Light fishy Luanwuyan

Author: Luanwu Yan
Date: 2013.01.03
Word Count: 62806
(I)
I've been living with that man for over three years. Since their divorce three years ago, I've been living with him, while I only see my mother once or twice a month. Although we don't see each other often, I know that my mother's love for me hasn't diminished at all because of her separation from that man. In fact, it has increased.
My meeting with my mother was scheduled for the afternoon. I quickly tidied myself up and went to the agreed-upon coffee shop to meet her. She was as always, her neatly styled black hair piled up at the back of her head, wearing a black business suit that immediately caught my eye. The business suit didn't accentuate her figure, but it made her look slender and elegant, giving her an ethereal air.
She slowly sat down in front of me and ordered coffee. Then, as usual, she asked about my recent situation. I answered vaguely, lying that the man was treating me very well, and told her to focus on her work and life. Seeing her warm eyes and the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, my heart clenched.
"Let me accompany you shopping today," I suggested. She was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting me to say that. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I didn't realize my son had grown up so much." Seeing the increasingly warm look in her eyes, I couldn't help but feel gratified by my suggestion.
But after only a short while, I was already feeling exhausted. Perhaps men are just not naturally suited for shopping.
I felt dizzy and disoriented. My mother seemed to notice my predicament and suggested ending the day's shopping. Not wanting to spoil her good mood, I smiled and said I just needed to use the restroom, letting her continue shopping. Then, to cover up my lie, I quickly escaped her sight after agreeing on a meeting place.
Wandering aimlessly among the rows of shops, a dress in a glass display case suddenly caught my eye. The V-shaped opening, the white cinched waist, the tiered skirt—for some reason, the image of my mother wearing this dress suddenly appeared in my mind. Her black hair was flowing, her eyes were serene, her shoulders were sharply defined, her legs were straight, and she looked delicate and languid. She was so virtuous, so unapproachable. Almost without hesitation, I pulled out my not-so-full wallet and bought it.
When I met up with my mother, I noticed the joy in her eyes when she saw me carrying the dress.
I felt secretly pleased. "A gift for you," I said, handing her the bag. Her smile deepened, and the corners of her mouth turned up. Her lips shone with a beautiful sheen—not lipstick or any other adornment, but natural lip gloss, which captivated me. But my mother said, "You don't earn much yourself. You just started at the company; you'll have many expenses." Listening to her nagging, I suddenly felt a surge of happiness. "Mom, let's not eat out today. I want to eat at your place; it's been so long since I've had your cooking," I suggested.
"What's wrong? Is something inconvenient?" I asked cautiously, noticing my mother's slightly furrowed brow.
"No, how could there be anything inconvenient?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then, as if she had made up her mind, said, "Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you tonight." I was overjoyed to hear that my mother had agreed to my suggestion and quickly said, "I like anything Mom makes." So, my mother and I went to the market together, something we hadn't done in a long time. We bought the usual ingredients and headed towards her place.
It was a bit far from the new district center. The older houses there gave me a sense of security.
"Look, she's just a pretentious slut." "I knew it, a woman like her has probably slept with countless men in secret." "Sigh~ In my day, she would have been thrown into a pig cage long ago." My mother and I walked into the neighborhood side by side, overhearing a group of old women gossiping. I looked up at my mother; her eyes were red, and her shoulders were trembling. Remembering her hesitation and unease when she heard I was coming to her place, I suddenly understood something and glared fiercely at the group of gossipy women. I felt a pang of heartache for my mother, who was willing to endure such humiliation in front of her son just to fulfill my wish.
The group of gossipy women suddenly fell silent, like a movie that had stuck in a glitch. I didn't know what else I could do but glare at them. Thankfully, my mother gently tugged at my arm, looking so helpless. I hummed in response and walked past them.
This was the first time I had entered my mother's home since we separated. The small apartment, only about 40 square meters, was kept spotless by my mother. There was only one set of toiletries and one towel in the bathroom; and only one quilt and pillow on the bed in the bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder if my mother had been living alone all these years.
Watching my mother busy in the kitchen, still wearing her business suit and hastily putting on an apron before entering the kitchen to cook for me, I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, those old women—" Before I could finish, my mother's suddenly trembling shoulders choked me off.
I knew I'd said the wrong thing, so I rushed into the kitchen. I saw her head bowed, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. I suddenly realized that I might have inadvertently hurt this woman who seemed strong on the outside but was actually fragile and vulnerable.
My wasted youth hadn't allowed me much interaction with girls, and seeing my mother weeping alone, I suddenly felt helpless. Remembering how she used to hold and comfort me when I was little, I silently put my arms around her shoulders from behind.
I could feel her tremble when I touched her, but she quickly softened and leaned back against me. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel her soft waist. I tightened my arms around her, making it easier for her to lean on me.
Silence, a long silence. Until her shoulders also slowly softened. The faint fragrance of my mother's hair filled my nostrils, a feeling of intoxication washing over me. Suddenly, I realized my own arm was resting on her chest, but I could feel that her breasts beneath her business suit were hard. They weren't at all the softness I'd imagined when I fantasized about female celebrities. I was speechless at my own audacity in having such wild thoughts at a time like this. I quickly and awkwardly withdrew my hand.
My mother straightened up. "Don't listen to their nonsense. There's always gossip around a widow's house!" she said softly, whether to me or to comfort herself.
I suddenly didn't know what to say and awkwardly walked out of the kitchen. "Mom, why haven't you tidied up your bedroom?" I asked, blushing, looking at the few pieces of underwear on the bed, which I guessed had just been brought in. Hearing my question, my mother rushed out of the kitchen, grabbed the few traditional white cotton underwear, and hurriedly stuffed them into the closet.
They were just a few ordinary white cotton underwear, decorated with some lace and rope.
But these traditional underwear were branded into my mind like a hot iron. A strange stimulation made my face turn red and my breathing become rapid.
"You're a grown man, how can you stare at a woman's underwear?" My mother's face was flushed, I couldn't tell if it was from crying or from embarrassment. It made me feel dizzy. I wanted to defend myself, but found myself speechless. I could only awkwardly sit down and ask, "Mom, when is dinner?" "Coming soon!" My mother glanced around the bedroom again, making sure there was nothing "indecent" before going into the kitchen.
It had been a long time since I'd eaten my mother's cooking, and it tasted so good I almost wanted to bite my tongue off. "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you," my mother said with a smile, seeing how I was eating. "Actually, I've always lived alone, so I haven't really folded my clothes much," my mother said softly. I didn't know if she was explaining the secret of not folding her underwear or protesting the slander from those gossipy women.
I suddenly felt a sense of relief. Perhaps no one wants their mother to be a fickle woman. Although I knew my mother was a virtuous woman, hearing her explain herself like this still brought me a sense of relief.
My mother moved here three years ago and hasn't discussed marriage since. No wonder she's been the target of gossip and slander, yet she's endured it all. I could almost picture her being pointed at and talked about as she left early and returned late, and I felt a pang
of guilt, a sense of shame for not being able to take better care of her as her son. After dinner, to ease my guilt, I helped her clear the table and then tried to leave quickly, but I found myself afraid to see the helplessness in her eyes. "Could you stay a little longer?" my mother whispered from behind. "Yes," I replied. "I'm a little afraid of this lonely room… Oh, if you don't have time , that's fine." I suddenly felt my mother's helplessness. Thinking about the gossips she'd heard during the day, how could I
just leave? I actually stayed, but a long silence followed. We watched TV together for a while, and then my mother went to bed early. Aside from occasional conversations, we spent the night in silence. Sometimes, I felt that my mother just needed someone to be with her. She'd lived alone for too long; this house was too big, too empty for a woman.
I don't remember how I got home after that day. I only remember that I made plans with my mother to go to West Lake together to help her relax.
(II)
West Lake has been one of the most beautiful sights in Jiangnan since ancient times.
A few days later, my mother and I boarded a tour bus to West Lake. There were about 20 people in total, mostly students from the same class, who seemed to be going on a spring outing. On the bus, sitting opposite us was a rural couple, both quite old. The man was a bit dull, looking out the window without saying a word. The woman, however, was very talkative, chattering on and on, saying that they had come to Lingyin Temple by West Lake to pray for a child, and that everyone in the town said it was effective. The man frowned, seemingly quite familiar with his wife's outgoing personality.
The journey wasn't long; a few hours passed in a flash. Just after lunchtime, we arrived at our destination for this 4-day, 3-night trip. The accommodations were quite empty, perhaps because it wasn't the holiday season yet. The students had booked all the rooms on the third floor. So my mother and I found two adjacent single rooms on the second floor and settled in. The couple from the mountains stayed in the double room opposite us.
After lunch, the students started clamoring for free time. So, only my mother, the middle-aged couple, and I followed the tour guide to Lingyin Temple. It seems that women of my mother's generation have a strong belief that they must visit a temple if they come across one, so I had no choice but to accompany them.
Lingyin Temple is quite a distance from West Lake. By the time we arrived, it was almost 3 pm. The roadside was lush and green, with crisscrossing paths, which was very pleasant. I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased that I had chosen to visit on a non-holiday day. Not only were there few people in the hotel, but there was almost no one along the way.
The lack of crowds made the temple feel even more serene.
We walked up the steps, through the dense forest-like mountainside, and arrived at Lingyin Temple. The temple wasn't large. The tour guide led us through it once and then set a time for us to return, leaving us to explore on our own. The couple, also anxious, grabbed a monk, asked which one was the Bodhisattva they were looking for who grants children, and then they both knelt and prayed. My mother, pulling me along, respectfully bowed before the Buddha statue in the main hall, murmuring prayers.
Looking at her with her long, flowing hair and slightly furrowed brows, her devout expression, I secretly admired her virtue. The few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes didn't detract from her beauty; instead, they added a mature grace and elegance, which, combined with her spring dress, made my heart flutter. I awkwardly turned my head away, feeling ashamed for looking at her like that.
At this moment, my mother finished her prayer and stood up. Seeing me looking around, she said, "This is a temple; don't be so disrespectful." "Mom, what did you pray for?" I asked, trying to hide my shame.
"What could I possibly ask for? I just prayed for Buddha to bless my dutiful son," my mother replied gently.
I hadn't realized it was just a suggestion I'd made on a whim. She actually remembered it and considered it filial piety. I was secretly moved and hugged her tightly. She seemed surprised that I would suddenly hug her here, but after a moment of stiffness, she hugged me back. In that instant, I felt a warmth envelop me, a maternal love I hadn't felt in three years, making me reluctant to let go.
Silence, a long silence. Suddenly, a sentence broke the warmth.
"Tell me, how did Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen have sex? Did that white snake also have a hole like ours? Could it make a man pump inside? I wonder what it looked like?" It was obviously that overly familiar old woman saying something strange again.
But this sentence was like flipping a switch for me; "Did that white snake also have a hole like ours?" seemed to replay in my mind, over and over again. I felt all the blood rush to my head. I didn't know if I was already blushing, but I didn't care anymore.
Because my little brother was also flushed.
I could feel my mother's face flush instantly, and her breathing quicken. I didn't know if it was because of the old woman's words, or because of my suddenly erect penis, looming between our pressed bellies.
So hard, so uncomfortable—that was my first feeling. Something was pressing against the forehead of my penis. Looking closer, I realized it was my mother wearing a spring blouse with many buttons. Instinctively, I twisted my waist, trying to move my penis away from the hard buttons. Unexpectedly, this movement caused my penis to sink into soft flesh.
It was late spring, and besides this blouse, my mother was probably only wearing underwear. My twist, the thin blouse, couldn't completely block the stimulation of my penis from my mother's warm, soft abdomen. This was the first time my penis had come into contact with unfamiliar skin, and I could feel it excitedly growing a little larger. It pushed a few more inches into my mother's abdomen. The slippery touch—was it from my mother's outer garment, or her warm skin?
At that time, I didn't know what it felt like to penetrate a woman's body. All I know is that it was the most comfortable moment I'd ever experienced in my life, my entire glans enveloped in soft flesh. I truly couldn't understand why my mother's seemingly slender waist had such soft, warm skin.
A few seconds later, I noticed my mother snapped out of her daze. Her face flushed even redder, her breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell against mine. Once again, I felt annoyed that my mother had such hard breasts. What a soft, slender waist she had, and yet such breasts! Was God truly fair to everyone?
My mother didn't give me a chance to continue experiencing the softness; she quickly took a step back, leaving my embrace, slowly calming her breathing, the flush on her face gradually fading. Just then, the couple turned back, talking as they went.
"Have you finished praying?" the woman asked first.
"Yes, we've finished," I said hastily, bending over to cover the small bulge on my trousers.
"Then you should go back first. We need to pray one more time. This time when I go back, I'm determined to give him a whole bunch of sons." The old woman's eyes gleamed with pride, as if this prayer would truly bring her a dozen sons.
"Oh, okay, we'll wait for you in the car," I said hurriedly. "Oh, right, Mom, let me carry your bag." "Carry your bag?" my mother asked疑惑地. When she saw me bent over, and the obvious bulge in my thin trousers, the blush that had just subsided returned to her jade-like cheeks. She handed me the bag and walked out of the main hall first.
I quickly used the bag to cover my embarrassment and hurriedly followed. I could still hear the old woman behind me saying, "Let's go pray one more time, so that we can have a son like him who knows how to share my burdens." I could only manage a bitter smile and involuntarily quickened my pace.
"Can you give me back my bag now?" my mother asked on the way down the mountain.
"I think it might take a while..." I said somewhat awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" My mother turned around. "You still..." I nodded awkwardly. What could be more embarrassing than walking with a tent pitched the whole way? But the lingering sensation of my glans wouldn't shrink back, and my face burned.
"We're almost at the highway. How can you keep doing this?" My mother asked, her face still red.
"I don't know. I don't want to do this, but he just won't listen. What can I do?" I was getting annoyed. Being so embarrassed in front of my mother made me angry.
"Pfft," my mother chuckled when she saw my embarrassment. "Why don't you go pee? It'll stop this." "What's the use of saying that now? Where's the toilet?" I muttered, glancing at the Lingyin Temple, which had disappeared under the trees.
"What are you afraid of, you're a grown man. Just go a little further! Mom will wait for you here." My mother said, taking my bag back from my hand. I saw her face turn even redder when her gaze met my tent.
My bag was gone, and I had no way out. Fortunately, there was no one around, so I went down the steps into the bushes. I only stopped when I could see my mother's shadow through the leaves. I pulled out my still-erect penis, but couldn't urinate.
Anxious, I instinctively slapped it. Suddenly, a wave of intoxicating pleasure surged from where I slapped it. I instinctively grabbed it and began to stroke it up and down. Waves of pleasure washed over me. Suddenly, I felt as if I were back in the palace, but my penis wasn't in my hand; it was still pressed against my mother's soft belly. My penis swelled even more in my hand, and I felt a sudden wave of shame, remorse for defiling my mother. I
looked up and saw my mother waiting for me in the distance, and I felt another wave of remorse. But at the same time, a forbidden pleasure arose, growing much faster than my remorse. As a result, my hand didn't stop; instead, it moved even faster. I slowly turned around, facing my mother, thinking of her high-piled black hair, her delicate face, and her lower abdomen that aroused my boundless desire.
For a moment, my mind went blank. Then, I felt a surge of desire, like a bullet, carrying my lust and self-reproach, rushing forward. I seemed to see my mother kneeling before me, her small mouth wide open, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me, at my penis. Her black hair, her cheeks, her eyebrows, her lips, were all splattered with my semen. Her soft moans, her seductive eyes, made me ejaculate wave after wave.
I don't know how I returned to reality. As the desire receded like the tide, I looked at my now-softened penis. I suddenly felt so dirty. I had defiled my mother, defiling this virtuous woman who had been single for three years and had always maintained her purity. My actions were far worse, countless times more vicious than those gossipy women.
I walked wearily back to the path, and my mother saw my troubled expression. She comforted me, saying, "It's alright, you're a grown man, and besides, no one saw you. What are you so shy about?" I remained silent. The more concerned my mother was, the more guilty I felt.
"Why did you have trouble peeing?" my mother teased, seeing I still didn't speak.
"It was uncomfortable to pee, but it felt wonderful to ejaculate," I replied. I was annoyed, both by her incessant chatter and by my own shamelessness and filth.
But as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. I quickly looked up and stole a glance at her. My mother froze for a few seconds, then her face suddenly turned bright red, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears. I quickly turned my head away and hurried down the mountain. My mother followed me down the mountain without saying a word.
I don't know what expression I wore when I returned to the camp. I only know that I didn't sit with my mother on the way back. I found a seat towards the back, opened the window wide, and let the evening breeze rush in, which seemed to wash away some of my filth and vulgarity.
My mother was in front of me, idly chatting with her talkative mother-in-law. I don't know what expression she had on her face.
After dinner, there seemed to be some kind of activity planned, but it was postponed because of the students who got quite drunk at dinner.
I went back to my room early, intending to talk to my mother, but thinking about what I'd said on the path that afternoon, I felt utterly powerless. I could only turn on the TV and watch it.
However, less than half an hour later, I heard moaning and groaning sounds, which I couldn't help but find amusing. This was truly a case of praying for a child; she'd just prayed to Buddha in the afternoon, and now she was trying to conceive. At the same time, I was also alarmed by the hotel's poor soundproofing, but I had underestimated the thinness of the wall panels. After a while, the sounds grew even louder.
"Ah—you're such a good man, so strong! I want it, I want it, harder, harder, harder! My darling—my sister wants it, she wants more." "Mmm, mmm, it's through—it's through, you're going to pierce me, you're so good, your belly is bulging from all your fucking. Mmm, pierce me, tear my belly, fuck my little cunt to pieces." "It's broken, it's broken. My little sister, you've pierced her! Ah—gentle, gentle. You're going to kill me, fine! Take it all, take it all! Let me die, fuck me to death." I was enraged by the rural woman's shouts. I wanted to throw her husband out and take his place, but when I touched my own hard penis, which had somehow become erect, and remembered what I had done in the woods that afternoon, a wave of guilt washed over me, like being doused with cold water from head to toe, and my penis instantly went soft.
I went into the bathroom, took a cold shower to calm my agitated temper, and drifted off to sleep amidst cries of "Husband, you're my real dad, I'm dying, I want more, I want more—"
The next day, our group visited Su Causeway, Leifeng Pagoda, and Quyuan Garden. I felt constantly yawning, clearly exhausted from lack of sleep. Looking at my mother, her eyes were bloodshot and dark circles under her eyes; she obviously hadn't slept well.
It seems my wife's outspokenness affected more than just me.
Meanwhile, the couple looked radiant with happiness. I couldn't help but secretly give the man a thumbs up.
That's a real man—quite quiet most of the time, but when it comes down to it, he's two men in one.
Today, I deliberately kept my distance from my mother, and she didn't seem as affectionate as before. It was like an unspoken understanding; we were both silent.
The atmosphere was a bit tense. By evening, our plans had to be postponed again. The students were drunk again, and this time even the couple didn't want to participate in any activities that evening. I had originally planned to take a good look at the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon and the Autumn Moon over the Peaceful Lake, but that had to be postponed indefinitely.
Sure enough, it wasn't completely dark yet. The old woman's voice came from the thin wall again.
"Come, come! You didn't die yesterday, you want it today too, ah—it's in, it's in. So thick, so hot, so hot, it's burning me." "Ah—I'll bite you to death, I'll bite you to death! I'll let you penetrate me, I'll let you use your strength, I'll bite you off, bite, bite. Ah—I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it!" "I peed, I peed, it's coming, it's coming! I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven again!" Hearing this undisguised moaning, I felt my whole body burning, my throat was dry, and my little brother was already erect. I simply took off all my clothes and sat naked on the bed. Looking at my somewhat messy pubic hair and my bulging penis, I rubbed it hard a few times.
Accompanied by the continuous moaning, I rubbed it even harder.
"If I have a son in the future, we'll come back to fulfill our vow. We'll still live here, in this bed, and you'll still fuck me so hard, fuck me until my little cunt is raw. I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore—" The moans grew louder and louder, but "son," "I want you to fuck me" acted like a catalyst. I felt my penis throb noticeably a few times, veins bulging, the glans looking like it was about to explode, turning a deep purplish-red.
Thinking of my mother sleeping in the next room, I wondered if she could hear those alluring moans, if she too was tossing and turning in bed. I slowly stood up and walked to the wall. I felt as if I could see through the wall; my mother lay on the white sheets. Her robe was half-undone, and she lay on her side. Her left breast hung on the bed, the erect nipple trembling. Her right breast was half-covered by her nightgown, only a deep cleavage visible.
There seemed to be an inexplicable attraction there, drawing my eyes and my heart in, slowly crushing them, turning them into a pool of spring water, flowing over her smooth abdomen, circling around her navel, and flowing towards her lush pubic hair.
Truly, she was my mother; even her dark pubic hair was so soft and smooth. Her small mouth, partially hidden, greedily opened, inhaling the fragrance of the air, exhaling wisps of warm breath, completely oblivious to the drool that had already spilled onto the floor, her lips glistening with moisture.
I was losing sight of reality and fantasy, and I could no longer hear the woman's bold moans. My mind was filled only with my mother, separated by a wall, as if she were waiting for me to seduce her. She was so delicate, yet so alluring.
She was seducing me, enticing me to ravage her, to possess her, to defile her.
Desire consumed me like a flame, and I masturbated harder and harder, as if trying to peel off a layer of skin. The insignificant self-reproach did not cool me down; instead, it amplified the forbidden lust infinitely.
"Mommy, Mommy, I want it, I want you," I moaned involuntarily, somewhat surprised by myself, but I couldn't care less. Desire was burning, boiling.
"Your breasts are so smooth, so soft! Your nipples are so hard, so firm! Ah—delicious, so fragrant!" I was completely immersed in my desire, indulging in fantasies of my mother's intense intercourse. No one could stop me, no one could prevent me from possessing her, from defiled her. Her purity, her virtue, are all mine, mine alone. I want her beautiful breasts, I want her flat stomach, I want her flowing little hole.
"I'm going in, it's so hot, so wet! You're so lewd, Mom, are you comfortable? Are you comfortable being penetrated by your son's big cock? Look, your little mummy is opening and closing, welcoming her little brother!" I swore, fantasizing. Since it was all just fantasy, what was there left for me not to say?
"I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck your little cunt to pieces, I'll penetrate deeper and deeper. I'll go to your uterus, I'll go back, I'll pierce your uterus, I'll fill it with my semen, I'll make you give birth to my baby, I'll make you submit to me for all eternity, I'll fuck your body, your soul to pieces!" I shouted wildly, soaring endlessly in my own fantasies.
Suddenly, the sounds of "Mmm, mmm, ah! Ah—mmm, mmm" reached my ears. These shy, bashful moans couldn't possibly belong to that shameless old woman, and there was definitely no one else on this floor. Could it be that
I couldn't think straight anymore? I felt my penis swell to its limit. Suddenly realizing my mother could hear my cries, the forbidden pleasure in my heart exploded like a bomb. "Here
, take it all, I'll fill you up, I'll stuff your cunt with my cock, I'll keep my sperm inside you, in your womb! Can you feel their heat? Is it hot? Is it hot?" Finally, desire erupted like a volcano, scorching the white walls.
I felt a wave of exhaustion; this outburst had drained too much of my energy and desire. I felt drowsiness wash over me like a tide. The old woman's moans and the soft murmurs from next door made me sleep soundly.
As the sun rose over West Lake as usual, the third day's itinerary began.
Boating on West Lake, visiting Yanggong Causeway, Tiger Spring, Nine Streams Misty Trees, and Longjing Tea House, none of these things could stir my interest.
I looked up at my mother; her eyes were bloodshot, indicating she hadn't slept well the night before. Thinking of my loud shouts the previous night, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the couple. If they knew I was fantasizing about my mother, I'd rather be dead. Fortunately, they only had eyes for each other, which put my mind at ease.
I turned my gaze back to my mother; she seemed to notice me looking at her. She quickly lowered her head, her face flushed, her eyes seeming to hold back tears, her delicate nose wrinkling slightly, tugging at my heartstrings.
I suddenly felt like a demon. By day, I was no different from ordinary people, chatting and laughing with others. But once night fell, I was bewitched by a woman—the woman who had given birth to me, my mother.
I longed to possess her, to conquer her, and even in my fantasies, I planted the seeds of evil within her.
Yet, amidst my self-reproach, I also yearned for nightfall, anticipating the loud moans of that old woman.
Night could conceal my ugly soul, and the loud moans could mask my wicked whispers.
Time doesn't change according to one's will; after a long wait, night finally fell.
But, tonight, those students didn't drink! This greatly surprised me. No one being drunk meant there must be plans for the evening; after all, the night view of West Lake is a rare sight. My heart felt like a little bird that had finally soared into the blue sky, only to find it had lost all its strength, plummeting down, utterly shattered.
Was this fate's way of severing ties between me and my mother? I felt waves of loss, like a child wanting a toy but never getting one. A pure emptiness and desolation filled my heart.
"What's wrong, son? Are you feeling unwell?" my mother asked, noticing my gloomy expression.
"Nothing, just a little tired," I replied dismissively.
"Why don't you rest a bit and not go out?" my mother asked with concern.
"It's alright, how can we come to West Lake and not see the night view?" I said with a smile. This trip was mainly to help my mother relax, and I didn't want to spoil her fun because of my unhappiness.
So, the group walked out of the hotel.
"Is it raining?" a student suddenly asked.
It's raining! It's raining! Then we can't see the night view! Suddenly, I felt an immense joy fill my heart. That joy, almost explosive, I wouldn't trade it for a mountain of gold.
Immersed in joy, I don't know how I got back to the hotel or my room. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it?
I quickly washed myself and lay down on the bed. Sure enough, after a while, I heard the old woman's moans. But that no longer attracted me. As they got into the swing of things, I slowly stood up, took off my new clothes, and walked naked to the wall.
I leaned against the wall and listened. There was still no sound from my mother's side. I felt as if I had returned to the night before.
"Mom, Mom, you look so sexy today!" I moaned to myself, my hand simultaneously resting on my already aroused penis.
"Your pubic hair is peeking out from under your thong, is this bra new? It's so thin, I can even see your nipples, look how they're trembling, so lewd." Once desire takes hold, it's completely unstoppable.
Sure enough, a moment later, I heard moans of "uh-huh" from next door.
Encouraged, I murmured even more enthusiastically, "Mom, your lips are so beautiful, are you opening your mouth like this so I can kiss you? Your saliva is so sweet, I love to taste it. Your tongue is so smooth, so sweet! I want to hold your tongue forever. I want your tongue to lick my penis, ah! You're so good at licking, don't keep teasing my glans!" As my hand continued to stimulate myself, I uttered lewd words without restraint, and the moans from next door grew louder and louder.
"Yes, yes, lick my balls! Oh—you actually took them all in, your mouth is so warm, keep going, ah! So good, I want, I want to fuck your grandma with my cock, quick, quick, put my thing in your cleavage!" I murmured in my sleep as if under a spell. The moans from next door were getting louder and louder, and I could almost hear my mother's heavy breathing.
"Your breasts are so perky, they feel so good, so smooth, I want to keep my cock in your cleavage forever. Watch me fuck your nipples with my little brother, ah—your nipples are so tender, so stimulating, so good!" I masturbated hard.
"I want, I want—" A voice with a hint of languor and intoxication reached my ears. I couldn't believe my ears. But my little brother nodded faithfully, as if he had heard the moan too.
I felt like I was going crazy, all the blood in my body rushed to my lower body, and I even felt short of breath.
"Here you go, here you go. I'll put it in right now, Mom, your little pussy is all open! So much water, so slippery, so warm!" I said passionately.
"Okay—" The languid moan came from next door again. This time I was sure it wasn't a hallucination.
And the sound hadn't stopped yet. After a long hesitation, it finally tentatively moaned again, "So big, so hard! Hot, hot, it's burning me." "Not only will it burn you, it will also fuck you to death! So tender, your pussy is so tender, they're grabbing my little brother, son is feeling so good from you!" I responded almost instinctively. "
Ah, ah. Mom feels good too, son, you're so strong, good, good, fuck me, fuck me!" "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death! I'm going to pierce you. I'm going to pierce into your womb!" I seemed to see my mother's flying hair, her silky seductive eyes. I knew I was about to reach my limit, and I shouted almost like a roar.
"Come in, come in! Here, Mom has it all! Come in, shoot it all into me, shoot it all into Mom!
Mom wants everything from her son!" "Mom wants everything from her son!" Hearing this, I erupted. I don't know what state of mind my mother was in when she shouted those words. But besides desire, I also felt that eternal, sun-like maternal love. It was so touching, so easily moving.
I suddenly had an urge to see my mother. Reason seemed to have abandoned me. I hastily dressed, rushed out of my room, and knocked on the door next door.
Outside, I could hear the moans inside stop abruptly because of my knocking. I knew I might have frightened my mother, so I quickly said, "Mom, it's me." I wanted to say something more, but I felt like I couldn't say anything.
I only knocked on the door on a whim.
Fortunately, after a while, the sound of slippers dispelled my doubts.
"What is it?" My mother opened the door and didn't stop, but turned and walked to the bedside.
"I couldn't sleep, so I came to check on you. Are you asleep?" We were like actors who had memorized a script, perfectly in sync, not mentioning a word about what had just happened, as if we really just couldn't sleep. But outside, the woman's increasingly seductive moans constantly reminded me of how erotic the scene had been.
"Are you asleep?" I whispered tentatively. My mother, still in her thin nightgown, had slipped under the covers.
"Then I'll stay here with you for a while before I leave," I said again.
Silence. My mother seemed to be asleep.
"Are you asleep?" I whispered tentatively.
There was no answer, only the graceful figure beneath the covers. My mother lay on her side, her back to me. I don't know what possessed me, or perhaps because I hadn't fully released my desire in the room, but I felt myself slowly hardening again. As if controlled, I slowly pulled out my penis, which had just ejaculated once but was now slowly rising again.
I believe my mother heard me pull down my pants because I saw her arm under the blanket move, reaching down.
Like an encouraged child, I grasped my penis, still bearing the red marks from prolonged masturbation, with both hands.
It was like a pantomime, silent, only movement. I could see my mother's arm under the blanket moving incessantly towards her lower body, just like my increasingly rapid hands. My mother lay on her side with her back to me the entire time, without uttering a word. Only her increasingly heavy breathing reminded me that this was not a dream, not a delusion, and completely different from the night before!
But I wouldn't break this unspoken understanding. Yes, it was as if we had planned it all along.
A faint fragrance grew stronger. It wasn't the smell of shampoo. A little sweet, a little fishy, a little pungent. I can hardly describe what it smelled like; I only know it stimulated me, making my penis break its limits, swelling again and again.
I felt my limit being greatly shortened. It seemed about to arrive. Without thinking twice, I rushed forward and squeezed onto my mother's bed. I threw back the covers and squeezed in. Like a drowning person finding a lifeline, I clung tightly to her from behind.
She clearly hadn't expected me to be so bold, and her body froze instantly. I felt myself on the verge of exploding, and I didn't care about anything else. I thrust my penis between her thighs and started pumping hard. I could feel her hands tightly covering her private parts the moment I pressed against her. But I had no intention of penetrating her; I just wanted to release my desire quickly. My left hand slipped under her armpit and touched her breast.
So soft, that was my first impression. Wasn't it supposed to be hard? I suddenly realized, looking at the bra she had tossed aside—it was so thick. So my mother always wore a thick bra to cover her beautiful breasts. The image of those gossipy women flashed through my mind again.
My eyes welled up, and something was about to spill out. Fearing gossip, she wore a thick bra to protect her innocence. This woman was my mother. She was so pure, so noble, and more importantly, she was in my arms at this moment, my brother between her legs, her full breasts in my hands, her stubborn nipples occasionally brushing against my palm.
I thrust a few times, sliding over her already soaked thighs. I ejaculated in her cleft, on her small hands and her already wet panties.
I suddenly thought, is this what it looks like when a man and a snake mate? If my mother was a beautiful snake, then I would be willing to be entwined with her forever.
I silently got out of bed. My mother didn't stop me, nor did she move. I covered her with the blanket and cleaned herself in her bathroom. I looked up and noticed a pair of pink cotton panties hanging in the corner. I picked them up and smelled them. There was a faint fishy smell I had smelled before; I already knew that was my mother's scent. She probably used them last night and left them there to dry. When traveling for several days, we usually don't wash our clothes; we bring our own and take the used ones back to wash. I suddenly felt incredibly lucky, quietly packed them away, and left my mother's room.
The next day, on our way back, the couple didn't come with us. Apparently, they applied to stay and stay for a few more days. Whether they actually stayed or just stayed for a few more days is now impossible to know.
"What's wrong?" I asked, seeing my mother frowning.
"I lost something, and I've looked for it several times but can't find it," my mother replied, blushing slightly.
Could it be that pair of underwear I kept? It's lying in my bag right now... but I won't tell.
(III)
Looking at my phone, which was buzzing and vibrating beside me, I forced a bitter smile. I didn't even need to look to know it was my mother calling. We hadn't seen each other for over a month, not since we came back from that trip. This was the longest separation we'd had in three years.
I picked up my phone; sure enough, it was my mother calling. I didn't hang up, but placed it on the table further away. Then, with practiced ease, I took out the pink cotton panties from a drawer. Yes, the same panties I'd received from my mother on the last night of my trip to West Lake. They were the last vestige of that beautiful night, and the very reason I dared not answer my mother's calls. I
habitually brought them to my nose; the faint, fishy smell stimulated every nerve in my olfactory system.
Actually, the smell had long since disappeared, yet it seemed it had never truly vanished. Just seeing these panties seemed to instantly transport me back to that night, the faint fishy scent swirling around me, igniting my desire. It made me afraid to answer my mother's calls, filled me with self-reproach, and made me recognize my own beastly nature.
I walked to the window, my right hand deftly pulling out my already aroused, throbbing member, while my left hand pressed the panties against my face. Then I stood there, rooted to the spot. Yes, I was waiting. Waiting for a guest who had appeared out of nowhere.
Sure enough, a moment later, a blinding ray of sunlight refracted through a familiar window in the building across the street. I knew she had arrived.
I couldn't say when she appeared, nor who she was. After returning from my trip to West Lake, I was consumed by thoughts of my mother's underwear, the erotic memories driving me to indulge my desires day and night.
Then one day, the blinding sunlight shattered my fantasy. I suddenly realized it was a telescope from the building across the street. Someone was spying on me as I masturbated. This thought alone caused my already near-limited erection to almost instantly ejaculate. Afterwards, I felt quite uneasy; was it a blackmailer?
But for many days afterward, all was calm, and the golden light still shone into my room at that time. So, freed from my burdens, I became even more unrestrained. I moved my activities, which used to take place on the bed, to the window, and the golden light never disappointed me, always accompanying me until I released all my energy.
My hands moved faster and faster, but my mind was filled with thoughts of the spy who had come before me. Her upper body was bare, and she wore only the pink cotton panties I was holding in my left hand. Her hair was piled high on her back like my mother's; her eyes were as watery as my mother's; her cheeks were flushed like my mother's; her high breasts were so white and soft; even her lower body was like my mother's, her panties completely wet, unable to conceal the small mouth that could be vaguely seen from the dark bushes.
She was exactly like my mother, with the same virtuous expression, the same delicate fragility.
But she was not my mother, yes! She was just a shameless voyeur. With her, I could mercilessly thrust my penis deep into her womb, I could fill her vagina and womb with my hot semen. She was a substitute for my mother, and with her, I had no psychological burden. All I needed to do was thrust harder, even harder!
Her hand ran through my hair, her mouth slightly open, moaning softly. Her large breasts pressed against and rubbed against my chest, her tender, erect nipples pressed into the rosy areolas by my chest. My penis thrust in and out of her small opening, drawing out rings of tender flesh and sticky fluid.
"You're here too? I'm going to shoot into your little mouth, oh—and fill your womb! I want you to give birth to our child, I'm going to burn you, you bitch!" I groaned. I quickly grabbed a tissue to catch my surging desire in my fantasy.
Wait, Jin Guang left early today. Seeing the vanished Jin Guang, I wondered if she was so sensitive today that she reached climax so quickly.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I hurriedly pulled on a pair of trousers, not even bothering to put on my underwear, and went to open the door. No one was there. Was it a prank by the kids downstairs
? Wait, a cardboard box on the floor caught my attention. I took the unsealed cardboard box home, and before I could even look at it, the phone rang. I opened the box; inside was a black plastic bag and a ringing Volkswagen cell phone.
"Hello—" Just as I pressed the answer button, a slightly hoarse female voice came from the other end.
Unsure of the other person's situation, I remained silent, unsure of what to say.
"Did you see the gift I gave you?" the voice rang out again, languid yet alluring.
"Just took it off, it's still wet!" "You shouldn't wear your pink panties anymore. I'm almost sick of looking at them!" The voice seemed to possess a captivating magic; my hands trembled as I slowly opened the black plastic bag. Inside was indeed a pair of panties.
But these panties were truly… the entire crotch area was covered in black lace, and now it was damp and steaming.
"Do you like it?" Her voice was like a seductive night sprite, making one fall headlong into a trap even knowing it was a trap.
My sudden heavy breathing gave her the best answer.
"Sister is walking home naked right now, the wind under this skirt is so cool. Sister's little mouth down there is about to sneeze." In her soft and gentle words, I felt the anger that had just subsided surge up again, a cat-like urge rising in my heart.
I pressed the black panties tightly against my face, a strong smell wafting towards me. A little fishy, a little pungent, but mostly a woman's fragrance. I was instantly lost in this strong scent, the water stains on the panties soaking my face. I opened my mouth, sucking in the scent of her crotch. It felt like I wanted to swallow the little hole that it had once covered.
"Don't enjoy it all at once, sister still needs you to play with me properly tomorrow!" A teasing tone, half-shy and half-shy, came from the other end of the phone, and I could faintly hear her suppressed laughter.
I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to suppress the desire she had aroused. Looking at the wet black panties in my hand, I licked them several more times before putting them away with my treasured pink panties.
Tomorrow, what will tomorrow bring?
"Are you ready?" With the flash of golden light, I felt a surge of barely suppressed excitement. Her call came at just the right moment. "Looks just as energetic today!" I knew she was watching me, and a wave of indescribable pleasure washed over me. I subconsciously shook my already erect penis, gently stroking the glans with my right hand.
"Hiss—" I heard a soft gasp from the other end of the line, and I felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
"Looks like you're really in top form today!" The voice on the other end was a little hoarse. " And what about you
? You left your panties with me yesterday, what are you wearing today?" It was the first time I'd experienced pleasure this way, and although I was excited, I was still a little reserved.
"Sister isn't wearing anything today!" The seductive teasing made me break free of my last bit of restraint.
"Is your pussy wet? My little brother is so hard it's about to explode!" I asked eagerly.
"I just saw my little brother's penis, and my pussy started getting wet involuntarily." There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone; I guessed she had removed her last bit of defense.
"By the way, are your breasts soft?" I asked abruptly, because I realized I was eager to know how much she resembled my mother.
"Soft, not only soft but also very white! So tender and white, sister's nipples are all erect! Little brother, do you want to taste them?" "I'm eating them right now, so tender! Sister, your nipples are so...ah, does it feel good when I flick them with my tongue?" I gradually got into the mood, holding my mother's cotton panties to my face in one hand, and using the lace panties I had just received yesterday to cover my throbbing little brother. This posture meant I could only hold the phone between my head and shoulder, but for the sake of my little brother's happiness, I had to endure the pain in my neck.
"Ah! Little brother, you're so good at licking, you've sucked all of my breasts. It feels so good, my nipples, so good, keep going, keep going!" The voice on the other end of the phone was so eager that it made me gasp.
"Sister, your waist is so soft, it feels so good to touch. I'm going to use my dick to poke your belly button, I'm going to pierce your stomach!" I wasn't going to be outdone.
"Does it feel good to twist my waist? Use your hot little brother to poke my breasts, harder!" "Sister, your breasts are so soft, I've poked your breasts in. Your nipples are so hard, they're pressing against my glans, it feels so good, so stimulating!" My hands didn't slow down, but a familiar figure slowly appeared in my mind.
"So hard, so hot! It's so soothing, so itchy. My pussy is so itchy, little brother, please help me stop the itch!" "If you want your little brother to help you stop the itch, you can suck it first." The image in my mind gradually became clear... "So thick, so long, I can't swallow it all! Let me lick your glans, please help me stop the itch!" The voice on the other end of the phone was plaintive, so tender it seemed to drip with water.
"Okay! Here you go, all of it! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" The image in my mind finally became clear, as expected. It was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, my mother.
"So good, so good! So hard, it's hitting my G-spot!" The moans coming from my ears seemed to be murmured from my mother's mouth in my mind. I couldn't help but increase the speed of my thrusts.
"Watch me fuck your cunt raw! I'll shoot my cum all over you!" "Shoot it in me, shoot it in me, I want it, shoot it all in me! Ah—it's so hot, so smelly, I love this smell, such a fragrant smell! It's coming, it's coming, ah—" Unexpectedly, the sister on the other end of the phone reached orgasm first, while I was still a bit short, so I unconsciously exerted force with both hands. I stroked from the head of my penis to the base in circles, then back up.
"I never thought I'd actually be brought to orgasm by a little brother of yours who's about the same size as my child!" A soft moan, seemingly satisfied yet shy, came from the other end of the phone. The word "child" almost instantly brought me to my boiling point. My semen gushed out, and I didn't even have time to grab a tissue.
She on the other end of the phone seemed surprised that a single sentence could have such a powerful effect. She paused for a moment before letting out a strange "hehehehe" laugh.
From that day on, we had phone sex like this almost every day. Our language became more and more unrestrained, and I even knew that she had a small mole under her right labia majora. But she never let me see what she looked like. Even when she came to give me a pair of wet underwear every two days, she wouldn't let me open the door to pick them up before she called.
Actually, this was exactly what I wanted. If I really saw her, how could I fantasize about her as the mother I longed for?
(IV)
I thought we would maintain this relationship, which I didn't know whether to call close or distant, until one of us had a real partner, or until we could no longer get pleasure from this, and I would slowly kick the opium called "mother fixation."
However, a phone call that morning led my life down a different path.
"Little brother, your sister wants to see you!" This phone call, which woke me up from my bed, shattered my life that I thought would remain unchanged.
"What sister? Are you sure you're not dreaming about seeing me?" I answered somewhat helplessly.
"Now, I want to see you right now!" I heard a faint sob on the other end of the phone, and my heart skipped a beat.
Although we hadn't had any physical relationship, hearing her cry made me feel a little lost.
I quickly threw on a coat and hurried out the door.
I knew her place like the back of my hand. After all, it wasn't like the golden sunlight always shone into my room without me looking back. This building was the teachers' apartment building for the surrounding middle schools, and I guessed she probably held some kind of sinecure at one of those schools. Otherwise, why would she spend so much time with me every day?
Maybe it was because middle school classes started early, and the teachers left early too. At this moment, the building was unusually quiet, completely different from the noisy breakfast vendors outside. Even my knocking sounded unusually loud. As
soon as I finished knocking, the door creaked open. A slender figure, like a swallow returning to its nest, fell into my arms.
I froze on the spot, her pitiful cries pulling me back to reality. We were on the stairs! What would happen if someone saw us? I quickly picked her up, helped her into the room, and closed the door. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
This was a typical three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Luckily, a double bed with the door half-open showed me where to help her.
I held her against the bed, and she continued to sob in my arms. I was genuinely puzzled; how could a woman have so many tears? Would she cry herself to dehydration any second?
However, from her intermittent sobs, I managed to understand what had happened. It turned out that her child, whom she had raised single-handedly, had a huge fight with her this morning and left home. She felt abandoned by the world, and that's why she thought of me, the closest person to her in this world besides her daughter.
Although I knew what had happened, I found myself unable to comfort her. I didn't know why her partner hadn't moved in with them, nor why her child had had such a big fight with her this morning. I dared not ask any more questions, fearing that her sobs, which had just subsided, would rise again.
I could only hold her slender waist, letting her slowly calm down in my arms. Holding a woman in my arms always gives me a strange sense of peace, and I ended up falling into a deep sleep.
The soft touch on my lips gently woke me. Opening my eyes, I saw a face magnified, only her eyes, brimming with tears, visible. They held so many complex emotions: love, shame, anger, longing, joy, resentment, sorrow—so many emotions reflected in those watery eyes, all radiating the light of "love."
Seeing me awake, she shrank back and rolled to the other side of the bed.
Only then could I properly examine this woman with whom I had been intimate for almost half a month. She
wore only a long robe, her unkempt hair draped lazily over her shoulders. Her eyebrows, small nose, and pointed chin made her look like a beautiful young woman in her late teens. If I hadn't known she had a child, who would have guessed she was a woman in her forties, a mother?
"Do you think I'm too old?" she suddenly asked, noticing my staring. "I knew you men all like young girls." Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.
"How could that be?" I chuckled at her aggrieved expression. Every woman, no matter what kind, longs to be young. As I spoke, I pulled her from the other side of the bed into my arms.
"You're just making it sound good!" Her lips were already upturned, but she still wouldn't let it go.
"You don't believe me?" I said, and then I kissed her lips fiercely. I was going to settle the score for stealing my first kiss while I was asleep. I kissed her domineeringly, as if I wanted to bite her lips off, but she responded with a seductive, submissive look, gently yielding to my advances.
Because it was my first kiss, I knew absolutely no technique, so I just shoved my snake-like tongue into her mouth and swirled it around haphazardly. Her delicate tongue, like a busy bee, kept circling around my tongue, saliva mingling, our lips and teeth intertwining. I suddenly realized that a woman could be so delicious. So sweet and fragrant that I wanted to swallow her whole.
When I called a truce and withdrew my troops, she was already alluring, her cheeks flushed, looking utterly shy and delicate. I suddenly realized that if my mother was a dignified and virtuous noblewoman, then without a doubt, she was a perpetually frail and pitiful young lady from a humble family.
"You don't believe me? Don't you believe it? It never lies!" I said, straightening my back. For a virgin like me, the passionate kiss just now was enough to make my little brother stand at attention.
Her buttocks were directly bumped by my little brother a few times, and her slender waist immediately began to twist instinctively,
trying to move my hard, pillar-like brother away from her plump buttocks. I only felt a jolt in my glans, followed by a tingling sensation. I had only hurriedly put on an outer shirt and trousers when I left home that morning, without even wearing underwear. As a result, a pair of trousers could not stop the intoxicating feeling.
She seemed to notice that my increasingly swollen little brother was nearing its limit, and shifted her body upwards. I immediately felt my penis leave the pressure of her ample buttocks and move to a warm, moist place. I knew that was the cleft, the entrance to paradise, the doorknob of bliss. I
suddenly felt a little timid, as if instinctively sensing that once I entered, many things would change. Seeing that I hadn't moved, she looked at me strangely, turned her head, and glanced at me. The desire, love, hunger, and hope in that glance, I think I will never forget for the rest of my life. The light in that glance was so captivating.
I felt as if my male dignity had been insulted, and in a fit of rage, I grabbed her breast. Big! That was my first impression. Although I had touched my mother's breasts on the last day of my trip to Hangzhou, I still have to say that even my mother might be smaller than her.
These damned breasts, daring to steal my mother's thunder, as a dutiful son, of course I couldn't tolerate it any longer. I kneaded her vigorously, clockwise and counterclockwise, pushing outwards and squeezing inwards, until she was completely exhausted, utterly drained of strength, collapsing limply onto me, panting heavily.
Now, it was time for the final assault. We both tacitly stopped the battle of the other parts. I could feel my spear ready, trembling with excitement in the breeze and the warm, moist air emanating from her opening.
She silently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. Suddenly, I felt a sense of marital bliss, a feeling so wonderful, so exhilarating. So, I mustered my courage, pulled in my stomach, lifted my hips, and thrust in with all my might!
It didn't go in… it didn't go in! I suddenly felt embarrassed, ashamed of having disgraced so many men. So, I mustered all my strength, engaging every muscle in my body, and made my second attempt of the day. I was absolutely certain that if I could get in, with my strength, I could definitely penetrate her uterus.
But I still couldn't get in… At that moment, I suddenly felt utterly humiliated. Failing to penetrate my woman twice made the world seem dark.
Suddenly, a soft, warm touch enveloped my penis. I knew it was her small hand. Finally, after my two failures, she gently guided me into her paradise. Her face flushed crimson, as if blood were about to drip from it, instantly overflowing with love for her.
Then, wetness, heat, tightness, narrowness, and squeezing. Five sensations rushed in, instantly enveloping the most delicate parts of my body. I swore I would never masturbate again, and I felt immense regret for having wasted half a month to finally unite with her.
I didn't move; the pleasure surged like a tide. What a man would do at this moment, needless to say, would be to thrust with all his might, and I was no exception, thrusting hard, trying to salvage some of my earlier humiliation.
But things didn't go as planned; after only a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't withstand the stimulation. She fired her first seed, ending my virginity. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. Looking at my little brother, now limp and slipping out of my paradise, I really wanted to smash it with my fingernail. This little thing, it made me lose face for the rest of my life today.
I silently got out of bed. I just wanted to wash up in the bathroom and leave this place of heartbreak as quickly as possible.
But as soon as I entered the bathroom, she followed me in. I turned my head away, afraid to see her disdainful look. But what greeted me was a pair of gentle, soft little hands. They carefully cleaned my genitals. I suddenly felt a little guilty. I knew she hadn't had an orgasm, probably not even much pleasure. I was also a little touched. I turned around and saw her smiling at me.
It was a pure joy, her eyes so clear that it seemed I could see into her heart.
"You're still a virgin," she chuckled.
"What's wrong with being a virgin?" I was a little annoyed, but more embarrassed.
"I like virgins." She smiled, but added, "I like that you're still a virgin." I was suddenly moved. Some things don't need to be said. At that moment, I knew that her love for me was so direct and intense, even though we were almost twenty years apart.
I lowered my head and silently cleaned her messy genitals.
"No, you don't need to help. A man should go to sleep for a while at times like this. I'll take care of everything." Her eyes were filled with tears, but her smile was exceptionally bright.
She pushed me out of the bathroom. With nothing else to do, I went to her room to sit. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I opened her drawer, and sure enough, it was overflowing with items. All kinds of underwear, all kinds of styles and colors, were neatly folded. I felt like a beggar who had found a treasure, picking up this one to look at it, picking up that one to smell it. Finally, I simply spread a layer of underwear on the bed, took off all my clothes, and lay down on it.
Every pair of underwear was washed clean and had a faint scent of laundry soap. But psychologically, I felt a great sense of satisfaction. Like a child, I rolled around on the bed covered in underwear, endlessly sniffing and smelling it.
I didn't leave the room until I heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen. As for the underwear, I figured I'd just leave it there; maybe I could lie on it again later.
"You're out," my sister said, turning around and smiling. Her face radiated happiness. She
was completely naked, wearing only an apron. Having just gotten off the "underwear bed," I was completely naked, and seeing her shy and delicate appearance, my little brother suddenly stood up again.
"What are you burning?" I walked behind her, slipping my hands under her armpits and resting them on her large, soft breasts. I tightened my arms around her, making us feel like conjoined twins, pressed together without any gap. My erect penis, like a beam, pressed straight against her buttocks, throbbing rhythmically.
Her pussy was soon soaked by my little guy, and she slumped against me, as if her bones had been removed, only managing to stay upright thanks to my support. Poor thing, her hands had to keep the spatula in place, after all, she still needed to eat.
"Stop messing around, or there won't be any food," she scolded.
"It's okay, I can eat you!" I said, gently nibbling her earlobe.
"Huff, huff," and then all I could hear was her heavy breathing.
We stayed like that until she finished cooking. She seemed to think I wouldn't do anything more outrageous, and after putting the soup pot on the stove, she started thrusting her hips back and forth, trying to rub her pussy against my big cock for pleasure.
Seeing her so proactive, I got excited too, and wanting to avenge my "virginity," I grabbed her breasts tightly with both hands, strained my waist, and lifted her onto the stove. Then I walked backward, leaving her suspended in the air.
She clearly hadn't expected me to do this, and screamed in fright. She gripped my neck tightly with both hands, her feet braced against the stove.
I straightened my back, and she immediately understood, her face flushed red, and she spat out a light "rogue." She obediently lowered her plump buttocks slightly. I held her slender waist with both hands, preventing her from moving.
"Help me," I said, nibbling her earlobe. Her face turned even redder, but she still managed to free one delicate hand to guide my penis into her body. Now she was practically suspended in mid-air, relying only on her legs braced against the stove, her slender waist held by me, and our tightly joined lower bodies as support.
I used my arms to lift her beautiful body upwards, watching her beautiful breasts ripple like waves of flesh; as I pulled my penis upwards, it brought out streams of white fluid and rings of tender flesh; as I thrust downwards, my penis plunged deep into her delicate passage.
"Ah, ah, ah—" she moaned intermittently with my movements.
"How about that, are you satisfied now?" Seeing how comfortable she was, I felt much more confident and thrust even harder.
"So exciting, so comfortable. I've never tried anything like this before!" Her cheeks flushed red as she moaned shyly.
I felt as if there was a tender, soft spot deep inside her, and my penis, like a ravenous snake, would eagerly devour that tender flesh every time I entered. Every
time I touched that flesh, she would tremble slightly, letting out low moans, and then use the even wetter muscles of her vagina to squeeze my penis out. I
became even more determined, going against the current, slowly increasing the time I spent eating that tender flesh.
"Good little brother, you've touched my G-spot again! It feels so good!" "So heavy, you're so cruel! Doing this to me like this, I can't live anymore—" She probably didn't even know what she was saying anymore, just moaning incoherently, wantonly releasing her pent-up desire.
"I'm going to pierce you, pierce you to death! Sister, would you like me to tear your little cunt apart?" I teased softly, biting her earlobe as I sweated profusely.
"Here, take it all, sister is yours, sister's whole body is yours! What do you want that sister can't give you? You want sister's little hole? Sister will let you tear it apart, tear it apart! Anyway, only you can give her pleasure, it's useless to me now!" Hearing her passionate confession, I could only try harder to repay her.
Perhaps it was the first time trying this novel position, her orgasm came quickly. She cried out loudly, her whole body trembling. This was the first time I had brought a woman to orgasm, and a sense of accomplishment made my rod, buried deep inside her, explode with a roar.
"Little brother, you're so amazing, sister has never felt so good before." She looked at me with seductive eyes, lying on my chest, panting softly.
"Sister, I remember all the good things you've done for me, I'll definitely make you feel even better in the future!" I said emotionally.
"Don't call me 'sister,' call me by my name, Lin Lan!" She playfully flicked my nipple, speaking in a coquettish tone.
"Little rascal Lan, look at the ground, it's flooded!" I teased her, laughing at the puddle of liquid on the ground that smelled faintly fishy.
"You're the one!" she said, covering her face and playfully punching my chest.
That day's lunch was truly not very good. But what could I do? How could a "chef" whose hands could barely hold a spatula not produce something delicious?
Ever since that time Lan and I became one, she seemed like a different person. She clung to me every day, and we were like a newlywed couple, eating together, taking walks together, and shopping together.
Of course, this was also thanks to my family situation—my mother wasn't around,
and my father only knew how to slam doors and leave. But I have to admit, the longer I spent with Lan, the more I liked this charming yet gentle and considerate woman. I even rarely thought about my mother anymore, naturally reducing my wicked desires considerably. I was even considering calling my mother to explain things and restore our previous harmonious mother-son relationship.
Today I was going shopping with Sister Lan again, but this time it was a little different. Because today, I was going to a lingerie store with her.
"I bought all this lingerie for you to see, so of course I have to take you with me to pick it out," she declared confidently. I was defeated by her self-righteous argument and had no choice but to obediently accompany her.
I'm not good at shopping, especially in this embarrassing lingerie store. I blushed furiously under the stares of every shop owner and customer, while Sister Lan seemed to enjoy my awkwardness immensely.
"How about this one?" I don't know how many times I've heard that question today.
"Great, great, it suits you perfectly!" I replied without looking up, using a formulaic answer.
"Then I'll go try it on!" I continued, head down, pretending to be deep in thought. Luckily, the store wasn't crowded, I thought to myself with relief.
"What do you think?" a seductive voice whispered in my ear.
I looked up, and before me were a pair of enormous breasts, white and tender, with visible blue veins beneath the skin.
The bra only covered a third of her large breasts, and two trembling nipples stubbornly bulged against the silk fabric.
Sister Lan seemed pleased with my staring gaze, taking a step back. Her panties immediately caught my eye, a black string defining them. I could see not only her pubic hair, but even her vulva.
Sister Lan teasingly pulled up her panties, the thin string immediately embedding itself into her vulva—it was clearly a set of sexy lingerie!
"Oh—" Sister Lan moaned softly, stimulated by her own actions.
Seeing the black string hidden between her nipples and labia, my penis immediately stood up, even while seated, it still formed a small umbrella. Sister Lan, of course, saw all this and chuckled, displaying a completely girlish allure.
I no longer cared that we were in a store, and shoved her into the fitting room. After letting her sit on a chair, I squatted down, carefully examining her vulva. This was the first time in over half a month that I had so carefully examined this paradise that brought me such ecstasy. Before, Sister Lan was always shy and wouldn't let me see.
Now, she was also covering herself with her hands. I pushed her hands away and gently pulled the thin rope. Sister Lan hissed, and her hands, which were about to stop me, were now deeply embedded in my hair. I parted the already damp black rope; her labia majora were tightly closed, leaving only a small slit. Heat and moisture rushed towards my face, carrying a faint fishy smell and a strong feminine scent, making me unable to resist gently licking it.
"Oh—" Sister Lan, seemingly experiencing immense pleasure, suddenly pressed my head between her legs. The moisture hit my face, and I looked up, feeling a little uncomfortable from the prickling of her pubic hair. Like a child who had received a new toy, I parted her slightly brownish labia, revealing layers of bright red flesh pressing against each other, pushing out a liquid exuding a strong feminine scent. I felt the smell so intense that my penis almost burst through my pants.
I took a bite and sucked hard. A fishy, pungent, and fragrant liquid was swallowed. It was as if my suck had washed away all the strength from Sister Lan; if I hadn't reacted quickly and placed her clothes on the ground, she would have collapsed.
Seeing that she was lying on the ground, still looking limp, I kissed her vulva again. As soon as I parted her slightly swollen labia, a gush of saliva flowed out. I took it into my mouth, then turned and kissed her lips deeply.
She moaned softly as I kissed her, but I couldn't tell if it was from excitement or shyness. Finally, after a fierce battle of lip movements, we both swallowed the mixture of our saliva. I deliberately swallowed loudly, making her lower her head in embarrassment. From the joy in her eyes, I knew she thoroughly enjoyed my service.
So I moved on downwards, once again battling with that saliva-spitting monster.
"Ah," I groaned as my little brother entered a warm, moist place. A soft, slippery "little snake" instantly coiled around me. Comfortable—the only word that came to mind was "comfortable." It wasn't just physical stimulation; I felt a sense of peace.
To repay Sister Lan's hospitality, I could only repay her with even more vigorous oral skills. I gently sucked her labia minora into my mouth, scraping them back and forth with my rough tongue. She seemed to be experiencing ecstasy; I felt the little snake coiling around my lower body move even more intensely, and the temperature around my penis rose higher and higher.
Excited, I gently bit her tender labia with my teeth, then sucked hard. Sister Lan's body trembled violently like a sieve. I knew she was about to reach ecstasy, so I stretched my tongue further in, scraping the soft flesh around her vagina, drawing out streams of slightly fishy, lustful fluid that flowed down the passage and wet my face.
Not to be outdone, the little soybean sprouted from the soil. Watching this tiny, slightly fishy-smelling bud, I continued to explore the unknown passage with my tongue, while simultaneously waving my nose at it.
"Ah—" The bud only twitched slightly, but Sister Lan screamed hoarsely.
A large gush of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her honeyed cave, choking me and making me cough. Sister Lan had already arched her back, trembling all over, her small mouth, having swallowed the entire penis, moaning softly as she reached her climax.
I wanted to tease her, but then I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor next door. We were both startled, unsure if it was my cough or Sister Lan's earlier moans that had disturbed the woman next door.
I held my breath, afraid of making any more noise. But who knew, Sister Lan, like a child, completely defied expectations, swallowing the penis I had just pulled out in one gulp. She even used her small, fragrant tongue to entwine with my already nearly climaxing glans, and a
wave of wet heat enveloped me once more. "Hiss," I gasped, barely managing to suppress the urge to explode. But Sister Lan wouldn't let up, her small, fragrant tongue teasing my urethral opening, gently probing inside. I was jolted awake by her stimulation. I couldn't care less about anything else, I stood up, grabbed her head with both hands, and vigorously manipulated her red lips. The thought of the half-naked woman next door made me even harder.
Sister Lan made gurgling sounds in her throat as I worked her, her arms tightly wrapped around my thighs, half-sitting on the ground to meet my thrusts, looking rather delicate and vulnerable, almost as if she were being favored. All of this only fueled my lust, and I continued to thrust my knees into her soft, moist mouth.
The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and I felt I had reached the breaking point. I gripped her head with both hands, thrusting my lower abdomen forward forcefully, and my penis plunged deep into her mouth. She seemed to know I had reached my climax; one hand gripped my buttocks tightly, while the other reached for my scrotum, gently caressing my testicles, her tongue stimulating my glans.
I let out a muffled groan, and hot semen gushed out. She twisted her head from side to side, trying to spit out my penis. I held her head firmly, preventing her from escaping. "Glug glug," I gurgled until I saw her throat bobbing, tears welling in her eyes from choking, before pulling out my now limp penis.
"Cough cough," she coughed incessantly as soon as I left her head. The remaining cloudy semen dripped from her chin onto her white breasts, an indescribably sensual sight.
Seeing her utterly exhausted state, my penis, which had just subsided, became erect again.
"What happened?" Sister Lan was clearly surprised that I had regained my energy, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes. It seemed that my actions just now had really frightened her.
I didn't speak, because I had already touched her breasts. The sexy bra that had been ravaged before and was now only half hanging up was pushed up by me. My hands wantonly kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, teasing the trembling cherries.
I helped her up and made her lie face down on the chair, my erect penis poking at her plump white buttocks.
Sister Lan obediently raised her entire buttocks, her full vagina so prominent, opening and closing with heavy breathing, and a strand of saliva hanging from the open opening. Seeing this lewd scene, how could I resist? I thrust my hips forward and inserted my already pent-up penis into that empty, moist passage.
Moisture and heat instantly surrounded me. "Ah—" Sister Lan beneath me also groaned heavily the moment I penetrated her.
Without pausing, I began thrusting rapidly, my hands gripping her slender waist as if riding a tall, agile mare. Each thrust of my penis brought forth streams of fresh, wet juices from deep within her vagina.
"Oh—so deep, so heavy!" In no time, Sister Lan began moaning ecstatically.
Listening to her lewd words, I thrust harder into her tender opening.
"So good, so good. You're fucking me so well, it feels so good every time. I want you to fuck me every night, ah—it's gotten longer, it's hitting my G-spot! So hot, it's killing me, it's killing me!" Sister Lan cried out ecstatically, completely forgetting we were still in the fitting room.
I didn't say anything, just repeated the movements, like a tireless pile driver, my lower body enjoying the warm, wet, slippery flesh enveloping and squeezing me.
"Ah, ah—mmm," a sudden moan caught my attention. The suppressed moans were clearly coming from next door. Was the woman next door unable to bear it any longer and trying to comfort herself?
Thinking this, my body instinctively quickened its thrusting, slapping against her plump buttocks with a "slap slap slap" sound, while her wet passage made a constant "gurgling" sound.
The moans and groans from next door, and Sister Lan's unrestrained cries of pleasure, fueled my passion even more. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time my penis was exceptionally powerful and long-lasting.
I reached forward with both hands, playing with her large breasts that hung precariously due to gravity. The soft flesh sank my hands completely inside. I thrust in and out, kneading them wantonly, occasionally using two fingers to slowly pinch her tender, hardened nipples, stimulating her until she cried out in pain.
With the woman next door's moans growing louder, my confidence swelled to an extreme.
Until Sister Lan was too weak to cry out, her limp body only kept from collapsing by my hands supporting her breasts; until the woman next door screamed, "It's coming, it's coming! So hot, so comfortable! So much, so thick!" I thrust violently dozens of times, then quickly pulled out my now hot, veiny penis, grabbed the erotic bra that had already fallen to the ground, and ejaculated "plop plop plop" into both cups.
Only then did I begin to help the already weak and powerless Sister Lan get dressed. When I saw the bra, stained with semen, pressed tightly against Sister Lan's large breasts, some of the squeezed-out cloudy semen running down her smooth skin, I felt a surge of excitement. Sister Lan watched me finish, her face flushed, her eyes moist. I didn't know if it was the afterglow of her orgasm or something else.
As I carried Sister Lan out of the fitting room, I heard rustling sounds coming from next door; the woman must have been adjusting her clothes. Driven by curiosity, I really wanted to knock on the fitting room door and find out, but seeing Sister Lan struggling to stand without my support, I abandoned that tempting idea.
I don't remember the shop owner's expression when I helped Sister Lan pay. I only remember the captivating blush on her face when I asked her if her breasts were comfortable later on the way home.
Sister Lan and I parted ways downstairs at her apartment building. Walking home, I suddenly felt incredibly lucky these past few days. With such a beautiful and gentle woman by my side, what more could I ask for?
When I got home, I found that man was also there. There were a few simple dishes on the table.
"Come on, son, sit down," he beckoned to the table.
I suddenly felt a little uneasy. I'd been eating alone at home for three years, so this scene took my breath away. I found a chair and sat down on the other side.
"Your mother and I might be getting remarried soon!" There was a hint of joy in his voice that I could hear.
But I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mother, whom I thought I'd gradually forgotten because of Sister Lan, suddenly became crystal clear. I suddenly realized that I had never forgotten my mother; she was just hidden in my heart. I didn't know if it was because of the alluring Sister Lan, or if it was just my own instinctive avoidance. (V)
"What happened?" I asked, barely suppressing my rising anger.
"Nothing much, we've just been running into each other a lot lately, had a few meals together, and had a great time chatting." There was an indescribable pride and nonchalance in his voice. "I feel like we still have a good chance of getting back together." "Oh, then I wish you two a speedy reconciliation." I replied coldly, slamming the door shut and storming out of the house.
「唉～老爸我是管不住你咯，下次让你妈来管你！」身后传来那令人厌恶的声音，让我差点忍不住揍他一顿，但是现在，更重要的是去向母亲问个明白。
下午和岚姐一起颠鸾倒凤的快慰消失得无影无踪，只有一股失落和屈辱，郁结在心头。
是的，母亲是我一个人的，也只能是我一个人的，但是她现在却要和这个男人复婚不行，这是绝对不能允许的事，就算这个男人是我的父亲，也绝对不可以。她的身体只有我才能看，她的翘乳只能接受我的抚摸，她的肥臀只能让我来戳干，其他人都不可以！不管是谁，只要想染指我的母亲，就是我的死敌！
头一次，我痛恨这条路上有这么多的红绿灯；头一次，我痛恨出租车竟然必须装刹车！
小区已经就在我眼前，此时正是晚饭时刻。四周都飘着油烟的香味，我抬起头，母亲的屋子正亮着光。 I rushed upstairs, not encountering a single gossipy woman who had mocked my mother along the way.
But when I reached her door, I hesitated. A sudden fear gripped me. What could I say? What could I possibly say? "Please don't remarry that man." "I love you. I can only allow myself to have you." Though I didn't know what to say, I knew I had to do something. Could I see her remarry that man? Obviously not. I had to do something. I made a silent vow.
"Knock, knock, knock," I gently knocked on the door. The sound was so jarring, it felt like my heart was pounding.
"Who is it?" A familiar voice came from inside, but it carried an inexplicable weariness.
"I..." My voice was hoarse, whether from the cold wind on the way or the nervous anticipation of returning home.
"Son, son! You, what brings you here?" The door slammed open. My mother stood before me in a cotton nightgown, her face filled with disbelief.
"Well, there are some things I want to ask you," I mumbled, but now that it was time, I was a little afraid to look at her.
"Come on, come in first," my mother said, ushering me inside.
It had been over two months since I'd last seen her, and she had lost a lot of weight. Seeing her haggard face, I felt a pang of heartache, and I couldn't utter a single question.
"Come on, come on, haven't you eaten yet? Mom was just about to eat too. Let's eat together!" My mother seemed to suddenly brighten up the moment she welcomed me into the house. "I didn't cook much for myself, so just make do. I'll cook something nice for you next time. You silly child, you didn't even tell Mom you were coming!" Listening to her nagging and seeing only a few simple vegetables on the table, I didn't know what to say and could only obediently sit down.
"How about Mom gets you some cooked food?" my mother suggested, looking at the dishes on the table. She stood up as she spoke.
"No, no need. I'm not hungry, I just wanted to talk to you," I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. My mother's wrists were so slender, but I was preoccupied with other things.
"Alright, then I'll talk to you." My mother subtly withdrew her hand and sat down.
"Mom—" "Son—" We both opened our mouths at the same time, then paused, startled.
"You ask first," my mother said with a smile.
"No, Mom, you go first. My business isn't urgent." I said, trying to figure out how to bring up the topic of "remarriage."
"Son, we haven't been in touch for almost two months. I've called you, but you haven't answered," my mother asked softly, her voice filled with worry and exhaustion.
I was slightly taken aback, unsure how to answer. Should I tell her that I had been masturbating with her underwear every day for a month, and then spent the next month enjoying myself on another beauty's belly?
Seeing my worried expression, my mother teased, "Has my darling gotten a girlfriend and abandoned his aging, fading mother?" My mother's unintentional teasing hit the nail on the head, and my face flushed red. I didn't know how to retort. I could only stubbornly insist, "My mother isn't old and faded at all! You're so beautiful, much more charming than those little girls!" I knew without looking that my mother's face was definitely red. Awkward. The atmosphere around me felt so stiff, no longer the comfortable mother-son relationship of the past. Perhaps I should have foreseen this day from the very first day I harbored impure thoughts about her, but only when I was actually in the situation did I realize the helplessness within.
"Ah—so Mom is so charming! I didn't even realize it myself!" My mother said, trying to ease the tension with self-deprecating humor, then asked, "Son, you said you had something to ask Mom as soon as you came in. What is it?" "I, I—" I knew my mother was deliberately using self-deprecation to ease the tension, but my question was even harder to answer. "Mom, do you have any wine here?" I could only manage to utter this last sentence, which brought me both a sense of relief and anger at my own weakness. I realized that from the moment I entered my mother's house, my heart had been filled with contradictions. And as time went on, these contradictions only grew stronger.
"These are the few bottles of beer left over from when my friends came over last time." Seeing my miserable face, my mother pulled out a few dusty bottles of beer from the kitchen cabinet.
Seeing the beer, I opened the bottle and started chugging.
"Son, son! What's wrong?" My mother snatched the bottle from my hand. "Is something bothering you? Tell me, let Mom comfort you. Don't drink so much, it's bad for your health!" "No, nothing," I burped and grabbed the bottle back from my mother. "I'm just hot, thirsty, I want to drink." "You don't look thirsty at all, you're clearly drowning your sorrows!" My mother said, both worried and angry. "Did someone bully you? Tell Mom, Mom will go find them." My mother still thought I was that clueless child who only knew how to cause trouble outside. Mother, oh Mother. Do you know that if you really want to find someone, you should find yourself! My heart ached, and I gulped down another large mouthful, slowly emptying the entire bottle of beer.
"What happened? Was it that man? Your father bullied you, you damned child! When we divorced, what did he promise me? He swore he'd take good care of you! Where did that come from?" My mother roared, her face flushed.
I finished the bottle in one gulp, feeling unsatisfied, and opened another. I took a sip.
"What's wrong, son? Don't scare your mother!" My mother was flustered by my silence. Finally, she opened a beer too. "Fine, fine, you won't say anything. I'll drink with you. My
son is unhappy, he's been wronged, how can I, as his mother, just sit here and do nothing?" As she spoke, she tilted her head back and took a swig, but before she could put the bottle down, she started coughing violently.
I suddenly remembered that my mother didn't drink. I looked up and saw my mother clutching her chest, coughing, her cheeks flushed red, with white beer foam hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her breasts, beneath her pajamas, swayed violently with her coughing.
The thought that Mom wasn't wearing a bra suddenly popped into my head, forcing me to take another big gulp.
"Glug glug," I realized that my mother had stopped coughing and was drinking hurriedly. I suddenly felt a pang of heartache; my mother, who never drank, was doing this for me… "Mom!" I called out, looking up.
She ignored me, continuing to drink. Her small mouth was slightly open, and the pale yellow liquor flowed continuously from her slightly parted, glistening red lips into her mouth. The scene was so beautiful; her bright red lips, moistened by the liquor, looked like they were coated with lip gloss, reflecting the light. I couldn't help but secretly lick my lips.
"Ha—" My mother let out a long sigh and slammed the empty bottle on the table. "Son, now, can you tell your mom what, what happened?" she said, hiccuping slightly.
"I, I—" Seeing my mother's inability to hold her liquor, I really wanted to ask her everything in one go before making a proper confession. But looking at my mother, who was so concerned for me, I felt something stuck in my throat, unable to speak.
"Looks like my son has a lot on his mind. It's okay! Mom's with you." She opened another bottle and gulped it down. In a few moments, another bottle was gone. Had my mother learned to drink? I was a little confused.
"Mom, maybe you shouldn't drink anymore," I whispered tentatively.
"What? You think I'm disrespecting your mother?" My mother opened another bottle and was about to pour it down her throat.
"Mom, okay, stop drinking! I'll tell you, alright?" I felt a pang of guilt looking at my mother's stubborn insistence. I snatched the bottle from her hand.
"Yes, I knew it, I knew my darling son, you love me the most," my mother said, her face flushed, letting me take the bottle away. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the table, panting heavily.
"Mom, are you alright? Mom!" I was startled to see her collapse and quickly helped her up.
"Mom, Mom's fine. I just... I drank a little too much!" My mother leaned against me, waving her hands haphazardly and laughing. "Now you can... tell Mom what... what happened, right?" Seeing that my mother, though drunk, was still concerned about me, I felt a surge of emotion. "I... I just wanted to ask... ask Mom if... if you're... if you're about to remarry that man... oh... my dad... and him..." I stammered out what was on my mind.
"Remarry?" My mother was also taken aback, clearly not expecting this to be the question that was bothering me. "What,
you miss your mom and want me to continue living with you?" My mother suddenly laughed, and as she spoke, she stood up, supporting herself on the table.
My mother's question made me feel embarrassed. Did I really have to say that I didn't agree to your remarriage
and didn't want to see you continue to be with that man?
"No, no. It's just... it's just—" I didn't know how to answer, and stammered, unable to speak.
"What's there to just say? I haven't thought about it yet! But if you really want me to live with you, I'll think about it." She slurred her words, a little drunk. "No, but right now, let me go to the bathroom." She stumbled towards the bathroom. "Mom!
" Seeing her slip, I quickly caught her from behind. But she was already weak from drinking, and when I caught her from behind, she immediately slumped forward. Although I tried to support her, the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off, and I was caught by her, falling forward as well. Luckily, I grabbed the wall to steady myself, preventing us from falling face-to-face, but my mother ended up kneeling on the ground.
"Son, are you alright?" My mother asked as soon as she regained her balance.
"I'm fine." The fall startled me, and I sobered up considerably. However, I immediately realized how intimate my position with my mother was. She was kneeling on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, and I was like a dog in heat, straddling her back. Her fleshy buttocks were nestled between my waist and hips.
It was a classic doggy style! Realizing this, my penis instinctively began to swell. Almost instantly, through her thin nightgown, it pressed against her buttocks. My glans felt like it had been electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading from my lower body to every limb.
"Son, son," my mother must have sensed my unusual behavior, her breathing immediately becoming rapid. "Let me, let me go wash my hands, go to the bathroom!" she said in a slightly hoarse voice, trying to climb out of my embrace.
"Mom!" I held her waist tightly, not letting her body leave mine. Instead, I twisted my hips from side to side, forcing my already erect penis between her legs.
"Ah," I could hear the sound she made in that instant. Her body, which had been writhing and trying to crawl away, froze, completely still.
Seeing my mother stop writhing, I felt a surge of heat slowly spreading through my body. I tightened my arms around her waist, making her plump buttocks feel like they were embedded in my crotch, and my little penis, having already experienced the deliciousness of a mature woman on Sister Lan, now instinctively bounced and rubbed against the inside of my mother's thighs. The thin nightgown couldn't block the wonderful feeling of skin against skin, and soon I could feel goosebumps rising on my mother's legs.
"Son, son." My mother freed one hand and placed it on my arm that was hooked around her. "No, no, don't do this.
Let, let Mom go to the bathroom first!" she said, trying to pull my hand away.
"No, no!" Instead of loosening my grip, I pressed myself against my mother's back and whispered in her ear, "I want to hold you like this, I want to hold you tight like this! Tightly, I'll never let go!" "Son, baby! Mommy will let you hug me later, okay?" My mother was startled by my warm breath. "Let Mommy go to the bathroom first, Mommy drank too much and feels unwell now!" "No, if I let go, I'll never be able to hug you like this again!" I said coquettishly, just like when I was a child, while mischievously pressing her lower abdomen with one hand. But as soon as I placed my hand on it, it immediately turned from a prank into something I couldn't let go of. Her
soft lower abdomen, the smooth feeling couldn't be hidden by her pajamas, it was really hard to believe that my mother, a woman in her forties, could have such skin. Her waist was completely different from Sister Lan's waist, it felt softer and smoother to the touch. I felt like I was starting to enjoy this feeling.
"No, don't touch there!" My mother tried hard to pry my hand away. "It hurts so much! You're touching me so badly! Hurry up and let me go to the bathroom, I can't hold it in anymore!" My mother's words had no effect whatsoever; I was already getting into the mood. During the two weeks I spent with Sister Lan, I always released my pent-up desires without reservation. So, when I realized it, my hand had already reached past my mother's lower abdomen and moved downwards.
I could already feel the waistband of her underwear—sure enough, it was the traditional cotton kind. I touched down along the edge of her underwear through her pajamas. My mother seemed surprised by my boldness; she didn't even cry out, and her hands went limp, just letting me touch her all the way down her pajamas. It wasn't
until my hand, through the thin cotton underwear, touched her private parts, the tufts of hair rubbing against my hand, creating a soft, furry feeling, that I boldly pressed down, pressing against the valley hidden beneath the bushes, feeling the tender touch of her skin seeping into my fingertips. Only then did my mother jump up as if she'd been electrocuted.
I don't know how my mother suddenly gained such strength, managing to break free from my embrace in an instant. She stood facing inward, leaning against the wall. I couldn't see her expression, only her trembling shoulders. "No, no! Son, I'm your mother! Don't forget, we're mother and son!" My mother's words struck me like a thunderbolt. The word "mother and son" left me in a dilemma. I suddenly felt so dirty. I hadn't answered my mother's calls for over a month, afraid things would escalate to this point, yet now I habitually wanted to possess her.
For the first time, I felt angry with Sister Lan; she had spoiled me so much, making me so wanton, wanting to sleep with every woman I saw. But without her, I might have had to watch helplessly as my mother returned to that man's arms.
Yes, the thought of my mother possibly returning to that man's arms sent a rush of blood to my head. This absolutely could not happen!
So what if I'm dirty? So what if I'm despicable? Even if the world curses me, insults me, sullies me, and humiliates me, nothing can compare to my mother's smile . For her, for her, what can't I do, what dare I do
? I mustered my courage and took another step forward, slowly embracing her from behind. My mother visibly trembled. Seeing she wanted to speak, I immediately spoke first, "Mom, do you remember that last night in Hangzhou?" My mother trembled again, then slowly softened. She grabbed my arms that were wrapped around her shoulders. "No, don't say anything. Mom, Mom, I don't know anything! We were both asleep that day!" "No, that's not right! We were so intimate that day, why are you pretending not to know?" I was angry at my mother's evasiveness and interrupted. "
Child, nothing happened that day. Don't think too much about it. Forget what you should forget." My mother explained earnestly, hoping to persuade me.
"How can I forget? How can I forget?" Hearing my mother's advice, I felt so disappointed. The woman I had always loved had rejected me so directly.
I yelled, "You lost a piece of clothing, didn't you? I know, it's that pink underwear, right! It wasn't lost, it wasn't lost! Your good son stole it! You've been wanting to know why I didn't answer your calls before, haven't you? Fine, I'll tell you! Your son is obsessed with your underwear every day, how can I answer your calls? How dare I answer your calls?" "Then what do you want? Do you think I didn't know you took the underwear? Do you think I was really asleep that day? I'm your mother! Do you expect me to take off my clothes and lie on the ground waiting for you to do what you want to me? Do
you think I'm some kind of prostitute who charges 200 yuan a time? I'm your mother, I'll be your mother for life! I gave birth to you twenty years ago, what am I supposed to do now?" Hearing my outburst, my mother also became hysterical.
This was the first time I'd ever seen my mother speak so loudly, and I felt a little intimidated. But I also knew that now that things were out in the open, if I didn't succeed this time, I might never have the chance to be with my mother again. The thought of not being able to be with my mother forever filled me with heartache; I had to make a decision!
One hand was still around my mother's shoulder, while the other arm had broken free from her grip, which she was tightly holding in her excitement, and went straight down, pressing against her underwear.
"You, you, you, what are you doing?" My mother, seeing my directness, grabbed my arm as it reached down, screaming, "Are you crazy?" "I'm crazy, I'm really crazy! Do you know who I was thinking about when I ejaculated that day on the mountain path?
Do you know the peace I felt behind you that night? Do you know how I wanted to chop that man to pieces when I heard him say he wanted to remarry you?" I roared like a madman, startling even myself, and my mother was clearly stunned as well.
My hand, which was on her underwear, slipped inside. Lots of hair, thick pubic hair, tried to stop me from going any further, but I didn't care anymore. I knew this was my last chance. I had told her all my secrets. I found the slightly trembling crevice, and a finger slipped in like a nimble snake.
"Ah! No, no, don't do this! Son, take it out quickly!" Mom noticed my actions and screamed, waving her arms.
I gripped her shoulder tightly with my right hand to prevent her from moving, while my left index finger stirred wildly inside her vulva. At this moment, I had completely forgotten all the moves I used with Sister Lan, and like a novice, I poked and bumped around in my mother's dry vulva.
"Ah—quick, quick, let Mom go to the toilet!" Mom clutched her stomach and tried to go into the bathroom, not even caring about my finger inside her vagina. But I grabbed her and my right hand also went to cover her full breasts. Even through her bra, I still kneaded them hard a few times, and sure enough, they were hard. I really missed the soft breasts of my mother after she took off her bra that night.
"No, no! Mom, Mom can't hold back anymore." Mom pleaded, pushing my right hand away from her chest. "Son, son, please let go!" I didn't speak, but my left hand moved even more skillfully inside her vagina. Finally, I found a small round hole, a tiny protrusion that trembled slightly. This must be Mom's urethra, and a perverse pleasure surged within me. My index finger touched the small hole little by little, and the entire protrusion seemed to tremble violently.
"No, no! Stop, please stop!" Mom clutched her lower abdomen and knelt on the ground. Fortunately, my right hand was still pressing firmly on her chest, preventing her from falling, but she pulled me down to my knees as well. With a forceful rub of my left hand, I rubbed the small hole hard. A gush of heat gushed out.
"Ah—" Mom let out a heavy sigh of relief. A surge of heat flowed, overflowing her vulva, soaking her pubic hair and panties, and running down my wrists and her thighs to the ground. It was a long stream of urine, making me realize how much effort my mother had put in.
A large puddle quickly formed on the ground, soaking our kneeling legs and my mother's pajamas. My pants were also wet and uncomfortable, but I felt a perverse sense of conquest.
We stood like two casts of plaster, neither rising nor moving in the waterlogged area, letting the water slowly creep up our clothes. Only my mother's crotch continued to drip with her urine.
"Waaah!" Suddenly, my mother's shoulders trembled as she cried.
"Mom, what's wrong, Mom?" I quickly asked, wondering if she had fallen somewhere.
"Get away! Get away from me!" my mother shouted, pushing me forcefully. Perhaps because she had relieved herself, her strength suddenly increased. She pushed me, causing me to stumble, but she forgot that my right hand was still gripping her breast, and my left hand was still inside her panties. The fall pulled her down with it.
"Thump!" My head slammed against the wall with a loud thud.
"Ah!" Mom screamed, seemingly forgetting everything that had happened—forgetting that I had pulled her into my arms, forgetting that we were now lying in her urine… "Son, are you alright? Does it hurt? It's all Mom's fault, all Mom's fault! How are you feeling?!" Mom's eyes welled up with tears.
"No, I'm fine," I replied, enduring the pain, while simultaneously squeezing my right breast. "Don't worry, Mom, I'm perfectly healthy." Mom blushed as I squeezed her breast, and only slowly stopped crying when she heard I was alright. But immediately, tears started flowing again.
"Mom, what's wrong, Mom?" I asked quickly, afraid she had fallen too.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault for mistreating your mother like this. Not only did you lay hands on me, but you also...you also..." "And what, Mom? Tell me!" I saw her face flushed with embarrassment as she spoke, playfully punching my chest like a spoiled little girl. My mood suddenly improved, and I couldn't help but tease her.
"And you also made me...you made me pee in front of my son!" As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until she finally buried her head in her breasts.
"Mom—" I called out, gently lifting her pointed chin with my right hand, which was still pinching her breast.
"Wh-what's wrong?" My mother avoided my gaze, not daring to look at me.
"Mom, I love you!" Looking at her shy, demure expression, I couldn't help but blurt out my true feelings.
"What are you saying!" my mother scolded, trying to get up as she spoke.
"Mom, you know, you know I love you! You've always known!" I gently teased her wet lips, which were glistening with urine, inside her panties with my left hand. Her legs went limp, and she fell back onto me.
"That day on the mountain path, you told me to pee, but I couldn't. Then, then I thought of you, and then I ejaculated in my fantasy of you. From then on, I was like a man possessed. When I heard that couple moaning, I thought of you again. Do you know how excited I was when I heard you respond to me? On the last night, I ejaculated between your thighs, and I felt incredibly happy!" "No, stop talking!" My mother blushed and tried to cover my mouth.
"No, I have to say it. I have to tell the woman I love most how much I love her!" I grabbed her hand that was trying to cover my mouth and continued.
"That day I saw your underwear hanging in the bathroom, and without thinking, I took it. When I got home, all my longing for you, all my love for you, was poured into that pair of underwear. Do you think I wasn't in pain? If I wasn't in pain, why wouldn't I answer your calls? I felt incredibly shameless, but I couldn't help it! Mom, I couldn't help it!" Finally, I got to the bottom of it all,
and suddenly felt a sense of relief. But tears welled up in my eyes. "How could you be so foolish!" My mother listened to my confession, looked at my tears, and said softly, pulling my head into her arms like she did when I was a child. She shook me gently and said slowly, "But we are mother and son! Son, there can be no future for us! Mom knows the underwear, yes, I took it. Mom wants to distance herself from you, but Mom can't do it. You are Mom's child! I haven't seen you for a month, and Mom really misses you." "Mom, I want to be with you! I want to marry you!" Hearing her words, I felt both moved and guilty, for not understanding my mother and for my unreasonable request.
"What nonsense are you talking about? We're mother and son, this is impossible!" My mother seemed to be advising me, but also talking to herself.
"Why is it impossible? You're a woman, I'm a man, men and women should be together!" I shouted.
"We are a man and a woman, but we are also mother and son!" My mother was like a trapped wild beast, clinging tightly to her bottom line.
"I don't care, I don't care! I just want you!" I cried, using my left hand to tease her wet vulva.
"Son, son. No, don't do this! We are mother and son, we can't go any further!" My mother gripped my left wrist tightly, preventing me from going any further.
I knew it would be difficult to persuade her logically, so I decided to go all in. My right hand also reached down to her lower body, and with a "ripping" sound, I tore her panties in half. Doing the same, her bra was also ruined, and a pair of white, tender breasts popped out.
"Ah—" My mother screamed, her face flushed, one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her lower body.
"What are you doing!" "Mom, I love you! That's why I want you, I want you now!" I roared like a beast, spreading her legs apart with both hands, grabbing her hand covering her genitals with one hand, and shifting her position on top of me with the other. My penis thrust forward without hesitation.
I wouldn't make the mistakes I made as a novice anymore; the tip of my penis went straight into her.
"It hurts—" my mother screamed. "Are you trying to kill your mother?!" "Mom, don't cry, don't cry." I wiped away the tears streaming down my mother's face from the pain, slowly twisting my hips, hoping to find a better position to ease her suffering.
As I twisted my hips, my penis rotated inside my mother's vagina. After a while, I noticed that my mother's face gradually turned red. Her vagina also began to heat up slightly, and her labia began to tremble quietly.
"Mmm—" Finally, my mother let out a soft moan, as if she had given up the futile resistance. She whispered, "Mom hasn't done this in almost four years, be gentle!" As she spoke, her vagina trembled slightly, and her tender red lips gently bit my glans.
Encouraged by this, I carefully thrust in.
"Sizzle…" As my penis slowly disappeared into her vagina, it felt as if her vagina was slowly swallowing it. My mother and I stared at this process; it was so sacred, yet so lewd.
"Mom, help me, I'm stuck." Feeling the resistance ahead, I didn't dare to be forceful. I gently massaged my mother's freed breasts while whispering.
"You, you… mmm—" My mother blushed, unable to speak, and twisted her body uncomfortably. As if knowing what she was thinking, I gently pulled my penis back, and immediately felt a stream of sticky liquid replenish the spot. Then I slowly inserted it again.
"Mmm—" My mother and I groaned simultaneously as my penis was fully inside her. I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body and soul, making me want to moan out loud. My entire being was immersed in a feeling called "happiness," and at that moment, I had a strong urge to ejaculate.
Yes, I just wanted to give my semen to my mother, to return to her body, even if it was just bodily fluids. This feeling was completely different from what Sister Lan had given me. It wasn't the pleasure of possession, but simply a dedication. Yes. The feeling of wanting to give myself, everything I had, to my mother. My love, my hate, my resentment, my longing—I wanted to share them all with her, to show them to her without reservation.
I don't know how much time had passed, perhaps just a moment. I came to my senses and looked up at my mother. Her eyes were closed, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the blush on her cheeks seemed to tell that she too had reached ecstasy.
"Mom, I love you!" I confessed passionately as I slowly moved my penis in and out, trying to be as slow as possible, afraid of causing her even the slightest pain. The flesh inside her vagina was so tight that as I withdrew, it chased after me, releasing copious amounts of white fluid; then, as I slowly thrust in, it gradually shrank back in. The lascivious sounds of water, accompanying the opening and closing of her flesh, made a "slurping" noise.
"Ah—" The tight walls of her vagina enveloped my penis, and I felt a sudden pause at the tip, as I realized I had already pierced my mother's blossoming flower.
"Oh…" The moment my penis touched her clitoris, her flower gripped my glans tightly, a deep, soul-stirring pleasure surging forth. My mother's tightly closed mouth involuntarily opened wide, forming a beautiful "O" shape.
"Ah, Mom, good Mom, squeeze tight…yes, so comfortable—" Seeing my mother shyly nod slightly, I felt greatly encouraged, slowly increasing the speed of my thrusts, finally beginning a wide, sweeping motion.
"Slap, slap..." The lewd sounds stimulated my brain. My penis went in and out of her vagina again and again. Finally, after a heavy thrust, I pressed against her clitoris and whispered, "Mom, Mom, tell me, am I making you feel good? Is it good?" "I...I don't know!" My mother's cheeks seemed to be bleeding instantly. She shook her head desperately in embarrassment, but the tender flesh inside her vagina gripped my penis even tighter.
I suddenly increased my speed, and after a vigorous, sweat-drenched thrust, I abruptly stopped. I pressed my penis against her clitoris again and whispered in her ear, "Mom, tell me, is it comfortable?" After several urgings, my mother seemed to finally surrender, but her reserved nature prevented her from being coy. She simply answered with a gradually louder nasal tone, "Mmm... um..." Hearing her response, my hips trembled, and I began a new round of frenzied thrusting. When her moans finally became continuous, I pressed my penis against her clitoris again and asked, "Mom, Mom, how is it?" "Oh... um..." My mother finally managed to stop her continuous moans, slightly opening her watery eyes and nodding almost imperceptibly. Then, unable to contain her shyness, she softly uttered two words: "Comfortable!" Hearing my usually dignified and virtuous mother respond like this, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, and my penis thrust in and out even more violently.
Suddenly, with a powerful thrust, I felt that her ever-hot flower core had been forced open slightly, and a burst of scalding breath sprayed onto my glans.
"Ah—" Mom suddenly screamed, as if abandoning all restraint, "So deep, so deep!
It's going to penetrate, it's going to be pierced through!" I felt Mom's honey hole tremble, and a surge of hot fluid gushed out instantly, spraying heavily onto my glans; at the same time, Mom's moans seemed to be unable to be suppressed any longer, and she murmured sweetly, "Son, quick, son, kiss me—kiss me!" Naturally, I obeyed her every word, and my fiery mouth immediately sealed Mom's two beautiful lips, and between our tongues and teeth, all that could be heard were the muffled moans of pleasure from her throat.
At the same time, my thrusting did not stop, each time withdrawing only to the glans before plunging in completely again! The swaying testicles repeatedly struck my mother's perineum, accompanied by her moans of desire and the sizzling sound of my penis moving back and forth—a scene so erotic it made every pore of my body tingle!
"Ah—" My mother moaned involuntarily again, then bit down hard on my shoulder, turning her frantic cries into soft nasal sounds: "Oh—oh—uh—mm—" Her flowing black hair danced wildly, her buttocks swayed, her body rising and falling rapidly, completely intoxicated in a dream of pleasure, lost in an ocean of desire, fallen into a world of emotions!
"Mom, you are my woman!" I shouted triumphantly, my hands tightly gripping my mother's perfect body. I stopped thrusting violently and instead pressed hard against the soft flesh of her vulva, my hot penis plunging heavily into the deepest part of her vagina. The round head pressed against her clitoris swayed, tapped, and rotated incessantly.
"Ah, son—" My mother's jade legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her soft belly pressing against my messy black hair, her soft breasts squeezing my chest, the nipples being squeezed deep into her tender white flesh. Her head tilted back, her mouth opening to its limit once more.
I felt myself reaching the edge of climax, and I kissed my mother's red lips heavily, wantonly ravaging her soft lips, white teeth, and fragrant tongue. My mother responded wildly, lost in passion. Finally, my penis swelled, a surge of heat rushing from my waist to the head of my penis.
"No, no, don't ejaculate inside!" Although my mother was already limp and powerless, her vagina was even more sensitive. Her slightly swollen labia felt the trembling of my penis, and the soft flesh of her vulva suddenly tightened, like a fleshy little mouth tightly sucking on my glans.
"Ah—" I couldn't help but groan, continuing to thrust forward fiercely without regard for anything else.
My mind went blank. A tingling sensation, like lightning, surged from my lower body throughout my entire being, followed by a torrent of scalding heat.
"Mmm—son!" Our hearts resonated, our minds connected. My mother seemed to sense my unwavering resolve and pleading, and reluctantly gave up her resistance. Her clitoris, now forced open, opened its small mouth in jubilation, receiving my surging desire.
One shot, two shots, three shots… swift and powerful bullets struck my mother's clitoris with heavy force, the glistening head pressing firmly against the opening, filling it completely with the seed of desire.
Under such powerful impact, my mother's honeyed flower core no longer simply gripped the glans. With each powerful thrust, her little mouth would suddenly bite down on the glans, then release, only to bite down again with the whistling of another thrust… The final ejaculation was so beautiful it made me lose my mind. The pleasure was so intense that my mother and I embraced tightly, wishing we could merge into each other's bodies, our blood and flesh forever intertwined… Every pore on my body opened, and the ecstasy of my soul made me kiss my mother deeply. This time, there was no passionate tongue battle, just our lips meeting, our saliva flowing silently. I could feel our heartbeats synchronizing at that moment. Finally, after twenty years, I returned to my mother's womb in another form.
I could feel myself weeping, tears of emotion, for myself and for my great mother.
Silence, a long silence. My mother and I closed our eyes, savoring this wonderful feeling.
"Go wash up!" Mom snapped out of her daze first, nudging me. "You're filthy!" "I want to wash with you, Mom," I pleaded, hugging her soft, white body. The thought that this body now belonged to me made my heart race.
"Who's going to clean this up?" Mom laughed, pointing to the water stains on the floor, patting my head.
Mom's urine, spring water, and our combined sweat had soaked a large patch of the floor—a veritable battlefield of filth.
I obediently washed myself and then slipped into the bed that Mom had already prepared in her room.
Soon, Mom finished getting ready, wearing a new set of cotton underwear, and got into bed.
"Mom, take off your underwear! I want to sleep in your arms!" I said, clinging to her playfully.
"Okay, okay, but you have to promise not to do anything inappropriate. It's already late," Mom said, taking off her underwear and getting back into bed naked, embracing me tightly.
"Mom," I called softly, tightening my grip on her arm.
"What is it, son?" "What's going on between you and that man...?" "Sigh!" Mom smiled and said, "I've really fallen for him, and I can't wait to become his wife again!" "Mom—" I playfully squeezed her soft breasts.
"Alright, alright, don't tease my little jealous pot! It's all because of you. You never answer my calls, so I wanted to go see you, and that's how I ran into him, and we had a meal together!" Mom patted my head and said.
"Mom—" Hearing my mother's words, I finally felt relieved, my heart filled with sweetness.
"What?" "It's so good to be with you!" "Me too, darling!" The next morning, I woke up to a long-awaited breakfast made by my mother.
After breakfast, my mother gave me a sweet good morning kiss and then urged me to go back to work.
So I obediently went home, but no one was home. I habitually found my phone, which I had left at home last night, and as soon as I turned it on, the "beep beep beep" of messages went off for more than ten minutes.
I looked, and it was all "Sister Lan"...
(VI)
"Ring ring ring" The phone rang as soon as the message ringing stopped.
"Hello?" I asked softly, feeling inexplicably timid.
"Yes, it's me." Sister Lan's voice was a little hoarse, and she looked so haggard that I almost didn't recognize her. "Where are you? Why haven't you replied to my messages? I've been calling you, but your phone is always off!" "You, do you know how worried I was?" As she spoke, there was a hint of crying on the other end of the phone.
"I'm not home tonight, and I didn't bring my phone." I hurriedly explained when I heard her crying. "Sister Lan, I'm fine, don't worry!" "Where are you? Where are you now?" Sister Lan kept asking.
"I'm home! I just got home! The messages you sent me really startled me! There were so many!" I joked, trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere that was making me feel uncomfortable.
"Are you home?" Sister Lan seemed completely oblivious to my teasing, pressing me relentlessly, "Are you really home?" "Yes, I'm home!" I replied with a wry smile. It was truly hard to believe that the intelligent, gentle, and understanding Sister Lan could have this side to her.
"I want to see you! Now, I need to see you right now!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became high-pitched, but then, as if she had used up all her strength, she asked softly and tremblingly, "Can, can you come see your Sister Lan?" "Wh-what's wrong?" Sensing her intense emotional fluctuations, my heart clenched. At that moment, I seemed to forget my mother, and hurriedly replied, "Come, I'm coming right now!" I almost immediately hung up the phone and rushed out. A text message on my phone, Sister Lan's weary voice—could it be...
could something have happened after we broke up yesterday? I dared not think further, and ran frantically.
"Knock, knock, knock," I knocked urgently on the door, my heart filled with fear. I was afraid, I was afraid something had happened to Sister Lan, even more afraid that something had happened to her during the tender night between my mother and me.
"Click," the lock clicked, but the door didn't open.
I stared at the thin crack in the door, like a predatory beast ready to devour me. Why wouldn't Sister Lan open the door
? Was she injured?
With a heavy heart, I pushed the door open and went in.
"Click," the door slammed shut as soon as I stepped inside.
Then I saw her, a Sister Lan so haggard I almost didn't recognize her. Her black hair was disheveled, her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, completely unlike her former composed and gentle demeanor. I found it hard to believe that anything could cause such a mature and intelligent woman to be reduced to this state overnight.
"Sister Lan," I whispered tentatively, "What happened?" "Love me!" These two words inexplicably escaped her lips, her red and swollen eyes fixed intently on me.
"Wh-what?" Seeing her so dejected and listless, I really thought she was possessed. "What's wrong, Sister Lan? Tell me what happened, don't scare me!" "I don't care! I don't care!" She seemed completely deaf to my words, suddenly becoming hysterical. "I want you, I want you to love me! Now, right now!" she shouted, bringing her mouth close to mine. Then she kissed me fiercely, and at that moment, I was afraid she would bite off my lip.
She seemed to be kissing with all her might; her pajamas, which were not properly fastened, had long since fallen to the floor. She was completely naked, pinning me against the door and kissing me passionately.
Her tongue was like a wounded little fish, darting around in my mouth, then pressing hard against mine. Her hands were also tightly wrapped around my back, as if she wanted to meld her whole body into mine. Her legs were squeezed between my thighs from the beginning, making it impossible for me to move. At that moment, I even felt like I was the woman, while she was the man who was possessing me.
This feeling of being conquered suddenly filled me with a strange sense of humiliation. I tried to touch Lan Jie's tongue with my own, but found it firmly pressed against mine, and I couldn't move at all. A little annoyed, I bit down hard on Lan Jie's lips.
I don't know if I bit too hard, but she jumped back like a frightened kitten, escaping
my embrace. Then she opened her red eyes wide and stared intently at me. She raised her hand and gently touched her lip where I had bitten it, and tears started falling without warning.
"Lan Jie, Lan Jie, what's wrong?" I panicked when I saw her crying again. "Lan Jie, did I bite you too hard?" "You! You bastard!" Lan Jie didn't answer me, but instead cursed fiercely, her tears continuing, yet the corners of her mouth turned up. This left me completely bewildered.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault, I'm such a jerk, I shouldn't have bitten my dear Sister Lan." I quickly admitted my mistake. Sometimes you can't explain to a woman; the more you explain, the more wrong you'll find yourself... "You, you!" Sister Lan's smile deepened when she saw me admit my mistake immediately, but she still said fiercely, "Last night, why didn't you answer my call last night?" "Didn't I tell you I wasn't home? I didn't have my phone with me!" I replied, but my heart skipped a beat. Did Sister Lan already know, or was she testing me?
Just as I was racking my brains and didn't know how to explain, Sister Lan's soft body gently leaned into my arms again. This time, she just gently rested her head on my shoulder and whispered softly. "Do you know that 15 years ago, Xin Xin's father did the same thing? He took Xin Xin and me to the amusement park that afternoon, but then said he had to work overtime that night and rushed out." "The next day, the next morning I even made breakfast and waited for him to come back. But, but he never came back, never." Sister Lan buried her face in my arms, her body trembling violently, and she burst into tears.
"Do you know how scared I was when you ignored me last night? I was so afraid that you would be like Xin Xin's father, abandoning us, just like that!" Hearing her sobs, my heart ached. A woman prepared a meal and waited for her husband to come home, only to never see him again, and then had to raise her child alone with all her hard work. I swallowed the sobs in my throat and gently patted her shoulder. Besides that, I didn't know what else I could do to comfort this poor woman, this great mother.
"It's okay, it's okay!" I comforted her gently. "I'm here now, as soon as I heard your call, I came right away!" "I know, I know!" She wiped away her tears. "The moment I heard your voice, I felt like I came back to life. I suddenly realized how much I love you." "I love you too! Not only love you, but also your little sister!" I gently ran my right hand down, across her smooth back, her plump buttocks, and lightly touched the area where her pubic hair grew. "So don't worry, even if you didn't come looking for me, I would still come to see you for your little sister!" "You, you, you're such a bastard!" Her slightly flushed cheeks broke through the previous tearful gloom, but her red and swollen eyes looked both funny and sad.
"I'm a bastard, I'm not only a bastard, I'm also lewd!" I gently combed her messy black hair with my right hand, pointing at her forbidden area, while my left hand cupped her full breasts and gently swayed them. "I just don't know if my dear sister will give me the chance to be lewd." "No! I'm a married woman!" She suddenly jumped out of my arms, clutching her chest, but intentionally or unintentionally revealing two trembling cherries.
I was taken aback when she suddenly left and said such a thing. But when I saw her swollen, red eyes, when I saw her legs, which were still twisting and turning despite covering her upper body, and her swaying buttocks and vulva, I suddenly understood Sister Lan's trick and what I should do.
"Sister, do you think hiding will work?" I chuckled lewdly, raised an eyebrow, and pulled down my underwear, revealing my already swollen and engorged penis.
"You, what are you doing?" Sister Lan exclaimed softly, staring intently at my erection while covering her chest and backing away.
"I...of course I'm going to fuck you!" I said, and lunged forward.
"Ah!" Sister Lan exclaimed, then slipped away from my lunge like a fish. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her soft breasts slid off my arm as she moved away, pressing hard against it. The soft touch and the fleeting contact sent a shiver through me.
"Sister, why are you running away!" I savored the sensation on my arm, watching Lan's breasts sway and her plump buttocks wobble as she fled, and I slowly became aroused, teasing her.
"You bastard, I'm your sister! How could you treat your sister like this?" A half-angry, half-coquettish voice came from the bedroom. When I opened the door, Lan was already dressed in a sexy nightgown, huddled in the corner, trembling.
Her thong couldn't cover her thick, protruding vulva at all; messy black pubic hair lay there haphazardly, her two protruding labia already swallowing the small black stocking.
From my position, I could only see that alluring slit. A bra supported her two large breasts, covering only the lower third of their length. A pair of already erect nipples peeked out from the bra, hidden by Lan Jie's hands.
"What's wrong with me?" I lewdly grinned, slowly approaching her.
"You, you, you actually want to do something to your sister!" Lan Jie exclaimed in a coquettish voice, occasionally fiddling with her pink nipples.
Undoubtedly, Lan Jie's sudden idea had aroused a desire in me beyond what I usually felt. Her feigned resistance made my blood boil. I wanted nothing more than to rush forward and release my pent-up desire. But I knew this game had to continue.
"I...I don't want to do anything!" I slowly approached her, looking at her huddled in the corner, weak and helpless, a violent pleasure slowly rising within me. I knew that today I had to "rape" this woman.
My penis pointed to the sky, slowly approaching her. I stood there in front of her, my penis right in front of her. She half-squatted, staring at my erect member, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her face growing redder, yet she kept shouting, "Take that thing away! What do you want?" Her feeble struggles only fueled my desire.
I ignored her, hands on my hips, emphasizing the size of my penis, and thrust my hips, letting it poke and prod her face. Sister Lan's face was smooth, like that of a young girl in her prime. My penis poking against her face gave me a strange pleasure, constantly stimulating my glans, sending shivers down my spine.
"Mmm—uh—mmm—" Sister Lan murmured lazily through her nose as I continued to poke and prod her, her face glistening with moisture from my large penis, her warm breath spraying onto my glans, making me feel like I was in heaven!
Soon, she couldn't resist any longer, her wet little tongue occasionally touching my throbbing penis. I knew she was extending a sincere invitation. But I had more important things to do now.
I thrust my glans, already wet from Lan Jie's tongue, down her white chin and slender neck, gently tapping her arm that was covering her breasts.
Lan Jie understood and released her hand, but shouted, "What are you doing? Those are my breasts, only my husband can touch them! Take that thing away!" She then touched my burning hot penis, and rather than pushing it out, she forcefully thrust it into that soft flesh.
"Ah, sister, your breasts feel so good. Your husband isn't here right now, so let your little brother enjoy them!" I echoed her lewd words, thrusting my hips repeatedly, making the glans sink deep into that white flesh each time.
"Sister, your breasts are so soft! My little brother's cock loves it, it's inside again, the head is inside your breasts again! So soft, so comfortable!" "Ugh—quick, quick, take it away! Take your filth away, I can't betray my husband!" Sister Lan cried out dramatically, while thrusting her chest forward, allowing my penis to thrust even closer to her heart each time.
"Husband, you're still thinking about that thing?" I was also aroused by her words, feeling a perverse pleasure from lusting after another's wife and daughter.
"Your nipples don't think so! Look, they're excited, greeting your little brother's penis!" I used my penis to tease those two perky nipples, the saliva that had dripped onto my glans and the clear fluid secreted from my urethra had coated her nipples completely. Under the light, they reflected a lewd color.
"No, no, I didn't!" She saw the lewd look on her own nipples and whispered in protest, "It's all because of you, you pervert, seducing me!" "Seducing me doesn't just mean seducing you, I mean raping you!" I looked at her shy yet thirsty appearance and felt a surge of lust. I could no longer play the game of teasing an innocent woman. My two idle hands directly grabbed her thighs and thrust into her lower abdomen, letting my already bulging, veiny penis tremble as it reached the entrance of Sister Lan's peach garden.
The thong that had been "eaten" inside was finally "spit out" by her little mouth after my penis had been repeatedly manipulated. A piece of black silk was twisted into a black thread by the mucus and her little mouth. A lot of saliva was also "spit out" from her little mouth.
A faint fishy smell instantly filled the narrow corner. Sister Lan could feel the dampness of her peach garden and the faint, fishy smell of the sticky fluid. She turned her face away, not daring to look anymore, but her little mouth below seemed to still be wanting more, opening and closing like a fledgling swallow eagerly awaiting its prey.
"I'm going in, sister!" I whispered in Sister Lan's ear, kissing her lips.
"Mmm—uh," Sister Lan answered me with a heavy nasal sound, her eyes closing even tighter, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
I thrust my hips forward, and my penis slid up the already wet little hole, half of it going in.
"Mmm—" Sister Lan and I both groaned softly. No matter how ambiguous or alluring the foreplay had been, only the moment of actual penetration was true pleasure. The tight contact of flesh against flesh, the mingling of bodily fluids, the envelopment and the squeezing, were the source of pleasure.
Sister Lan let out a soft cry, opened her eyes, and our eyes met. I saw not only lust, but also the radiance of trust and love. I slowly kissed her lips, drawing her tongue into my mouth. We didn't engage in a passionate kiss, just a tender, slow kiss, the exchange of saliva, the warmth and alluring wetness of our tongues creating a feeling of tenderness that flowed through our hearts.
But then, I was overwhelmed by endless turmoil. Before, I had only ever seen Lan as an object for my desires. I knew she loved me, but I always felt that our relationship was more about lust than love; it was more about physical needs. If I had to choose between her and my mother, I would choose my mother without hesitation.
But now, after everything that happened with Lan last night and this morning, I suddenly couldn't control my feelings for her. Which was more important, her or my mother? I would never give up my mother, but could I really give up this gentle woman who was so devoted to me? This contradiction
made me bitter. Lan seemed to notice my distraction, slowly pulling away from my lips, staring intently at me, completely oblivious to the trace of saliva between us, reflecting the gleam of desire.
Looking at her flushed face and slightly parted red lips, I completely forgot about the question of what was more important. Now that I was inside Sister Lan's body, I belonged to her!
Seeing her questioning gaze, I didn't explain, but simply whispered, "I'm going in!" "Mmm, uh—" Sister Lan nodded shyly, and then we both lowered our heads. I slowly guided my penis into Sister Lan's paradise, and we gazed at each other as our bodies slowly merged into one.
At that moment, I felt it was a sacred ritual. As my engorged penis was slowly "eaten" inch by inch by her wet little mouth, not a single lewd thought crossed my mind. It was as if we had always been together, and this was simply a return to our origins.
Until I was completely inside, my glans touched a soft spot, that sensitive little fleshy ball, which shyly shrank back when I touched it.
"Ah—" Sister Lan let out a soft moan.
Then only long, deep breaths remained.
Neither of us moved, enjoying the automatic contractions of Lan Jie's vaginal walls, my entire penis being assaulted by waves of pleasure. Perhaps because the foreplay had been too long, I was actually aroused by this tender pleasure and felt an urge to ejaculate. I quickly held back, knowing I couldn't delay any longer, and began to work hard.
Lan Jie probably didn't expect me to suddenly exert so much force, and was directly hit by my thrust, making her cry out "Oh!" before lowering her head in embarrassment.
Each time, I pulled my penis all the way out, paused for a second or two to recover from the pleasure, and then plunged it all the way in again. It was as if we had a tacit understanding; we didn't need to look at each other anymore. We just gazed at each other, kissing occasionally.
I could feel Lan's love juice flowing from our point of contact down to my inner thighs, wet and sticky, which didn't make me uncomfortable, but instead intensified my desire.
"Ah—ah—ah—" Lan moaned softly with each deep thrust.
Her body moved in sync with my upward thrusts, pounding downwards with all her might.
"Lan, it feels so good! Every time I do it with you, it feels so good!" My penis swelled up from her love juice, then was squeezed tightly inwards by her soft walls—it was an unparalleled pleasure.
"Brother, brother feels good, that's all that matters! Sister, sister wants to make brother, make brother feel good to the fullest!
I, I want you to remember me forever, forever, Sister Lan! Remember my lips, my breasts, my pussy!" Lan was also deeply moved, murmuring incessantly.
"Sister, I really want to soak inside you for a lifetime! Just keep being inside you like this, okay?" "Okay, okay! Sister likes it too, likes it when her little brother is inside her! We, we'll be like this, together forever, never, never apart! We can, we can do it anytime, anywhere!
Ah—I've touched your flower again! It's so sour, so sour!" "Sister, I want to fuck you all the time! I want to take a bath while I'm inside you. And then eat while I'm inside you! I want to stay inside you forever!" "Okay, okay, okay! Sister will do whatever you say, we'll take a bath together, and drink from the same cup. Sister..." "Sister is yours for life! What do you want me to do? I'll do it for you! It feels so good, so good! Being with you, brother, makes me feel like I haven't been a woman in vain! Ah—" "Brother loves to mess with you, wants to fuck your pussy raw, sister, sister, are you willing?" "Come on, come on! I'm yours, I'm completely yours! You want me, you want to fuck my pussy, I'll give it to you! Ah—it's coming, it's coming! Ah—I'm dying!" Sister Lan shouted, arching her body, and a stream of hot, sticky fluid gushed out from her flower core, hitting my glans right where it was pressed against her flower core.
The hot flow seemed to want to drill into my glans, and I felt a chill run through my body, unable to hold back any longer!
"Sister, sister, I, I'm coming too!" As he spoke, he pressed his penis firmly against Lan Jie's tender clitoris, vigorously rubbing the slippery clitoris with the glans. The clitoris, like a small mouth, couldn't withstand the ravaging and instead "bite" at my glans. My urethral opening widened, releasing countless offspring… "Ah—so hot, so scalding! It's coming, it's coming again! I'm in heaven again!" Lan Jie cried out, arching her body again. Her clitoris released more pleasurable fluid, colliding violently with my second, third… waves of desire. Lan Jie and I both let out a muffled groan. Then we embraced tightly, savoring the afterglow of our climax.
Holding Lan Jie's still slightly trembling body, I suddenly thought of my mother. Last night I held her like this, and we spent such a joyful night together. And now, I was inside someone else's body, venting all my lust… I suddenly felt utterly disheartened. I helped Lan Jie onto the bed and watched her slowly drift off to sleep. I went into the bathroom and washed myself. I washed away the desire and the faint fishy smell, but the uncertainty about the future in my mind drove me almost to madness.
I couldn't explain to these two women who loved me so deeply why I had fallen in love with another woman, why I couldn't distinguish between them.
I don't know how I got home.
I collapsed onto the bed, my mind filled with images of my mother and Sister Lan, making it impossible for me to fall asleep!
I drifted in and out of sleep for what felt like an eternity when the phone rang.
"Hello?" "This is your mom!" "Ah—I didn't look at the caller ID!" "Yes. I forgive you, son!" "What is it, Mom?" "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" Hearing my mother's wifely question, my heart instantly filled with satisfaction and joy.
"Yes, I'll be right there!" I answered almost immediately.
(VII)
Although a light drizzle started in the evening, I quickly got up after receiving my mother's call. I washed up, changed into clean new clothes, and braved the light rain to take a taxi to my mother's place.
"Young man, in such a hurry, going to see your girlfriend?" the middle-aged driver asked with a smile, seemingly noticing my barely concealed joy.
His question made me blush instantly, and I stammered, unable to speak. The driver didn't press further and drove off with peace of mind.
The taxi sped along, and before I could even decide whether to hug or kiss my mother after seeing her, I had already arrived at her apartment complex.
The rain was getting heavier, and there were few people on the street. The few I did see were all hurrying along, and I jogged to my mother's building.
A middle-aged woman was returning from buying groceries and rushed upstairs. I recognized her as one of the gossipy women from earlier, but my current joy prevented me from feeling any ill will towards her.
I acted like an ordinary man coming home from work. I knocked, entered, and changed my shoes. My mother gently took the umbrella from my hand.
"You didn't get wet, did you?" she asked gently.
"No, I didn't," I replied naturally. Suddenly, I realized how ridiculous my earlier debate about whether to hug her or kiss her first was. We were like a couple who had been married for many years, so natural and in sync.
I suddenly thought that having a woman cooking at home like this, having a door always waiting to be opened for you, was such a warm and happy thing.
My mother, wearing a white nightgown and a baggy apron, was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food wafted out from time to time. I couldn't resist, so I stood up, walked behind her, and gently put my arm around her slender waist.
"What are you doing? Can't you see Mom is cooking?" my mother asked with a smile, continuing to work on the dishes in the pot without turning her head.
"It's just that seeing Mom like this makes me so happy, it feels a little unreal!" I said playfully, whispering in her ear.
"I'll make it for you every day from now on, no matter how unreal it is!" My mother leaned back against me, nestled in my arms. "I'm just afraid that you'll find a wife and then despise your old mother!" "How could that be, Mom? You're my good wife! I'll be with you for life!" I said emotionally.
"No!" My mother suddenly raised her voice, turned around, and stared straight into my eyes. "Son, whatever you want with me now, I'll agree to! But you have to know, we're still mother and son. We can't really be together forever! You'll definitely find a wife, a woman who can truly be with you for life and love you for life!" "Mom—" Hearing her words, I felt a tightness in my chest, not only because I was moved by my mother's selfless concern for me, but also because I resented the twenty years that had stood between us.
"Son, don't say anything more! This is the result of my thinking all night. But don't be sad, at least for now, I'm still your lover, your little wife!" As if comforting me, my mother gently kissed my lips.
"Mom—I want to…" I hurriedly tried to argue.
"Enough! Do you think I want to? What woman doesn't want to be with the man she loves forever? But you have to know that there's a twenty-year age gap between us! If I don't find you a woman who can truly stay with you until you grow old, how can I go in peace?" My mother interrupted me harshly.
Then she turned away again, muttering softly, "No matter what happens in the future, my heart is always with you. I don't ask for anything, I just hope you're doing well. I'll be content if you can come back to see me from time to time, think of me, and that's enough for me!" "Mom—I—" My throat tightened; I knew my mother was crying again, but I didn't know how to comfort her. A feeling of helplessness washed over me.
"Son, I understand! I understand!" My mother quietly wiped her eyes, turned around, and patted my shoulder.
She gently kissed my lips, as if comforting me, and also as if comforting herself.
I chased after my mother's lips as she pulled away after the kiss. I greedily savored their softness, and longed for the motherly scent they carried.
Seeing my pouty, lecherous face, my mother chuckled, the joy in her eyes dispelling her previous gloom. Then she closed her eyes slightly, raised her head again, and met my open mouth.
The moment I touched her soft, warm lips, I couldn't wait to suck them in, drawing her cherry-like mouth completely inside. Then, I recklessly thrust my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm—humph," my mother let out a deep groan, seemingly completely unprepared for my eagerness. After a moment of hesitation, she shyly parted her pearly teeth, letting my large snake enter her depths. Then, a slippery little snake shyly coiled around me.
As the two softest, slippery pieces of flesh intertwined, I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my body. Although I had already shared a night of pleasure with my mother, this pure emotional connection still made my heart tremble.
At that moment, I was a child, my rough tongue foolishly following the guidance of my mother's nimble little tongue, exploring every nook and cranny of her warm, wet mouth.
Our lips met, and soon my mother began to breathe heavily, making muffled "ooh ooh ooh ooh" sounds.
Hearing her soft, shy moans, my hands became restless. One hand slid down her waist, slowly covering her full buttocks, gently kneading them; the other hand climbed her breasts. Perhaps because of our intimate encounter, my mother had changed out of her thick, traditional bra. Although her current bra was hidden under her pajamas, its soft texture made me irresistibly tease the nipples. "
Mmm—" My mother clearly sensed my touch and blinked instinctively. With her lips still tightly entwined with mine, she murmured, "No, no! The vegetables are still there, still cooking, cooking—oh—" My right hand, through her pajamas and bra, pinched her soft yet firm nipple, interrupting her murmurs with a soft moan. Then, her once-docile little cherries immediately raised their heads in protest. Even through her pajamas and bra, their firmness was easily felt.
I chuckled and gently touched them, which made my mother shyly squirm restlessly in my arms, her little tongue licking mine vigorously, as if trying to distract me from my excessive focus on her chest.
Little did she know that as she squirmed, her white breasts brushed against my chest, giving me even greater stimulation. How could I possibly let her go? My right hand temporarily left her chest, but instead slipped directly under her pajamas. When my hand touched her thin, pure cotton bra, my mother's eyes widened instantly, and the skin my right hand touched reflexively broke out in goosebumps.
Looking at her adorable wide-eyed expression, I found it amusing, and with a suck on her tender tongue, I shifted the battlefield to "my own territory." My mother didn't react to my actions with her mouth, because at the same time, my right hand had already pushed up her bra, beginning to revel in its intoxicating softness.
"Mmm—uh—" My mother made a heavy nasal sound, accusing me of squeezing and endlessly circling her soft breasts. But soon, her protest seemed to be crushed and broken by me, turning into heavy breathing that filled the ambiguous air.
We were immersed in the intimacy of skin and tongue, unable to extricate ourselves, and time seemed to become unimportant.
Until, "Ah! The food is burnt!" My mother exaggeratedly pulled away from my body.
"It's all your fault!" My mother scolded while cleaning up the mess of pots and pans. "You ruined my cooking, and now look what happened, the whole dish is gone!" "Hmm." Not hearing any reaction from me, my mother turned around in confusion. She found me staring at her neckline. She lowered her head, and the blush that had just faded immediately returned. It turned out that the bra I had pushed up earlier had pushed up her neckline, creating a bulge the size of her breasts in her clothes.
"You, you, you—" My mother was so embarrassed she couldn't speak, and hurriedly tried to adjust her ample bosom. But without taking off her nightgown, putting the bra back in its original position was clearly a big problem for a woman with such large breasts as my mother.
Watching her flustered state, I found it hard to believe that my dignified and virtuous mother would one day act like a little girl in front of me.
"Let me help you!" I said, slipping my hands under the hem of her nightgown.
Perhaps my serious expression moved her, or perhaps my hands not touching her breasts gained her trust. My mother obediently moved her hands away, letting me do as I pleased.
I didn't disappoint her; one hand "seriously" adjusted her bra, but my right hand reached behind her back. I unhooked it, and my "serious" left hand suddenly pulled my mother's bra out from under the hem of her nightgown.
"Oh! What are you doing?" My mother instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
I laughed as I watched her, despite being in her pajamas, instinctively cover her chest in fright. Right in front of her, I turned the light blue cotton bra I'd just tricked her into giving me inside out. The bra's inner layer still retained my mother's body heat, a comforting warmth.
I pulled out my penis, which had been rock hard during our kiss but was now slightly bent. Sure enough, as I expected, the glans had secreted a large amount of clear fluid, which I brazenly smeared all over the cups.
"Mom, let me put it on for you!" Only then did my mother realize what "naughty" I was about to do. She blushed, fidgeting and refusing to comply.
"Mom—I'm hungry, hurry up and put it on, let's cook!" I pleaded.
"You! So many naughty ideas, always bullying your mother!" Hearing that I was hungry, my mother shook her head, smiling wryly, and stopped struggling. She let me put the "treated" bra on her, then hurriedly pushed me out of the kitchen to continue her battle with the pots and pans.
Feeling smug and self-satisfied, I sat at the table. Watching my mother's busy figure, my mind went completely blank. I didn't think about anything, and I didn't need to think about anything. I felt
incredibly relaxed! The dishes were quickly prepared—a simple three-dish meal with soup. My mother and I ate with great pleasure, constantly passing food to each other and engaging in sweet little gestures.
But then, a rapid knocking interrupted our sweet moment.
My mother and I put down our chopsticks, and I looked up at her.
"It's so late, it can't be my friend," my mother explained, getting up to open the door.
"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" I heard my mother's polite question and stood up as well.
"Little...little brother. Is...is that you?" The voice trembled, so weak it was hard to believe.
"Lan...Sister Lan!" I was struck dumb, frozen in place.
"You two know each other?" My mother looked at me suspiciously and took a step back. "Since you know each other, come in!" "Lan...Sister Lan, what happened to you?" I exclaimed, looking at Sister Lan who had entered blankly.
She was completely soaked, her black hair clinging wetly to her face, and her clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her graceful figure.
Without thinking, I pulled her inside, took off my coat, and started drying her.
Sister Lan stood there like a log, motionless, letting me wipe her wet hair and cheeks with my not-so-absorbent clothes.
"Son, here's a towel. Use this to dry her off," my mother said, tidying the doorway and bringing a new towel from the bathroom.
"Oh, okay," I replied blankly, taking the towel from my mother. Looking at her suspicious gaze, I felt a headache coming on. But Sister Lan was standing there completely drenched, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and dry the dazed girl off first.
"Is this it?" Sister Lan stiffly pushed me away and walked into the living room, turning around and looking back repeatedly. "Is it here? Is it here?" "Lan, Sister Lan, what's wrong?" I asked loudly, startled by her dazed expression.
"Son, son, your friend..." My mother, who had quietly hidden behind me, asked in a low voice.
"It's here, it's here!" Sister Lan suddenly turned around, staring intently at me. "You spent the night here last night?" she asked softly, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the rain.
"..." Her question was too sharp for me to answer. My mother seemed to realize something, her cheeks suddenly flushing red.
"So, so it really is?" she said slowly, her voice barely audible. Then, as if all her strength had left her, she slowly slumped to the ground.
"Lan..." "Who are you? What is your relationship with my son?" My mother interrupted me directly.
"You ask me who I am?" Sister Lan jumped up like a cat whose foot had been pricked, screaming hysterically.
"Yes, yes! Who am I? What am I?" she muttered to herself. "I'm just a worthless woman who's been abandoned. Instead of staying in the rain, I shamelessly ran up here, begging to see my man one more time. I'm utterly despicable!" "Wait, Sister Lan!" I grabbed Sister Lan, who was stumbling and about to leave.
"Little...little brother," Sister Lan turned around, her eyes brimming with tears. "You...you're willing to come with me?" "Huh? What?" I was taken aback by her suggestion.
"You...you still love your mother after all!" Sister Lan emphasized the word "mother," making me blush deeply. "Since you love her, then stay with her. Why are you bothering with this worthless woman like me?" "..." Sister Lan's sudden retort left me speechless, and I could only remain silent. But I didn't dare let go. Seeing how Sister Lan looked this morning, how could I let her walk out of that door alone?
"Wait a minute, why are you going out in the rain looking like this?" My mother seemed to have noticed something, looking at me with a complicated expression as she picked up the towel that Sister Lan had thrown on the ground, intending to dry my mother off.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Sister Lan, seeing my mother, was like an enraged lioness, shoving her away furiously.
My mother stumbled and fell, but luckily grabbed a chair to steady herself.
"What, what are you doing?" Seeing Sister Lan treat my mother like this, I felt a surge of anger rush to my head and pulled her back.
"What am I doing?" Sister Lan cried. "You ask me what I'm doing? This woman is supposed to be your mother, but you know what you've done!" "I, we didn't do anything..." I stammered, looking at my mother's flushed face.
"Really? You really think you can fool me?" Sister Lan gently shook her head. "Do you know that every woman smells different? If you were with her, with her... then how come you smell like a woman other than me?" "Do you know how I feel when I smell other women? My heart is bleeding! Do you know that when I talked about that man this morning, I was actually begging to keep you here?" Sister Lan's tears finally turned from individual drops into a long river. "You don't understand, you don't understand anything! You'll never know how
I felt when I saw you answer the phone and rush out! You'll never know how I felt downstairs, in the rain, looking at this room, at the warm light in this room!" "Sister Lan." Listening to her sobs, I felt a void in my heart.
"Little brother." Sister Lan called softly, then threw herself into my arms tightly. "Do you know how much I love you? I can't live without you!" "I know, I know!" At this moment, I couldn't care less about my mother and hurriedly answered.
"Then come with me, let's go together! Let's go now!" "Ah, let's go now!" "Why are you still not leaving?" Sister Lan raised her head, staring into my eyes. "Even if I'm like this, begging you with all my dignity gone, can't I still move you?" "But, but, she's my mother, I, I can't just abandon her like this!" I could feel Sister Lan's eyes dimming, and the relief in my mother's eyes.
"Okay, okay, okay!" I don't know if she was talking to me or someone else, but after saying that, she suddenly left my embrace and was about to leave.
"Sister Lan, don't go!" I don't know why I shouted it out. It had already been made so clear, I could never abandon my mother. But for some reason, I was terrified that Sister Lan would leave like this, even more terrified that I would never see her again. Was it simply because she was my first woman?
"Little brother," Sister Lan turned around, looked at me, then turned away to look at my mother, and finally said in a trembling voice, "Little, little brother! Sister, sister knows, sister knows you like taboos! As long as, as long as you are willing, willing to go back with sister.
From now on, when we are together, I can call you 'son,' and you can, you can call me 'Mom'—!" "Enough!" My mother suddenly stood up from the side. "I don't care who you are! I will not agree to you dating my son!" "Mom—" Seeing my mother's sudden anger, I was a little at a loss.
"You—you!" Sister Lan was interrupted by my mother's shout, staring blankly at my mother, unable to speak.
"What about me?" My mother also stared directly at Sister Lan, not backing down, completely changing her previous virtuous and quiet womanly demeanor.
"Before I became his wife, I was first and foremost his mother. I will never allow my son to marry a woman who is almost old enough to be his mother!" my mother shouted.
"You, you—" Sister Lan hesitated, turned around, looked at me, and finally clenched her fist. She yelled, "You shameless woman! You even seduce your own son! This is incest, do you know that! Have you no shame, you whore!" "Sister Lan! What are you saying!" Hearing her insults and humiliation of my mother, she became furious and shouted angrily.
"Son, son! Wait!" My mother grabbed me, then looked at Sister Lan, composed herself, and slowly said, "Yes, I did have sex with my son, so what?" "You, you—you have no shame!" Sister Lan's eyes widened, clearly not expecting my mother to admit it so directly.
"Mom—" I looked at her with some worry, wondering what she was planning.
"It's alright," my mother patted my hand reassuringly, then continued slowly to the stunned Lan Jie, "From the moment I accepted him and let him into me, I stopped caring about any of this, because at that moment, I already bore the blame and humiliation of everyone in the world." "But my son didn't disappoint me." My mother looked at me kindly again, her face full of sacred maternal love, so sublime that I could only look up to her, "When he entered my body, I felt so full, it was a feeling different from that of ordinary men and women, just thinking about his penis penetrating my vagina made me so wet that my thighs were wet!" My mother said these things in front of me, things she wouldn't even say when it was just the two of us being intimate, which moved me and excited me. My penis was also hard because of my mother's words. I couldn't help but slowly walk behind my mother, hug her from behind, put my hands under her armpits, and placed them on her large breasts, slowly drawing circles.
"Mmm, uh—" Mom groaned softly, her hands covering my hands that were on her chest, slowly circling her large breasts in rhythm with my movements.
"You, you know—oh," Mom groaned softly, interrupting herself. "When we were together, it was so full, so hot, and in that instant I reached the edge of orgasm! At that moment I knew that I had come into this world for him, for my son, for being so closely connected with him! This is the value and meaning of my life!" "You, you—" Sister Lan pointed at her mother, stammering, unable to speak. She clearly hadn't expected her mother to be so direct.
"Ah, uh—son!" Mom said, slowly turning to me, taking off her nightgown to reveal a large expanse of smooth breasts and her slender neck. Hearing her call, I, like a bull in heat, began to nudge her breasts wildly.
"Ah—son, you're so strong! Harder, kiss Mommy, kiss Mommy's boobs!" My mother said, wrapping her body around me, her lower abdomen thrusting wildly against my genitals. "Mommy wants you to ejaculate inside Mommy, son! Mommy wants you to fill Mommy's womb, to scald Mommy's flower! Oh—it's so itchy, Mommy's little sister is so itchy!" "Mom, Mommy!" I looked up at her. Today, my mother was so different from usual. Although I liked her boldness and unrestraint, seeing her so different from her usual self, I was still a little worried for her.
"Son, kiss me! Kiss my lower body! It's so itchy, Mommy is so itchy!" My mother moaned passionately, gesturing towards Sister Lan towards me.
I immediately understood, and my heart was filled with joy. I quickly squatted down, lifted my mother's wide nightgown, and put my head inside.
My mother's panties were already soaked. The white cotton panties revealed clumps of pubic hair, all stuck to the fabric, creating an undeniably lewd scene.
"Oh—" I gently licked, and even through the panties, my mother groaned. Her hands, through her pajamas, pressed my head firmly against her panties.
"Sister Lan, Sister Lan!" I knew victory or defeat hinged on this moment, and called out softly.
"Hmm," Sister Lan's voice came from behind, somewhat hoarse, unable to conceal her heavy breathing.
"Lick it for me! It's so swollen, so hard!" I slowly tempted her.
Sister Lan didn't answer, but after a moment, I felt my pants being pulled down to my knees.
"Uh—" My mother and I almost simultaneously let out primal growls from deep within our throats. I could feel my erection entering a warm, moist place, a wet, slippery little tongue already wrapped around it. A surge of intense pleasure sent a jolt through me. I parted my mother's wet panties, straightened my tongue, and thrust it deep inside, eliciting a groan from her.
"Lan, Sister Lan!" I whispered devilishly, teasing my mother's parted labia, "Take off your clothes! Sister Lan, don't wear these clothes anymore, they're all wet. Take them off quickly, or you'll get sick!" "Uh, um—" Sister Lan, like a bewitched witch, slowly released my penis. The pleasure receded like a tide, and I quickly stood up, almost roughly tearing off my mother's nightgown, leaving only her beautiful bra and her already wet panties, which I had pushed aside. Her dark pubic hair, barely concealed, was curly and glistening with moisture, her "little mouth" wide open, panting heavily.
"Ah—oh—" Mother groaned unconsciously, leaning against the wall behind her to keep from falling. I quickly stripped off my clothes; my already wet penis, licked by Sister Lan, swelled even more upon seeing Mother's smooth, naked body, throbbing and eager to strike.
I pounced, slamming Mother against the wall from the front. "Oh—" Mother groaned instinctively as I pressed her down.
I cupped her large breasts in my hands, circling them through her bra, my erection thrusting against her lower abdomen. Mother's waist seemed to come alive, twisting and turning incessantly. Accompanying my relentless thrusts, she used her small, cute belly button to encircle the tip of my throbbing glans, rubbing it against it.
The clear liquid overflowing from my penis smeared a layer of moisture onto my mother's belly button. "Mommy, your belly button is wet!" I whispered in her ear, rubbing her soft breasts as I leaned on her shoulder. My penis pressed against her already wet belly, occasionally slipping into her slippery belly button.
"Oh—you little rascal!" My mother responded to my teasing with seductive eyes. "This time, Mommy will give you, give you, give you Lan, Lan-jie! No, no more, no more! Ah—it itches, it itches! I want, Mommy wants!" My mother was so generous. It turned out that her bold actions before were all just to keep Lan-jie.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I kissed my mother deeply. When I released her, her little tongue lingered, and a thin strand of saliva connected us, an indescribably lewd scene.
"Ugh—" A muffled sound escaped my throat as a soft, damp body trembled against my back. Sister Lan's body, chilled by the rain, sent shivers down my spine, but her large breasts rubbed against my back relentlessly, the two small protrusions so firm, sliding restlessly against my back muscles, igniting a burning desire within me.
"Sister Lan, your sister and your husband both want it, aren't you going to do something?" "Sister—Sister!" Sister Lan paused, then reacted, too excited to speak. "Little sister, little sister will serve you right away, husband will feel good!" As she spoke, Sister Lan's small hands moved from front to back, caressing my mother's and my genitals.
My penis, gently grasped by a slightly cold, stiff hand, jolted, then swelled even more, bouncing a few times in that small hand, displaying my masculine prowess.
Sister Lan's trembling hand grasped my erection again, this time with such force that it hurt. Her body stopped writhing and pressed tightly against mine, her large breasts pressing so hard that my back muscles ached from the pressure of her nipples.
"Husband, husband—sister, she agrees to our relationship too. From now on, Lin Lan is yours, your little wife!" Sister Lan whispered in my ear, her tone filled with the joy and shyness of a young wife.
After saying that, she seemed to completely let go, holding my small hand, which grew hotter and softer. Finally, she began to stroke me vigorously, moaning "husband, husband—" incessantly. It was hard to believe that she could pronounce "husband" in so many different tones, each one so alluring. She
would occasionally tap my large glans with her index finger, while her thumb slowly rubbed my urethral opening. My urethral opening was constantly wet from her rubbing, both sore and numb, and the pleasure from her continuous stroking spread to every corner of my body.
I hastily kissed my mother's lips to release the overflowing pleasure in my heart. My mother seemed somewhat dazed because of my constant caressing of her breasts. Her bright eyes seemed to be about to overflow with tears, her soft lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing heavily. A trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, drop by drop, onto her tender white breasts.
I covered my mother's small mouth with my large mouth, and with a gentle suck, my mother's little snake obediently slithered into my large mouth, bringing with it her sweet saliva. Without any hesitation, I swallowed it all, my large tongue entwining with my mother's wet little tongue. She only subconsciously responded to me, softly and weakly licking back and forth in my mouth.
"Mmm—" My mother's body suddenly arched, and she subconsciously hummed. I quickly lowered my head, and my mother's small mouth, having left mine, immediately came to meet mine. After searching around and not finding my large mouth, she instinctively began kissing and licking my neck wildly, her saliva flowing down my shoulders and chest. My mother, so delicate and tender, ignited my desire.
But the sight below me was even more irresistible. It turned out that Sister Lan's other hand was already caressing my mother's vulva. Women truly understand a woman's body better. Sister Lan's index and ring fingers spread open my mother's labia, her middle finger fully inserted into the wet opening, her thumb gently or firmly rubbing and kneading my mother's clitoris, her little finger caressing my mother's swollen labia.
Sister Lan's skillful hand made my mother writhe and utter meaningless murmurs. Sister Lan's middle finger probed and prodded everywhere in her honeyed opening, splashing water everywhere, releasing a faint, fishy scent. Only then did I realize that we were enveloped in a faint, fishy smell, a faint fishy, burning tantalizing aroma that fueled our inner fire.
"Son, son! I want—" "Mommy wants, wants you—" "Husband, is it comfortable, sister? Is it good?" "Comfortable, more, more comfortable! Good, so hot, so itchy—son, son, faster, faster, faster, Mommy, Mommy is so itchy—" Hearing my mother's subconscious moans, coupled with Sister Lan's constant rubbing and teasing, what other reaction could I possibly have? Almost wildly, I pulled out Sister Lan's wet little hand, bringing out streams of my mother's sticky fluid. Accompanied by my mother's ecstatic murmurs, I thrust in hard!
"Uh, ah—" My mother's voice was so long, as if she had come back to life.
"Son, son, is it, is it you?" Feeling the wetness and tightness inside my mother's body, my heart trembled. Every time I entered my mother, I felt so warm. I could feel not only my mother's hot, tender flesh enveloping me, but also that warmth, that boundless maternal love, entwining my throbbing penis. The joy and fulfillment of the soul is far more moving than physical pleasure.
"Mom, uh—" I slowly thrust in and out of my mother's body while licking her earlobe. "Mom, your pussy is so warm! So much juice! I love it, I love fucking Mom's tight pussy!" Sister Lan's hands, which were tightly gripping my penis, moved to my scrotum the moment I entered. With the rhythm of my thrusts inside my mother's body, she occasionally kneaded my testicles, making me feel like I was flying to heaven. "Mmm
, mmm, oh mmm," my mother heard my words and made some unclear syllables in her throat, thrusting her waist even harder, actively using her wet pussy to tease my penis.
I felt that every time I called my mother "Mom," her pussy would frantically eat my penis, as if it wanted to bite it off and swallow it.
"Mom, Mom—your little sister is eating me, ah—so hard! She, she's going to bite me off! So much juice, Mom, you're leaking so much juice!" I kept stimulating my mother with lewd words.
"No—son, son, no, stop! Mom, Mom can't take it anymore!" My mother leaned on my shoulder, her soft breasts pressed weakly against my bare chest, squeezed into two fleshy mounds.
I knew she was close to climaxing, her words contradicting her true feelings. I quickly wrapped my arms tightly around her lower back, thrusting my hips repeatedly, pushing my erection deeper, wetter, and hotter inside her.
"Ah—husband, husband! Me too, Lan, Lanlan wants it too!" Lan was like a kitten in heat, her small hands scratching at my back, her wet tongue licking the back of my neck, the warm saliva and the undulating waves of her breasts pushing me to thrust even harder.
I used the momentum of Lan's thrusting breasts to keep penetrating my mother's body.
"Mmm, ahh, oh—" My mother's hands flailing wildly, her body trembling violently. Finally, she bit down hard on my shoulder.
I knew my mother had reached the edge of ecstasy, so I thrust my hips even faster, gripping her breasts tightly with both hands, kneading her soft mounds as if trying to nail her to the wall. My mother's small hands dug into the wall, her knuckles turning white from the force.
"Lan, Lan-jie, help, help your sister!" I cried, enduring the pain of my mother biting me until I drew blood, while calling for Lan-jie, who was already aroused and whose legs were soaked with her juices, to help.
"Mmm—" Lan-jie moaned softly, like a kitten in heat. She used one hand to touch my mother's vulva, which I had just penetrated and was now frothing with. Lan-jie moistened her fingers with the slippery, fishy fluid at the entrance of my mother's vulva, then stroked my mother's swollen clitoris.
Without me even realizing how much Lan-jie massaged it, my mother began to tremble violently. Her mouth released my shoulder, and she murmured intermittently, "Hehe." But her vagina felt like it was on fire, so hot that my penis throbbed uncontrollably. The soft, tender flesh around it gripped my penis like waves.
The sudden tightening of her honeyed cave meant that my deeply inserted penis couldn't be pulled out in time; her delicate flower core bit down on the swollen glans. A stream of hot, warm fluid shot onto my open urethral opening, a tingling, numbing sensation instantly washing over me.
My penis was about to ejaculate when suddenly a soft, delicate hand grasped the base of my penis, forcefully stopping the gushing semen. My penis trembled a few times, but not a single drop of fluid came out.
"Yes, husband, husband!" Sister Lan whispered as she knelt down. With her small hand, which was tightly gripping my penis, she pulled my still-erect penis out of my mother's slowly loosening vagina, bringing with it a large gush of wet, slippery fluid that smudged her dark pubic hair, making it sticky and white.
The faint fishy smell grew stronger... Sister Lan didn't even look at my filthy penis, and directly shoved it into her mouth. She ate it with "mmm" sounds, licking my thick shaft and occasionally lightly biting the swollen, purple glans. My desire, which had been somewhat subsiding, burned again.
"H-husband! Lanlan, Lanlan wants it—it's so itchy, so itchy! Husband, quick, quick, stop Lanlan's itch! Lanlan, Lanlan is uncomfortable—" Sister Lan hugged my thigh, eating my huge penis while letting out seductive moans.
While I could still control my body, I quickly and gently laid my mother's limp body on the ground. My mother seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, frowning slightly, but offering no further resistance.
Seeing that my mother was alright, I turned around. I pulled out my still-unreleased penis, which drew Lan Jie's mouth all the way over, her little tongue lolling out, drool dripping all over the floor like a hungry puppy.
"Get down!" I commanded in a hoarse voice.
Lan Jie seemed to understand what I was going to do, obediently getting down and sticking out her plump, white buttocks. Her vulva was dripping with sticky fluid, and her pubic hair was damp and matted together. Like a male dog, I crawled on her back, my erect penis rubbing against her entrance a few times before sliding in. Lan Jie's vulva was so wet!
"Oh—so good!" Sister Lan groaned softly. Her large buttocks and slender waist swayed incessantly, responding to my thrusts. Having just had a fierce battle with my mother, I soon felt exhausted. Although my penis was still vigorously thrusting inside Sister Lan, I had no strength left in my waist. Sister Lan seemed to notice my exhaustion and began to move even more forcefully.
Seeing that she was enjoying herself, I simply lay down and rested my head on my mother's soft, white breasts. The fine beads of sweat that were originally on my mother's body merged with the hot sweat on my hair, dripping onto the messy floor.
"Sister Lan, Sister Lan, do it yourself, I, I, I have no strength left!" I said, and Sister Lan consciously sat on top of me.
I only saw my penis being swallowed inch by inch by Sister Lan's wide-open vagina, and then I closed my eyes, slowly enjoying the pleasure that Sister Lan was giving me.
Only the occasional, unconscious thrusting of my waist made Sister Lan moan with pleasure.
I truly admire those who can handle multiple women; I must persevere in my training and emulate them. Lying there, my mind wandered aimlessly.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my climax, and streams of hot semen shot relentlessly into Sister Lan's depths. Then, a similarly scalding ejaculate gave my penis a refreshing hot bath.
The intense pleasure slightly jolted me awake, and I pulled the limp and weak Sister Lan into my arms. Then, I was swept away by endless exhaustion and fell asleep.
The next day, when I woke up, I found myself dressed in my pajamas, lying on my mother's soft, spacious bed.
I quickly threw off the covers and went to the living room; everything was neatly arranged, as if nothing had happened.
Was it all a dream? I wondered.
"Son, get up," my mother's voice came from the kitchen.
"Honey, breakfast is ready for you!" Sister Lan's happy voice followed.
"It's not a dream!" I muttered to myself, beaming with joy.
"Mom—" I shouted excitedly as I rushed into the kitchen and gave my mother a deep good morning kiss. Then, under my mother's blissful gaze, I gave Sister Lan a long, wet kiss.
Sister Lan glanced at my mother shyly, like a little wife, before hurriedly clearing away the dishes.
"Mom—I'm so happy," I said, hugging my mother and acting coquettishly.
"Don't make Mom do this kind of thing again next time!" my mother scolded.
"Mom—" "Son!" my mother interrupted me. "Your sister Lan and I have discussed it, and neither of us can marry you, so starting tomorrow, we're going to set you up on blind dates!" "Ah—" "What 'ah'? She's your sister Lan's distant niece, you go and try!" My mother finished speaking and, without letting me explain, pushed me out of the kitchen.
I wanted to ask Sister Lan what was going on, but she jumped away like a startled deer.
Unbeknownst to me, the two women I loved most had already developed such an intimate "partner" relationship, which made me both love and hate them!
(VIII)
I must say, Sister Lan's distant niece is a good girl. She is gentle, kind, and understanding.
Perhaps because she is Sister Lan's distant niece, she and Sister Lan look very similar in appearance. When we go out on dates together, I often see Sister Lan's shadow in her little gestures.
The charm she exudes is something that a girl her age should not have. She always looks at me with a slight frown, her eyes filled with a deep, unyielding sorrow, making her seem pitiful and endearing.
"How are things between you and Xin Xin?" My mother always likes to ask me this when I go to her place for dinner in the evening.
Every time, Sister Lan sits silently beside me, as if afraid of interfering with my judgment.
"Not bad!" I laugh it off as usual. In fact, deep down, Xin Xin is truly a woman worth marrying. Her kindness, virtue, and steadiness would definitely make her a qualified wife and mother.
But to give up my mother and Sister Lan to marry her is, in my opinion, completely impossible!
"Son, are you deliberately stalling for time?" This time, my mother didn't just laugh it off as usual; instead, she pressed me, who was engrossed in eating.
"Ah, no, no!" "Then this weekend, I'll take you to meet her parents! How about it?" "Huh?" My mother's words stunned me.
"What 'huh'? It's settled then!" My mother said without hesitation.
"Isn't that too fast?" I protested softly.
"This is fast? I wish you two would get married right away!" Sister Lan interjected, but then seemed to realize something and immediately stopped talking, lowering her head to eat.
I looked at my mother; she and Sister Lan were definitely hiding something from me, but neither of them would say anything. Facing these two most important women in my life, I could only shake my head helplessly and lower my head to eat.
My mother seemed satisfied with my reaction and sat down as well, eating her meal little by little. It
was the weekend, the weather was nice, and the temperature was pleasant, but my mood was a mix of emotions.
The coffee shop we had agreed to meet was right in front of me, but I didn't dare to take a step.
The thought of meeting my future mother-in-law soon sent a chill down my spine. And to have to express my love for another woman in front of my mother—the thought made me feel awful.
It wasn't until my mother called for the third time that I reluctantly and awkwardly entered the coffee shop.
But the scene inside shocked me.
Mother, it was Xin Xin and Sister Lan! It really was Sister Lan! Wasn't she supposed to be Xin Xin's family?
A strange premonition suddenly arose in my heart… “Ah—you're here!” Xin Xin stood up with a bright smile, then seemed to suddenly remember something, her face flushed as she sat down.
“Why did you lose control when you saw him?” my mother teased.
“Auntie, what are you saying! I, I just…” Xin Xin seemed completely unable to withstand her mother's teasing, gradually losing her composure.
“Hello! I'm Xin Xin's mother, my name is Lin Lan…” Sister Lan stood up politely, extending a hand.
“Ah!” My premonition had come true; Xin Xin really was Sister Lan's daughter, the Lin Xin she had mentioned before. I awkwardly reached out and gave her a perfunctory handshake.
What was going on? I'd been tricked by my mother and Sister Lan. If this went through, wouldn't my relationships with Sister Lan, Lin Xin, and my mother all be in chaos? But somehow, a perverse pleasure rose within me. I'd actually slept with my mother-in-law!
I felt my little brother about to rise, and I quickly tried to distract myself, not daring to think about it anymore.
"Xin'er, what do you think of this marriage? My son has no problem with it. He says he really likes you!" My mother was tirelessly promoting her son.
"Auntie, you, you—" Lin Xin's blush had been deepening ever since I arrived. "You talk to my mother! I'm going home!" After saying that, Lin Xin gave me a shy glance and fled.
Only after Lin Xin left the store did my mother pull me down to sit beside her.
"I never would have guessed my son was so charming! In just a few days, he's already captivated a perfectly nice young lady!" My mother teased, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Mom—" I stammered, both embarrassed and annoyed.
"Let's settle on the marriage then! Lanlan, what do you think?" My mother ignored me and continued discussing the matter with Lanlan.
"Husband," Sister Lan looked at me cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong.
"What, you're afraid he won't agree? I'm his mother, and I'll decide his marriage!" My mother seemed to be in a great mood, laughing as she said, "Besides, you're his precious Sister Lan, how could he bear to do anything to you?" "Sister!" Sister Lan said shyly, her expression exactly the same as Lin Xin's, who had just walked away.
I was like a spectator that day; before I even understood what was going on, the marriage was already arranged. It was in the middle of next month, on some auspicious day.
My mother and Sister Lan both seemed very happy, like two normal mothers. No one in the shop could tell that these two beautiful women were just my possessions.
The wedding day was very lively. Although not grand, all the relatives and friends were there, and the atmosphere was joyous.
He was also quite drunk, seemingly like an ordinary father celebrating his son's wedding, drunkenly toasting others and smiling more brightly than flowers. Suddenly, I felt my dislike for him lessen considerably. I didn't know if it was because I'd matured as a husband, or because I felt ashamed of having my mother all to myself… Xin'er was beautiful. Her pure white wedding dress made her look like a fairy from heaven, untouched by the mortal world. Two adorable dimples adorned her face, bringing a sense of warmth and intimacy to the entire ceremony.
The moment I put the ring on her finger, I suddenly felt like I'd grown up a lot. I kissed her smooth cheek, but my heart flew to my mother and Sister Lan. I'd never longed to kiss them like this before—not for sex, just simple kisses to express my love for them.
My mother and Sister Lan seemed to understand me perfectly; surrounded by a group of women, they secretly blew me two sweet kisses.
The wedding ended in the evening, and if you don't count the many drunkards, it was a successful conclusion.
The new house was large, with two guest rooms. As soon as Xin Xin got home, she complained about being sweaty and went to take a shower.
My mother and Sister Lan excused themselves later in the wedding, saying they couldn't hold their liquor, and hurriedly left. I still remember the shy look in Sister Lan's eyes as I turned back to leave after seeing them off at the hotel. Although she didn't say a word, I knew she had so much to say.
Standing in front of the guest room door, I hesitated. The sound of running water from Xin Xin's bathroom reminded me that tonight I was her groom.
But… "I'm just going to check on Mom's drunkenness, to see how serious it is!" I whispered to myself as I opened the door.
It wasn't locked; it opened easily.
"Honey, your sister's waiting for you inside!" As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sister Lan sitting at the table. She winked at me and gestured towards the room inside.
Seeing the sly smile on Sister Lan's lips, I suppressed my nervousness and excitement and went inside.
"Mom, Mom!" I was speechless with surprise.
"What is it, son?" My mother stood up, turned around, and said with a smile, "Do I look good?" "Yes, yes, I look good!" Looking at my mother in her wedding dress, I stammered, unable to speak.
My mother already had a great figure, and under such an elegant and refined wedding dress, she possessed a mature and intellectual beauty that surpassed Xin Xin's, making me dizzy.
"Then what are you waiting for?" My mother seemed pleased with my praise, gently embracing me and lightly kissing my lips. She whispered in my ear, "Tonight, Mom is your bride! Mom's first time is reserved especially for you!" "Mom—" Hearing her words, I excitedly groped her body.
"No—don't do this!" My mother seemed to use all her strength to pull away from my embrace. "Don't forget whose husband you are today!" "Mom," seeing my mother's resistant attitude, I really couldn't figure out what she wanted to do.
"Hurry up and take me, your sister Lan is still waiting outside!" My mother seemed to have noticed my confusion, slowly turning around, lying on the bed, and shyly lifting her wedding dress, revealing her naked lower body. Her
clean little chrysanthemum responded to my mother's inner tension, opening and closing. It was quite adorable.
"Then, then I, I'm coming! Mom, Mom." I said softly, my voice trembling.
"Mmm, mmm! Come on, come on!" My mother replied softly.
I took out my already rock-hard penis and pressed the swollen head against my mother's tender anus, slowly grinding it.
"Don't waste time, Xin Xin must be getting impatient!" my mother urged softly.
"Okay, okay!" I listened to my mother's words, and with a little force, the head of my penis went in. It seemed that my mother and Sister Lan had left early because they had come back to prepare, and she didn't seem to feel any discomfort. "Hehe," my mother
let out a soft groan.
Seeing that she seemed to be handling it with ease, I couldn't help but hug her slender waist and thrust in.
"Ah—" my mother cried out as if she had been pricked by a needle, "You, you, you! Quick, quick out! It hurts, it hurts so much!" "Mom, Mom!" I saw that she was covered in sweat in an instant, and tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes because of the pain. I panicked immediately and quickly pulled out my penis. Amidst my mother's soft hissing breaths, I saw the blood-stained glans.
"Mom—" I didn't know what to say, whether it was shame or pity, my chest tightening.
"Son, son!" My mother's hand trembled as she brushed my hair. "Mom, Mom can still hold on. Go to the outer room quickly, your sister Lan is waiting for you to deflower her!" "Mom, you know I don't care about these things!" Seeing my mother's pain, how could I bear to let Lan suffer again?
"No!" My mother interrupted me decisively. "If I don't deflower your sister Lan before Xin Xin, will she call Xin Xin 'sister' later?" "Ah," I truly hadn't expected this reason. I suddenly felt a bit dumbfounded. Women always care about things you never even think about.
"Okay! I'll go right now, Mom, you just lie there and don't move!" I knew this must be the result of my mother and Sister Lan's discussion, so I reluctantly left the room amidst my mother's forced smile.
"How come it took so long? Did it go smoothly?" Sister Lan greeted me as soon as she saw me come out.
I didn't say anything, but straightened my back, and my blood-stained penis, which hadn't yet retracted, immediately twitched. Sister Lan blushed and turned her head away, not daring to speak.
"You and my sister have been at it for so long, maybe I should just give up, don't keep Xin Xin waiting!" Sister Lan was backing down.
"Then you'll have to call Xin Xin 'Sister'!" I teased, looking at her shy face.
"You, you, you!" Sister Lan looked at me, speechless with anger. Finally, she steeled herself and slowly pulled down her pants. To my surprise, Sister Lan wasn't wearing anything under her pants, she was completely naked. It seemed she had come prepared.
There was no bed in the outer room, so Sister Lan had to make do by lying on a stool. While using two fingers to try and spread her anus open, she whispered, "Honey, hurry up, don't keep Xin Xin waiting!" I also felt that I had wasted a lot of time. This was my and Xin Xin's big day. If she found out that I was having sex with another woman, and that woman was her mother and mother-in-law, the consequences would be unimaginable! I quickly rubbed my erect penis against Lan Jie's anus a couple of times, and then impatiently thrust it in.
"Ugh—" Lan Jie let out a twisted groan of extreme pain.
"Lan Jie! Are you alright!" Feeling the force in Lan Jie's anus that seemed to be squeezing my penis off, I quickly asked with concern.
"Honey, don't worry! Lan Lan, Lan Lan can still hold on!" "Or, or should I pull it out!" I said, and tried to pull it out.
"No—" Sister Lan suddenly turned around, and I saw a face contorted with pain, which broke my heart. "I want my husband, I want everything he gives me, even pain, I want it all!" With that, Sister Lan suddenly sat back, penetrating me completely.
"Lan, Sister Lan! Why are you doing this to yourself!" Looking at her sweaty forehead, furrowed brows, and tears streaming down her face, I held her, speechless.
"Husband, husband. Lanlan, Lanlan is so happy!" Sister Lan looked at my grief and softened her tone to comfort me. "Husband, husband! There's something I want you to forgive me for!" "Tell me, tell me. Don't just say one thing, I'll forgive you for ten! Don't torture yourself like this anymore, okay?" I held her, looking into her watery eyes, my heart aching.
"It's not torture! I love my husband! I want to give him everything! As long as he's happy, Lanlan, Lanlan will do anything!" Sister Lan slowly forced a pained smile, making my heart clench with pain.
"Xinxin, it was my insistence that I introduce Xinxin to you. It has nothing to do with my sister, and Xinxin herself doesn't know anything about it! If you're unhappy, take it out on me! But Xinxin is a good girl, and I hope you can take good care of her no matter what, okay?" Sister Lan looked at me pleadingly.
"Okay, okay!" I nodded hastily. I couldn't bring myself to dislike this woman who had her heart completely devoted to me, especially since Xinxin herself was such a wonderful girl.
"Husband, do you know that you and Xin Xin are the two people I love most in this life? I want the three of us to live together forever and never be separated again! And, and, I know you like taboos, now, now I'm your mother-in-law. From now on, I'll definitely make you happier!" I lay on the bed, thinking of my mother and Sister Lan, who had just been deflowered, and watching Sister Lan's buttocks covered in blood, yet she still insisted on cleaning my penis clean despite the pain. Suddenly, all lust vanished from my heart, leaving only deep emotion.
With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?
Xin Xin didn't keep me waiting long. Wearing her pajamas, she possessed a unique charm of a delicate beauty.
Xin Xin's tightness made her suffer on our wedding night, and in the end, neither of us climaxed, so I withdrew out of pity for her. Looking at the scattered bloodstains on the bed, like flowers and plum blossoms, I was filled with emotion. That night, three women completely belonged to me, from their hearts to their bodies.
In the end, Xin Xin and I fell asleep in each other's arms... The next morning, Xin Xin refused to get out of bed, which I attributed to the severity of her initial injury. I diligently got up to make her breakfast. My mother and Sister Lan also seemed to be too badly injured from the previous night to get up.
A letter on the table caught my attention; there was no recipient or sender. I pulled the letter from the unsealed envelope.
It was short, only a few lines, but it left me speechless.
"Mom, I have to go to work, so I won't be as free as you, playing games with you reflecting sunlight every day. On rainy days, when Mom gets wet, you and Grandma dry her off, while I have to go home alone and dry myself off. That bath just now was the longest I've ever taken; I washed myself at least five times. Xin Xin has forgotten everything, but I remember I'm your wife, Mom's daughter, Grandma's daughter-in-law, the mother of our future child, and also, and Lin Lan's sister! Because Xin Xin loves you, and loves Mom too!" This letter, clearly written by Xin Xin after her bath last night, was short but every word struck my heart.
Looking at the closed doors to the bedroom and guest room, my mind went blank; I didn't know how to say it, how to express my feelings.
I suddenly felt a responsibility, a responsibility that made me grow up overnight…
[The End]

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