[Heart Knot]

(I)

Huang Zhiwei had never met his mother, only knowing that her name was "Zhang Cai'e". His father had
cursed her in a drunken stupor, saying that she was dead and that even if she wasn't, he would kill her. Perhaps because of the deep hatred,
there wasn't a single photograph of her in the house, and even things related to her were removed or
deliberately ignored. Huang Zhiwei's impression of his mother was only based on imagination and a vague image in his dreams.

Sometimes his father couldn't help but complain about the past, always with gritted teeth and endless anger, and he mostly used terms like
"stinking old woman" and "bastard!" to describe her, never using "your mother" or "your mother" to
address her , and never even mentioning her name, which shows the hatred in his father's heart.

According to Huang Zhiwei's father, during the period when he was born, his father failed in business, losing all
his savings and accumulating a lot of debt. He had initially thought his youth was his greatest asset, and that with mutual support and cooperation
, he and his wife could still rebuild their lives. However, his mother, unwilling to suffer alongside his father, cruelly abandoned their infant son,
less than a month old, and ran away with her disheartened husband. Later, Huang Zhiwei secretly
gleaned fragments of the past from relatives, piecing together what he learned: his mother had run off with a man, only to be abandoned,
leading to a suicide attempt, and ultimately, her whereabouts became unknown.

These successive misfortunes left his father disheartened, and he took his young son to Taipei,
partly to escape the pain and avoid being reminded of his past, and partly because there were more job opportunities in the metropolitan area—after all,
life had to go on.

On the surface, Huang Zhiwei seemed to have grown accustomed to life without his mother; when discussing his family situation, he
always said that his mother had passed away. But deep down, he yearned for maternal love. Whenever he saw an older, kind
woman , he would silently call her "Mom," and sometimes he almost couldn't resist throwing himself into her arms
, enjoying the warmth of maternal love. On the other hand, Huang Zhiwei couldn't let go of his mother's malicious abandonment, which
extended to a distrustful attitude towards love and marriage.

In Huang Zhiwei's heart, his mother's image became a combination of angel and demon, like positive and negative poles existing simultaneously
in a magnetic field.

Perhaps these hidden contradictions and impulses could be explained, but as Huang Zhiwei grew older, his
longing for family and love changed. He began to like mature women but wouldn't actively seek out girlfriends
of similar ; even his mother frequently became the object of his erotic fantasies. Whenever he woke up, the sticky wetness
in his groin confirmed the images of his mother being wantonly violated in his dreams, always making him feel deeply guilty and inexplicably confused.

Huang Zhiwei understood perfectly well, as if looking at himself in a mirror, that having this mindset was wrong
and abnormal; yet he couldn't break free from it.

It was a knot in his heart. The so-called

"Appadocia" rental suites are characterized by their fully

equipped bathrooms, furniture, and appliances; as long as one isn't too picky, one can move in immediately. Although these suites are small—just enough space to barely turn around after placing a bed and a wardrobe—they are very affordable for single people who just need a place to stay. Prostitutes especially love these suites; besides living there themselves, they occasionally bring clients back for " rest ," allowing them to earn extra money saved on hotel expenses without worrying about police raids. At the end of the narrow alley stood an apartment building. In one of the suites on the fourth floor, the sounds of hurried breathing and rhythmic thrusting filled the room with a decadent atmosphere. Despite the chillingly strong air conditioning, Xiaowei and Mengna were entangled together, both drenched in sweat. Normally, the transaction between a client and a prostitute involves one party selling their body for profit, while the other pays for sexual gratification— a mutually agreeable exchange. However, Xiaowei and Mengna's relationship was different. Their interaction was more intense, more passionate, and even revealed a deep affection between them. What was even more surprising was that Xiaowei was a young man in his early twenties, while Mengna was a woman in her forties. This contrasted sharply with the typical client's desire for younger women, making it truly difficult to understand. "...Sister Mona...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Wei pressed down on Mona, thrusting his hips with all his might. His heightened emotions made all his muscles tense, veins bulging. From the density and texture of his muscles, one could almost imagine that his penis must also be as hard as a steel rod . "...So good...feeling...Sister Mona...hmm...I love you...mmm..." Mona bent her knees and supported her lower body, twisting and turning in sync with Xiao Wei's movements, fully enjoying the pleasure brought by the strong pressure and heavy impact. "...Ah...again...ah...brother Wei...so beautiful...so beautiful...mmm...mmm...harder... again ...ah...again...mmm..." If it were any other customer, the skilled Mona would only need to slightly raise her breath, let her vagina squeeze and suck, and sway her hips a couple of times, and the customer would be unable to resist and finish. Her sisters used to joke, "...Mona only needs to count 3, 2 , 1... and you have to come out... It takes her two or three minutes to take off her pants, but less than a minute to penetrate ..." If the Guinness World Records had one, Mona would definitely hold the record. Mona knew she was getting older and couldn't compare to younger, hot girls, especially with the recent trend of mainland Chinese girls, Korean girls, Filipino girls, and even students using the guise of compensated dating to try and get a piece of the pie. Life getting harder and harder, and to make ends meet, she had to lower her prices or use her skills to save time and take on more clients. However, Mona never used this "special ability" on Xiao Wei. At most, she would just gently wiggle her vaginal walls to make him feel better, not to force him to ejaculate. And Xiao Wei wouldn't disappoint her, relying on

Perhaps without Xiaowei's reminder, Mona knew from the way his penis was throbbing inside her vagina that he was about to ejaculate.
Despite being almost completely exhausted, she still managed to pull herself together, twisting her waist to guide his penis
to her sensitive areas, hoping they could both reach their peak of pleasure simultaneously.

"...Oh...good...mmm...yes...harder...ah...come on...mmm...shoot as much as you can...shoot it out
..."

Mona thrust her hips upwards, making Xiaowei rise and fall like a ship without a rudder:

"...Brother Wei...come on...mmm...shoot it all into...ah...sister..."

"...ah...ah..."

Xiaowei gritted his teeth, his whole body convulsing with each spurt of semen. Because the glans was pressed tightly against the end of
the vagina , the semen had no room to remain, immediately turning into a warm stream that enveloped his penis and
flowed out through the gaps into the vaginal opening. His penis felt warm; his heart was full of satisfaction.

"...Mmm...Mmm..."

Mona once again experienced a rare orgasm from Xiao Wei. Her tense muscles suddenly relaxed
, and she collapsed beneath him, drenched in sweat.

Xiao Wei lay there like a limp rag, his head resting on Mona's shoulder and neck. Although his face was still flushed, he wore
a blissful and tender expression. In fact, this was the moment Xiao Wei had longed for most. The previous teasing
, lingering passion, and climax seemed to have been merely a process to create this moment. What he craved was to nestle in his mother's arms like
a baby , enjoying that maternal care and tenderness.

Having spent many years in the sex industry, Mona had seen all sorts of people, and
had encountered even the most perverse sexual fetishes. Of course, there were many young men who preferred to sleep with older women; but
Xiao Wei consistent and exclusive patronage of her was something that piqued her curiosity.

Mona gently stroked Xiaowei's head and asked softly,

"Xiaowei, tell me, do you prefer to have sex with older women?"

"Mmm!"

Xiaowei seemed reluctant to move and answered lazily.

Mona then asked,

"Have you been with other women... like older women like you, Mona?"

"Um... several... they were all soliciting customers on the street..."

Xiao Wei's tone was surprisingly calm.

"But since I met you, Mona, I haven't been with anyone else..."

"Why is that..."

Mona guessed that Xiao Wei must be captivated by her skills in bed, and asked with a hint of pride,

"Is it because my skills are better than theirs?"

"No..."

Xiao Wei was so honestly adorable that he wouldn't even offer a false compliment.

"I don't know why, I just feel a kind of indescribable feeling towards you, like an old friend or family member I've
known for many years."

Mona recalled the first time she met Xiao Wei, when she noticed his furrowed brows and preoccupied appearance, which
aroused her pity, and thus she was particularly attentive to his needs. Perhaps it was that wholehearted immersion
that brought Xiao Wei an indescribable pleasure, and even Mona herself experienced a rare orgasm. All these factors, both
near far, made their relationship seem more than just that of a client and a prostitute; they were more like friends, even
siblings, caring for and loving each other, which surprised Mona somewhat.

"So you mean you like me..."

Mona noticed Xiaowei's somewhat dejected expression and wanted to lighten the mood. She first inhaled deeply, causing
the walls of her vagina to contract and relax, gripping the still-erect penis inside her. She teased,

"So you like older women? Are you lacking maternal love?"

"...Yes...yes..."

Xiaowei said earnestly, his face filled with sorrow,

"My mom...is gone...I've never met her. I long to be like everyone else, to have a mother who loves me
..."

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you...but..."

Mona had only meant it casually, but she had inadvertently touched on Xiaowei's deepest feelings. She quickly apologized and comforted
him.

"I've always felt you were unhappy, so there are some things I have to say, whether you like it or not. You
're all grown up now. Even though your mother isn't around, you should learn to take care of yourself and
plan your future. The more you dwell on things, the less it will help you. I think even if your mother were watching from heaven, she
wouldn't want to see you like this. So if you miss her and love her, don't let her worry about you."

"I know! Thank you… but…"

Xiaowei said shyly,

"But… I really want to treat you like my mother… so you can love me like a mother…"

"Hey!"

Xiaowei's naiveté made Mengna both laugh and cry. She feigned anger, saying,

"So you miss your mother, but you just want to sleep with her… Even if I were willing to be your mother, how could you, as
her son, sleep with her? Isn't that incest?!"

"This… that…"

Mengna's teasing left Xiaowei flustered, stammering in his defense.

"Then you can be my...my sister..."

Mona laughed heartily.

"Hehe! Sisters can't do this or that either!"

"Hey! You're kidding me..."

Xiao Wei suddenly realized that Mona was deliberately teasing him, and immediately retaliated by acting spoiled:

"I don't care, whether you're Mom or sister, I want you all the same..." As

he spoke, he propped himself up, thrusting his hips and pumping his penis in and out again.

"Help..."

Mona, still childlike, joined in the commotion, her feigned struggle matching Xiao Wei's movements. She knew that this
half-hearted , coy approach would only increase her partner's interest:

"Help! My son's doing his mother...no...!"

Xiao Wei's enthusiasm indeed surged, and he thrust even more vigorously. Perhaps, subconsciously, he truly harbored incestuous
and lewd tendencies:

"...Mom...I want you...mmm...I want you...mmm...I...I really want...mmm...you...don't leave...
me...mmm..."

"Oh...oh..."

Xiao Wei's thick penis seemed to satisfy Mengna's needs, and with each powerful thrust, he reached deep
inside, causing her to involuntarily twist her waist and sway her hips, moaning and panting without any pretense.

"Mmm...Wei'er...Ah...It's broken...Ah...It's through...Oh...So comfortable...Wei'er, you...Are really good...You
're fucking me...Mmm..."

Xiao Wei's penis was enveloped in the warm, wet vagina, and in his hazy state, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was a fetus, curled up in his
small body, protected and nourished by his mother's womb. In his
hazy state, he also felt as if he had encountered his mother whom he had missed day and night, and he released all the emotions that had been pent up inside him.

A pair of imaginary mother and son, venting the beastly desires hidden deep in their hearts through fantasy, their lewd words mixed
with calls for their mother, would really make an unsuspecting person think that they were a mother and son, engaging in incestuous acts.

Perhaps only in this situation could the knot in Xiao Wei's heart be untied.

(II)

Huang Zhiwei was the envy of everyone in the company. He had become a business manager in just over a year
, but behind his back, gossip swirled that he had only gotten promoted through nepotism. It was said that Huang Zhiwei
was . Once he married the boss's only daughter, he would not only be the business manager,
but he would also eventually own the entire company. This kind of good fortune, allowing him to skip thirty years of hard work, was truly enviable
and made people jealous.

In fact, Huang Zhiwei's relationship with Qiu Yulin and their discussion of marriage were not, as others claimed, due to
Huang Zhiwei's desire to climb the social ladder. Rather, it was Qiu Yulin who had taken a liking to him and pursued him successfully. There was a
secret behind this.

Qiu Yulin, this wealthy young lady, had been pampered since childhood, like a precious jewel held in her parents' hands.
As she grew up, she became even more willful and unrestrained, and most of her close boyfriends couldn't tolerate her temper and broke up with her. When Qiu Yulin first
saw Huang Zhiwei applying for a sales position at the company, she was immediately attracted to his melancholy eyes and robust physique
, like a steed inevitably tamed by Guan Yu.

Initially, Huang Zhiwei didn't even glance at Qiu Yulin. Partly, he was mindful of his status and
dared not harbor any improper thoughts; partly, he simply wasn't interested in such a young woman.
A pampered young woman, accustomed to being the center of attention, could tolerate not receiving flattering praise, but such indifference was unbearable
, especially since he was the man she secretly loved! Therefore, Qiu Yulin
actively plotted to make Huang Zhiwei fall for her charms.

At first, Qiu Yulin frequently visited the company under various pretexts, seeking opportunities to get close to Huang Zhiwei, even if it was just
a few words of concern. Huang Zhiwei wasn't naive; he was aware of Qiu Yulin's advances, but maintained his
usual cold attitude. Although he had once felt lustful desire for her, he
always —to put it bluntly, there was no spark of love.

Six months after Huang Zhiwei joined the company, a staff dinner was held. After the dinner,
Qiu Yulin suggested everyone go to a karaoke bar. After karaoke, Qiu Yulin pretended to be slightly drunk and asked
Huang Zhiwei to drive her home. Huang Zhiwei, of course, was unaware of Qiu Yulin's ulterior motives and readily agreed to be
her protector .

Once in the car, Qiu Yulin only mumbled the address before dozing off, secretly delighted that she
finally had a chance to get what she wanted. Huang Zhiwei drove to the suburban mountain according to the address. When he arrived at Qiu Yulin's villa,
he found the gate locked and no one answered the doorbell. He decided to go all the way and try
to wake Qiu Yulin, but she acted convincingly, pretending to be unconscious. Huang Zhiwei had no choice but to
search her purse, take the key, open the door, and then half-carry, half-help her into the house.

Qiu Yulin walked unsteadily, clinging tightly to Huang Zhiwei. Her soft, delicate body, the scent of a young girl, her loose
clothes, the accidental touch… all of these things made his heart flutter with embarrassment, but he suppressed his impulses and let
Qiu Yulin sit on the sofa.

"...Thank you... Zhiwei..."

Qiu Yulin murmured in a drunken stupor.

"...I...I'm so thirsty...Could you...pour me a glass of water...?"

"Okay!"

Huang Zhiwei hurriedly went to pour the water. When he turned around, what came into view was an alluring sight.
Qiu Yulin's top was completely unbuttoned, her pink floral bra half-open, revealing her flawless white breasts and
abdomen . Her skirt was rolled up to her hips,
and her panties and stockings, thin as cicada wings, could not conceal the dark pubic hair between her legs, which seemed slightly damp.

Huang Zhiwei wasn't exactly a saint or a paragon of virtue. He was immediately aroused by the suggestive display of infidelity,
but hesitated, unwilling to overstep his bounds. He pondered, "Perhaps I could take advantage of this... but
... what if Qiu Yulin, after waking up, is unwilling to accept the humiliation and pursues the matter? That would be disastrous... It's better to spend money to find a prostitute to settle
things, to avoid trouble..."

"If... if there's nothing else, I'll be going..."

Huang Zhiwei handed Qiu Yulin the tea and hurriedly said goodbye, eager to find a prostitute to quell his aroused desires
.

"You should rest early too!"

"I... I'll see you out..."

Qiu Yulin prepared to use her final move. She struggled to her feet, but swayed precariously.

"No need... ah..."

Seeing this, Huang Zhiwei quickly reached out to help her, but before he could finish his refusal, Qiu Yulin pulled him, causing him to
lose his balance and both of them to fall onto the sofa.

The fall seemed minor, a fleeting scare, but Huang Zhiwei
was deeply shaken. He had fallen face-first onto Qiu Yulin, his head nestled precisely
between her breasts. The soft touch and her rich fragrance nearly overwhelmed him.
Even worse, Qiu Yulin didn't scream; instead, she gently stroked his back.

"...Zhiwei...do you know...I really like you..."

Qiu Yulin's voice was full of grievance, evoking immediate pity.

"...But...you don't...ignore me...why...why..."

"...I...I..."

Huang Zhiwei, who had been busy apologizing,
suddenly felt a surge of tenderness upon hearing Qiu Yulin's confession. His initial hesitation vanished, replaced by pity for her hurt and gratitude for her love, sparking a new flame of affection within him.
His heart was filled with countless emotions, yet he didn't know where to begin. Perhaps only actions could express them, for in such situations
, silence often speaks louder than words.

Huang Zhiwei's suppressed emotions gradually began to unfold, especially when Qiu Yulin gently stroked the back of his head.
It felt as warm and comforting as lying in his mother's arms. He gently kissed Qiu Yulin's bare
breasts, breathing in the rich scent of milk, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin.

"...Ah...no...no...ah...it itches..."

Qiu Yulin felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Although it was a little unbearable, she couldn't bear to resist the pleasure of the caressing.

Huang Zhiwei's face rubbed against her, pushing open her bra and letting Qiu Yulin's firm breasts sway freely
. Then, he grabbed them with both hands and opened his mouth without hesitation to suckle the hard, swollen nipples, like
a , eagerly absorbing the nutrients from the mother's body.

"Ah...mmm...mmm..."

Waves of electric-like tingling sensations made Qiu Yulin, who had been feigning intoxication, truly intoxicated this time. Her body writhed like a water
snake ; her legs rubbed against Huang Zhiwei's sides.

"Oh...so good...mmm...suck harder...mmm...ah...don't bite...ah..."

"Hoo...mmm...tsk tsk...mmm..."

Huang Zhiwei smacked and licked her breasts in turn, so busy that he barely had time to breathe. The remaining kiss marks and
saliva made her already delicate skin look even more radiant. Although it was just a casual act, not
foreplay to arouse desire, it effectively fueled Qiu Yulin's lust, causing her to unabashedly display her lewdness
.

Qiu Yulin wrapped her legs around Huang Zhiwei, twisting her hips and waist to her heart's content, letting her protruding mons pubis
rub . What of the image of a wealthy young lady? What of feminine modesty? It seemed all had been cast aside, leaving only
the wild and unrestrained nature of her primal instincts.

Huang Zhiwei's kisses gradually expanded, moving from her pink neck to her cheeks and lips, but his hands still
lingered, gently caressing and kneading her firm breasts, even rubbing her nipples with his fingers,
as if the purpose of his trip was solely to this.

The kisses, both gentle and unrestrained, brought Qiu Yulin immense pleasure and excitement, but the heat flowing down her lower abdomen
not only soaked her vulva but also created a tingling, numbing sensation inside her vagina, making her deeply crave
Huang Zhiwei's most prized possession—his hard penis—to satisfy her desires.

Qiu Yulin's hands reached down to Huang Zhiwei's lower abdomen, groping. His crotch was already bulging
like a tent from his engorged penis; even through the fabric, she could still feel its throbbing and
burning heat .

The sheer size of Huang Zhiwei's penis astonished Qiu Yulin.
It was worlds apart from her previous boyfriends with whom she had shared intimate moments, especially its steel-like hardness—something those lustful
playboys could never match.

Qiu Yulin, overjoyed, hurriedly unzipped Huang Zhiwei's pants and reached inside.
When her skin touched his penis, she immediately grasped it and began to play with it. Huang Zhiwei, as if only now
realizing the truth, understood that women were more than just alluring and fun with their breasts. He then
moved her thighs, finally pressing and kneading her vulva with his palm.

"Oh... um... Zhiwei... so... comfortable... um..."

Qiu Yulin's vulva was being pressed, her labia rubbing against each other, making her panting increasingly disordered and her moans
increasingly unrestrained:

"... um um... harder... ah um... so good... again... again... um um... no... no... stop... um ah..."

Huang Zhiwei's hand squeezed into the waistband of Qiu Yulin's panties, playing with the tender flesh of her labia with his fingers, even
shallowly probing half a finger joint deep into her honey hole. The sticky wetness spread all around her crotch, also wetting Huang Zhiwei's
hand, making his hand slippery even in the narrow space, but the soaked panties were
an obstacle , making him want to remove them as soon as possible.

Under Huang Zhiwei's caresses, Qiu Yulin's emotions seemed to have reached the point of being out of control. She took out his penis from
her crotch, grasped it and quickly stroked it, almost pleadingly murmuring:

"...Give it to me...Zhiwei...faster...umm...I want it...oh...umm...faster, fuck me...I...I want you...ohm
..."

Qiu Yulin's lewd temptation, coupled with the stimulation of his penis being rubbed, made Huang Zhiwei unable to restrain himself any longer. He didn't
even bother to take off his pants. He frantically tore Qiu Yulin's panties and stockings, spread her legs,
and thrust his hips into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...mmm...so big...mmm...I...I can't take it anymore..."

Qiu Yulin felt the thick, hard penis, as if it were carrying an irresistible force that made it hard to breathe. It had only just
squeezed in the head of the penis when her vagina began to swell. But the masochistic pleasure was unprecedented:

"...mmm...oh...slower...ah...mmm...good...good...mmm..."

"Huff...mmm...huff..."

Huang Zhiwei struggled to push in slowly. If it weren't for the lubrication of the vaginal lubrication, he might have
been unable to move. But the tightness of the vagina made his sensations particularly intense,
more exciting than with the prostitutes he had previously slept with.

Apart from today, Huang Zhiwei's previous sexual partners were
all . Although he had tried a few times to try something new, with a young girl, he found it uninteresting. The worst time was when he almost
couldn't get an erection. The reason, he thought, was because she wouldn't let him touch her breasts. He always felt a liking for
touching breasts, not because he enjoyed frivolous actions, but because a woman's breasts gave him a sense of security,
a comforting warmth that soothed his soul. A serendipitous coincidence perfectly suited his desires; Huang Zhiwei used Qiu Yulin
's breasts to unlock the barrier between them, allowing him to indulge himself freely.

"Mmm...hmm...mmm...ah..."

Qiu Yulin felt her entire lower body go numb; all the pleasurable sensations concentrated and pierced her very bones
, causing her moans to rise:

"...Oh...Zhi...Zhiwei...I...mmm...no...ah...mmm..."

Huang Zhiwei slowly thrust in and out, savoring the intense stimulation of his penis
rubbing . He seemed to sense Qiu Yulin's unbearable yet unwilling-to-refuse state
; this self-sacrificing maternal quality moved him a thousand times more than the physical pleasure
. Huang Zhiwei could only respond with a sense of gratitude and reciprocation, repaying him with even gentler and more considerate actions.

"...Ah...Zhi...Zhiwei...Mmm...So full...Mmm..."

Qiu Yulin didn't regret her actions, despite risking being seen as promiscuous, but she was annoyed at herself for being so weak-
willed and acting so lewdly. After all, she still hoped to make a good impression on Huang Zhiwei. All she could do now was...
She could only try to suppress her obscene moans:

"Mmm...mmm...ohmm..."

Qiu Yulin's vagina was as vast as the heavens and the earth, as resilient as flowing water. At first glance, it seemed as wide as a sword with a narrow sheath, but in fact,
it quickly adapted to the enormous thing deep inside her. Huang Zhiwei's thick penis not only went all the way in, hitting her clitoris,
but also moved and swirled with ease.

Because Huang Zhiwei had been so eager to insert it from the beginning, he hadn't bothered to take off his pants. Although only his penis was exposed
outside his pants, and his scrotum was still stuck inside, it didn't really hinder his movements. However, the zipper on his pants frequently rubbed against the tender flesh of her labia during
the thrusting , making Qiu Yulin feel a little stinging and uncomfortable. But this kind of
stimulation, which made her afraid of being hurt, gave her a different kind of masochistic pleasure.

"...Ah...ah...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's..."

Qiu Yulin felt the penis seemingly deep inside her, stirring, especially
the stimulation , causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably, and the love juices caused by the pleasure flowed out in torrents:

"...Ah...I...I...I'm going to die...I'm going to...ah...die...oh..."

The lubrication of the vaginal fluid was like a raging fire; the fire was fueled by the wind, and the penis thrust in and out more and more smoothly, and
the pleasure of the two of them increased higher and higher. Although the two of them were making large and intense movements in the limited space of the sofa,
they seemed to be in no danger of falling, and their cooperation could be described as seamless.

"Ah... Yulin... Ah... I... I'm coming..."

Huang Zhiwei, who rarely uttered obscene words during intercourse except for his heavy panting, frowned and gritted his
teeth growled:

"...Ah... I... I... Hmm... Oh..."

Huang Zhiwei felt a chill run through his body, and his spinal cord felt like it was being pricked by an electric shock. The pleasurable stimulation made
him feel like he was going crazy and losing his mind. He thrust his hips rapidly, making his penis make its final sprint before reaching its end.

"Ah...ah...hmm..."

Qiu Yulin moaned repeatedly, barely able to catch her breath, but the rare pleasure made her
arch her back without hesitation to meet him:

"...hmm...oh...come on...hmm...give it to me...oh oh...give it all to me...hmm...I...ah ah ah...ah hmm
..."

"Hmm...hmm..."

Thick streams of semen shot out like water from a tap, powerful and abundant. Huang Zhiwei's glans
could even feel the force of the semen being blocked and rebounding, so that his penis was completely surrounded by a warm current
.

"Ah...ah ah...hot...ah..."

The repeated orgasms almost made Qiu Yulin faint. Her tense and stiff body suddenly went limp and paralyzed,
but the throbbing in her heart still made her twitch involuntarily.

The two of them lay limp on the sofa, neither of them having the strength to move an inch. Perhaps this was
the moment when their hearts truly merged.

After a long while, Huang Zhiwei remained prone, his head resting on his beloved breast, enjoying the moment

of intimacy. Qiu Yulin, however, broke the silence with a shy tone : "Zhiwei…you've made me so dirty…let's…go…wash ourselves, okay…?" Only then did Huang Zhiwei snap out of his reverie. He had initially felt some regret and remorse, even regretting his impulsive actions . But hearing Qiu Yulin's words, he
sensed only shyness and joy, without any blame or humiliation. Perhaps Qiu Yulin's thinking and behavior were open-minded, and she didn't take romantic sex seriously; however, Huang Zhiwei honestly pondered whether this was merely a sexual game of pleasure or a vow of lifelong commitment. The unpleasant past between his parents constantly reminded Huang Zhiwei that he must never abandon someone he started with. However, this experience also reminded him of the sorrows that come with poverty. With his humble family background, marrying into a prestigious family was a risky endeavor. He couldn't guarantee that Qiu Yulin wouldn't follow in his mother's footsteps, accustomed to luxury but unable to live a simple life with him, ultimately ending up with nothing. Perhaps this was just needless worry, but the deep wound of losing his mother's love had shaped his worldview and caused his current hesitation and struggle. Unaware of his situation, Qiu Yulin, thinking Huang Zhiwei was still lost in ecstasy, got up and generously pulled him towards the bathroom , removing her disheveled clothes as they went. Lost in thought, Huang Zhiwei allowed Qiu Yulin to lead him into the bathroom , truly like a walking, breathing puppet. "Zhiwei...Zhiwei...you..." Qiu Yulin noticed Huang Zhiwei's strange expression and asked repeatedly, "Are you feeling unwell...or do you dislike me...?" "Oh! No...no..." Huang Zhiwei saw tears welling up in Qiu Yulin's eyes and quickly put his hand on her shoulder, comforting her, "I just...feel so...so lucky...to have your love...I'm really grateful...I...I..." Qiu Yulin interrupted Huang Zhiwei and asked, "Then do you love me...tell me!" "I...I..." Although Huang Zhiwei had a good impression of Qiu Yulin, it didn't seem to be love yet, but how could he say the hurtful truth, "I don't love you," now? " I like you! It's just...it's just that I'm afraid of being out of your league..." "Shh... just like me, don't say anything else..." Qiu Yulin was overjoyed, tilting her head playfully as she said, "...Kiss me... Zhiwei..." Huang Zhiwei gently lifted Qiu Yulin's chin, lowering his head to give her a deep kiss, and her reaction was extremely passionate, actively embracing and kissing her deeply, making his body uncontrollably excited again. Now he was in a dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place, only able to take it one step at a time, secretly calculating how to accept the worst outcome. Qiu Yulin gently twisted, letting her sensitive nipples rub against Huang Zhiwei's chest, stimulating their ...The embers of their desire reignited. Their nimble tongues entwined in their mouths, saliva mingling , their bodies swaying slightly, their chests rubbing against each other. The penises sandwiched between their lower abdomens throbbed with excitement from the rubbing. "Mmm..." Qiu Yulin rose on her tiptoes, bringing the penis closer to her vulva; Huang Zhiwei cooperated by bending his knees and lowering , allowing the penis to slide between her legs. The angle of the erect penis allowed the glans to rub back and forth against her pubic hair.

Their hands greedily caressed each other's bodies, their lips and
tongues excitedly licking wherever they touched.

"Ah ah..."

In the lewd atmosphere, Qiu Yulin's urgent desire was pushed to its peak.
Just as the glans was stuck at the opening of her vagina, she lowered herself and swallowed most of the penis. Huang Zhiwei seemed to hear a "sizzle" sound
, and his penis immediately slid passively into her vagina, feeling a surge of warmth again.

Huang Zhiwei hooked Qiu Yulin's right leg with one hand, lifting her body slightly, his lower body and hips moving upwards
in tandem , thrusting in a novel standing position. Apart from being a little more strenuous, without
the restraint of being pinned down, the two could move more freely, and the penis naturally penetrated even deeper.

"Ah...oh...Zhi...Zhiwei...it's so...so deep..."

Qiu Yulin hooked her arms around Huang Zhiwei's neck, tilted her head back, and swayed her upper body wildly, moaning softly:

"...This...ah...too...ah...deep...umm...I can't take it...ah...so good...so...umm...so good
..."

She even wrapped her other leg around his waist, hanging on him.

"Um...Yulin...I'm also...so good...umm..."

Huang Zhiwei held Qiu Yulin's buttocks with his hands, moving up and down in sync with the thrusting of his penis:

"Um...really...ah...so good...Yulin...umm...I love you...umm..."

Qiu Yulin's legs spread wide, her opening wide, making the thrusting much smoother than it had been on the sofa.
Huang Zhiwei seemed to be pouring all his strength into his penis, as if his penis alone could support Qiu Yulin's
body. She resembled a tossed doll, or someone bouncing on a bumpy road.

Their passionate intercourse seemed to have reached a state of ecstasy; they even accidentally turned on the tap,
the cool water from the showerhead spraying onto them, seemingly unable to extinguish their passion.
Slightly more lucid, Huang Zhiwei struggled with a confused state, wary of being seduced by physical allure,
yet unable to resist thrusting forcefully.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Qiu Yulin, experiencing repeated orgasms, seemed to drift into unconsciousness, her body swaying like a wet dough, even her moans too weak
to register.

Looking at Qiu Yulin, who was almost incapacitated, Huang Zhiwei felt a pang of reluctance and pity, but also a
subconscious desire for revenge. A perverse sexual pleasure suddenly arose, and with trembling spasms, he ejaculated his thick semen into
her body.

Whether love develops into a physical relationship or a physical relationship develops into love is incomparable
; which one can last is also a matter of opinion. Because it is an unsolvable knot.

(III)

"Ring...ring..."

"Hello...Mingquan Trading...This is Huang Zhiwei..."

"Zhiwei...it's me..."

The person on the phone was Qiu Yulin's mother, Lin Qiongying.

"Oh! Hello, Auntie..."

Although Huang Zhiwei knew why Lin Qiongying was looking for him, he still asked calmly,

"Is...is there something you need..."

"You and Linlin are getting married, why are you still calling me Auntie..."

Lin Qiongying's voice was kind but slightly worried:

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone...Can you come to my house? I have something to tell you."

"Okay...I'll be right there! Auntie..."

Since Huang Zhiwei and Qiu Yulin had an intimate physical relationship, their romance had been
made public . Whether at the company or on private dates, they always showed a passionate attitude. Qiu Yulin's personality had also
changed a lot because of this. Her previous playfulness and spoiled nature had been greatly curbed. Even her parents were surprised that she had become so well-behaved recently
, which showed how much she cared about and invested in this relationship.

Huang Zhiwei, on the other hand, felt that he didn't love Qiu Yulin as much as she had given him, so he always held a sense of indebtedness and
guilt , trying his best to go along with her wishes in everything. Huang Zhiwei was conflicted.
His feelings for Qiu Yulin weren't quite love, yet he feared losing her and tried his best to cherish their relationship. He treated her with gentleness,
tolerating even her occasional tantrums, only venting to Mengna later
.

However, their backgrounds were worlds apart, resulting in
vastly different . Qiu Yulin was used to luxury, striving for perfection in material possessions, spending lavishly without batting an eye;
Huang Zhiwei, on the other hand, was frugal and wasteful. This disharmony often led to minor, harmless
arguments, but this time, their disagreement over the wedding ceremony and its scale escalated
to the point of near irreparable damage.

Today, Huang Zhiwei suddenly received a call from his future mother-in-law, Lin Qiongying, inviting him to her home to discuss something.
Huang Zhiwei, of course, understood that it was because of their matter, so he went immediately. He really hoped that an elder would step in and help
calm the storm down as soon as possible.

Huang Zhiwei arrived at the Qiu residence with trepidation. His future father-in-law, Chairman Qiu, was not there, but his future mother-in-law, Lin Qiongying
, greeted him warmly, which eased his mood considerably. Huang Zhiwei had initially thought that the Qiu family might be arrogant and domineering,
and that things might end badly, but Lin Qiongying's behavior reassured him
.

Lin Qiongying sat down next to Huang Zhiwei and said kindly,

"Linlin called me last night, crying nonstop, insisting on canceling the engagement. What happened
?"

"It's nothing serious..."

Huang Zhiwei replied, sounding aggrieved.

"It's just a disagreement about choosing a dress and jewelry. The dress Yulin likes costs over ten thousand
, and the diamond ring costs over six hundred thousand. Add to that the suit accessories she picked out for me, and it'll easily cost
over a million. I said it's too wasteful, I can't afford it, and it's unnecessary... Although Yulin said she
could pay for everything, but..."

"Sigh!"

Huang Zhiwei sighed softly, then continued,

"Perhaps such a huge amount isn't much to Yulin, but logically, I should
pay for what I should be responsible for, but I really can't afford it..."

Perhaps Qiu Yulin didn't mean any disrespect, but she unintentionally hurt Huang Zhiwei's pride.

"It's all our fault as parents for spoiling her too much..."

Lin Qiongying, understanding human nature and knowing Huang Zhiwei's predicament, said with a hint of self-reproach,

"That's why Linlin is so immature..."

"However..."

Lin Qiongying changed the subject, continuing,

"I can see that Linlin cares about you a lot. Since she started dating you, she has really changed a lot.
In fact , we admire you very much. You have a good temper, are honest and kind, and work very hard. We are also very happy that Linlin
has found such a good partner. Although we are relatively wealthy, we have never looked down on you
... As long as young people are willing to work hard and strive for progress, that is the best guarantee. Back then, Linlin's father started from
scratch ."

"Thank you, Mom..."

Huang Zhiwei finally understood that his efforts to strive for success had not been in vain, at least he had gained the Qiu family's
approval :

"But, given the current situation, I really can't afford it. It's not right to ask Yulin to pay for it..."

Huang Zhiwei seemed to have gotten stuck in a rut, his ideas so rigid that he couldn't change course.

"We're about to become husband and wife, why distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'? Besides, I only have
one a son to me. In the future, her father's will all belong to you..."

Lin Qiongying's appreciation for Huang Zhiwei seemed more than just polite talk:

"What parent doesn't love their child? And what we do is all for the hope that Linlin can live a
happy life... Actually, I have an idea that can help you solve your problem..."

Lin Qiongying's words, "What parent doesn't love their child?" deeply wounded Huang Zhiwei's heart
. He had been abandoned by his mother and had never felt her love. Hearing Lin Qiongying say she had a way to
help him, he naturally held onto boundless hope and listened attentively.

Lin Qiongying confidently stated her idea:

"I think I can lend you money privately, and you can pay me back slowly later..."

In fact, this was Lin Qiongying giving Huang Zhiwei a way out; whether he would repay the money later wasn't so
important .

"This...this..."

Huang Zhiwei knew that Lin Qiongying wanted to help him, and cleverly protected his self-esteem from being hurt. It was
a well-intentioned effort , but he still hesitated:

"But..."

"Actually, I'm doing this not only for us, but also for Linlin..."

Lin Qiongying didn't hide her selfish motives:

"I can see that Linlin is deeply in love with you, and we also think you are a good man we can entrust our lives to.
As long as Linlin is happy, I'm willing to do anything. Besides, a wedding is a
very important thing for a girl. As long as we can, we should try our best to make it perfect... As the saying goes, a married
daughter is like water spilled. As parents, we should seize this last
chance ..."

Lin Qiongying's words perfectly expressed a mother's love for her children, and Huang Zhiwei felt a sense of
sorrow for his own life. He couldn't help but shed two hot tears. Lin Qiongying was confused by Huang Zhiwei's sudden action
, unable to figure out what she had said wrong to hurt his feelings.

"Zhiwei... what's wrong with you..."

Lin Qiongying asked suspiciously,

"Did I say something wrong? Or is there some other difficulty?!"

"I'm sorry!"

Huang Zhiwei quickly wiped away his tears and explained,

"I... I just envied Yulin for having such a loving mother, and I... I... I..."

He choked up as he spoke, covering his face and weeping.

Lin Qiongying had heard about Huang Zhiwei's mother from her daughter, so she naturally understood why Huang Zhiwei was
so distraught. However, she didn't know how to comfort him, so she gently patted his shoulder and said,

"Zhiwei, I know a little about your mother's situation. I think… I think all parents have the same heart. Your
mother must have had her reasons for doing what she did. And now, no matter where she is, no matter
how she's doing, she must miss you very much."

Huang Zhiwei, though unable to find solace in Lin Qiongying's empty words of comfort, could only nod in gratitude.
Seeing Huang Zhiwei's heartbroken expression, Lin Qiongying couldn't bear it. Her maternal instincts kicked in,
and she naturally and gently hugged Huang Zhiwei, like a loving mother comforting a frightened child.

"Zhiwei...don't be sad..."

Lin Qiongying patted Huang Zhiwei's back and said softly,

"People say a son-in-law is like half a son. If you're willing, I'll treat you like my own son
."

Whether it was a mother-in-law finding her son-in-law increasingly interesting or simply out of affection for him, she seemed quite
sincere.

Deeply moved, Huang Zhiwei's childlike heart was stirred, and he naturally buried his head in Lin Qiongying
's chest, sobbing and convulsing, releasing all his pent-up emotions. Huang Zhiwei's genuine
expression and unintentional actions, though not lewd in any way, were extremely awkward for Lin Qiongying.

Familiar people, unfamiliar contact. Huang Zhiwei's head was pressed tightly between Lin Qiongying's breasts. Although there
were layers of clothing between them, the soft cushioning made Huang Zhiwei feel warm and peaceful; Lin Qiongying, on the other hand, was
blushing, at a loss, and unable to suppress her increasingly wicked thoughts.

Originally, after satisfying his basic needs, her husband, like many others, indulged in extramarital affairs, neglecting his wife. Lin Qiongying
, helpless, turned her attention to her daughter, silently enduring her husband's indifference
and even forgetting the pleasures of intimacy. She never imagined that this
familial calm heart, like a pebble dropped into a still lake.

Huang Zhiwei nestled in his mother's arms like an innocent child, nuzzling and rubbing against her,
seemingly lost in the comfort and security of maternal love.

"Oh!" Lin Qiongying's heart groaned and cried out, struggling between her impolite behavior and her hidden
desires . Undeniably, her emotions were gradually surging: "No... I can't do this... Oh... Hmm..."
Her silent cries couldn't stop the situation from unfolding; but giving up the act of refusal only fueled the growth of her wicked thoughts
: "Maybe... things won't be so bad... it's just simple concern between us... the hug is just
a way of comforting..."

Lin Qiongying tried her best to control her wild thoughts and tried to find excuses to deceive herself; but
Huang Zhiwei was completely absorbed, unable to stop. He not only buried his head deeper, but also expanded the area of his caresses.
She murmured softly, as if in a dream,

"Mom...don't leave me...Mom...I miss you..."

Huang Zhiwei's actions were an incredibly seductive provocation to Lin Qiongying. The
powerful pushed her emotions to the brink of losing control. In her dazed state, she
involuntarily clung tightly to Huang Zhiwei's head, seemingly pushing him away, yet also trying to control him.

"Mmm..."

Lin Qiongying finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Though it was only a soft, needle-like sound, it struck their hearts like a thunderbolt. The sudden awakening from the dream
was accompanied by an unspoken, wicked thought, leaving them momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to continue embracing or separate.
They remained frozen in this position.

In truth, they had already devised a way to defuse the awkwardness, but neither was willing to take the initiative to destroy this
distorted beauty; of course, neither had the strength to resist the temptation of sin. Having finally
awakened from the illusion, they had fallen into another gentle trap.

A rich, perfumed scent assaulted Huang Zhiwei's nostrils. He couldn't bear to look away, and even boldly
reached out with trembling hands to grasp and knead Lin Qiongying's ample breasts. While the middle-aged woman's full breasts weren't
as firm and elastic as a young girl's, they possessed a soft, full texture, like
water balloons , perfectly satisfying his wanton pleasure.

"No…don't…Zhiwei…"

Lin Qiongying gripped Huang Zhiwei's thin hands tightly, but couldn't pry them open;
her words, which should have been angry rebukes, sounded more like encouraging, seductive moans:

"You can't…um…you can't…do this…"

Huang Zhiwei seemed to have lost his mind. Ignoring Lin Qiongying's words, he took advantage of the moment her blouse
loosened as he turned and kissed her exposed breasts. Huang Zhiwei extended his tongue, licking
her fragrant, smooth skin, feeling as if he were savoring a rich, sweet wine. If Huang Zhiwei
had a choice, he would definitely give up Qiu Yulin without hesitation and choose to marry Lin Qiongying instead.

"Hmm...no...don't do this..."

Her husband had kissed her sweetly like this before, but the days had passed so long that Lin Qiongying had almost forgotten that
wonderful feeling. Although things shouldn't be forced now, her growing desire seemed to make it impossible for her
to stop herself from going too far:

"No...no...hmm...hmm..."

Amid Lin Qiongying's half-pushing and half-resisting, Huang Zhiwei stripped off her top and bra.
The nipples on her sagging breasts were already erect and hard with excitement, and the dark brown clitoris stood out against the snow-white skin, like
cherries on a sundae, tempting yet too precious to eat.

Huang Zhiwei gently sucked on Lin Qiongying's nipple, teasing it with his tongue, sometimes even
casually playing with it between his lips and teeth, causing Lin Qiongying to gasp and moan softly. The faint ethical restraint she still held was
gradually blinded by lust, and she succumbed to her carnal desires.

Lin Qiongying's hands also began to boldly caress and explore Huang Zhiwei's body. Apart from her husband, she
had never had such intimate contact with any other man, not even daring to imagine it; yet, facing
the teasing and temptation firsthand, her emotions remained heightened with excitement and tension. The thrill of the crime gave
her an unprecedented excitement, making her addicted and unable to extricate herself. Especially when she
felt , she could almost foresee the pleasure when it entered her body, and her
inner desire immediately transformed into a flowing stream of spring water.

"Oh... Zhiwei... your... thing is so big..."

Lin Qiongying was surprised that she could say such vulgar things, but her mouth
continued :

"...Linlin will be very happy..."

Huang Zhiwei's conflicted feelings made his thoughts chaotic and unstable. At first, he still
saw Lin Qiongying as a positive mother, and even when they were committing an unforgivable incestuous act, he was still gentle and considerate.
However, upon hearing Lin Qiongying say such shameless words, Huang Zhiwei projected the rebellious negative image of his mother
onto her.

In less than a second, Huang Zhiwei's behavior changed completely. He abandoned his gentle and slow movements and roughly
tore off the last remaining clothes on Lin Qiongying's body. The large movements caused Lin Qiongying to lose her balance and fall to the ground.
Although the thick carpet on the ground left her unharmed, this sudden and crazy behavior shocked her.

"Ah... Zhiwei, what are you... ah ah..."

Lin Qiongying exclaimed inexplicably.

"Tear...swish..." Huang Zhiwei's eyes were bloodshot. Without uttering a word, he pressed down on the naked Lin Qiongying, his
buttocks forcing her legs apart, exposing her mature and plump vulva without any cover. Huang Zhiwei only
pulled his pants down to his thighs before thrusting his penis in, his brutal actions showing no tenderness, as if
he were raping her.

"Ah...uh..."

Although Lin Qiongying struggled to resist this rough action, her body was already prepared.
The insertion of the thick penis into her wet vagina was not painful at all, but rather incredibly pleasurable, leaving her
unsure whether to resist or accept it.

"Hmm...hmm..."

Huang Zhiwei pinned Lin Qiongying's hands down, supporting his upper body, and thrust his penis rapidly into her vagina,
sometimes pushing it all the way in, rotating his hips to make the penis churn deep inside her vagina.

"Ah...no...oh...no...ah...you can't do this...ah...I'm your...um...
mother-in-law...um...don't do this...let me...get up...ah...um...get up quickly..."

Lin Qiongying's mindset was also conflicted. On one hand, she felt humiliated and ashamed, and spoke up to stop him; on the other hand, she felt
physical pleasure, and involuntarily twisted her waist to cooperate, and even occasionally thrust her buttocks to let the penis penetrate
deeper.

Huang Zhiwei would sometimes insert his penis deep into her vagina and stir it:

"You are a good mother...a good wife...a good woman...this is a reward for you...um..."

At other times, he would forcefully thrust his penis, as if he wanted to pierce her body with it:

"Hmph...you slut...betraying your husband...betraying your daughter...I will punish you..."

Huang Zhiwei's confused thoughts seemed to make him think of himself as a cold-faced judge holding a reward and punishment decree, and he was only
using his penis to impose punishment and reward.

"Ah...ah...mmm..."

Lin Qiongying felt a dizzying pleasure from this extensive stimulation, a feeling her husband
had never given her before; this feeling further aroused her to become recklessly wanton, twisting her hips and waist even more
intensely:

"Oh... umm... good... umm..."

Huang Zhiwei's violent thrusts caused Lin Qiongying's body to slide up and down continuously, her soft breasts
swaying along with it. The law of inertia also caused her jelly-like breasts to slap against her chest as they changed direction
, making a rhythmic slapping sound.

"Ah... umm..."

Perhaps this violent sexual act suited Lin Qiongying better, making her feel more comfortable when being ravaged and easier
to reach orgasm:

"Ah... ah... good son-in-law... umm... I want to... ah... fly again... ah... flying... ah ah
umm..."

The perverted violence had originally made his penis a little numb and sluggish, but Lin Qiongying's successive orgasms, gushing out
streams of hot, lustful fluid, made Huang Zhiwei feel waves of tingling in his bones. His chaotic brain seemed to explode in an instant
. Before he could react, thick, hot semen rushed out with the force of a thousand horses, filling every corner of her vagina
.

The two who had reached the end first stiffened and convulsed, their bodies pressed tightly together, enjoying
the ultimate pleasure brought by the sexual orgasm, and then went limp and paralyzed like deflated balloons, their panting breaths
overlapping each other. However, it was foreseeable that once their passion cooled, regret and
self-reproach would follow.

It's unclear who first snapped out of their lustful frenzy; Huang Zhiwei gasped, immediately rising
and slumping to the side, staring blankly at the naked Lin Qiongying. At the same time, Lin Qiongying also sat up,
busily gathering her clothes to cover herself. Both regretted what had happened, but neither knew how to clean up the mess,
so they simply lowered their heads in silence.

Their hearts were filled with a complex mix of emotions, their thoughts in disarray. The only excuse they could muster
seemed to be: "...We're not related by blood...we're not incestuous...we're not married, so we're not
mother-in-law and son-in-law..."

Huang Zhiwei murmured, unable to look Lin Qiongying in the eye,

"I'm sorry..."

Although these three words were insufficient to express even a fraction of his remorse and repentance, he truly didn't know
what else to say.

"Sigh! What a tragedy..."

Lin Qiongying sighed softly.

"Let it go... This isn't entirely your fault... I was also at fault... Let's just pretend... let's pretend... it never happened..."

The damage was done, and making a scene wouldn't benefit anyone. There was no other way but
to endure and accept it.

Given the current situation, it seemed the only thing they could do was leave, calm themselves down, and pretend
this foolish thing never happened, then go back to their lives as usual.

Huang Zhiwei, distraught, straightened his clothes, thinking that with this incident, his marriage to Qiu Yulin was definitely off
, his job might be gone, and everything would have to start all over again. It was truly a loss, and he was filled with regret.

"Zhi...Zhiwei...wait a minute...this is a check for one million. Take it first, and we'll talk about it if it's not enough..."

Lin Qiongying reached into her purse, took out the check, and placed it on the table beside her, reminding him again:

"Pretend today's events never happened...don't tell anyone..."

Huang Zhiwei was truly astonished. No matter how he thought about it, he never expected that Lin Qiongying would still
be willing . However, even if Huang Zhiwei was despicable, he still had some self-respect. How could he
have the face to take this money? He could only twist his pained face and say

"I'm sorry!"

before turning away.

Why does fleeting pleasure always have to be accompanied by prolonged pain? Lin Qiongying sat alone,
trying to understand why today's events had unfolded this way. Her thoughts raced. Although she wondered how
she would face her husband and daughter, the lingering pleasure kept resurfacing, and the tender, intimate scenes lingered in her mind
, refusing to leave.

Lin Qiongying felt the lingering filth still flowing, and looking down at the large wet stains on the carpet, she suddenly
felt a flush rise to her face. Lin Qiongying didn't seem to intend to clean up the scene; instead, she relaxed and lay down,
a slight smile playing on her lips.

"...Anyway, today...he won't be coming back either..."

No one knew what Lin Qiongying was thinking; only, vaguely, she seemed to be talking to herself:

"...If he...treated me like Zhiwei...that would be so wonderful..."

Had this knot been untied, or had it become even tighter? No one knew.

(IV)

On the streets at dusk, passersby hurried by, only Xiaowei wandered aimlessly. He
walked for nearly two hours without direction or purpose before suddenly realizing that he had unknowingly walked near Mengna's house again. Perhaps his subconscious
was guiding him here! Xiao Wei often sought out Mengna when he encountered setbacks or frustrations,
perhaps not just for venting, but because he felt that a few words of comfort from Mengna would rekindle his
will to live.

The affair with his future mother-in-law was indeed shocking; perhaps talking to someone to vent his frustrations would improve
his mood . Xiao Wei thought, "Maybe… Mengna is the only one I can confide in…
" He knocked on Mengna's door, yearning for relief.

The goddess's life was mostly chaotic, with days and nights reversed, and Mengna was no exception. Awakened by the knocking, she
cursed the intruder who disturbed her sleep, peeking through the peephole to confirm who it was.

"Huh!"

Although Mona was surprised, her ability to read people told her that Xiao Wei had something on his mind, so she opened the door and
let him in, pretending to be relaxed and saying,

"Oh! You're here to see Sister Mona so early! Did some girl at work get you all fired up and
you came straight here instead of going home?"

As soon as Xiao Wei saw Mona, most of the gloom in his heart disappeared, and he smiled awkwardly and said,

"No..."

He took out a thousand yuan and put it on the table, and continued,

"I just wanted to talk to Sister Mona about what's on my mind."

"Just a chat? Sure..."

Mona handed the money back to Xiao Wei, and then turned and walked towards the bathroom:

"But I just got up, let me wash my face first, and then we can go out to eat together and talk slowly."

Mona had always felt a strong connection with Xiaowei. Although they met through prostitution, their relationship felt like
that of friends or siblings. Since this opportunity presented itself, Mona decided to skip her "business" that day and simply
spend time with Xiaowei to help him relax and unwind, and maybe go for a stroll.

Half an hour later, Xiaowei and Mona were walking hand-in-hand through the bustling night market. Mona was stylishly dressed
and lively, seemingly a decade younger than before. They chatted and joked as they walked, like a perfectly matched couple in love
.

As Xiaowei accompanied Mona shopping, he couldn't help but recall his shopping trips with his fiancée. With his fiancée
, they frequented high-end stores, swiping their credit cards on anything they liked without batting
an eye, no matter the price. With Mona, however, they shopped at roadside stalls, buying cheap goods, but the shopping experience was
far more . Mona browsed the stalls, picking and choosing, constantly asking Xiaowei for his opinions, and then haggling with the vendors
until a sale was made and everyone was happy.

The relaxed and joyful atmosphere made Xiaowei temporarily forget about his unpleasantness. Although he clumsily carried
Mona's put-together purchases, looking ridiculously awkward, the sense of peace and warmth he felt inside brought
a rare smile to his face. Xiaowei even secretly fantasized that if Mona were willing, he would rather
marry her than Qiu Yulin and live such a simple and comfortable life together.

Mona and Xiaowei happily shopped until late at night before returning home. As soon as they entered the door, Mona lay down on the bed, stretched
her arms and legs , and let out a comfortable

"Oh!"

Mona tilted her head and said to Huang Zhiwei,

"I'm so tired! It's been so long since I've had such a great time shopping, thank you!"

"It's nothing! I had a lot of fun too!"

Xiao Wei sat down next to Mona generously and reached out to massage her calves.

"As long as you're happy, Sister Mona, I can go shopping with you every day."

"Oh! You little rascal, you don't learn good things, you're actually trying to use sweet talk. Luckily, I've seen a lot
, I'm not as easily fooled as a little girl; but if you're going to fool a girl, you have to pretend to be sincere, don't put on that sour face
!"

Mona suddenly seemed thoughtful, then asked,

"By the way! You came to see me earlier, didn't you say you had something to tell me?"

"Actually...actually..."

When it came to his worries, Xiao Wei's brows furrowed even more, he found it hard to speak:

"I really don't know if I should say it..."

"Tell me! Whatever it is, it's better to say it than to keep it bottled up inside..."

Mona turned over and rested her head on Xiaowei's lap, clearly ready to listen attentively.

"Maybe saying it will cheer you up."

"Okay, I'll tell you! But I'll only tell you this, you absolutely can't let anyone else know..."

So, Xiaowei
recounted . Of course, the details of their intimate sexual encounter were only briefly mentioned.

"Sigh! How could this happen?"

Although Mona was a womanizer and quite comfortable with matters of the sex world, she
couldn't condone incest. She remembered Xiaowei saying that he lost his mother at a young age, and perhaps his longing for maternal love created another
psychological need and outlet. As the saying goes, "Even the most despicable person has a pitiable side," and perhaps this
perfectly described Xiaowei, so Mona felt sympathy but couldn't bring herself to be harsh.

"Oh! Poor child..."

Mona sat up, gently patting Xiaowei's shoulder, comforting him.

"This isn't entirely your fault. I understand your pain, but since it's already happened
, blaming yourself won't help. It won't help, it'll only make you feel worse. Maybe
, like your mother-in-law said, just forget about it!"

Even psychologists might be at a loss in this situation, let alone Mona. All she could do
was offer words of comfort and encouragement to Xiaowei.

"You're still young, you have a long future ahead of you... Sigh..."

Mona said, suddenly recalling a long-buried, deliberately avoided memory:

"I also made a mistake I'll regret for the rest of my life because of my youthful naiveté, which led to
this situation. Things are never perfect, don't give up or run away because of a little regret..."

"Besides, your mother-in-law didn't blame you..."

Mona tried her best to persuade him, she didn't know why she cared so much about Xiaowei:

"And she even paid for you to overcome your difficulties and get married to her daughter smoothly, which shows she has a lot of
confidence , so you shouldn't disappoint her. As long as you treat her daughter well in the future, it will be a way of repaying her
and repenting."

"But... but..."

Xiaowei seemed unmoved by Mona's persuasion:

"I don't like anyone else, I only like Sister Mona..."

"If you like Sister Mona, you have to listen to Sister Mona..."

Mona was helpless against Xiao Wei's unreasonable stubbornness, so she could only go along with it and say,

"Go marry your fiancée, and Sister Mona will be your mistress, your concubine. You can come and keep
Sister Mona company as long as you want, until you get tired of her... Mmm..."

Xiao Wei seemed unwilling to listen to Mona any longer. Before she could finish speaking, he immediately sealed her mouth with a kiss
and pushed her down onto the bed. Mona's professional instincts
kicked tongue entwining with Xiao Wei's.

The lewd atmosphere spread like wildfire, and Xiao Wei's emotions were quickly reflected in his swollen
penis . His hands greedily caressed and kneaded Mona's body, showing an eager and desireful look.

"Mmm...oh..."

Mona moaned exaggeratedly, writhing. Perhaps she hadn't yet reached the point of desire, but her professional ethics of responding with seven parts of
pleasure seemed unchangeable for the moment.

"Oh...mmm...harder...ah...mmm..."

Mona's captivating moans and teasing were irresistible, making Xiao Wei's lust almost
unleashed . He was so eager that even taking off his clothes seemed clumsy and flustered. Mona, secretly amused, took the opportunity to roll over and straddle
his lower abdomen, saying in a seductive voice with alluring eyes,

"Don't move, let Sister Mona serve you today!"

The battle-hardened Mona even had a set of seductive techniques for undressing. She slowly and deliberately took off Xiao Wei
's shirt, casually licking his chest or nipples, then moving her hands and tongue to lick his navel and lower abdomen.
Lost in the gentle temptation, Huang Zhiwei was unaware that his trousers and underwear had been pulled down until he
felt a tingling, warm sensation in his groin, realizing that his penis was already in Mengna's mouth.

"Mmm... Brother Wei... mmm... your baby is so big... mmm... so hard... mmm..."

Mengna's naked body pressed against Xiaowei's right leg, her lips and tongue swirling around the glans, one hand stroking
his penis , the other hand supporting and caressing his scrotum; her vulva was directly opposite his big toe, and with the movement of her hips,
her big toe passively rubbed against her labia and vaginal opening, her full breasts drooping on both sides of her thighs, rubbing against each other.

Despite the complicated movements described, Mengna performed them with ease and without any hindrance, effectively enhancing
the pleasure and enjoyment of foreplay.

"Oh...oh...Mona...Sister...so good...mmm...I didn't know...mmm...I didn't know...you're so...
good at sucking...ahmm...it makes...me feel so...comfortable...mmm..."

Xiao Wei had never experienced this feeling before. A man actively touching and licking a woman always brings a sense of
exploration and conquest, but it's not as stimulating as being passively manipulated like this.

After some teasing, Mona's desire gradually increased, her vagina became wet, and her lips and tongue moved upwards from
his penis . Her body pressed tightly against Xiao Wei, moving slowly, two steps forward and one step back, causing her breasts
to rub against his body, and her pubic hair to brush against him.

"Wei-di... does it feel good... um..."

As Mona whispered in Xiao Wei's ear, she casually closed her legs, clamping his penis tightly between her thighs.

"Want to be a good boy and listen to your sister Mona...?"

"Um... I want... I want..."

Xiao Wei thrust his hips, still wanting more, muttering to himself, whether indicating he wanted to obey Mona or
begging her to continue:

"Please... Sister Mona... again... Sister Mona... Mom Mona... again... I want more... good sister... good
mom ... let me do it... quickly..."

"Um... good little brother... good son..."

Mona teased him, rubbing his penis against the entrance of her vagina.

"Do you want to put it in my hole... big dick son... do you want to put it in... um..."

"Um... Mom... umm... I want to put it in..."

Xiao Wei felt waves of wet heat stimulating his glans.

"I'll be good... good mommy... I want to insert... I want to do it... mommy... let me do it... I'll do whatever you say... mmm
..."

"Mmm... good son... mommy's coming... mmm..."

Mona held the penis, her buttocks slowly sinking down, the foreskin and labia flipped together, the large glans slowly
squeezing into the vagina:

"Oh... good son... your penis... oh oh... so big... mmm... mommy's... vagina... mmm... being
stretched open ... oh oh... mmm... so good... ah mmm..."

"Oh... sister Mona... mmm... mommy... your vagina... mmm... so warm... ah mmm..."

Xiao Wei reached out and kneaded Mona's full breasts, moaning ecstatically:

"I like it so much... mmm... mommy's vagina... so comfortable... mmm..."

When the penis was fully inserted, the glans pressed tightly against the end of the vagina, Mona was so comfortable that she almost fainted,
her upper body limp and she lay on Xiao Wei's chest. Xiao Wei, turning the tables, thrust his hips upwards, causing his penis
to twitch and rub against the walls of her vagina.

"Mmm... Wei-di... ahh... good son... don't push... ahh... it's so deep... mmm... it's going to kill... Mommy
... mmm..."

Meng Na twisted her hips, avoiding the deadly deep thrusts of his penis while expanding the area of
stimulation :

"Mmm... Mommy can't... ahh... can't take it... mmm... so beautiful... mmm..."

Sexual acts always contain a touch of sadism. The more Meng Na
moaned Instead of slowing down, he thrust even more rapidly and intensely, causing Meng Na's abundant vaginal fluid to splatter and
her to moan incessantly.

"Ah... umm... Sister Mona... I... I... umm... I'm coming... ah..."

Xiao Wei began to feel a tingling sensation in his spine, energy rapidly gathering:

"It's coming... Mom... I can't hold back... ah... I can't hold back... umm... oh... oh..."

"Umm... good little brother... good son... come on... umm..."

Mona also felt the penis rapidly swelling and throbbing, quickly arching her back, rapidly rising and falling,
seizing the last chance for a thrust:

"Shoot it out... ah... come on... my big dick son... ah... um... come on..."

"Ah... ah... I'm coming... ah... umm... Mom... ah..."

Xiao Wei gritted his teeth, arched his body, and thrust his hips to the highest point.
With each involuntary tremor and spasm, a stream of hot semen shot out, turning into waves of heat, searing the depths of Mona's vagina:

"It's coming... ahh... so comfortable... mmm... Mom... I love you... mmm... oh..."

Mona endured the waves of heat, yet felt a chill run through her. The pleasure made her arch her back, her hips
pressing down , allowing the penis to press tightly against the depths of her vagina.

"Sister Mona... so comfortable... I... mmm..."

Xiao Wei was unable to support himself, panting:

"I want you to be my sister... Mom... wife... mmm... I don't want to leave you..."

"Mmm... as long as you're obedient..."

Mona whispered, pressing down on Xiao Wei:

"Don't let everyone down, and I'm willing to stay with you forever..."

Xiao Wei suddenly remembered the women he had been intimate with—Qiu Yulin, Lin Qiongying, and Mona. Although
the reasons for their encounters were different, their love and care were the same. This made him deeply realize that he
should stop being so stubborn and self-destructive, accept his fate, and pull himself together so as not to let them down.

Xiao Wei suddenly felt enlightened, the knot in his heart untied, and he felt that the future was bright.

(V)

It is true that people are in high spirits when they have good news. Although Huang Zhiwei was busy with wedding preparations and had to take care of various miscellaneous tasks at
the company , he was so tired that he would fall asleep as soon as he got home every day, but he was extremely happy. Except for
the occasions when he met his mother-in-law, which were inevitably awkward; except for not being able to find time to see Mengna and feeling reluctant to part with her
, everything else was satisfactory.

That afternoon, Huang Zhiwei suddenly received an unexpected phone call. The caller identified himself as a policeman and told him
that his father had been in a fight on the street and was being questioned at the police station. He was asked to come to the police station to complete the bail procedures.
Huang Zhiwei was really shocked. He thought that although his father sometimes had a bad temper, it was only because he held deep-seated grudges.
Huang Zhiwei's mother grumbled, saying she was usually quite amiable, so why would she get into a fight on the street for no reason
?

When Huang Zhiwei arrived at the police station, he learned that his father had unexpectedly encountered
Zhang Cai'e . Upon recognizing her, his father was naturally filled with anger and, without a word, grabbed her and began punching her. Zhang Cai'e
, feeling guilty, was surprised and ashamed, and dared not retaliate. Passersby, seeing him go too far, stepped in to intervene, but
Huang Zhiwei lost control and got into a fight with the people trying to break it up. Although all three were injured, it was only minor bruises.
However, the other party was unwilling to be beaten without cause and insisted on filing a assault complaint, so they went to the police station to give statements in preparation for legal proceedings.

Huang Zhiwei was both happy and worried; happy that there was finally news about his mother, but worried that his father would likely be
embroiled in legal trouble. He secretly planned to first take his father home to rest, then secretly check the plaintiff's and
mother's information, partly to apologize to the other party and seek reconciliation, and partly to see his mother.

Perhaps, after so many years, even if mother and son recognized each other, there would be less emotion, but it was still a void in Huang Zhiwei's
heart . If he could fill this missing corner, his life might be considered
a little more complete.

But fate likes to play tricks; the more bumpy the fate is, the more it likes to torment, arranging
this scene for mother and son to meet.

Huang Zhiwei was only focused on helping his father leave the police station, unaware that a pair of shocked
eyes were staring at them from the street corner across the street. It was none other than Huang Zhiwei's mother, Zhang Cai'e. Years ago, she had
run away from home because of her youthful vanity, and thus suffered at the hands of a man with ill intentions. Although she regretted it afterward
and tried to go home to beg her husband for forgiveness, her husband and son had already moved away, leaving her to wander outside with a lonely
heart.

In her days of remorse, Zhang Cai'e couldn't understand why she had so heartlessly abandoned her own flesh and blood, why she had been
so greedy for comfort instead of sharing the hardships with her husband. So even though she had been cornered and beaten today, she considered it
her just deserts. In her police statement, she tried to be as low-key as possible, indicating she wouldn't pursue the matter further, and
left first, hiding to the side, just wanting to secretly catch a glimpse of her son.

When Zhang Cai'e saw the familiar Xiao Wei enter the police station, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She suddenly realized that
Xiao Wei and her son were quite similar in age. Except for Xiao Wei's statement that his mother had passed away, which was inaccurate,
the other background events all pointed to Xiao Wei being her son. However, she still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping it
was just a coincidence, a misunderstanding. She truly didn't want Xiao Wei to be her biological son.

Until Huang Zhiwei and his son walked out of the police station together, Zhang Cai'e's last remaining hope vanished. Suddenly
, darkness enveloped her, and she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.

"No! It can't be him..." Zhang Cai'e leaned weakly against the wall, unable to believe what she was seeing. "Oh God
... how could your punishment be so cruel... no... I don't want it..."

Zhang Cai'e staggered, her mind blank, completely oblivious to everything around her,
even how she got home, and she had no idea how she would go on living.

Coincidentally, when Huang Zhiwei went to the police station again to explain his intention to seek an apology and reconciliation and obtained the plaintiff
's and mother's address information, his reaction was the same as Zhang Cai'e's.

Zhang Cai'e's address matched a familiar one, making Huang Zhiwei tremble with excitement: "This... this...
how is possible... how is this possible..."

It turned out that Zhang Cai'e's address was the same as the address of the "Sister Mengna" Huang Zhiwei had mentioned. It was certain that
Zhang Cai'e did not have a roommate; it was obvious that Zhang Cai'e was Mengna. In this way, Huang Zhiwei's intimate physical relationship with Mengna
would transform from a joyful and loving affair into the sin of incest between mother and son.

Huang Zhiwei's emotions were like going from the sweltering heat of summer to the freezing cold of winter, like a long-awaited rain after a drought
, only to be met with such an unbearable situation. Whether or not mother and son should meet and acknowledge each other became an internal battle and struggle.

Huang

Zhiwei tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, unable to suppress his agonizing emotions, and went to Mengna's place again to investigate
the truth , constantly praying that it was just a misunderstanding. His worst-case scenario was that if they were truly mother and
son, he decided to keep it from Mengna, not mentioning that he knew she was his mother, so that Mengna wouldn't be
able to bear the thought . He couldn't imagine what would happen to Mona if she found out the truth. He'd rather suffer the pain himself than
take that risk.

Huang Zhiwei remembered watching a Japanese film about a couple who, after having sex,
discovered they were long-lost siblings, turning their deep love into a sinful incestuous
relationship. The film ended with them committing suicide together. He never imagined that such a plot would appear in real
life, and even be reflected in his own. Did he and his mother also have no choice but to commit suicide,
like ?

"Perhaps I didn't know before that Sister Mona was my mother, and it wasn't intentional incest... Now that the truth is
out, this wrong relationship should end here..." Xiaowei climbed the stairs, searching for
an excuse : "I just need to see her one more time... just one more time... just to be in front of her... to silently
call her 'Mom' in my heart... that's enough..."

Xiaowei stood hesitantly outside the door, both nervous and excited. After a long while, he mustered the courage to knock, but no one answered
. Just when Xiaowei was almost about to give up, Mona slowly opened the door.

Mona, of course, had also been sleepless all night, suffering the same torment over the same thing. Reflecting on the past,
perhaps it was retribution, retribution for her becoming a prostitute, abused by thousands. She could only accept and
endure such a fate; but God was so cruel as to force her to commit the heinous crime of incest, which was like cutting off her roots ...i=63>The last glimmer of hope for her to repent to her husband and reunite with her son after the day of their separation. Hearing the knock at the door, Mona peeked through the peephole and saw that it was Xiaowei. Her heart pounded with excitement and nervousness. Of course, she hadn't expected that Xiaowei already knew about their relationship. She was just wondering why Xiaowei would come to see her so early . Her guilty conscience made her hesitate whether to open the door and see him. "He's here... what should I do..." Mona was in a state of panic, guessing wildly: "But... he's never come to see me this early before... something must have happened... it must be something serious... maybe it's because of something else."

"What grievance did he have that he wanted to come to me to chat and complain... How can I let him down..."

"Sigh... He's my son... How can I bear to leave him with nowhere to turn for help..." Mona's motherly
love arose spontaneously: "Whatever! Incest is incest... Anyway, he's already convinced that his mother is dead, so let
him continue to think that way... If I tell him the truth, he probably won't be able to handle the blow... Since
incest is a fact and can't be undone, then I'll bear the sin alone... Anyway, I'm just a
prostitute, so having another charge doesn't matter..."

Once Mona made up her mind, she immediately pretended to be nonchalant and opened the door to let Xiao Wei in.

Mona forced a smile, teasingly saying,

"Oh! You're here so early to see Sister Mona... I haven't had enough sleep yet, and you woke me up..."

Her coquettish voice was enough to melt anyone's heart.

"Did your girlfriend not satisfy you last night? Do you need Sister Mona to help you cool down?"

In the past, if Xiao Wei heard this kind of flirtatious banter, he would definitely not be able to resist and would hug Mona and kiss her passionately
. But today, he was uncharacteristically different, only showing unease and shame as he stared at her.

"Meng... Meng... Sister Na... your eyes..."

Xiao Wei looked at Mona's bruised and swollen eyes, knowing that they were from when her father took a taxi. He was genuinely heartbroken, but
he had to pretend not to know.

"How did this happen?"

"It's nothing... I accidentally bumped into something and hurt myself..."

Mona casually lied and changed the subject.

"Come on! Just give it a kiss and it'll be fine!"

Mona's acting skills were truly first-rate; Xiao Wei didn't notice anything amiss at all. He didn't want to give himself
away and arouse Mona's suspicion, so he could only continue acting as things unfolded.

"Tsk! Tsk..."

Xiao Wei actually kissed Mona's wound:

"Sister Mona! Does this make it stop hurting?"

As things became clearer, his piercing pain intensified. This kiss seemed to be a way of atoning for his mother's grievances,
apologizing on behalf of his father, and atoning for his own sins.

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt..."

Mona murmured, holding Xiaowei tightly, but her heart was screaming with excitement: "Xiaowei! My
darling, Mom is here... Mom isn't dead... It's all Mom's fault... Mom shouldn't have been so selfish and abandoned
you... Xiaowei! You have to forgive Mom..."

"Sister Mona..."

Xiaowei's behavior was the same as Mona's, his words and thoughts were completely different: "Mom... You are
my mom... Do you know that... Mom! Why did you leave me... I missed you so much, you know that... I didn't
know you were Mom... It's incest... What should I do... What should I do... Mom..."

The familiar embrace carried a new feeling, the hardest thing to control was the ebb and flow of kinship and lust.
They both wanted to use the passionate embrace to express their longing; but undeniably, even
an innocent embrace between a man and a woman alone would arouse physical desire.

Mona's hands caressed Xiaowei's back passionately; Xiaowei, embracing the warm, soft female body,
naturally became aroused. Both of them struggled internally, warning themselves not to make the same mistake again, but
neither could bear to refuse this moment of tenderness; neither was willing to stop first.

"No! I can't make the same mistake again..." Xiaowei's reason issued a strong warning. He could
blame ignorance, but knowingly committing the same mistake again was unforgivable. "She's my mother... This is
incest... I can't... I can't let my mother bear the guilt of adultery with her son without cause..."

"My child... Mom doesn't want to leave you again..." Mengna hugged him tighter and tighter, pressing against Xiaowei so tightly that they were practically
inseparable . "Mom is willing to make up for all the suffering you've endured over the years... As long as you're happy... Mom
is willing to do anything for you... As long as you're happy... My child..."

Perhaps at first, Mengna and Xiaowei still had a little bit of resentment and self-control, but
as their intimate actions progressed, their emotions became increasingly out of control. Mengna, in particular, perhaps harbored
feelings of compensation and atonement, and was willing to break taboos even if it meant her actions becoming bolder and more provocative, even
offering him kisses. The moment their lips met, all of Huang Zhiwei's insistence and guilt
vanished .

"Mmm...tsk tsk..."

As their last line of defense crumbled, their actions became increasingly bold and unrestrained, their tongues
intertwining , sucking at each other's mingled saliva. Xiao Wei's hands greedily slipped inside Meng Na's clothes, kneading
her full breasts; Meng Na also lightly stroked Xiao Wei's inner thighs. This was nothing short of a lewd flirtation between a man and a woman, hardly
resembling a mother and son recognizing each other.

"Mmm...harder..."

Meng Na's unrestrained affection spurred her desire to rise faster than usual, her whole body burning as if she were in a furnace
:

"Oh...rub harder...mmm...good...good...mmm..."

"Mmm...tsk tsk..."

The two took a moment to remove their clothes, their four hot lips still pressed tightly together, seemingly
unwilling to separate even for a second.

Naked skin, intimate rubbing, seemed to allow their souls to merge more seamlessly; the satisfaction of fulfillment
, the joy of a long-awaited reunion, the happiness of familial comfort, the excitement of intertwined desire, the sin of rebellion...
all intertwined, adding an indescribable
stimulation to the lingering sexual play beyond mere pleasure.

Xiao Wei, holding his penis, seemed hesitant, yet also carefully and slowly pushing it in; Meng Na spread her legs,
welcoming the penis's entry with her moist vulva. The same organs; the same contact, yet different feelings
produced different sensations.

"Oh..."

As the penis penetrated deeper, Meng Na and Xiao Wei simultaneously let out a soft cry, tears welling up in their eyes.

Perhaps they didn't know why they were crying; perhaps, they each carried a knot in their hearts, a knot that,
whether untied or not, would lead to ruin.

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