Happiness and sexual bliss

This bustling metropolis, usually so noisy and chaotic during the day, had regained its usual cleanliness and vibrancy after a day's grand cleansing. The joyful smiles on the faces of passersby constantly expressed their utmost satisfaction with the living environment of this great city.
In just a few years, this historically significant political and cultural center had also achieved remarkable development.
Riding slowly along the wide streets, usually too busy to appreciate, the lingering sadness of parting from lovers was diluted by the desire to return home.
Chen Feilong glanced at the increasingly dim sky and quickened his pace towards home.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Feilong parked his bike in the bike shed and rushed up to his 8th-floor apartment.
"Mom, I'm home!" Chen Feilong called out as he closed the door and walked towards his room.
As soon as he entered his bedroom, a pair of hands took his bag from behind and gently helped him remove his coat.
"Are you tired? Take a rest." Needless to say, only his beloved mother, Xia Shaohan, could be so gentle and tender.
The boy turned around, gently opening his arms to embrace her full body.
"I missed you so much, Mom." The boy stood on tiptoe, his lips meeting Xia Shaohan's lowered, full red lips, their tongues intertwining.
With rapid breathing, the boy's hands roamed over Xia Shaohan's waist and hips.
Xia Shaohan's hands also tightly embraced the boy's not-so-broad back, desperately trying to meld him into her body to ease her longing.
After a while, Xia Shaohan pulled away from the boy's embrace, gently stroking his handsome cheek, and softly said, "Are Qiuyun and the others alright? You must be very tired after a day. Why don't you rest for a bit?" He hadn't noticed his mother's attire during the embrace, but now that he was out of her arms, he had time to observe her.
"My God, another angelic beauty!" The boy, having just escaped a sea of beauties, thought to himself. His mother was truly stunning. Xia Shaohan, nearing 40, looked like she was only in her early 30s. She wore a light-colored, open-front floral dress, her full breasts almost spilling out. Beneath the dress, her shapely legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, and small, high-heeled blue shoes accentuated her alluring figure. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup natural, her charming demeanor tinged with a hint of allure, radiating the captivating allure of a mature woman.
The boy was practically speechless.
"Silly boy, haven't you seen your mother before?" Xia Shaohan felt a surge of secret delight. It seemed her afternoon's effort in dressing up hadn't been wasted. Seeing her son staring at her like a lecherous wolf, a sense of pride welled up within her.
"A little sister fell from the sky, Mom. You look so beautiful today. I'm so glad I didn't go shopping with you." "Why?" Xia Shaohan asked, puzzled by her son's praise.
"A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, if I were next to you, I'd be beaten to death by everyone in the street," the boy said exaggeratedly.
"You're asking for trouble, daring to tease your mother," Xia Shaohan scolded, pinching the boy's waist harder.
"Ouch... Mom, have mercy..." Noticing her son's genuine praise of her beauty, Xia Shaohan felt as sweet as if she were eating candy.
"Go say hello to Grandma and Grandpa, they miss you." Xia Shaohan dodged her son's unruly hands and pushed him towards the kitchen.
In stark contrast to the living room, the kitchen was a lively and beautiful scene, with delicious food sizzling on the stove, and more importantly, the figures of two mature and beautiful women whom the boy admired were present—Grandma Jiang Xue and Grandma Liang Wanqing.
The boy squinted and leaned against the door, observing his grandma and grandma's different attire from behind, clicking his tongue, "Looks like they were prepared."
My 58-year-old grandmother, Jiang Xue, is tall and has maintained her appearance for many years, making her look like a woman in her forties.
Today, instead of her usual cheongsam, she wore a light-colored linen short-sleeved top, a smoky gray vest over it, and dark green trousers. Her
hair was loosely styled in a bun, and her full figure resembled a camellia in full bloom in autumn. Her dignified and beautiful face was even more captivating than peach blossoms dancing in the spring breeze!
In contrast to my grandmother Jiang Xue's tall stature, my 57-year-old grandmother Liang Wanqing could be described as a petite beauty.
She was petite, with fair skin, an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high bust, and a supple waist—a typical classical beauty. Her jet-black hair was loosely styled on her head, and her full figure was covered by a pink silk top, the cut of which was elegant and dignified yet still exuded feminine charm. A pair of long, shapely legs were barely covered by a layer of flesh-colored stockings, elegant yet voluptuous, dignified yet serene, with a hint of shyness and tenderness in her eyes, like a figure in an oil painting.
The boy's eyes darted around, looking at his grandmother, then his maternal grandmother, then up and down, completely mesmerized, muttering, "Where did these two fairies come from?" "What are you muttering about? Come and help," Jiang Xue said, turning around with a shovel in her right hand and her hands on her hips, a half-smile on her face as she looked at her grandson.
The boy leaned against the door, squinting with admiration. Jiang Xue's turn had caused her breasts, no longer confined by a bra, to sway considerably under her short top. "Grandma, can we do that again?" "What?" Jiang Xue was a little confused. After looking herself up and down, she suddenly realized what was going on and laughed, scolding, "You little pervert, what was the point of not letting Grandma wear underwear? Forget about it, hurry up and come here." At home, the boy sometimes had some special requirements for his lovers' attire, such as wearing stockings and high heels, and not wearing a bra, but the lovers let the boy fool around and cooperated, seeing the boy's joy.
"Yes, sir." The boy was in a great mood and took a step between his grandmother and great-grandmother, putting his arms around the waists of the two old beauties. Looking at the dazzling array of things on the table, he said, "What do you need me to do?" Liang Wanqing was very aware of her grandson's ability to cause trouble. "Don't move, just keep Grandma and Grandma company. I'm afraid if you help, there won't be any food for us later." "You have so little confidence in me?" The boy hugged Liang Wanqing from behind in a coquettish manner.
After kneading his grandmother's soft waist for a while, the boy's hands slowly moved down to Liang Wanqing's plump and round buttocks.
Even through the new pink silk, he could clearly feel Liang Wanqing's full and rounded body, especially her round, full, and fleshy buttocks. The boy opened his palms and kneaded her buttocks with force, feeling their weight and smoothness.
After playing with them for a while, his hands wrapped around Liang Wanqing's waist, kneading her soft, fleshy, and slightly protruding belly through the silk. Then, his hands moved up from under her armpits, supporting her round, unbraced, and trembling breasts. The weight of her breasts was palpable, even through the silk top. His hands tightened, and her breasts overflowed between his fingers, bulging as if they were about to burst out of her clothes.
"You little rascal, taking advantage of me!" Liang Wanqing said coquettishly.
The boy released her, but not before giving her a reluctant squeeze, teasingly saying, "Grandma's big tofu is so delicious." Seeing his grandmother's ambiguous smile, the boy went behind her and hugged Jiang Xue tightly.
He only reached his grandmother's shoulder, but that didn't hinder his caresses of Jiang Xue. He skillfully and vigorously stroked and kneaded Jiang Xue's unusually plump and round buttocks, causing her tall, delicate body to tremble slightly.
"You little rascal! You're so naughty!" Jiang Xue moaned, her body tingling and weak as she leaned back against him.
Feeling the boy's increasingly tight embrace, clearly smelling his strong masculine scent mixed with the smell of sweat, she half-heartedly let him caress and knead her body, letting his large hands grab her plump, round buttocks and wildly squeeze them. At the same time, she could clearly feel his erection pressing hard against her buttocks. Even though they were in the kitchen, feeling his enormous male totem so closely, Jiang Xue couldn't help but marvel and feel her heart flutter.
He lifted Jiang Xue's proudly sized breasts, kneading them, her full, high breasts trembling slightly, rippling with waves of milk, making the boy's heart itch.
Hearing the boy's rapid breathing, Jiang Xue knew that it was not appropriate to be intimate in the kitchen at this time. Suppressing her physical desires, she forcefully removed the boy's hands from her chest, his reluctant hands pulling at her breasts, eliciting a groan from the old lady.
"Sweetie, go to the living room and chat with your mother. Dinner will be ready soon." Jiang Xue pushed the boy out of the kitchen.
"Strange? Why are they all being so polite?" Usually, this time of day would be the start of their passionate lovemaking, as the family never hid their pursuit of pleasure. The boy walked out of the kitchen with a suspicious look.
Two beautiful women were chatting on the sofa in the living room.
"Aunt Limei, you're back!" The boy ran excitedly towards the beautiful woman sitting opposite his mother on the sofa.
"Long'er," Chen Limei got up from the sofa and pulled the boy into her arms.
It was another "baby in my arms" move. He hugged his aunt's flat, toned waist, gazing at her tenderly. She
was truly like white jade, her skin as white as snow, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, peach cheeks, and cherry lips. Her figure was graceful and elegant, exquisite and shapely, with a white silk dress, light flesh-colored stockings, milky white high heels, and a beautiful bust and buttocks.
A fair face framed by her high-tied black hair, though faint crow's feet were visible at the corners of her eyes, her elegant figure exuded an undeniable artistic air, giving the woman, though over 30, a unique kind of sensuality.
The boy nestled against his aunt's chest, gazing at her and playfully pinching her breasts, saying, "Auntie, I missed you so much." The pinching brought a pleasurable sensation to his chest. The tall Chen Limei looked down at the handsome boy in her arms, a mischievous thought suddenly forming in her mind.
"You little rascal, where have you been gallivanting off to? You haven't been seen all day!" She raised her hand, gently pinching his cheek.
"I'm innocent! Didn't Dean Leng Minghui tell you?" The boy winked slyly, a wicked grin on his face. Leng Minghui was his aunt's teacher and also her boss; bringing up the dean's lover was a tried-and-true tactic to deal with his often mischievous aunt.
Chen Limei had only intended to tease the boy, but seeing his expression, an impulse seized her, and she lowered her head, opening her lips to kiss him.
Their intertwined movements left both man and woman breathless, their hands moving more freely.
Just then, a cough...cough... sound came from beside them, and Chen Limei, startled awake, pushed the boy away.
"You little rascal, bullying your aunt again!" Chen Limei said coquettishly, her face flushed.
"Oh dear, I almost messed things up," she thought to herself.
The boy was somewhat confused.
"What's going on today? All my relatives and lovers are blaming me for their own pleasure. There must be a conspiracy involved. Humph, I must find out."
Having figured things out, the boy turned to his mother, Xia Shaohan, who had just coughed, and asked, "Mom, what's the plan for later?"
Looking at her son's anxious eyes, Xia Shaohan reminded herself not to reveal the secret. This was an arrangement everyone had painstakingly devised; she couldn't let her son know.
"Ah, is there a plan? I don't know." The mother's half-smile only strengthened the boy's suspicions. He then turned to his aunt, Chen Limei, and pleaded, "Auntie, please tell me!" Chen Limei, looking frightened, took a step back and stood beside her sister-in-law, waving her hands and saying, "Don't ask me, I don't know." The boy knew that at this point, he had no other choice but to resort to this last resort.
"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then, just wait and see how I deal with you." With a
sudden, forceful grab, he reached for the two women's breasts. Anticipating the boy's misdeeds, the two women scattered with a "whoosh," and the three chased each other around the living room, laughing all the while. Finally, the boy gave his mother, Xia Shaohan, a "tiger hug," pinning her down on the sofa. After a few squeezes, he viciously gripped her breasts.
"Hehe, will you tell me or not? If you don't, you'll get 30 slaps."
After the chase, Xia Shaohan was already out of breath. The boy's rough handling only made her more anxious. Even so, Xia Shaohan remained steadfast in her "belief" not to tell the boy.
Seeing that his "tough tactic" had failed, the boy changed his tone and pleaded, "Mom, please tell me." Chen Limei, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh, but fearing that her sister-in-law might soften and ruin the plan, she rushed forward, grabbed the boy's ear, and lifted him off Xia Shaohan. "You
little rascal, get up! All you do is bully your mother." "Auntie, then I'll bully you a little," the boy grinned mischievously, covering Chen Limei's breasts with his hands and kneading them, seemingly forgetting to ask about the "scheme."
The laughter didn't last long. The call of "Long'er" made the boy climb out of his mother and aunt's arms. He turned around and saw his maternal grandmother, Jiang Xue, and paternal grandmother, Liang Wanqing, coming out of the kitchen.
"You little rascal, you're going to cook the last soup." Before the boy could even protest, his grandmother and maternal grandmother pulled and pushed him to the stove, gave him some instructions, and then quickly withdrew, leaving the boy staring blankly at the pile of ingredients.
He quickly recovered from his daze and adjusted his mindset after the previous "setbacks." Cooking soup was actually one of his strengths, but he was more easily distracted when family and friends were around. Composing himself, the boy hummed a tune and began cooking the last dish, seemingly forgetting his earlier "scheme." [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam: "
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turned his gaze back to the bedroom; the door was still closed.
The last bowl of soup had been finished for a while, but his relatives and friends hadn't appeared. The boy was getting anxious.
He knocked on the door, but it was locked from the inside. He vaguely heard his mother say, "Wait a moment," and soft laughter, making his heart flutter.
With a soft "click," the bedroom door opened. The boy was overjoyed and looked up.
His relatives and friends filed out, first his maternal grandmother Jiang Xue, then his paternal grandmother Liang Wanqing, his mother Xia Shaohan, and his aunt Chen Limei, a graceful line of women standing a meter away from the boy.
"My God!" The boy was momentarily dizzy, his breathing quickened, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
All the women were dressed in identical tight-fitting, sleeveless Suzhou-embroidered cheongsams, their hair styled in the same high bun, and wearing the same four-inch high heels. A group of beautiful women stood before the boy, gazing tenderly at their handsome young lover.
Grandma Jiang Xue, in a black, tight-fitting sleeveless cheongsam, had her smooth, fair skin glow brilliantly, almost dazzling under the bright lights. The meticulously tailored cheongsam revealed her uniquely voluptuous figure, her full breasts on her snow-white bosom arousing fantasies. Her
full, high breasts and plump hips made the cheongsam bulge out in front and back. She no longer had the slender waist of a young girl, but the slight bulge in her lower abdomen, typical of older women, accentuated her sensuality.
Nearly 60 years old, this venerable woman, though with faint crow's feet around her eyes and forehead, did not detract from her beauty; instead, she appeared more dignified, serene, and virtuous.
Grandma Liang Wanqing, on the other hand, wore a blue cheongsam. Although she was the shortest among the ladies, her 160cm height was made much taller by her 4-inch heels.
Unlike her grandmother's tall and full figure, Liang Wanqing's voluptuousness possessed a delicate charm reminiscent of women from the Jiangnan region. Her breasts, too large to be "held in one hand," and her pert buttocks created a captivatingly curvaceous and alluring silhouette. Under the bright lights, she radiated a serene and loving maternal aura.
Her mother, Xia Shaohan, already 175cm tall, appeared even more slender in her 4-inch shoes. Her calves, supported by the high heels, were perfectly toned, without an ounce of fat. Her rounded buttocks were accentuated by the parabola-like curve of her upper body, making her curves particularly striking under the form-fitting, sleeveless, purplish-red cheongsam.
The cheongsam's high slit revealed her plump, rounded buttocks, which were tightly wrapped within the garment, emphasizing their roundness and perkiness. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs were exposed as she walked, the skin beneath her flesh-colored sheer stockings incredibly fair, her full thighs and the lace trim of the stockings subtly visible.
Aunt Chen Limei, 36 years old, has maintained an excellent figure thanks to years of dance training. Today, her cheongsam, while not as form-fitting as the other three lovers', still accentuated her usual upright and slender figure, the pink cheongsam complementing her perfectly. Her usually rosy cheeks, often seen in front of her nephew, were still flushed, while the chase a few minutes earlier had left a slightly languid look on her fair face, giving her an overall air of a woman from old Shanghai.
The boy sat upright at the table, his eyes scanning left and right, from top to bottom, admiring their elegance, grace, and sexiness… For a moment, he felt that no beauty in the world surpassed the four women before him, and he couldn't even speak.
After a few minutes of silence, sound finally broke the silence. Four mature, beautiful women stood before the boy, one with her hands clasped at her waist, bowing slightly in a "bow" gesture, and said in unison, "Your humble servant greets your husband." The boy jumped up from his stool in surprise, his hands instinctively reaching out to help each of his lovers to their feet. He couldn't resist taking the opportunity to grope their softness; the Suzhou-embroidered cheongsams and their full figures were irresistible. He
usually joked and played with his relatives and lovers, enjoying each other's company, considering each other an inseparable part of his being, both physically and emotionally. However, they maintained their traditional generational titles, especially the mature women's affection for the boy, which was no different from that of a mother and son, or a grandmother and grandson.
Although in moments of deep affection they used terms like "little darling," "sweetheart," and "little rascal," they never used the respectful terms "your humble servant" and "husband" they now used. The boy was inevitably somewhat overwhelmed by their pampering.
Finally seated at the table, surrounded by stunningly beautiful mature women, the boy felt a surge of vulgar male pride and self-satisfaction.
To his left were his maternal grandmother, Jiang Xue, and his paternal grandmother, Liang Wanqing; to his right were his mother, Xia Shaohan, and his aunt, Chen Limei. Although seated, the boy's eyes lingered on the numerous mountains and faces on the table.
His mother, Xia Shaohan, gave the boy a threatening glare, her face etched with lust, but she was also pleased with his astonishment and longing. She picked up her wine glass, gave the boy a seductive look, and said in an exceptionally pleasant voice, "Mothers, Sister Limei, tonight is a farewell dinner for Long'er. I propose a toast to Long'er's boundless future." Everyone raised their glasses. The boy, excited, also raised his glass, his eyes gleaming as he gazed at his relatives and loved ones, and loudly proclaimed, "And may our future be filled with happiness and sweetness!" He drank without the slightest hesitation.
Jiang Xue and Liang Wanqing had prepared a lavish dinner, accompanied by heartfelt toasts. The harmonious and familial atmosphere dispelled the last trace of sadness at parting, and an ambiguous atmosphere of romance began to permeate the table.
After a couple of drinks, the faces of the relatives and lovers flushed. Xia Shaohan suggested that everyone take advantage of the farewell dinner to share their innermost thoughts. After receiving everyone's approval, she eagerly picked up her glass, stood up, and said, "Let me go first, as if tonight's opening statement will be a welcome one."
Turning around, she gazed affectionately at the boy on her left, paused for a moment, as if gathering courage and passion, and then her beautiful voice filled the table.
"Twenty years ago, you were a piece of my flesh, and I became your mother; twelve years later, you revisited the place where you were born in another way, and I became your lover; two years later, I gave birth to your child, and I became the mother of your son.
Long'er, by your side, different identities have witnessed our love along the way.
I have never regretted our forbidden love, nor do I care how outsiders will judge us, mother and son. Today, I just want to tell you—my son:
it was you who awakened my dormant love with your devotion; it was you who opened my second spring with your strength, allowing me to enjoy a joy I had never experienced before; it was you who gave me the opportunity to become the mother of your child, to feel the joy of family life through this little one.
How much I want to be your lifelong partner, to solve your problems, to nestle against you in a mother's arms, and to feel your wild passion. I love you, my forever little rascal, my little lover." The boy was moved to tears by his mother Xia Shaohan's heartfelt words, stood up, and choked out:
"Mom, you brought me into this world with so much hardship, and you helped me become a man and a father. You not only gave me life, but also raised me and nurtured our love.
It was you who opened another door in my life with your body, allowing me to experience the joy you bring me.
I want to thank you, not only with my heart, but also with my body; not only in the past, now, but also for the rest of my life. I will always love you, Mom!" The mother and son drank their wine in one gulp, gazing at each other. At the same time, they opened their arms, and the boy threw himself into the arms of the mature and elegant Xia Shaohan, tightly embracing her voluptuous body, and passionately cried out, "Mom!" In the tight embrace, the boy fully inhaled the rich fragrance emanating from Xia Shaohan's body, felt the fullness and elasticity of her breasts, and enjoyed the voluptuous, mature, and rounded shape of her body. His lower body involuntarily rose and became erect.
Then the two kissed.
Xia Shaohan was immersed in the boy's skillful tongue sucking and teasing in her mouth, his hands caressing her waist. He playfully rubbed his ample, high breasts against her, teasing her until she felt a tingling, numbing sensation, her body weak and limp.
Just then, she heard a few coughs beside her, and realized she was still at the dining table. Embarrassed, she blushed deeply, hurriedly pushed away from the boy's embrace, and sat down shyly and gently.
Grandma Jiang Xue stood up and spoke:
"I never dared to hope that I could still find and cultivate love at the age of 60. A man's love; a young man's love; a man who satisfies a woman in every way, from appearance to sexual desire. Seven years ago, you recklessly barged into my body, which had been closed for twenty years, awakening my dormant desires with your young and vigorous member. At that moment, the excitement of physical pleasure and the pain of taboo intertwined. Later, I overcame societal norms and started a new relationship. From the bottom of my heart, all my sacrifices cannot compare to the joy you gave me, both spiritually and physically. Now, I feel younger than I was 20 years ago. I often pray to God, hoping to have more days so that I can be with you forever." The boy looked at Jiang Xue, who, thanks to his tireless efforts, was much more beautiful than she had been years ago in terms of both complexion and figure. What was especially precious was that her uniquely voluptuous figure was even more alluring at nearly 60 years old. He looked at his grandmother Jiang Xue with emotion and said, "Dear Grandma, my daughter's mother, the love and vitality I feel from you inspire me to love you and cherish you even more."
"Let me say a few words too," Grandma Liang Wanqing then stood up.
"I used to think my life was full of hardships. Losing my husband early and my son in middle age, these successive blows made me lose faith in the future. It was my grandson—you—who, with your love, restored my will to live; and in you, I rediscovered a long-lost passion, awakening my joy as a woman; with your help, I became a mother again; and now, both physically and emotionally, I feel more than 10 years younger, all thanks to my little rascal. Just like a wild goose with grown wings eventually leaving its mother's protection, I am very reluctant to see you leave, but I will silently wait for your return." "I'll always wait for you like a little girl."
Aunt Chen Limei also raised her glass and stood up, continuing her mother's words: "At today's farewell banquet, I finally understand why Mom and Jiang Xue's mother were willing to get pregnant and have a child for you, my little rascal, even in their fifties. I know this almost shows their wholehearted commitment to this May-December romance and their vow to accompany you through life. Today, I've also come to my senses, and I formally ask you—my little lover: let me get pregnant, so that after you leave, there will be something to hold onto, and in the child, I can see your love for me."
The boy's heart was in turmoil as he gazed deeply at his lovers.
The little boy, who used to be used to being spoiled and pampered by his mother, grandmother, aunt, and great-aunt, was now moved by everyone's sincere confession.
He didn't actually have such lofty desires; he was just genuinely devoted to the love between his relatives, never expecting that his passion would change the lives and destinies of his lovers.
At this point, the boy raised his glass and clinked it with each of his family and lovers, saying loudly, "I truly want to tell you that because of your existence, I have everything. It is your selfless dedication that has given me so much true affection. I will show you my love through my actions." For the next several tens of minutes, the men and women poured out their affections to each other, feeding each other sips and glasses, their love overflowing.
[The End]

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