Son's private property

"Ding-dong... ding-dong." A middle-aged woman in a formal business suit walked down the street. The area was lined with office buildings. Her beautiful shoulder-length hair fluttered in the wind. She had large eyes and sensual lips. Although she was getting on in years, it was clear she was a beauty. Her name was Fu Xiuwen. She wore an extremely short mini-skirt over black stockings. The pleated mini-skirt was 25 centimeters above her knees, and the long black patterned fishnet stockings added to the provocative effect. She wasn't wearing underwear. Underneath her black jacket was a standard white shirt, and without a bra, her breasts were vaguely visible. As she walked, her full breasts swayed subtly. She walked with her head held high and her back straight, making no attempt to hide her swaying breasts. Passersby stopped, their eyes filled with admiration or lust as they stared at the woman's breasts or thighs. After all, a beautiful woman in a super-short mini-skirt, seemingly braless yet exuding elegance, was bound to attract attention on the street. Passersby turned to look at her with suspicion, wondering where the jingling sound coming from the middle-aged woman was coming from. Two bells were clipped to her breasts, and the jingling sound produced as she moved. Xiuwen showed no sign of panic. She walked into a roadside café in her high heels, found a window seat, and a waiter brought her a latte. Xiuwen lowered her head, added sugar to her coffee, and stirred it with a gilded spoon. She watched the ripples in the coffee, her still-aching nipples rubbing against her shirt. She sat there waiting, her long, beautiful legs elegantly crossed. Although her body was defiled—she had given herself to her son and committed incest—she still kept this secret in public, displaying the air and style of a noble family. She stared blankly at her latte. "Mom... are you going to meet Aunt Xiulan later?" Junjie pulled away from Xiuwen's naked, snow-white body. His penis, still erect from ejaculation, remained erect as he looked at the naked woman kneeling before him, cleaning the remaining semen from his penis with her mouth. "Um... yes... Aunt Xiulan asked me to meet her," Xiuwen replied, raising her head as she cleaned her son's penis with her mouth. Her full breasts swayed in front of her, a pair of nipple bells jingling with each movement. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid, as if she had just reached orgasm. Between her parted legs, warm, white semen flowed from her vulva, wetting her inner thighs. "When you go out later, you must dress as I instructed, do you hear me?" Junjie commanded sternly. "That...that's impossible!" Shocked by her son's idea, Xiuwen stared at Junjie in disbelief, her body trembling. "Master...could you let me dress more formally, so Aunt Xiulan doesn't know my current identity?" Xiuwen actually called her son "Master"—what a shocking relationship! "I can be ashamed in front of Master as I am, but if Aunt Xiulan finds out, I'll be utterly disgraced," Xiuwen pleaded, her face contorted with grief. "Fine, I'll let you wear an extra jacket to cover it up. Everything else is the same. No bra or panties, and don't take off the nipple bells," Junjie ordered Xiuwen. "Master...this is too embarrassing! Can you let me wear panties and not wear the nipple bells? Please, let me wear more, okay?" Xiuwen begged her son, her face almost breaking into tears. "No... What right does a shameless, lewd woman who is her son's sex slave have to make demands? I'm already being very merciful by letting you wear an extra jacket to cover yourself up," Junjie said viciously to Xiuwen. Ever since she became her son Junjie's sex slave, Junjie demanded that she be completely naked at home at all times, and when she went out, she could only be completely naked from head to toe, without a bra or underwear. She was only allowed to wear a mini-skirt that was 25 centimeters above the knee, a white semi-transparent top, or, in winter, a short coat that was only short enough to just cover about five centimeters below her buttocks. If she bent over, it would be discovered that she wasn't wearing underwear. For Xiuwen, this was equivalent to going out almost naked. Every time, Xiuwen felt that countless eyes were staring at her, and she felt utterly ashamed. Junjie often took Xiuwen to the movies, specifically choosing cinemas far from the city center that required long bus rides. On the bus, Junjie would often fondle Xiuwen's breasts and genitals, forbidding her to resist. At the cinema, often in a packed theater, Junjie would hold Xiuwen in his arms, kneading her breasts with one hand, then slipping his hand under her skirt to stimulate her clitoris, causing her to become aroused. At this point, Junjie would forcefully insert his fingers, making it unbearable for Xiuwen. She dared not moan loudly, forced to endure the pain, afraid other audience members would hear her moans. She was deeply embarrassed, but the more she resisted, the harder Junjie's hand penetrated, and he would also knead her clitoris. She did try to resist, but her resistance only resulted in beatings and humiliation from her son. She eventually gave in, gradually becoming accustomed to it and even experiencing a forbidden pleasure. Later, Junjie simply tied Xiuwen in a turtle-shell bondage with rope, took out a remote-controlled vibrator and had Xiuwen insert it into her vagina. He dressed her in a thin white knitted top and a very short mini-skirt, of course, completely naked and bound underneath. High heels were, of course, indispensable. Junjie would deliberately take Xiuwen out like this, watching her dawdle with the rope, which excited him greatly. When Xiuwen was shopping, Junjie would slowly accompany her to carefully select each item. When she was engrossed, Junjie would inadvertently press the remote control to start it, turning it to the fastest speed. Watching her body tremble, her face flushed, her wanting to speak but unable to, her desire but unable to, all of this made Junjie extremely excited. "Go take a shower first, and after you shower and change your clothes, let me check on you, Mom." Hearing Junjie's order, Xiuwen nodded silently. Inside the bathroom, a hazy steam filled the space. Xiuwen could no longer hold back and collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face, thinking, "I can't get rid of him. Is he my son or a demon...?" ＊＊＊＊＊＊ Xiuwen was 36 years old. Her husband had died in a plane crash two years ago, leaving her and her 16-year-old son a large sum of compensation—enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. So, Xiuwen naturally stayed home as a carefree housewife. Since her husband's death, Xiuwen had been unbearably lonely every night, and her masturbation had become increasingly frequent. Almost every morning, her labia and clitoris were swollen and red. One morning, the sunlight woke Xiuwen. She had masturbated almost all night. Looking at her still swollen labia minora, her clitoris swollen like a peanut and unable to retract, and the sheets almost completely soaked, Xiuwen couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself. When had she become so wanton, with such a strong need? When her husband was alive, they had sex every night, reaching orgasm every night. Perhaps Xiuwen still couldn't shake the feeling of orgasming from her husband's penis thrusting inside her. "Sigh… that feeling will never come back," Xiuwen sighed softly, thinking to herself. "I should go wake Junjie for school," Xiuwen got out of bed, straightened her clothes, and headed towards her son's room. Reaching the door of her son's room, Xiuwen turned the doorknob; it wasn't locked. "This child… he forgot to lock the door." Xiuwen pushed open the door, went into her son's room, and looked at Junjie's peaceful sleeping face, about to wake him. "Huh... what's this?" On Junjie's desk, there was a novel, open, which Xiuwen curiously flipped through. "Oh my god!" What was this? The book was filled with words about penises, breasts, and vaginal fluid, which filled Xiuwen's eyes. The book was called "Incestuous Mother and Son." "Oh my god," Xiuwen thought, the explicit text making her blush. "How could Junjie read this kind of book?" Xiuwen thought to herself. Her son was growing up and wanted to know about men and women, but these books would give him wrong sexual knowledge. She needed to find an opportunity to properly guide him. Xiuwen turned to look at the sleeping Junjie. His handsome face resembled his deceased father's. Pulling back the blanket, the sight before her froze her. Junjie wasn't wearing pants, his penis erect and engorged, a full seven inches long. "This child… his penis is bigger than his father's," Xiuwen thought, stunned. She hadn't expected her son to have such a large penis. Junjie's glans was swollen and purplish-red, with prominent veins. "If this thing entered my body, I definitely wouldn't be able to bear it," Xiuwen thought, her lower body becoming wet. "How could I have such a filthy thought? This is my son!" Xiuwen was startled by her own thoughts. At the same time, Junjie rolled over, murmuring, "Mom… oh… so good." Hearing this, Xiuwen was even more stunned. "Does Junjie dream about having sex with me during his erotic fantasies?" "Does he think about me while he's reading and masturbating?" No wonder Junjie's eyes were always so wild when he looked at Xiuwen every day. "No... impossible...""I'm his mother, how could he have such thoughts? He should like girls his own age," Xiuwen thought. "Does he want to commit incest with me?" Imagining her son's penis inside her long-awaited vagina, Xiuwen unconsciously slipped her fingers inside her nightgown, stroking her vulva through her underwear, her cheeks flushing. "Oh my god, how could I have such a perverted thought?" When Xiuwen suddenly snapped out of her reverie, she found herself kneeling between her son's legs, her nose almost touching his glans. Xiuwen thought, "I should wake Junjie, I shouldn't have such thoughts," but Junjie's erect, engorged, purplish-red glans and high-pointing penis held Xiuwen firmly in place. Xiuwen glanced at her watch. "My son shouldn't be awake so soon. There's still some time." Xiuwen slowly extended her tongue and licked Junjie's glans. The burning sensation of his glans almost ignited Xiuwen's lust as well. Her fingers rubbed her still swollen clitoris again, and drops of vaginal fluid were already dripping onto her son's bed. "No, what will my son think if he sees this?" Xiuwen thought. The feeling of depravity aroused Xiuwen even more. Xiuwen finally made up her mind and took Junjie's glans into her mouth, beginning to suck. "Mom... what are you doing? Why didn't you wake me? I'm going to be late!" Junjie's voice woke Xiuwen. Xiuwen opened her eyes and saw that her mouth was still filled with her son's penis, and there was some white, sticky semen in her mouth. It turned out that Xiuwen had been so engrossed in sucking that Junjie had ejaculated. At this moment, Xiuwen's hair was disheveled, and her pants had been pulled down to her knees. She tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't obey her, and she fell back down as soon as she stood up. "Mom... why are you holding my penis in your mouth? Oh... I know, you're a lewd and wanton woman." Xiuwen noticed the contempt in Junjie's eyes. "I... I'm not..." Xiuwen tried to speak, but found the semen still in her mouth, preventing her from opening her mouth. She could only shake her head, some foul-smelling semen dribbling from her lips. Junjie grabbed Xiuwen's hair. "You lewd and wanton mother, do you like your son's semen?" Junjie glared fiercely at Xiuwen and slapped her twice. "You're not qualified to be my mother. From now on, you'll be my sex slave, okay?" Xiuwen shook her head. The semen in her mouth prevented her from speaking; she didn't want to swallow it, yet she couldn't spit it out. "Swallow the semen, don't spit it out, then answer my questions." Xiuwen reluctantly swallowed the semen in her mouth. She had never swallowed her ex-husband's semen before; this was her first time, and the nauseating feeling forced her to swallow it. "I...I'm your mother, how can I be your sex slave?" Xiuwen said to Junjie. "You lustful, wanton woman, you don't deserve to be my mother, you can only be my sex slave," Junjie glared at Xiuwen. "No...no," Xiuwen shook her head. "I'll make you submit, Mom!" Junjie roared. Xiuwen struggled to get up, but Junjie pulled her back onto the bed. Xiuwen lay face down, and Junjie roughly straddled her, not giving her a chance to get up. Then Junjie tied Xiuwen's hands behind her back, took a bundle of rope from the desk drawer, and said, "What are you doing... I'm your mother... Let me go!" Ignoring Xiuwen's cries, Junjie began to tie her up. Feeling her hands firmly bound behind her back, Xiuwen began to feel scared and begged for mercy. "Please... let Mom go!" But he ignored Xiuwen's pleas and wrapped the rope around her several times, not allowing Xiuwen any freedom of movement. Junjie then turned Xiuwen over to face her, cut two pieces of cotton rope, tied one end of one piece to Xiuwen's right knee, and the other end to the bedpost beside her pillow. He then took the other piece of rope and began tying Xiuwen's left knee in the same way. Xiuwen understood what he was planning and began to struggle desperately, begging, "Ugh... let me go, Junjie!" But it was all in vain. Junjie then pulled the rope binding Xiuwen's left knee toward the bedpost to the left of her pillow. Now Xiuwen's legs were in an M-shape, her entire vulva was on full display, and her hands were tightly bound behind her back, unable to move. Her vulva was wide open, revealing thick pubic hair and swollen labia. "So beautiful... Mom looks so beautiful bound up," Junjie exclaimed. "I'm going to take a shower first, then I'll deal with you properly! You'd better reflect on your actions!" With that, he left Xiuwen alone and went into the bathroom to wash and change. Xiuwen, bound in a humiliating position by her son, struggled desperately on the bed. Good heavens! In this position, even Xiuwen could clearly see her own genitals. Twenty minutes later, Junjie emerged naked from the bathroom, looked at Xiuwen struggling on the bed, and actually laughed. He did nothing, just smiled and admired Xiuwen bound to the bed. "Mom…it feels good to be bound, doesn't it? I've wanted to tie you up for a long time." Xiuwen was both ashamed and angry, but helplessly, the hateful ropes bound her tightly in this shameful position. "Ugh...untie me!" Xiuwen pleaded, struggling, but being bound in such a humiliating position actually aroused her. She felt a heat in her lower body, and her vulva began to wet, with clear, glistening vaginal fluid flowing out. "Look...it's wet, Mom, you're so lewd, you're already wet just from being bound, what a shameless woman," Junjie said, wiping Xiuwen's vaginal fluid with one hand and squeezing her full breasts with the other. "A lewd and wanton woman must be punished." Saying this, he pulled out a belt and lashed out, striking Xiuwen's wide-open vulva hard. "Ah...it hurts!" The whipping of her vulva caused Xiuwen a sharp pain. With a "crack," Xiuwen let out a long, miserable cry. "Ah...it's going to break!" Junjie lashed out again, and Xiuwen cried out once more. The whipping rained down, each strike hitting Xiuwen's inner thighs and her wide-open vulva. After dozens of lashes, Xiuwen's lower body was a complete mess. Xiuwen shook her head desperately, crying out repeatedly, "Waaah...let go of Mommy, don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much! Mommy will do anything you want, Mommy is willing to be your sex slave, please stop!" Xiuwen was desperate; she only wanted to escape the pain of the whip. Suddenly, a light shone in front of her. It was the lens of a digital camera. Junjie had set up the camera sometime during the day. "Then say loudly to the camera that you want to be my slave from now on, and I'll stop whipping you. How about that, Mommy?" Junjie said to his mother, slowing down the whipping. "That...that kind of thing, I can't do it!" Xiuwen blushed at the thought of saying those humiliating words in front of the camera and loudly refused. "Is that so? Then I'll keep hitting you..." Junjie lashed out again, making Xiuwen cry. "Waaah...don't hit me...okay...okay...I'll talk," Xiuwen sobbed, her words broken, "...I, Fu...Xiuwen, will become my son's sex, sex slave from now on. I will...completely obey him...waaah, as long as...Master's orders, I...no matter when or where, Fu Xiuwen's body will be at Master's disposal...waaah..." But after uttering such a shameful vow, Xiuwen couldn't help but burst into tears. "Very good, then you will be my slave forever, Mom." Junjie laughed heartily. **** Just as Xiuwen was almost finished washing, the bathroom door opened, and Xiuwen, startled, grabbed a towel to cover herself. "Ah...it's Junjie...what...is that?" "Are you done washing?" Junjie asked. "Not...not yet," Xiuwen replied. "Mom's taking too long to wash, Mom, come sit down in front of me, I'll help you bathe..." "..." Hearing her son Junjie say this, Xiuwen silently walked to the bathtub and sat down, waiting for her son to bathe her. At this moment, Junjie smeared his hands with body wash and began to "bathe" his mother—Xiuwen. Junjie started by roughly kneading and washing Xiuwen's two full, luscious breasts from behind, sometimes wantonly playing with and teasing her extremely sensitive pink nipples, pinching and playing with the nipple clamps. "Mom...stand up, I'm going to help you wash your little pussy and back door." Xiuwen slowly stood up. Junjie's hands, lathered with shower gel, were gently washing the thick pubic hair above Xiuwen's private parts. After cleaning the not-too-messy pubic hair, he turned his attention to his mother's vulva. Junjie used two fingers to separate Xiuwen's labia, then used his fingers to caress Xiuwen's most sensitive erogenous zone—her clitoris. "Mmm...ah...oh..." As Junjie's fingers began to move, Xiuwen reached orgasm, occasionally letting out seductive moans in response to her son's caresses. Junjie made his mother pant heavily. "All done...Mom," Junjie suddenly withdrew his hands and began to rinse Xiuwen. "Ugh..." Xiuwen, who had just enjoyed her son's skillful touch, suddenly felt empty when Junjie's fingers were removed. "You're bad...""Torturing Mom!" Xiuwen protested suicidally. Xiuwen dried herself off, changed into the clothes Junjie had specified, and went out to see Xiulan. ******** The sound of high heels pulled Xiuwen back to reality. Xiulan had arrived and sat down opposite her. "What's wrong?" Xiuwen asked with concern. "Why did you ask me out, sister?" Xiulan looked at Xiuwen's attire. "...Tsk tsk! Why are you dressed so provocatively for me, little sister!" Xiulan asked. Her sister was always conservative. Although she had worn skirts before, no one had ever seen her wear a pleated skirt that only covered her bottom. But that was alright. Xiuwen, who was usually conservative in her color choices, was wearing incredibly high red heels with laces, and a gold chain hung on her slender, snow-white ankles. "Just trying to change things up. What, is it strange?" Xiuwen asked. "Hey! Dressed like that, you probably aren't wearing a bra, are you? Are you not satisfied with being seen naked? Or are you just desperate for men?" Xiulan looked at Xiuwen's outfit, her breasts vaguely visible, clearly no bra. She frowned and whispered in Xiuwen's ear. "So what if they see? They can only look, they can't have it!" Xiuwen replied. Xiulan didn't know that Xiuwen was actually wearing stockings, nor did she know that Xiuwen wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt. Under her son's orders, she was no longer the Xiuwen she once was, both physically and mentally. "Sister, let's not talk about that, let's talk about business. Didn't you say on the phone you had a problem and wanted to talk to me?" Xiuwen asked, taking a sip of coffee. "I'm a little confused," Xiulan said. "I can only talk to you about this because you're my only family, and we're in similar situations." Xiulan was also single; her husband had divorced her six months ago. The waiter brought coffee, and Xiuwen took a sip. "What do you want to talk about?" "Well... how should I put it? It's about Jianzhi," Xiulan began. "Your son is a model student, always doing well and requiring no worry. What could possibly trouble you?" Xiuwen asked. Xiulan took another sip of coffee, then slowly put a piece of cake in her mouth with her fork, saying, "He... he... I found out he was masturbating in his room with my underwear." "Your son is growing up, starting puberty. This happens a lot," Xiuwen replied. "Junjie does it too." Hearing Xiuwen's answer, Xiulan frowned. "Not only that, but I also found that when I watch Jianzhi masturbate, looking at his penis, I actually feel something, wanting to do 'that' with him. God, I'm even thinking about incest! How could I have such a lewd thought?" Xiulan said, seemingly helplessly. "Women have desires too, and so do I. It seems we share the same blood, sister," Xiuwen replied. "Then how will you deal with your sister?" Xiulan asked. "We both have incestuous blood flowing in our veins, sister," Xiuwen said calmly, looking at Xiulan. "I've already had relations with Junjie, sister." "What…isn't that incest?" Xiulan looked at her sister with a horrified expression, unable to believe it. "Mother-son intercourse is the safest way to satisfy the shared sexual desires of a fifteen-year-old boy and a nearly forty-year-old mother. Although having sex with one's own son is forbidden by social norms, it's better than letting him vent in some unknown place," Xiuwen told Xiulan. "Incest with your own son, this..." Xiulan couldn't believe her conservative younger sister would say such a thing. She still couldn't accept it. "Do you still want a boyfriend? Who wants a woman with a child in their arms? Wasn't your ex-husband's hurt enough? Didn't you make vows of eternal love? And what happened? Men are all the same. It's safer to be with your own flesh and blood." Xiuwen rattled off a string of words to Xiulan. "But... if word gets out... how can I face people?" Xiulan still hesitated. "Sister... as long as everyone keeps it a secret, who will know? Your own happiness is the most important thing." Xiuwen persuaded her sister. "Don't think about it. We both have incestuous blood flowing in our veins. We both want our sons' big penises inside us, even to be our sons' sex slaves. That's our happiness. I never believed sex was that important to women until I had incest with my son." Xiuwen closed her eyes, seemingly lost in the nights of passion with her son. "Sex slave!" Xiulan exclaimed in shock. The other guests all turned to look at their table, and she realized her lapse in composure. "Yes, I'm already Junjie's sex slave, sister," Xiuwen said to Xiulan. "Sister, enjoy sex with me. Incest with my son, I've experienced unprecedented orgasms and happiness. We were born to be our son's sex slaves." Xiulan was convinced by Xiuwen and nodded. Xiuwen glanced at her watch. "Oh no… it's getting late. I need to rush back to cook, otherwise Junjie will be angry and punish me. Sister, I have to go." Xiuwen got up to leave when the "ding-dong" sound rang out again. "What was that sound?" Xiulan whispered in Xiuwen's ear. "Junjie hung a bell on my nipple, sister," Xiuwen said, moving closer to Xiulan. Xiulan could feel the bell through her clothes. "Doesn't it hurt?" Xiulan asked. "You'll get used to it at first, but not anymore. I'm leaving now, sister," Xiuwen said, the clatter of her high heels echoing as she walked away, leaving Xiulan stunned. "My sister seems so happy," Xiulan thought, feeling a warmth on her cheeks. "Then I'll indulge in life like her," Xiulan thought, entering the women's restroom and taking off her underwear and bra. "Son, Mom's here. Mom's about to give it to you." How should she begin? Xiulan wondered. "That's it! I'll start cooking naked later. Jianzhi will be so surprised when he gets back. That's what I'll do." Xiulan quickened her pace, heading home.Xiulan couldn't believe her conservative younger sister would say such a thing. She still couldn't accept it. "Do you still want a boyfriend? Who wants a woman with a child in their arms? Wasn't your ex-husband's hurt enough? Didn't you make vows of eternal love? And what happened? Men are all the same. It's safer to be with your own flesh and blood." Xiuwen rattled off a string of words to Xiulan. "But…if word gets out…how will I face people?" Xiulan still hesitated. "Sister…as long as everyone keeps it a secret, who will know? Your own happiness is the most important thing," Xiuwen advised. "Don't think about it. We both have incestuous blood flowing in our veins. We both want our sons' big penises inside us, even to be their sex slaves. That's our happiness. I never believed sex was that important to women until I had incest with my son." Xiuwen closed her eyes, seemingly lost in the nights of passion with her son. "Sex slave!" Xiulan exclaimed in shock. The other guests all turned to look at their table, and she realized her lapse in composure. "Yes, I'm already Junjie's sex slave, sister," Xiuwen said to Xiulan. "Sister, enjoy sex with me. Incest with my son, I've experienced unprecedented orgasms and happiness. We were born to be our son's sex slaves." Xiulan was convinced by Xiuwen and nodded. Xiuwen glanced at her watch. "Oh no… it's getting late. I need to rush back to cook, otherwise Junjie will be angry and punish me. Sister, I have to go." Xiuwen got up to leave when the "ding-dong" sound rang out again. "What was that sound?" Xiulan whispered in Xiuwen's ear. "Junjie hung a bell on my nipple, sister," Xiuwen said, moving closer to Xiulan. Xiulan could feel the bell through her clothes. "Doesn't it hurt?" Xiulan asked. "You'll get used to it at first, but not anymore. I'm leaving now, sister," Xiuwen said, the clatter of her high heels echoing as she walked away, leaving Xiulan stunned. "My sister seems so happy," Xiulan thought, feeling a warmth on her cheeks. "Then I'll indulge in life like her," Xiulan thought, entering the women's restroom and taking off her underwear and bra. "Son, Mom's here. Mom's about to give it to you." How should she begin? Xiulan wondered. "That's it! I'll start cooking naked later. Jianzhi will be so surprised when he gets back. That's what I'll do." Xiulan quickened her pace, heading home.Xiulan couldn't believe her conservative younger sister would say such a thing. She still couldn't accept it. "Do you still want a boyfriend? Who wants a woman with a child in their arms? Wasn't your ex-husband's hurt enough? Didn't you make vows of eternal love? And what happened? Men are all the same. It's safer to be with your own flesh and blood." Xiuwen rattled off a string of words to Xiulan. "But…if word gets out…how will I face people?" Xiulan still hesitated. "Sister…as long as everyone keeps it a secret, who will know? Your own happiness is the most important thing," Xiuwen advised. "Don't think about it. We both have incestuous blood flowing in our veins. We both want our sons' big penises inside us, even to be their sex slaves. That's our happiness. I never believed sex was that important to women until I had incest with my son." Xiuwen closed her eyes, seemingly lost in the nights of passion with her son. "Sex slave!" Xiulan exclaimed in shock. The other guests all turned to look at their table, and she realized her lapse in composure. "Yes, I'm already Junjie's sex slave, sister," Xiuwen said to Xiulan. "Sister, enjoy sex with me. Incest with my son, I've experienced unprecedented orgasms and happiness. We were born to be our son's sex slaves." Xiulan was convinced by Xiuwen and nodded. Xiuwen glanced at her watch. "Oh no… it's getting late. I need to rush back to cook, otherwise Junjie will be angry and punish me. Sister, I have to go." Xiuwen got up to leave when the "ding-dong" sound rang out again. "What was that sound?" Xiulan whispered in Xiuwen's ear. "Junjie hung a bell on my nipple, sister," Xiuwen said, moving closer to Xiulan. Xiulan could feel the bell through her clothes. "Doesn't it hurt?" Xiulan asked. "You'll get used to it at first, but not anymore. I'm leaving now, sister," Xiuwen said, the clatter of her high heels echoing as she walked away, leaving Xiulan stunned. "My sister seems so happy," Xiulan thought, feeling a warmth on her cheeks. "Then I'll indulge in life like her," Xiulan thought, entering the women's restroom and taking off her underwear and bra. "Son, Mom's here. Mom's about to give it to you." How should she begin? Xiulan wondered. "That's it! I'll start cooking naked later. Jianzhi will be so surprised when he gets back. That's what I'll do." Xiulan quickened her pace, heading home.

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