Blood Passion

Upon entering, the sight of the brother and sister covered in blood truly terrified their mother, Ailan.
She frantically circled around Xiaochuan, who was carrying her younger sister, repeatedly exclaiming, "What happened? How could this be?..."
and similar questions. She even tried to take her daughter, Xiaojuan, who was limp and being carried into the alley by her brother, from Xiaochuan's arms.
Xiaochuan stopped his mother's pointless actions, instructing, "Mom, go get a basin of hot water for A-mei's room."
He then carried his sister and ran up the stairs, kicking open the door to her room in the back building.
He tried to put his sister on the bed, but she clung desperately to his neck, crying, "Brother, don't leave me! I'm scared... Brother, hold me tight... Brother... Waaah... Don't leave your sister... Waaah... Hold me tight..."
Xiao Chuan could only hold his sister tightly to his chest, patting her back repeatedly to comfort her, "It's alright, little sister. We're home now, it's safe... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Brother will always be by your side... Brother loves Xiao Juan the most, Brother will always protect you... Don't be afraid..."
Xiao Juan cried, "Brother, don't leave me... Waaah... Never leave me... Hold me... Waaah... We're a family... Only Brother can protect me... Brother... Hold me, don't leave me..."
Xiao Chuan's tears streamed down his face, "Xiao Juan, my dear little sister, Brother will never leave you! Brother will always be by your side... Brother will always hold my sister... We're a family, Brother will always protect my sister!"
At this moment, Xiao Chuan turned around and saw his mother standing blankly at the door with a basin of hot water in her enamel, two streams of hot tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks.
Xiao Chuan composed himself, trying his best to remain calm, and said to his mother in as calm a tone as possible, "Mom, put the hot water on that stool. I'll comfort A-mei, and you can help her wipe herself down so she can get some sleep."
Ai Lan's lips twitched, as if she wanted to cry out.
Xiao Chuan quickly made a gesture, and Ai Lan forced herself to put down the hot water and come to look at her daughter.
"My dear, it's Mom... Don't be afraid, Mom and Brother are here, you're home..."
Xiao Juan's confused eyes met her mother's, and she burst into tears again: "Mom... Waaah... Mom, I'm so scared... Today... If it weren't for Brother... I... I would never... I would never see you again... Mom..."
"Alright... We're all family, don't be afraid... Lie down on the bed quietly, let Mom wipe you down... Keeping Brother hanging on like this won't be enough for him..."
Ai Lan choked back tears as she stroked her daughter's face.
Xiao Juan obediently let her brother gently place her on the snow-white sheets, but still clung tightly to his hand.
Xiao Chuan couldn't bear to pry his sister's hand off, so he sat on the edge of the bed and let her hold it.
Ai Lan wrung out a towel and gently wiped her daughter's face and neck, then unbuttoned her clothes to clean the bloodstains on her chest.
Xiao Juan gradually calmed down under her mother's gentle touch, and even let go of her brother's hand when her mother took off her top.
When Xiao Chuan saw his mother about to take off his sister's vest, which still had bloodstains, he tried to get up to avoid it.
Xiao Juan let out a soft "ooh" while her head was still covered by the vest.
Ai Lan gently said to her son, "Just stay here. Anyway, we're all family, there's nothing to hide."
As she spoke, she glanced at her son, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness and a touch of allure.
Xiao Chuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, so he sat down again and watched his mother take off his sister's vest and bra.
There was a bruise on Xiao Juan's shoulder blade, whether from a fall or a beating, it was unclear.
Below her shoulder blades were full breasts, exceptionally white and smooth; two round mounds stood erect before her, full and rounded, but not very large, probably enough to be grasped in one hand; her nipples were much smaller than her mother's, small pink nipples proudly erect, making one's mouth water...
Although he had caressed these breasts more than once that night, he had never actually looked at them.
Although her breasts were not as large as her mother's, they felt very good, and they must look quite nice.
Xiao Chuan shook his head: What am I thinking? How can I have such inappropriate thoughts about my sister at this time?
But his penis was acting on its own, beginning to swell.
After washing Xiao Juan's upper body, her mother turned her daughter over, and her white and smooth back was presented before Xiao Chuan's eyes.
His sister had a really good figure, with a slender waist and hips forming two beautiful curves.
As her mother unbuttoned the back of her school skirt, pulling down her underwear as well, a round and perky beautiful buttocks were revealed.
Xiao Chuan glanced at his mother's buttocks, tightly wrapped in her cheongsam, facing him, then compared them to his sister's beautiful, bare bottom. He felt that although they were different sizes, both possessed a mysterious allure, making him want to part those rounded buttocks and explore the tempting secrets hidden between them.
Perhaps sensing the burning gaze of her son, Ai Lan's body twitched slightly. She turned back and handed him the towel, instructing him to help her wash it and then change the basin of hot water. The
look in her eyes as she glanced at her son clearly carried a hint of reproach, a hint of shyness, and a hint of anticipation…
Xiao Chuan felt a little guilty under his mother's gaze, not daring to meet her eyes again. He lowered his head, washed the towel, wrung it dry, and handed it to his mother.
Then, as if fleeing, he picked up the somewhat cold basin of water and went downstairs.
When he returned with a new basin of water, his mother had already changed her daughter's underwear.
Not seeing the triangle of flesh that had been soaked in his hands, Xiao Chuan felt a slight disappointment.
Ailan took the towel her son handed her, carefully dried her daughter's body, then put a dry vest on her before covering Xiaojuan with a blanket.
"Sweetie, get some sleep.
You'll be alright when you wake up." "Mom, brother, don't go, stay with me. I'm so worried..."
Xiaochuan stepped forward and gently took his sister's hand, saying, "Xiaojuan, close your eyes and sleep well. Brother will stay with you."
Xiaojuan held her brother's hand, closed her eyes peacefully, and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
Ailan and Xiaochuan silently watched Xiaojuan until her breathing became even.
Seeing her daughter asleep, Ailan beckoned to her son, signaling him to go to the back room.
The back room was originally her daughter Tingting's room.
From there, one could see the head of Xiaojuan's bed.
The mother and son hadn't been face-to-face like this in a long time, and the atmosphere was momentarily awkward.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Chuan spoke, "Mom, it's like this..."
He recounted what had happened that day...
Ai Lan listened silently.
After Xiao Chuan finished speaking, she suddenly covered her face and began to sob silently.
Xiao Chuan panicked and quickly stepped forward, taking his mother's hands and comforting her, "Mom, don't be like this. We're both back safe and sound!"
Ai Lan sobbed softly, "If anything had happened to either of you today, how could I live?! It's so meaningless to live like this. A perfectly good family is like a candle flame in the wind, easily blown out by a strong gust..."
"No, Mom. We're a light bulb, not a candle or an oil lamp anymore. We can't be blown out..."
Xiao Chuan pressed down on his mother's shoulders, trying to dispel her sadness with a joke.
"You can't blow it out, and you can break it. Life is as fragile as a light bulb,"
Ai Lan said softly. Xiao Chuan thought of what happened that afternoon. At the time, he had only acted on impulse and hadn't felt any danger, but now, thinking about it calmly, he felt a chill. A touch of sadness welled up in his heart. But he still comforted her, "Mom, don't think too much. Aren't we both doing well now?"
Ai Lan felt her legs go weak and her body go limp.
She leaned against her son's shoulder: "Xiao Chuan, don't be so stubborn. Think about your father, and think about your wife. Your father may not say anything, but Tingting's mother is only a few years old, not even twenty yet. She could be gone in a flash. Sometimes life seems so meaningless. Getting married, having children, your son and daughter getting married, then becoming a grandmother... decades pass by in a flash. And who knows what hardships await in between..."
Xiao Chuan hugged his mother's shoulder, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair oil, and sincerely expressed his thoughts: "Mom, don't think so much. Don't worry unnecessarily." "It's not worth ruining your health. We're just ordinary people. As long as we make the most of today, enjoy ourselves, and don't force ourselves to do things we don't want to do, that's fine. As for the future... let God decide."
Ailan lowered her head and leaned on her son's shoulder, not even looking at his face, and sighed, "Ah... you're right, Xiaochuan. Hug your mother, she really wants a chest to lean on..."
Then, in an almost inaudible voice, she continued, "...like that night..."
Xiaochuan silently opened his arms and embraced his mother's slender waist, pulling her into his arms.
Ailan also hugged her son's broad body tightly, gently rubbing his strong back.
Mother and son embraced silently...
It was the end of May, and the weather in Shanghai was starting to get warm.
Ailan was dressed very lightly.
Xiaochuan, while washing himself, had already taken off his torn outer clothes and shirt, wearing only a cotton undershirt.
Through the thin fabric, Xiaochuan could clearly feel his mother's high, firm breasts pressing tightly against his chest; he could even feel her already hardened nipples.
He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss his mother's ears and temples, his hands slowly caressing her back.
From the strap to the elastic band of her panties, even through the fabric, it felt as if he were touching his mother's naked body.
He began to feel aroused, his lower body swelling.
Ailan's breathing quickened.
Xiaochuan could clearly feel the intense heaving of his mother's breasts against his chest.
Ailan, whose face had been buried in her son's shoulder, lifted it up, pressing her beautiful, now burning cheek against her son's handsome face.
"Hold me tight, son. Hold your mother tight..."
Ailan murmured these words from her fragrant lips.
Xiaochuan's hands tightly embraced his mother's body, holding her close and kneading her breasts.
The mother's breasts swayed and twisted against her son's chest, her buttocks rose and fell in his hands, his penis pressed against her lower abdomen, and Ailan let out a soul-stirring moan…
The string of reason was about to snap; mother and son were drowning in a sea of desire.
“Uh, no…”
Xiaojuan’s voice interrupted their physical communication.
The two separated as if electrocuted, simultaneously looking into Xiaojuan’s room.
Xiaojuan lay quietly on the bed with her back to her mother and brother, mumbling a string of sleep-talking words.
They exchanged a glance, and both mother and son breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on their faces.
Ailan was a little embarrassed, not daring to meet her son's eyes again. She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word; her cheeks flushed red.
Seeing his usually dignified and generous mother now with her rosy cheeks and shy, hesitant expression, like a young girl in love, Xiaochuan felt his appetite surge again, wishing he could immediately carry his mother to the bed and devour her, enjoying all the bliss of the world.
But for some reason, he just couldn't muster the courage to immediately ask his mother for sex.
Although he knew that while his mother wouldn't be as proactive as his sister had that night, he knew that with a little force, she would surely succumb! His mother's
desire was already aroused!
But the mother-son relationship seemed like an invisible wall blocking his heart!
Although he dared to be intimate with his mother, dared to be indecent with her, he dared not take that
final step to possess her body! It was an age-old taboo—the taboo of incest.
He would commit incest in his mind.
After that night, he would masturbate thinking about his mother, fantasizing about penetrating her mouth, thrusting into her vagina, thrusting into her anus, making her lose her mind, making her drip with lust, making her moan uncontrollably…
making her pregnant, carrying his—his own son's flesh and blood, the fruit of incest…
However, in the real world, he retreated before that forbidden red line.
His mother was, after all, his mother!
(A Shanghainese curse: 'Fuck your mother's vagina!') "
It's about having sex with someone else's mother.
What about having sex with your own mother?
" Ailan murmured, "Xiaochuan, Mom is probably too... You wouldn't look down on your mother, would you?"
"Mom, what are you saying?! You're my closest relative, how could I look down on you? We're family, it's only natural for family members to love each other..."
Xiaochuan paused, then mustered his courage to continue, "Mom, you know, I love you the most, and it's not just a son's love for his mother..."
Ailan raised her hand and covered her son's mouth: "Don't say anymore, Xiaochuan. As your mother, I know what's been on my mind these days. From childhood, you've been my precious darling, and now you're the pillar of the family, and now you're the one I love most... most..." "...My beloved..."
As if unable to bear her son's burning gaze, Ailan turned away and nestled into his arms, softly saying, "I know what you've been thinking lately... ever since that night. And why has the house been so gloomy lately, why is Xiaojuan so dejected, attending political activities she's never been interested in? I long to go back to the days before that night, when everyone was happy and carefree. But... I also love that feeling... that feeling I've never had before... that makes my heart race..."
"Mom..."
Xiaochuan hugged his mother's waist from behind, gently resting his chin on her shoulder.
Ailan stroked her son's hands and continued, "You don't know, since that day, I haven't been able to sleep every night..."
"Mom, me too..."
Xiaochuan kissed his mother's white neck tenderly.
Ailan trembled slightly, let out a groan, and continued, "You probably didn't just do it for your mother, did you? I heard the sounds you and your siblings made that night."
"Mom..."
Xiaochuan was a little embarrassed.
Ailan smiled and continued, "I don't blame you. You're young, and it's not like I'm bothered by the girls. Sigh... If I were a traditionalist, things wouldn't have turned out this way. I really admire you for staying up all night and not doing anything inappropriate to Amei. It's just that Xiaojuan suffered, and you suffered too..."
"Mom, you suffered too. You were only in your twenties when Dad passed away. And you two were so loving..."
"We made it to this day. Who knew I'd give birth to a devil like you... You've ruined us!"
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. I've always respected and cared for women, and I've never hurt any woman."
"The more you do that, the more you ruin us, ruining Amei, ruining..."
Ailan's heart pounded, and she couldn't continue.
Xiaochuan continued, "And ruining Mom too..."
"You old hag..."
Ailan's face turned even redder. "I'm always afraid... but the more afraid I am, the less I can bear to part with you... I can't bear to part with my bad son..."
"Your son can't bear to part with Mom either..."
Xiaochuan's hand tightened again.
Ailan let out a comfortable groan: "Today's events have made me think a lot. You're right, we're all family... family should love each other. It's just that Mommy is still hesitant... I need to think about it... if it were me and you, my son... it would be a bit too scary, wouldn't it?"
Xiaochuan's desire was aroused by his mother's words, and his penis was hard and pressed against his mother's buttocks.
Ailan seemed oblivious, only her buttocks twitching slightly, seemingly enjoying the sensation: "You and Xiaojuan are alright... Just be careful, she'll be able to get married eventually... Go and comfort her later. Let things take their course... I'll bring you dinner."
"Mom..."
Xiaochuan murmured emotionally, his arms tightly wrapped around his mother's body, "You're so good! I don't know what good fortune my sister and I accumulated in our past lives to have such a wonderful mother!"
His penis was already quite thick and hard, pressing tightly against his mother's buttocks, moving up and down with his movements as he held her, only a thin layer of silk separating them.
Accompanied by his rapid breathing, his hands vigorously rubbed his mother's abdomen.
Ailan couldn't take it anymore and forcefully broke free from her son's embrace: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around. I said I was going to cook dinner, it's almost five o'clock. Go and keep your sister company."
After saying that, she turned back and smiled sweetly.
That fleeting moment of charm was a thousand kinds of tenderness and ten thousand kinds of allure, a mixture of anger, joy, sorrow, and shyness...
Xiao Chuan was mesmerized—this was the true woman, the allure and charm of a truly mature woman... After
his mother went downstairs for a while, Xiao Chuan finally came to his senses and slowly entered his younger sister Xiao Juan's room.

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