The Tragedy of Mature Women [Part 2]

Chapter 6: Family Reunion and the Dispersal of Sorrow (Part 1)
"Hmm, the case you mentioned still needs a few more documents and some written agreements. We'll discuss the specifics when I get to work. Okay, that's all for now. Goodbye!" As evening fell, Song Ping unlocked his door. Upon entering, he heard a familiar yet serious voice, and his heart leaped with joy.
His mother was back!
Because of her legal career, she used to travel frequently, often away from home for days at a time. But never before had he wanted to see his mother as much as this time, to see if she had eaten well, if she had gained or lost weight. He couldn't explain why; he just wanted to know if she had been doing well.
Lost in thought, he saw his mother emerge from the study, her gaze level with his, also looking at him.
The moment he saw his real mother, he breathed a sigh of relief. All his previous anxieties vanished. He had imagined his mother would be unable to eat or sleep, constantly looking worried, even questioning the meaning of life, unable to let go of the heavy burden of her unethical past. After all, Attorney Ni Yan was now a prominent figure, a symbol of justice and the dignity of the law, exuding authority without anger. These fame and fortune couldn't help but affect her, touching upon her painful memories. But his mother before him was radiant, without a trace of weariness. Her high ponytail proudly perched on the back of her head, like a defiant little peacock. She still possessed a dignified air, the expression of a mother looking at her son, yet the corners of her lightly applied lipstick subtly turned up, revealing the loving tenderness of a mother looking at her son.
His mother was still so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.
Almost nothing had changed.
He stared blankly at the beautiful woman before him, and without realizing it, he felt a surge of emotion, like when he was a child, wanting his mother to hug him as soon as he got home! Even though he could easily pull that petite body into his arms now, resting his chin on her head and inhaling her delicate fragrance.
"What are you standing there for? I haven't been home for days, and you've forgotten how to take care of yourself? You want me to change your shoes?"
Yes, his mother's unique, steady tone was incredibly familiar and comforting; he loved it when she spoke to him in that scolding, commanding tone.
Song Ping was definitely a good son who listened to his mother. He chuckled foolishly, scratched the back of his head, then bent down, changed his shoes, and went inside.
"Mom! What's for dinner? I'm starving!" Since his mother was no longer at fault, he pretended to be nonchalant to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment or discomfort for either of them. He swaggered into the living room, plopped heavily on the sofa, grabbed an apple, and started crunching away.
"How many times have I told you! Don't sit so forcefully! The sofa isn't me, it can't withstand your rough
handling!" Ni Yan followed her son in, and she began to scold him habitually, her brows furrowed. Kids these days are so spoiled, so easily indulged, they ignore everything adults say. She was thinking about this when, somehow, her thoughts drifted, and the second half of that sentence inexplicably popped out. "
The sofa isn't me, it can't withstand your rough handling!"
In an instant, it seemed as if two fingers appeared in space, gently pinching the hands of a clock, freezing the scene, causing both mother and son to pause in their actions and thoughts.
The apple she was chewing was mushy, its sweet taste filling her mouth.
The frown lines on her forehead didn't unravel; she still looked at her son with a serious expression. The second man she had ever loved, the second man who had entered her pure body because of love for her!
That damned, superfluous second half of the sentence completely threw Attorney Ni out of control, like an irresistible wave sweeping over her, instantly pushing her thoughts back to that night—a night that brought her the exhilarating feeling of rain after a long drought, yet also made her unable to face her own shame.
That night, she truly experienced what it meant to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously!
Ni Yan had always believed that a woman with low libido was definitely a good woman; it was a manifestation of great self-respect. Sometimes, even couples who share a deep and loving relationship, who are intimately connected every day, still need to maintain their own territories of self-respect. Therefore, in bed with her husband, she never took the initiative.
Of course, she was partly embarrassed and partly sticking to her "good woman theory." When they made love, her husband always did it whenever he wanted. Sometimes, even after they both climaxed, she would snuggle naked into her husband's arms, and she would feel sorry for him, feeling that she hadn't satisfied her lover. She knew that the most wonderful lovemaking and the sex that could reach the peak of pleasure was when both husband and wife were willing to let go. To put it bluntly, women should be shameless, that's the best way. But perhaps it was because she was used to maintaining a calm demeanor when debating with a crowd in a solemn courtroom, that professional habit had unconsciously carried into her life, including her sex life.
But for some reason, that night, she and her son, her own body, her own uterus, felt like a bottomless funnel. Even though her son had just been on top of her, his penis had just finished its work inside her, and her uterus had just felt the heat and pleasure of his copious semen, after a moment of calm, that innate womanly desire surged back like a galloping horse, kicking up clouds of dust. It made it impossible for her to find her way back, blinding her and clouding her reason. She could only reach out and embrace her eldest son, who was still clinging to her snow-white naked body, and could only surrender to the fate of that moment, unable to control herself!
While experiencing repeated pleasure and self-reproach during conception, she couldn't deny that she was happy—happy that her precious son was truly a man! His thing was like a long balloon; if needed, a little air would make it erect and hard. This was something she'd never experienced with her husband in her fifty years of pleasure. However, this also caused her some suffering. The next morning, she woke up with a sore back and aching muscles, feeling completely exhausted. To avoid her son, she pretended to go on a business trip, but on the train, she felt a persistent, throbbing pain in her private parts, just like the day after her wedding night!
"You little rascal!" At that moment, she saw her own face reflected in the train window—still young and beautiful, but flushed like a young girl's—and muttered a curse. However, she didn't notice that there was no blame in her curse, only a hint of tenderness.
Thinking about this, Ni Yan felt her face burning. Luckily, a rich aroma of stewed meat wafted into her nostrils. Whether to ease the tension, to tease her son, or simply out of a moment of panic, she whispered to him, "Your meat is ready," and then turned and left.
Song Ping smiled. Of course, it wasn't because he found the remark particularly funny; he was excited that he might be able to complete the task his father had entrusted to him without much trouble!
A deed is done, and it's not something one can simply escape or forget at will. A single word, or a tiny detail, is enough to pull one's thoughts back to that moment, making them feel as if they were there again.
Seeing his mother's momentary daze and that seemingly unrelated remark, the astute Song Ping knew that his mother wasn't trying to escape; she was merely pretending, donning her inviolable mask of motherhood once more.
However, as a son, he hadn't quite figured out how to remove the mask that he always feared, and how to show his mother his true self again. Because, no matter what, he was always a little afraid of his mother. So that day, he decided to use a surprise attack, taking advantage of his mother's pleasure to temporarily accept him, and something that shouldn't have happened occurred. But this could only happen once, not twice. He was afraid that if he really angered her, based on the mistake he made when he was a child, his hot-tempered mother would not hesitate to hit him hard, almost breaking his legs as he rolled on the ground, looking like a ferocious demon. At that time, he would not even know where to go to cry. In short, to put it in one sentence, he would absolutely regret it!
" There's always a way out," Song Ping thought, taking another big bite of the apple, as if to release his pent-up emotions.
"What?! You want to be a primary school teacher?!"
Ni Yan had just picked up a piece of bright green cucumber salad with her chopsticks, but before she could even put it in her mouth, her son's words, like a thunderclap, stopped her in her tracks. She put the salad in her bowl and slammed her chopsticks on the table. Tilting her head, she looked directly at her son. "We spent tens of thousands of yuan to send you to university, just so you'd teach those little kids with their baby talk addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division? Or teach them pinyin and Chinese characters? What are you thinking? Don't you know? School teachers are like birds in a cage, dealing only with immature children. Their experience and knowledge are unlikely to grow much. Fine, even if you don't want to do it anymore, you can just hand over a piece of paper and walk away." "Who gave you those years? Young people should climb the ladder while they're young, so that when you reach middle age, when you're our age, you can live a comfortable and fulfilling life without worries. Look at your dad, when he was young, he felt guilty for wasting even a few days, like he'd lost money. Don't think that just because you're a second-generation official or a second-generation rich kid you can do whatever you want. In society, who knows your mom and dad? In the long run, you'll have to rely on yourself for everything! Look at Li Tianyi, everyone knows him, but didn't his parents waste their time? What others have is never as good as what you have yourself. If you don't strive for success, no one else can help you, understand?"
As expected of a lawyer, these words left everyone speechless, and were both reasonable and well-founded.
"Mom! Didn't I tell you? I'm just going there for a short while, to experience the hardships of life at the bottom of society. Since you've mentioned Dad, why is Deputy Mayor Song so successful now? Isn't it because he understands the people's needs, always anticipating their needs, and doing good deeds for them? Look how much the people love him—almost as much as the top official! Didn't he also climb up from the bottom? Mom, let me tell you, I didn't want to rely on your connections and be seen as an incompetent second-generation official. That's why I chose a remote environment to climb the ladder. It's called taking a risky path! Besides, I'm a college graduate. I'll definitely stand out there and be highly valued. If I really achieve something, it will bring you all a lot of honor!"
Song Ping said seriously, meeting his mother's gaze. He spoke with righteous indignation and meticulous detail, truly befitting a lawyer's son.
He noticed that his mother picked up her chopsticks again, but didn't eat. She lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought, appearing wise and calm.
"Hmm, I'll think about it some more, and discuss it with your dad. But discussing it is pointless; your dad just keeps pushing you. This family has to rely on me!" After thinking for a while, Ni Yan lowered her head and picked up her rice to eat. Then, as if remembering something, she looked up, her eyes shining as she looked at her son. "What your dad said to the top leader just now, just say it at home and keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone outside; it'll have a bad influence on your dad. Got it?" "
I know! I'm not stupid!" Song Ping grinned, excitedly saying that his mother hadn't objected anymore, which meant he was halfway there.
The thought of being able to properly get close to Liu Yirong, being able to see her big breasts through her clothes every day, and then gradually pulling her into his trap, getting that beautiful mature woman who might only have one man in her life to sleep with him, and having her charmingly naked body serve him, filled him with excitement!
He shamelessly discovered that he was hard!
Song Ping quickly lowered his head and ate his rice to hide his physical reaction; his face was flushed and his heart was pounding.
A small act of impatience could ruin a big plan. Although he had let his mother see him with an erection before, now was definitely not the time, he told himself.
The
beautiful woman in the mirror looked significantly younger than her actual age, appearing to be at most in her early thirties, yet possessing a mature beauty beyond that age.
As bedtime approached, Ni Yan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, scrutinizing her reflection.
Because of her regular skincare routine, spending thousands of yuan on beauty cards, her striking face had plump, hydrated skin with a healthy glow. Her large, delicate eyes set in bright, dark pupils, sparkling like stars. Her nose was perfectly proportioned, and her lips, though untouched by any cosmetics, were a soft, slightly upturned pink. She seemed quite satisfied with the middle-aged woman facing her—a quintessential Eastern beauty, perfectly fitting most men's aesthetic standards, exuding elegance and grace.
But as she looked, her delicate brows furrowed involuntarily. She leaned closer to examine herself in the mirror; still beautiful and noble. Still
not satisfied, she took off the pink t-shirt she wore at home, and instantly, a white, alluring body appeared in the mirror, reflected in her eyes.
Although she was already over forty, her abdomen remained flat, without an ounce of excess fat. This was her most satisfying and proud asset. A woman in her forties isn't about flaunting expensive clothes and bags; it's about subtly and quietly comparing herself to others to see who has the best clothes hanger, who can pull off any outfit, showcasing her figure, and even confidently competing with young girls who look stylish and radiant in anything. This is the best manifestation of inner confidence and outer beauty.
Clearly, Attorney Ni possessed this quality. No matter what clothes she wore, she garnered admiring glances, earning her the nickname "Jasmine of the Legal World." She knew that "Jasmine" and "Lolita" were compliments for her youth, comparing her to a young girl!
However, while she was smug, she was also quite self-satisfied, not feeling unworthy of the title at all. Her mature and well-proportioned figure, along with her large yet beautiful breasts, stood proudly erect on her chest.
Even now, without the constraints of a bra, standing before the mirror, her large, white breasts remained firm. Between them was a deep cleavage large enough to encircle a baby's arm. Above the peaks were two large, round, rosy nipples like red grapes, each with a small, attractive areola. These large breasts often intoxicated her man, who frequently made what he considered excessive demands.
"Yan'er! Will you kneel on the bed? I want... to do it from behind! I want to see your big tits sway like they're dancing! I want to touch your nipples from behind!"
A hot, hard penis was inserted into her private parts, thrusting incessantly. The man, lying on top of the woman's naked body, kneaded her breasts while kissing her earlobe, whispering in her ear.
"What do you take me for? A dog? Isn't that the behavior of animals? I think you're getting more and more shameless, a real lewd old man!"
The woman lying flat on the bed had a flushed, delicate face. With each thrust of her husband, she involuntarily moved her body, her breasts swaying as he caressed them. Although she was making love, she remained conscious and refused her husband's attempts to play with her.
Inadvertently, a shameful scene from her and her husband's past in bed flashed into her mind, and she blushed instantly.
In the past year, she hadn't been without self-reflection. No matter how beautiful or elegant a woman is, if she's rigid and conservative during sex, without passion, she's like a naked vase—only to be touched, only to be looked at up close, but not to be fully enjoyed. Even during sex, she couldn't make her man fully engaged and loving. This was a major reason why many middle-aged couples parted ways: "If you're no longer good enough, then I'll find someone else!" This is also for the sake of something new. Of course, incompatibility also plays a significant role and is the main culprit that ultimately leads to a breakup.
But, Song Changxiang, our relationship was so good, so deep, and I loved you so much, so devoted to you, yet you betrayed me just because I didn't satisfy you, didn't meet your demands, and now you're doing dirty, shameful things with others to tarnish the true love we've shared for over twenty years! Fine, you can fool around with your lover every night, then I can just use what I have at home and enjoy some lovemaking! You're heartless, so don't blame me for being ruthless!
Anyway, my eldest son is already my second man!
Ni Yan's beautiful brows remained furrowed; the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She tightly gripped a strand of long black hair hanging over her breasts, summarizing her past with her husband with immense resentment, while also yearning for her new life with a resentful longing, a kind of reckless despair.
"Son, still playing? Aren't you sleepy?" After showering, Ni Yan took a glass of milk into her son's room. She walked to the computer desk and put the glass down.
"What time is it? Mom, when have you ever seen me go to bed this early?"
Like any other son, Song Ping stared intently at the screen, his hands skillfully manipulating the mouse, making his virtual self in the game display its power and be worshipped. He casually replied to his mother, his tone impatient.
"Then... can you... go to sleep now? Stop playing, okay?"
Ni Yan bit her lip, her usual stern tone replaced by a gentle one. Then she bent down, resting her upper body on the computer desk, her bare arms supporting her chin, her bright black eyes looking at her son with affection and tenderness.
Having just showered, Attorney Ni was only wrapped in a pink cotton bath towel, her delicate, snow-white shoulders exposed to the air. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the thick towel didn't completely cover her impressive breasts, leaving a large portion of her fair and tender flesh unreservedly exposed. In fact, with just a gentle pull, her two alluring nipples would peek out, revealing themselves to all. Her deep, captivating cleavage was also openly displayed, showcasing its beauty and allure.
If it weren't for the fact that her entire being had become no longer a mystery to her son a few days ago, even if she were beaten to death, the traditionally conservative Ni Yan would never have dressed like this, practically naked, in front of her child!
"Hey! Get out of the way, I can't see you! Thank goodness, they added blood,
she's not dead!" Even standing naked, with large, incredibly alluring breasts, how would you feel if the person in front of you was blind, or simply uninterested and wouldn't even look at you? Frustration, the frustration of offering only empty words, that was the state of mind of the woman, pushed aside by her playful son. At the same time, she mentally slapped herself, cursing herself for being so pathetic!
"Go ahead and play! Go ahead and play! Even if your mother died right now, you wouldn't care!" she huffed, instantly reverting to her usual temper and tone when speaking to her son, before slamming the door and storming out of his room.
That brat! How could he be so clueless! She couldn't help but curse him silently, while simultaneously trying to salvage her dignity as a mother.
Lying alone in her warm bed, Ni Yan still felt cold—a lonely cold, a cold that came from having a lover but being unable to embrace him, to snuggle into his arms for warmth.
Where was this home? What did women marry for? Wasn't it to have a warm, comfortable little nest and a warm, broad chest to lean on? But now? She utterly disbelieved and scorned the claim that her husband was away on a business trip again; he was probably out having fun with some prostitute! And what about the other man she loved? He practically ignored her too.
"Mom! Don't worry, now that your son has taken your body, whenever you need me, I will love you dearly and even more! I will never let you be lonely again!"
She remembered that day, naked, nestled in her son's arms, his smooth, white buttocks gently caressing her. His eyes were so full of deep affection and certainty as he spoke, like a pair of star-crossed lovers going to their deaths together, vowing to meet again in the next life. No matter what, because of love, he would find her and rekindle their love!
In that instant, she was completely moved and touched, moved by her son's willingness to fall into depravity with her! She had read touching news stories before, about children who, because of their parents' illnesses, would selflessly donate their organs to save their loved ones, enduring the pain of loss.
Her son was so young, with a bright future ahead of him, full of new experiences to discover. Yet, he chose to be scorned, burdened with the incestuous relationship with his mother, a stigma he could never escape, a shackle of inner torment. Didn't he consider this? Couldn't he have chosen not to? He did it all for his mother's sake, solely to see her happy and content! And what did she have to fear? At that moment, she seemed filled with strength, ready to accept the world's judgment and moral condemnation, entrusting the rest of her life to her eldest son, to be herself!
Every event has its good and bad sides; the key lies in how you perceive it and what perspective you use to examine it. Ni Yan wasn't entirely unmoved by the thought of her son entering her body, nor was she without deep remorse or guilt. But then she thought again, and realized how remarkable and courageous her son was. Although he hadn't donated his liver, kidneys, or corneas like in the news, he was willing to risk a lifetime of infamy for his mother's happiness in her later years—the happiness of being a true woman!
During the days she was away from home, whether at work, negotiating cases with clients, or lying alone on the soft bed in the hotel at night, she couldn't control herself. Her mind would wander, and her thoughts would naturally drift back to that night. Youth is truly wonderful! The
youthful aura of her son wafted over her, warming her heart that had lost its youth. It was as if she had suddenly returned to her innocent university days, to her precious wedding night, to the joyous moment of becoming a mother! As the hard penis rhythmically thrust in and out of her vagina, all the wonderful first times of her youth flashed before her eyes—not just the physical satisfaction and pleasure, but also the dreamlike, intoxicating mental journeys, a state of blissful ecstasy.
So, slowly, the shame and remorse for violating human ethics had long since been replaced by the intense longing for her youthful body, leaving almost nothing.
These past few days, this time, she began to confront her own heart. She knew what she needed and couldn't suppress herself any longer.
She still wanted to make love with her son!
To boldly enjoy her lost youth and years!
She heard her own voice clearly.
But son, why are you ignoring your mother? Why don't you love your mother? Have you forgotten your promise to your mother? Or have you finally realized the truth and don't want to sink any deeper? But, your mother really misses you now! Ni Yan cried out to her son in her heart, her anguish growing stronger.
She lay in bed for a while, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Just then, her hearing, incredibly sharp, picked up the sound of her front door opening and closing.
Had her son gone out?
She glanced at her phone; it was almost midnight. Where had he gone so late? This had never happened before; her son never went out at night.
Already unable to sleep, she became even more restless. She was both worried and hoping her son would return soon. Thankfully, a moment later, she heard the reassuring sound of the door opening.
A little while later, she heard a very close noise; her bedroom door was pushed open and closed again. Then, someone lay down on her previously empty bed.
She was pretending to be asleep, telling herself that her son had come! That youthful scent was so familiar, so wonderful, so exhilarating! But she was also telling herself to stay calm, to maintain a mother's basic dignity. She had already scolded herself countless times for being shameless for speaking to her son while only wrapped in a bath towel, and she was filled with remorse.
Her head was gently lifted, and a strong arm reached out. Then, her head was gently lowered again, resting on an arm. Instantly, a warm, pleasant scent of a man wafted over her, and she felt the touch of his not-so-soft skin.
The sight of her son's chest instantly reminded her of her first night, the first night she donned a white wedding dress for the man she loved with all her heart. Back then, her husband seemed a few years younger than her son was now, but his chest was so warm, so comfortingly supportive, making her feel so at ease. She truly wanted to entrust her entire life to him. So, when her husband said gently, without any of his usual assertiveness, but rather as if pleading, "Yan'er, give yourself to me!" despite her nervousness and fear, she nodded without hesitation. Was
she still a good woman? Now, lying in her son's arms, being held by him, her mind was filled with the wonderful memories of her and her husband. She thought that even now, even in a little while, if she really did "that" with her son again, her love for her husband wouldn't diminish in the slightest!
She hated her husband, and it was because of this hatred that she missed her son so much. But she couldn't forget the little things she shared with her husband, the beautiful memories. Now middle-aged, she handled her emotions calmly. She could use love to soothe her hatred, while also trying to win back her husband's heart. That's why she could tolerate it, barely maintaining her marriage—because she loved her first man!
Of course, that was all in the past.
"Mom, do you know what I went out for just now?"
While still half-asleep, Ni Yan heard her son's soft voice. At the same time, his large hand quietly touched her shoulder, his warm fingers caressing her smooth skin.
This kid, he knew she wasn't asleep!
"How would I know!"
Her muffled voice was almost displeased, yet also a little girlishly pouting. Then, unconsciously, she rubbed her body against her son's chest.
Why was she wearing pajamas in bed? Song Ping was dissatisfied. Although it was only a thin layer of fabric, it still prevented him from directly rubbing his nipples against his mother's. However, he could clearly feel that his mother's nipples were already engorged and erect, hard like grapes.
"Mom... I just went to buy... bought a box... bought a box of these! I was afraid... I'd do something to you!" He suddenly blushed, his words becoming hesitant and stammering. After stammering for a while, he pulled an object from behind his back with his other hand and showed it to his mother.
Instantly, the mother and son on the bed had identical expressions. Ni Yan's face turned bright red, which looked quite beautiful. If it were any other time, her quick temper would have caused her to burst into curses, snatch the object from her son's hand, and throw it hard at his face. But now, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She hadn't expected her son to be so thoughtful and considerate!
The three words printed on the small blue box appeared before her eyes!
Condoms!
It turned out that her son hadn't forgotten anything! It turned out that her longing heart, which had just begun to sprout, hadn't been disappointed after all!
"Silly son!" She raised her pretty, rosy face, her pale pink lips curving slightly as she smiled gently. "Actually, Mom already has contraception, so we don't need it at all when we're doing it! Besides, wearing that thing would be really uncomfortable for you, it's nowhere near as comfortable as you ejaculating inside Mom! And... actually, Mom also likes you ejaculating inside! Just like your dad!"
After saying this, Ni Yan was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise. Was this... what she had said? Was this what a mother would say to her child?
For some reason, ever since her son first entered her body, it was as if certain cells in her veins had suddenly awakened and been ignited. It was stimulating and wonderful, a desire that was about to burst forth from her body. She knew that it was the demon of desire in her heart at work, wanting to grab everything she had never experienced before for her to enjoy. She knew that this was wrong, that she shouldn't think about it, and that she had to cut off the thought. But how could her flesh-and-blood human heart contend with the greed of the devil? Her reason had tried to fight back in a vain attempt, but after several attempts, it was completely defeated. She had nowhere to turn but to surrender and obediently compromise.
Just like now, looking at her son's still flushed face, and imagining him blushing as he paid for the item in the supermarket like a thief, she couldn't help but want to laugh. At the same time, her head slowly emerged from her son's arms, and her pink lips gently and lovingly touched his, giving him a light kiss.
"Son, Mom missed you! Mom is so pathetic, I can't control myself, Mom wants to make love to you!"
At this moment, she completely believed that the demon in her heart was real. Otherwise, who would have made her say such a bold and direct confession? And what she gained was only peace and satisfaction. Yes, these words, which had been suppressed in her heart for several days, and even since a year ago, when uttered by this poor woman who had never had sexual companionship, she had finally opened her heart to herself, finally being true to herself for once!
The devil controlling her was apparently a fan of passionate scenes. After a few light kisses, Ni Yan raised her hand, gathering her long, loose hair behind her head. Then, with heavy breathing, she sealed her lips to her son's, sucking hard, greedily and urgently!
Was Father lying to me? Mother never took the initiative during sex? Was Mother a frigid woman? But who was this woman pressing herself beneath her voluptuous body, passionately kissing her son?
Their lips continued to intertwine. Song Ping lay obediently on the bed, beginning to doubt his father's words. His mother was much more uninhibited than a few days ago. That night, he had been the one to initiate almost entirely, until later, when his mother was on the verge of climax, she revealed her most primal side as a woman, shouting and screaming, disregarding everything else.
However, he liked his mother like this!
Like dry tinder igniting a raging fire, although he was used to his dignified and composed mother, seeing her so unrestrained was a little unsettling, but it was enough to ignite his burgeoning passion. His mouth began to savor his mother's tongue, and his arms began to move towards her body. His hands quickly rolled up the hem of her lace nightgown, reaching her lower abdomen, then down to her lower back, caressing the soft, smooth skin. His hands moved downwards, eventually slipping under a thin layer of fabric, revealing two full, soft mounds of flesh, protruding high. He hadn't expected a woman's buttocks to be so alluring—smooth and tender, trembling gently at the slightest touch, like white tofu.
Song Ping's hands were inside his mother's panties, grasping handfuls of her buttocks, his palms filled with the warmth of her flesh. The feeling was indescribable!
A moment later, a pair of white panties was lightly tossed onto the ground. If you looked closely, the front of the panties was already wet...
"Son, aren't you going to have a few bites first? Before... before your dad went in, he would touch and suck on Mom's breasts! He would play with them for a long time!"
The woman, whose lower body was completely naked, was pressed down on the large bed by her son. Because of the passion and the pent-up desire from kissing, her mature and steady face turned pink and delicate, revealing a different kind of beauty.
A hard penis was already pressing against the soft opening of her vagina, rubbing against her thick, dark pubic hair. Ni Yan felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She hadn't expected her son to understand her so well. When she and her husband used to make love, he would always lie on top of her silently, his mouth and hands busy making her large breasts bounce and sway until his penis was hard enough before he would enter. Actually, she would always start to get aroused when her husband was halfway through suckling her breasts, her vagina itching and uncomfortable. Every time that happened, she would desperately grab her lover's penis, hinting that he should hurry up and insert it to satisfy her. But he thought he was being considerate and wanted his husband to experience the same pleasure!
Don't be fooled by her husband's current position as vice mayor; he can be quite slow-witted and inflexible at times. At least, he wasn't as adaptable and flexible as her son, who understood the importance of filial piety and prioritizing his mother's comfort.
As she was thinking this, she felt a burning heat emanating from the tip of her private parts. That heat didn't linger for a moment, like a snake burrowing into her soft, moist vagina. She could even feel the scorching heat of that snake flicking its tongue at her uterus.
It felt so good!
"Son! Yours is so big! Is...is it...all the way in? How come it's so easy...reaching all the way inside Mommy?!"
Attorney Ni, supporting her son's tip, began to pant softly, unsure whether it was from excitement or from the joy of tasting her son's large treasure again.
It seemed that mood was the source of happiness in everything, including lovemaking. Today, whatever her son did to her body felt so good, so natural and comfortable, completely unlike the other day when she felt helpless and lost because she was passive.
"Mom, what's that? Tell me! Shout like you did that day when you turned into a slut! Mom, you have no idea how beautiful you are when you're moaning loudly, how much men want to fuck your cunt, you big slut! Let him see how beautiful you are right now!"
His penis was completely immersed in a warm and tight fleshy hole, completely gripped by his mother's vagina. Song Ping leaned down slightly, but didn't lie on top of his mother or press down on her. He whispered, very softly.
A crisp "slap" sounded, the sound of skin rubbing together.
The young man's face, which he was looking at, suddenly turned to the side, and his skin immediately felt a burning pain that lingered for a long time.
He was stunned by his mother's slap, and even, because of the distraction, his penis, which was inside his mother's vagina, seemed to have been wronged and went limp.
After a long time, he slowly turned his head back, his face still in pain, looking at his mother with grievance and confusion in his eyes, and even tears welling up in them.
Ni Yan simply lay quietly on the bed, still in the same position beneath her son, her face stern. The previous softness and allure were gone from her beautiful face; only a serious glare remained as she stared at him.
That look was chilling; even a clear conscience would feel guilty if one stared at her for too long. The young man knew that in court, on the very grounds where his mother had repeatedly triumphed, she used this same sharp gaze and aggressive tone to leave countless opponents defeated and speechless.
"Do you know why you were beaten?" she asked her son coldly, her hands folded over her lower abdomen, exuding a regal and domineering aura.
For a moment, even if he racked his brains, he couldn't fathom why he had been slapped like that. So, the young man pitifully and obediently shook his head.
"Try saying another word of those things! You're becoming more and more shameless! Who am I? I'm your mother! Remember that, I'm your mother! And 'big...big...you know what'! Such filthy words, is that something you should say? What son would talk about his mother like that? Yes, I did have sex with you, I wanted you to give me pleasure, thinking you were being considerate of your mother! I also wanted my son to care for me, but I didn't want you to demean your mother! I didn't want you to insult me with your words. Although you're now my second man, and your...you know...is inside me, you can never take away my man." "You can't replace your father! Regardless of whether we can be together in the future, your father is the first man I loved, your mother's first man! You'd better get your bearings and know who you are. We only have mother-son affection, there can be no spousal love! You must always respect me! Do you understand?"
If the mother and son weren't in bed, the woman's hairy genitals fully open, filled with her son's penis, just looking at the mother's solemn and cold expression and the tone of her scolding, one would definitely think this was a successful example of "spare the rod and spoil the child," a model of how children's mistakes should be tolerated without exception.
Enjoy life while you can! It seems the old sayings are absolutely true; no matter what, one must never forget their roots or lose their sense of propriety.
"Mom! I really know I was wrong! You did the right thing, that slap really woke me up. I came here to honor you, Mom, I'm sorry!"
Song Ping lowered his body, gently pressing against his mother's soft flesh, apologetically feeling her still heaving chest. It seemed his mother was truly angered by the nonsense he had said in a moment of passion. So he slipped his hand inside her nightgown, gently stroking her chest to help her calm down.
Stroking her smooth, delicate skin, Song Ping felt his lust rising again. His hand, which had initially been cautiously stroking her chest, gradually wandered towards her two soft peaks. First, his fingertips touched a smooth, jade-like mound. He didn't forget to secretly glance at his mother, and seeing that she didn't intend to scold him again, he boldly raised his hand and, through the fabric, grasped one of his mother's soft breasts in his palm. His warm palm felt the firmness of his mother's large nipple.
He let out a long breath, realizing that touching a woman's breasts was the most satisfying part of sex; otherwise, it felt like something was missing. He was kneading his mother's breasts under her nightgown, and his still-erect penis, inserted in her vagina, immediately received the signal, its glans pointing upwards, ready for action!
"Mmm..." Whether it was the pleasure of touching her breasts or the discomfort from her vaginal muscles, the young man, engrossed in playing with her breasts, suddenly let out a soft moan, a sound that was both pleasurable and strangely pleasant.
"Mom! Shall we continue?" he asked deliberately, squeezing her breast hard again to stimulate her.
"What are you dawdling for? Just...just move! What happened to your skills the other day? You brat! Are you teasing me on purpose? You're happy to see your mother uncomfortable, aren't you?"
Her body began to heat up again, the tingling sensation from her vagina gradually spreading throughout her body, making her feel uncomfortable all over. So she crossed her legs, her soft little feet brushing against her son's bare bottom, as if urging him on.
Finally, the soft, comfortable bed began to stir, making slight noises, the mattress swaying and then rising again, over and over.
"Son! You're truly my precious eldest son! I... didn't raise you in vain! Your cock is so good, so big and hard, and my pussy feels so... so good... Yes, harder! Fuck your mom harder! Song Changxiang! You're not a man at all! Did you see that? I really let my eldest son fuck me! He's a hundred times better than you! You only give me sex a few times a year? Look at my big-cocked son, he can fuck me countless times in one night, making me happy countless times! Son, I've decided, I'm going to divorce your dad, it'll just be the two of us, I'll belong to you, my pussy will be fucked by my son every day, he'll ejaculate inside me, he'll pee inside me! But... son, I can't bear to leave your dad! I can't stop thinking about him, stop loving him! What should I do? Son, tell me!"
The woman's two smooth, white thighs were spread wide apart, and her labia, covered in long, dark hair, were fully open. A large amount of sticky, sticky love fluid flowed from within, coating the large, dark, fleshy penis that resembled a weaving shuttle in the center. The large penis was thrusting in and out vigorously, pumping with all its might, seemingly tireless and endless. As long as the mother was comfortable, the owner of that penis would push it to its limit, fighting to the very end!
This time, Ni Yan truly knew what it meant to be a happy woman, what sexual satisfaction meant! With each thrust of her son's penis into her uterus, her mind immediately went blank, utterly empty—a beautiful blank, so pure that she forgot herself, forgot who was having sex with her, forgot all the complexities and unpleasantness of the world. If she hadn't heard her own frantic cries, she wouldn't even know if she was in some idyllic paradise, or if she was still in her own home, in the same bed she and her husband had slept in for nearly thirty years, engaging in an act that could be condemned by heaven and earth with her own son!
But even if lightning were to strike her dead right now, in the moment she closed her eyes in peace, she would feel that her life had not been in vain!
At least, that's what she felt when her son's glans reached her uterus for the last time, when she once again touched the edge of the Southern Heavenly Gate.
She climaxed!
In an instant, she sat up completely, her arms outstretched, embracing her son who was still supporting himself on the bed with his hands, his penis still moving in and out of his mother's vagina. Her large breasts pressed tightly against her son's, and truly, mother and son were of one heart. Her son seemed to know what his mother needed, and he immediately hugged his mother tightly in his arms. Then, in the instant that the mother and son embraced tightly, Song Ping felt the delicate body in her arms tremble violently, almost freezing cold, but it was as if every bone in her body had come alive, vibrating together, desperately feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from her uterus.
She trembled for a full minute before her body and breathing gradually calmed down.
Then, her naked body, like a sloth, with her two large, white breasts hanging down, clung to her son, her large, misty eyes blinking, her head gently resting on his shoulder, lost in thought for a long time.

Chapter 7: Family Joy and Dispelling Sorrow (Part 2)
Dear readers and moderators, please allow me to say a few words first. I enjoy communicating with you all. Seeing your encouraging words is like seeing your satisfaction and affirmation, which greatly boosts my confidence in writing. Since Hanwu has made my situation public, I have nothing to hide anymore. Yes, I am disabled, it has been like this since birth, for 27 years. I can only type with one finger. I have been writing for more than ten years now, writing clean novels for ten years, and I have published one book, but it's all for nothing. I still don't have any fame. Not long ago, I was really discouraged and didn't want to write anymore, because of this... The competition is fierce, there are just too many writers. However, when I was writing "The Tragedy of Mature Women," my confidence seemed to return all at once, all because of your discerning eye and positive reviews. Because you didn't know what I was like at first, and you didn't enjoy reading my writing just because of my disability, I realized how joyful writing can be. I want to thank you. However, I also have a dilemma, which is why I haven't dared to reveal my situation. I'm afraid you'll look down on me, thinking that a disabled person shouldn't be writing this kind of thing, especially since the content is quite obscure and not very respectable. I even hesitate to write when my parents are home. So I want to ask the moderators, how should I view this issue? Please tell me when you review the novel. But I really enjoy writing this kind of novel; it's very fulfilling and satisfying. I look forward to seeing your comments. And to the brother called "Missing," thank you for your support all the way. Thank you! ~~
... "Changxiang, I'm sorry!" Ni Yan leaned gently against her son, speaking in a voice only she could hear, uttering a sentence that finally allowed her to release the immense emotional burden in her heart. Then, a large, crystal-clear tear rolled down her cheek, silently dripping onto a patch of skin, instantly shattering into pieces. This time, I'm doing this willingly! So, now, I don't want to be a coward anymore, deceiving each other. She heard a resolute statement in her own voice, but it brought only excruciating pain. For the first time, she felt her heart ache so much, so incredibly much. "Mom!" The young man's large hand was completely covered by his mother's long hair. He stroked her smooth, soft back. "Didn't you always tell me that if someone is good to you, you should reciprocate? That way you won't owe them anything. Why don't you set an example? You're just lying, and you call yourself a lawyer!" "Huh? What are you muttering to yourself?" Ni Yan blinked quickly to hide the tears in her eyes, then sat up straight, her large breasts moving away from her son's chest. After making love, she was sober again, a satisfied and faint smile on her face, looking at her son with a hint of authority. "How am I not setting an example? And who did I lie to? Can't you just be direct? Stop with all this useless stuff!" She added a glare, clearly annoyed. "Mom...you...you felt so good just now, but...I...I haven't...I haven't come yet!" The young man's voice was small and hesitant. When something or someone becomes a habit, shaping your attitude towards them into a stalemate of fear, even if you haven't done anything wrong, even if you're clearly in the right, you'll feel guilty and terrified, like you've stolen five hundred yuan from your second uncle. Clearly, our poor, puppy-like Song is experiencing this. Just one glare from his mother's beautiful, bright eyes is like a magic mirror revealing his true nature – he's instantly exposed! "How could you…" Lawyer Ni's face flushed instantly. The recent climax had been so pleasurable, and she was preoccupied with other things, completely oblivious to her own body. Looking down, she saw her son's penis still deeply embedded inside her, seemingly not yet satisfied, and still hard! He hadn't ejaculated? She hadn't expected her son's willpower to improve so much in just a few days! He'd sent her to heaven, while he was still doing good deeds and saving sentient beings on earth! "Um... son! Can you come out first? Mom just came once, and now... I don't want to at all..." Feeling refreshed, Ni Yan actually felt very uncomfortable and annoyed that thing was still nakedly inserted into her vagina. This also showed that she was indeed a frigid woman, and a good woman. The reason she was so unrestrained before, coming again and again, was because she was holding back, like a person who was starving and about to die, suddenly seeing a table full of Manchu Han Imperial Feast, and would eat like a glutton. "Mom! But I feel uncomfortable, it hurts a little!" His penis was still very hard, but he just didn't want to ejaculate yet. It hadn't reached the final step, the point of excitement, even though being completely enveloped by his mother's warm and cozy vagina felt really good. "Good son! Be good!" As a mother, she initially wanted to yell decisively, knowing that reasoning and negotiation were useless, and that was her next step. However, seeing her son's unbearable expression, she couldn't bear it and could only coax him with kind words, just like when he was little, "Mom... will think of other ways to make you feel better..."

After saying that, her face turned even redder. Was she supposed to help her son masturbate? Aside from that, with twenty-six years of sexual experience, yet as innocent as a young girl, she really didn't know anything else. Moreover, she had only learned this reluctantly, and besides, it had been over ten years since she'd done it. Back when she and her husband were young, she would have a few days off each month, unable to fulfill her duties as a wife. Her husband, in his prime, had a very strong libido, needing to be on top of her almost every night before he could sleep soundly. Young and beautiful, she also enjoyed making love with him, but her period had become a source of distress for the couple.
Finally, seeing her husband's already purplish-hard erection, she couldn't bear it and had to accept his suggestion. She used her hands to help him, her soft little hands caressing his thick, hard shaft, her nimble fingers tracing his rounded glans, adjusting its length. Then, she could see streams of milky, warm fluid gushing out. Watching her husband's satisfied and ecstatic expression as he held her tightly in his arms, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
"Really? Mom, are you going to swallow or clamp?" The young man's eyes lit up immediately, and he obediently pulled his penis out. As it left his mother's body, his penis swayed between his legs, looking full of vitality.
The thought of his dignified and noble mother, with her big buttocks sticking out, and his mouth, which usually only lectured and scolded him, soon taking his most shameful organ into her mouth and giving him oral sex, made him tremble with excitement! What a stark contrast in his personality! Serious and upright by day, lewd and depraved by night, yet it was all a woman, all his mother, all serving him, pleasing him. Before his mother had even actually done it, the young man, shamelessly... wanted to ejaculate!
Fortunately, he held back. "All is emptiness, all is emptiness..." He kept chanting to himself, trying to hypnotize himself.
"What is swallowing? What is clamping?" His big eyes blinked blankly, looking completely bewildered.
"It's oral sex and breast sex! Mom, you have no idea, every time my godmother does it for me, it feels so good! Her tongue is so soft, and she can even lick, but her breasts are a little smaller than yours, so she probably doesn't feel as good as you do... But it's never as comfortable and warm as yours, oh, I know! That's my home, I'm home, how can I not feel comfortable! Mom... Ah!" Now, if someone gave him a hammer, he could smash his head open and still not be satisfied! His face still hurt a little, for some reason, he forgot? Damn it! How could he so brazenly tell another woman he had just made love to about his godmother's unspeakable pleasures? Even though he and his godmother were still innocent, and they hadn't even consummated their relationship.
Song Ping, go to hell!
Sure enough, he saw his mother's face suddenly darken, looking very unpleasant. At the same time, he really felt his penis starting to go soft, because he was scared, but it was still very uncomfortable.
"You and she did it a long time ago, didn't you?" After their bodies separated, Ni Yan casually grabbed the blanket and covered herself, leaning back against the headboard. Her long hair hung loosely, giving her a languid and elegant air, like a pampered purebred cat.
"Ah, no, no!" the young man quickly waved his hands, terrified. If he hadn't been so honest and hadn't lied, he would have wet the bed—this was no joke! "Mom, please believe me, Mom. My godmother lets me sleep with her, and she lets me touch her breasts and suckle! Even now, it hasn't stopped. Last month, we even slept together one night, and she even... helped me ejaculate a few times! But I really haven't been inside her! I've never even seen my godmother's private parts! Mom, actually, before we did that, I... I was still a virgin! Mom... Mom, you are my... my first time! Mom, I also want to tell you that my godmother is absolutely innocent. She's not that kind of person! Look at her house, there's not a single thing a man would use! Please don't make things difficult for her, okay? Please, everything I'm saying is true, Mom, please believe me." "Please believe me, Mom!"
The young man was already kneeling on the bed, looking at his mother with trepidation, almost ready to kowtow and prove his innocence with his life. He didn't know why he was so flustered and helpless. He wasn't trying to defend himself; he was genuinely afraid that his mother would confront his godmother. He wasn't afraid that his godmother would ignore him, be angry with him, or blame him. He just didn't want to see the woman who was so good to him and loved him so much suffer any injustice. The thought of his momentary slip of the tongue causing that strong, decisive, and powerful iron lady to lose face and be humiliated in front of others filled him with excruciating pain. He even couldn't bear to think of her crying.
Young Song Ping didn't yet know that this was love—the feeling and premonition of falling in love with someone with genuine affection and a sincere heart!
The lawyer, Ni, maintaining her composed and unflappable demeanor, merely glanced at him, remaining silent. But she understood perfectly well. She knew her son wasn't lying; he was genuinely afraid. Otherwise, his physical reaction wouldn't have changed so drastically. His previously erect penis was now limp, still large, and swaying.
She felt a pang of sympathy. For a man, doing it but not ejaculating is even more painful and unsettling.
"Now that you have me, will you go to her? Sleep with her? Even... you know... you know?" Despite her heartache, she asked her son without changing her expression, revealing whether she was still resentful or had already let go of her anger.
The young man was stunned. He hadn't expected his mother to ask such a direct and blunt question.
"Yes!" He blurted out almost without thinking, his tone becoming increasingly firm and serious, devoid of any timidity or hesitation. "Mom! I know that saying or doing this will upset you again, and you might even want to hit me, but I don't want to lie to you. I will go to my godmother! I can't let her go! If... she wants to have sex with me, I will satisfy her, because I don't want to see her suffer, I can't bear to see her wronged. Mom, do you know? Sometimes I'm really afraid of her going on missions, and when I know my godmother is on a mission, I get terrified whenever I hear a sound on my phone. I'm afraid something will happen to her, afraid she'll get hurt, or even like my godfather, never... come back! Mom, I'm telling you the truth, even though we have this kind of relationship, it's because I care about you and want you to be okay, but I also think that one day you might not be able to..." "If you need me again, I hope you can go back to my dad's side and let him love you properly. That would make me happy, and I wouldn't be afraid of losing you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone out to buy condoms just now! But with my godmother, every time I get an erection in front of her, I really want her, I want her to be my woman, just my woman! At that time, I didn't have any dirty or shameful thoughts. I just wanted a woman who loved me, who let me see her body, enjoy her body, and give me pleasure! To love her, take care of her, and even let her... let her get pregnant... have my child, so I could take care of her and the child for the rest of my life! Mom, tell me, what's wrong with me? Why do I have these thoughts about an elder who has loved me since I was a child?"
Son, you've fallen in love with her!
Ni Yan listened quietly, her expression both complicated and solemn. She didn't speak, but in her heart, she made a sharp diagnosis for her son.
What could she say? What could she do? Should she scold him again? Or should she order him to break off his relationship with his godmother and never see her again? Or should she call her best friend, with whom she'd shared a bed and a bowl of rice since childhood, grown up together, weathered all the storms of life together, and be as close as family, tomorrow morning, and berate Lin Bingmeng as a shameless slut who would even seduce a child? If Lin Bingmeng is a slut, then what about Ni Yan? She'd probably be worse than an animal! She now understands that love and sex, affection and emotion, are things that no human being with flesh and blood can control. They aren't things that can be easily restrained, let alone persuaded by a few words from others. Therefore, it can be said that Ni Yan, as the son's guardian and a mother, chose silence, neither commenting nor supporting or opposing.
Son, let me tell you, I don't object to your feelings for your godmother, but it's doomed. In the end, you'll be the one suffering.
So, Mom wants to show you the facts that you walked the path on your feet, and you got the blisters on your feet yourself. When they bleed and fester, you'll know the pain. In life, how can you not experience pain, big or small?
Throughout history, no woman has ever slept with a man for nothing. People always want something—money or love. Ni Yan, as a mother, is no exception. Because she is a woman, and since she willingly slept with her son, she naturally wants something in return—the love, warmth, and kindness that only her husband provides. Therefore, when she heard her son express such unwavering love for another woman, she felt deeply uncomfortable, as if she had just lost something. However, she genuinely admired her son, believing he was not only a man in bed but also in love, and would grow up to be a responsible and devoted husband who would love the woman he cherished for a lifetime. For a fleeting moment, she even hoped her son would marry her best friend and have children together, spending their lives together. These two were the family members she cared about most, the ones she most wanted to witness their happiness—her dearest and most beloved relatives!
Of course, she only thought about it, knowing it was a pipe dream.
"Come on, lie down." Ni Yan lifted the blanket and called to her son. Then, she added slowly, "Don't worry, I'm not that bluffing. It's because of you, you brat, that you ruined our sisterly relationship of over forty years and tore apart our friendship."
The young man blinked, puzzled and astonished. His mother hadn't scolded him? She hadn't gotten angry? And she didn't seem to care about his relationship with his godmother? Instead, she calmly told him to lie down! Sigh! He really couldn't understand adults' thinking! Especially his two mothers! Take this matter in bed, for example. One thing he shouldn't have done, yet it's all true now. His mother was so proactive and willing, while the other thing, which should have been settled long ago, was so close, but his godmother was just keeping him hanging on, not giving it to him. It was driving him crazy!
He decided to forget about it and just enjoy the moment. He should seize the beautiful scenery and the beautiful woman in front of him!
The tall and strong Song Ping leaned forward, resting his head on the pillow, and lay naked on his side on his parents' bed again.
Ni Yan remained in the same position, leaning against the headboard. She gently covered her son with the blanket, lowering her eyes to look at his fluffy head. A moment later, she noticed the little rascal was getting restless. At first, his hand, like a thief's, rested on her smooth abdomen, rubbing her tummy in circles. After a few moments, his hand slowly moved upwards, leaving his warmth on her skin. Finally, it covered a soft breast, gently caressing it, his palm pressing tightly against the flesh and areola, swirling around.
"Son..." she called softly, but her son seemed completely absorbed in the pleasure, not paying attention.
Should she say it now? Or... wait! Watching her son so engrossed in playing with his toy, his face filled with ecstasy, Ni Yan bit her lip, swallowing the words that were already on the tip of her tongue.
Soon, her plump, bare thighs in bed were gently pressed against by a large, hard object, radiating heat. Without a doubt, her son was aroused!
"Mom…" she heard a weak, urgent voice. Looking down, she saw her son's face flushed red, his large hands gripping her round breasts forcefully and greedily, clearly impatient.
She slid into the warm bed, and as soon as she lay flat, a heavy body pressed down on her.
"Mom… I love you!" The young man's warm breath from his nose evenly sprayed onto his mother's flushed, hot face. Face to face, they could clearly see themselves in each other's pupils—two beautiful faces, faces filled with infatuation and desire for each other's bodies.
And so, the young genitals and the full, mature body, without another word or wasting a second, began their most beautiful, most pleasurable, and most blissful union in the bed, at this very moment, in their eyes!
The five soft, white fingers curled tightly, gripping the broad, powerful back of his hand. Their intertwined fingers symbolized their hearts being connected, and their lower bodies both yearned to be embraced and accepted by the other, hence their forceful, reckless welcoming and sending off. With each thrust of the young man, the warm, fleshy opening would immediately rise. Such perfect harmony was a union thicker than blood; the collision and friction of flesh against flesh was also the sighs of satisfaction and pleasure drawn from each other's bodies by two deeply loving people.
Even the creaking of the large bed seemed to become melodious, as if playing a lyrical melody for the two people on top of her, tender and affectionate like a violin, deeply moving and lively like a piano, and calmly and steadily offering blessings like a cello.
Although it was a mother and son, naked in bed, enjoying and engaging in the most beautiful, yet most unacceptable, sexual intercourse, her maternal heart was so pure at that moment. She only wanted her son to love her properly this once. With each thrust of his unique physiology into the depths of her body, she could feel his heartfelt filial piety and love, nothing more.
The son, thrusting relentlessly against his mother, savored her warm, fleshy body. He felt her fervent desire and need for him, and in that moment, as if struck by a divine awakening, with each rhythmic, powerful thrust, the few filthy thoughts he harbored vanished completely. He was simply happy to see his mother, to see her so satisfied with his entry and withdrawal. He felt this was the greatest gift from heaven, the best way to show his filial piety. Sexual pleasure was irrelevant to him! Did
incest between mother and son truly exist in this world? Did mothers and sons truly dare to defy societal norms and boldly attempt such illicit pleasure? He and she didn't know, but they knew they were doing it. They also knew that sex wasn't just about sex and love; it could also contain filial piety, respect, love, gratitude, compassion, and sacrifice. Therefore, as they made love, they savored every second, trying their best to grasp this fleeting moment of beauty!
This moment, this time. The mother and son enjoyed their lovemaking; they made love without any guilt!
Despite their reluctance to part, physiological limitations prevented them from doing so. With the young man's final, forceful thrusts, their bodies began to spasm and convulse. Then, they both reached that blissful paradise, achieving orgasm!
As the mother had said, when his thick, hard glans, covered in the copious love fluid secreted from her vagina, was deeply buried inside her uterus, throbbing violently against the intensely writhing flesh around him, he truly felt he was going to die—die in a land of tenderness, die in a soft ocean, die in the warm homeland his mother had given him!
Although he had ejaculated, his penis, which he hadn't been able to enjoy for days, was still very hard. Song Ping remained on top of his mother, still wanting more, slowly moving his hips, letting his penis, which was getting softer every minute, rub against the surrounding flesh. Unconsciously, he was still greedily craving the softness and comfort inside his mother's vagina, unwilling to come out.
"Son... Mom loves you!" After the climax, Ni Yan felt like a woman again. She liked this version of herself, free from the detachment and defensiveness of a career woman, devoid of the calm and wit she displayed in court, constantly scheming to suppress her opponent and leave them utterly defeated. Now, lying beneath her child, she felt completely relaxed, only able to feel the hard, large thing inside her vagina slowly shrinking, gradually returning to the size it was when she brought him into this world—a soft little penis. She felt that this was the true beauty of sex that a woman should experience with a man, the greatest satisfaction and happiness she, as a mother, gained from her son's penis, from hard to soft!
Unconsciously, his penis gradually softened and slowly slid out of his mother's vagina, still carrying a large amount of milky white fluid.
He ejaculated so much!
"Son, get up and help Mom wipe herself. Mom's a little tired and doesn't want to move." Ni Yan rested one arm on her forehead, still breathing slightly, her full, pink naked body rising and falling in the blankets.
The young man swallowed back the words he was about to say, "I want to eat something." He lifted the blanket, his limp penis hanging down as he knelt up, reached into the tissue box on the bedside table, pulled out a few tissues, and stepped between his mother's legs. He gently parted her thighs, and with the tissues in hand, he reached inside. His mother's pubic hair was so soft, and her vagina felt wonderful to the touch—warm, elastic, and wonderfully firm. Thinking about it, this was the first time his mother had let him touch her vagina willingly!
Did his father always serve his mother like this after they made love? Looking at that box of tissues, it seemed like it was prepared specifically for them after they made love. He wondered what it was like for his mother to make love with his father. He wondered if his mother had lost her virginity to his father. I wonder if Mom and Dad moan so wildly when they make love? I wonder… “Are you done yet? I told you to wipe that place, why are you dawdling like that? Hurry up!” An impatient rebuke ended his endless “I don’t know.”
“Ah! Oh no! Mom, not only does it feel good inside, but the outside feels amazing too! It’s a real gem! I wonder how much it would cost per square meter?” He was uttering “I don’t know” again. If he hadn’t been reading his mother’s face and seeing that she was in a good mood, he would never have dared to make such a lewd and ambiguous joke with her.
"Okay, tomorrow you can go to a real estate agency, or post an ad on 58.com saying, 'A heated cabin available, massage available, special services offered, and even a place to make babies, seeking a billionaire.' See if anyone's interested. Anyway, I'm not going to serve you two anymore, I'm going to eat and drink my fill!'" Her big eyes narrowed, her tone amused, and she didn't move, still lying naked on the bed, her curvaceous figure forming a 'jade body sleeping naked picture,' incredibly sexy and alluring.
"Great! Then, Ms. Ni, can I reserve it now? Twenty years from now, when China's Bill Gates comes to buy this 'heated cabin with massage, special services offered, and even a place to make babies, seeking a billionaire', he'll transfer all his assets to you, leaving you nothing!" He casually tossed aside the sticky tissue stained with his semen, then quickly lay back on the bed, stretched out his long arms, and pulled his mother's warm body into his arms, holding her tightly.
"Silly boy! Aren't they all free now? Twenty years from now! You want to... kill me with work?" She couldn't help but nuzzle her head against her son's chest, feeling the firmness of his pectoral muscles. "Kid, you're strong enough. All that basketball playing every day hasn't been for nothing," she thought. "Son, honestly, you're not a kid anymore. Even though your dad and I have good jobs and can support you like this, you need to plan for the future. Becoming a teacher isn't impossible; it's a respectable and stable job. But as parents, we want you to be successful, to stand out from the crowd. That's what makes life worthwhile, that's what makes it wonderful, you know?"
"Yes, I know, Mom. Let me tell you, I hate those rich kids and children of officials the most! They bully others and act like bullies! Without their parents, what are they? Mom, you're right. You have to rely on yourself in this life and make something of yourself for yourself and others! For your family, for your loved ones, to be honest, before we had this kind of relationship, if you said these things to me, I might have been impatient and felt like you were forcing me to do these things from your parents' perspective. To put it bluntly, I'm doing this for your self-esteem, because I love you." "Parents' pride, being able to boast to others about how good and capable their child is, only shows how immature and naive the son is. Now I understand what family and its people are all about."
Song Ping paused, then lowered his head, kissing his woman's soft, long hair and caressing her smooth body like a true man. Even though he always knew, and always remembered, that he was just a substitute, that he could only love the delicate body in his arms in place of the person outside the bedroom door, and could never steal her away.
"What is it? Tell me!" Her thin lips curved into a clear smile. She looked up, gazing with immense satisfaction at the broad body embracing her. She didn't know when it had happened, or perhaps it was that night of his first time, or maybe just now. As his mother, who understood him completely, she suddenly realized that he had grown up and become a man. Now, although her son's appearance hadn't changed much—he still had the same face that would throw a tantrum for days after not being bought a pair of NBA signature sneakers in high school; the same face that would sulk for days after a poor performance on a placement test; the same face that would be smug and never hide his emotions after getting into his dream university—his tone of voice and manner of handling things were different now. He had become more mature and composed. At least, from her simple woman's perspective, it was a great source of admiration and affirmation.
Looking at it this way, perhaps what she was about to tell him was indeed the right decision. There are always trade-offs; what she gave up might mean something missing in her future life, but gaining complete and unwavering support from another person wasn't a wise move.
For a moment, she even dared to think that perhaps it wouldn't be bad, wouldn't be impossible, for her son to genuinely love her and his mother. After all, she felt so comfortable and at ease with her son; after all, her body and heart belonged to him now!
"Home is like an equilateral triangle, and the people in the family are like three straight lines. Mom, you see, a home is made up of these three points welded together. They can't be separated; if any one leaves, the home will collapse. First, there were those two lines, which represent you and your spouse. You held hands, met, fell in love, and worked hard together. Gradually, the top point appeared. What is that? It's the pillar and beam of the home. Only when the top is strong and stable can there be a foundation below. At this point, the bottom line should appear and play its role. That's your children, us. We will stretch out our arms and firmly grasp our parents' hands. Holding your hands is like connecting this family. In this way, we are linked together, one link after another, forming a complete bond." Only with a solid foundation can a family thrive. Otherwise, if one person lets go of the other's hand, the entire triangle will lose its support and collapse. Therefore, no matter what, family members must hold each other's hands tightly. No matter what misunderstandings or conflicts arise, they should not hold grudges but let things slide. If you want the three points of the triangle to be as solid as a rock, with the three lines tightly sealed, you must be tolerant and understanding, and always nurture and cherish it with genuine affection. In a family, affection is paramount. Mom, don't you agree with me?"
He felt the warmth of his mother's two soft breasts pressed against his chest. It felt so good. He really wanted to hold her frail body, whose feelings for him were hard to define, like this, without eating or drinking, until the end of time. How wonderful that would be! However, he couldn't help but take his mission seriously. His hand, which had been lingering on his mother's full, smooth body, involuntarily stopped. His expression was earnest, his tone serious. He spoke these words with sincerity and clarity, for they were crucial to resolving his parents' conflicts and misunderstandings. If he could, he truly wanted to resolve these family problems tonight; they were a heavy burden on the young man's heart, something he couldn't shake off.
"My son has really grown up, a grown man who can speak eloquently!" Just as he finished speaking, Song Ping's lips lightly touched something soft. His mother was kissing him, but he knew this kiss was merely appreciation and reward, devoid of lust. Like when he was a child, whenever he got a perfect score, his mother would hug him and shower him with kisses. So he didn't move, returning the kiss. He had already defined his role: as long as he wasn't erect and his mother didn't need to engage in sexual activity, he had to remain calm and composed, without the slightest impure thought. Only then could he feel he was still a good person, not having strayed from human nature and conscience.
But son, look at our family, it's not complete anymore. Your father and I can no longer give you a solid and stable golden triangle. We... are already estranged. And this time, it was Mom who willingly left that corner, for my sake and for ours! He didn't hear these words in his mother's heart, this long sigh and pain.
On the large bed, the mother and son lay there, naked, without a blanket, yet they didn't feel cold at all.
The young man swore to God that his mind was absolutely pure and untainted, but he wasn't devoid of sensation. Let alone his youthful vigor, imagine yourself as an old man with a little sexual desire, quietly embracing a stunningly beautiful, naked woman, her large, soft breasts pressed against you, her nipples brushing against your bare chest with her steady breathing, and below, the slightest movement would summon that soft, fuzzy, beautiful area of her pubic hair—could you not react?
Yes, he was hard again! His bright red glans pressed against his mother's dark thighs, as if pleading, gently rubbing against her soft pubic hair.
"Son, Mom wants… Mom wants…" he heard his mother stammer, as if unsure how to begin.
The young man felt a surge of joy. Did his mother sense his erection and feel the same way? Indeed, a mother and son are connected by blood!
But the next moment, his joy vanished. His naked penis, like a defeated rooster, hung limply, its former pride gone. He heard a sentence that struck him like a bolt from the blue, sudden and utterly devastating.
"Son, Mom wants... wants to divorce your father!" With her face still buried in her son's chest, Ni Yan let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, she said it!
These words, from the moment she willingly let her son hold her, from the moment she kissed another man's lips, from the moment she completely indulged her desires, were already on the verge of leaving her lips! She could tolerate her husband's nights away from home, accept sharing her man with a complete stranger, and even pretend to be magnanimous and indifferent when she knew he no longer loved her. Because, as the saying goes, she loved her man, her home, and her children. Therefore, she was willing to endure it all alone. As long as everything she loved was well, she was content and happy. For a woman
, this is her only wish, her most basic desire: a harmonious family, unwavering love, and healthy, happy children. That is a woman's paradise, and she asks for nothing more.
Although in reality, it was Song Changxiang who wronged her first, she was an open-minded woman. After all, what man isn't prone to infidelity? Moreover, with her husband's current high position and power, it's almost impossible for him to avoid getting his shoes wet while walking along the riverbank. She knows that being a good and capable wife isn't just about being clever and capable at home; outside, a woman also needs to be open-minded and generous, giving her man enough space to move around and not keeping a close watch on him, as that would greatly hinder his career advancement. Therefore, regarding her husband's infidelity, she felt half condemnation and blame, and half self-reproach. Thus, she still had to think about her family, which was a kind of compensation for both of them, ensuring neither owed the other anything.
But now, she also felt it was a constraint on their marriage, because neither of them, physically or emotionally, belonged entirely to each other anymore. She could tolerate her husband's fickleness, but she absolutely could not allow herself to be two-timing! A woman cannot have two husbands. She absolutely adhered to the traditional virtues of obedience, submission, and loyalty. Now that her heart and soul were with her son and her second man, she couldn't shamelessly pretend everything was the same as before. Otherwise, she would feel no different from those prostitutes who shamelessly sought pleasure, prioritizing sex over love and casually toying with their precious bodies. Since the old relationship was over and their hearts were separated, it was better to cut the Gordian knot and be decisive.
Her choice to divorce and withdraw was not due to a breakdown in their relationship or a lack of love, but rather because she didn't want to create any further entanglement. That's why her heart and soul ached so much, why she was so attached and reluctant to let go.
"Son, please don't blame yourself, okay? Mom knows you sacrificed yourself to love and cherish Mom in place of your father, because you didn't want Mom to be without...without sexual satisfaction and fulfillment! Mom admits she was about to burst. Even if it wasn't you, if some young man in his twenties—not to mention his twenties, even a middle-aged man around Mom's age—had that kind of interest and wanted to sleep with your mom, Mom would have gone along with it. But Mom can't be like others, pretending not to know. Since Mom slept with someone else, Mom still has to divorce your father. Mom just wants a clean and pure marriage and love. Mom just wants her body to be clean and pure. It's impossible for her to tolerate two men at the same time; otherwise, Mom would feel no different from those prostitutes! Son, do you know? You'll crave anything you can't have for a long time, and once you get it, it's uncontrollable. Ever since that day, when we did that..." "Mom can't let go anymore. Mom can't stop thinking about you, wants you to love Mom every day. Mom knows it's shameless to say this, we've already wronged your father, so Mom wants to be decisive. He can go find his freedom, and he doesn't need to think about owing Mom anything anymore. Mom can live with you every day without any burden. But remember this, I gave birth to you, and I will always be your mother! Especially when we're...doing it! Do you understand?"
Just now, after she finished speaking, she clearly felt the person holding her tremble, and then, the thing between her legs, which had been hard, suddenly went soft. She knew this must be a huge blow and cause her son to feel guilty. He had meant well, wanting to take his father's place and help his parents maintain their marriage, wanting to resolve the conflict internally and mend the rift, but it all backfired, and he became the biggest culprit.
Incest with his mother, destroying his family, causing his parents to go their separate ways—what a good son he was! He will never forgive himself, Ni Yan thought.
"Mom, I only want to hear one thing from you: do you still love Dad?" She heard her son ask in a trembling voice, his voice choked with emotion, yet formal and solemn.
"Now, what can love do, and what can I do if I don't love? Mom really can't bear to part with your dad. Thinking about how every morning when I open my eyes, I won't see his kind, sleeping face anymore. Thinking about how no matter how tired he was, as long as he was home, he would cook us several good meals every month, and that satisfied look on his face. Thinking about all the grievances I suffered at work, your dad always found a way to make me happy, to make me laugh. He still treated me like a little girl, cherishing and caring for that man. Mom's heart aches like it's broken. Mom... Mom really loves your dad. Mom... can't bear to part with him! So, Mom also hopes he's doing well. Since your dad doesn't need Mom anymore, then Mom has no choice but to let go and let someone else love and care for him. Son, do you understand?" Unconsciously, her face became wet with tears. She cried. She knew this was a release of her love for her husband, a farewell to her past feelings, and a burial of her failed but still loving marriage!
Say it, say it all! He couldn't let his parents misunderstand each other anymore. Even if his father was truly a cripple and couldn't give his mother all his love, he could still let her know how much her man loved her, that her love and loyalty to him hadn't been wasted, and that it was all worthwhile!
Love was always better than hate, wasn't it?
The young man hugged his mother tightly, then pushed her away, lowered his head, and let her see his earnest and honest eyes clearly.
"Mom, actually, my dad doesn't have anyone outside, and he's incapable of having anyone. He doesn't love you, he doesn't give you the satisfaction and comfort you should have. It's not that he doesn't want to fulfill his duties as a man, but that he's incapable in that area anymore. He... he just can't love you! My dad... my dad is sick! The reason he didn't tell you is because he loves you and can't bear to lose you, Mom!" How ironic! He never expected that it would be his son who confessed to his mother, completely naked, saying that his father was no longer a man, and that he and his own mother had just had sex twice, so passionately making love! Song Ping felt that his world was about to fall apart!
"Son...son, what did you say? What do you mean your father no longer has the obligations of a man? Your father is sick? What kind of sickness? Is it an STD?"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw his mother's eyes widen instantly. Her still clear eyes were filled not only with tears, but also with shock and regret. He knew his mother believed him, and her heart had been struck hard—to the most vulnerable part of her womanly heart. No son would tell his mother about such a tragic and shameful secret about his father. If he hadn't first told his son about his desire for a divorce, she would have been kept in the dark, tormented by the guilt of betraying her husband and being a wife while having an affair with her son, Song Ping thought.
This is for the best. Rather than letting the family carry such a heavy burden, it's better to cut it off cleanly. Although there will be scars, intense pain, and tears of regret, a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one. It's pain born of love; after a while, the gloom will dissipate, the clouds of sorrow will clear, and the family will be reconciled.
However, Ni Yan, as the wife, could not let go of the past. A profound sense of guilt and regret enveloped her heart, which no longer belonged solely to her husband. Good heavens! What had she done! Why hadn't she noticed her husband's changes before? Why, knowing he loved sleeping naked, and even when they weren't intimate, liked to press his penis against her thigh, rubbing it against her genitals, engaging in passionate skin-to-skin contact every night, had she, for the past year, always worn only underwear, completely covering his genitals?
Where had her ever-changing, sharp mind and keen insight gone? Why was she so fixated on the thought that her husband had someone else and no longer loved her? Why had she so narrow-mindedly driven herself into a dead end, so stubbornly forcing her husband to sleep with her? Why hadn't she looked at her lover's expression then—was it resignation or unwillingness?
Why, why, why…
These endless, regretful "whys" completely shattered her self-proclaimed intelligence and arrogance, causing her tear ducts to break down! In an instant, she burst into tears! She threw herself into her son's arms, tears streaming down her face. The surging, hot liquid instantly soaked the young man's chest, the tears flowing like a stream down his prominent chest.
Song Ping gently patted his mother's back, holding her close, letting her trembling shoulders shake in his arms, silently telling of her sorrow.
Just then, Ni Yan felt a warm hand caress her bare shoulder, and then, involuntarily, she rolled over, throwing herself into another broad embrace.
"Yan'er! I'm sorry, this past year... this past year has really been hard on you!" Song Changxiang pressed his wife's head tightly against his chest, letting her cry freely. A year had passed, and he was so close, so bold, so unburdened in holding his wife's naked body. His hand was buried deep in her long hair, while his other hand continuously caressed her soft, smooth body. Ah! He let out a long, satisfied sigh in his heart.
"Song Changxiang, you're not human! Why don't you just die? Why didn't you tell me about something this serious? Who do you take me for? A whore who sleeps with you? What can't we, as husband and wife, share? What kind of saint are you pretending to be? Why do you think you can shoulder everything yourself? Do you think I'll forgive you for this? Get out! Get out!"
After crying for a while, the delicate body in her arms began to struggle, waving her arms wildly and pounding on his chest. Then, her slender fingers pinched and squeezed it, each blow aimed with deadly force. After a few times, his chest was covered in purple and red marks, burning with pain. But just then, Song Changxiang's lips were suddenly sealed by something soft and smooth. His wife was kissing him so forcefully and passionately!
One night, he secretly watched his wife and son's lovemaking. Now, as he kissed his wife so passionately, he suddenly felt a slight sensation in his genitals. Although his penis was still limp, for a fleeting moment, it twitched upwards, almost becoming erect! Even if it was only for a second.
It seemed the doctor's advice was correct: more visual and sexual stimulation, coupled with scientific treatment, might lead to recovery.
Obviously, at his age, watching pornography was no longer arousing. Although he held a high position of power, he couldn't abuse his authority by randomly grabbing a couple and making them undress in front of him; otherwise, he himself would soon be stripped of his official robes and out of office. After much thought, he decided to have his two closest and dearest relatives treat him. And once they had the first time, there would be a second and a third…
Just now, he hadn't expected watching his wife and son make love to be so enjoyable and stimulating. He felt no jealousy or disgust; instead, he was incredibly excited and his blood was boiling! He felt good when his son touched his mother's breasts; he felt good when his wife kissed his son; he felt good when his son climbed on top of his mother, his penis so clearly inside her vagina; he felt it was wonderful; his wife's loud, lewd moans were like heavenly music to him!
That kind of wife, that kind of woman, was absolutely fresh and lewd in his eyes, something that would never have appeared beneath him before.
Actually, his son hadn't gone out at all; he had gone home. The condom thing was just a cover-up between father and son, so his clever wife wouldn't suspect anything and could have sex with her son without worry.
"Changxiang, I love you!" After a while, Ni Yan pulled away from her husband's lips, her large eyes filled with unwavering love and a resolute farewell. "Let's get a divorce! You saw it yourself, you caught me and our son in bed together. I have nothing to say, I'm sorry!"
"Silly girl! What's there to apologize for?" Song Changxiang gently wiped away a tear from his wife's face with his finger, looking at her earnestly and affectionately. "Yan'er, listen to me. First, I love you, so I don't want to lose you and let someone else have you. Second, I love my son, and he loves his mother. Besides, you love us, father and son. Remember what our son said about the triangle in our family? Look. Isn't our family the most unbreakable golden triangle? Interlocking, everyone has an inseparable love for the other two, and everyone is satisfied. I'm not afraid of losing you anymore. I've also made my son give you satisfaction, so I don't feel like I owe you anything. And while you're satisfied, you also gain the love and hearts of two men, keeping the two men you love most by your side. Isn't that great? So, Yan'er, I will absolutely not divorce you. Besides, if we divorce, given my current state, I'll be alone for the rest of my life. What woman would want to live with a good-for-nothing? Can you and our son bear to do that?"
"Changxiang! Could it be... could it be that you still want me to do 'that' with our son? Are you out of your mind?"
Hearing her husband's words, Ni Yan's eyes widened in shock, devoid of remorse. She was grateful to her husband for not blaming her for her infidelity, and she felt guilty, having misunderstood him for a year and caused him considerable harm. She was willing to make amends, both for her actions and words. She didn't want a divorce; it was all a misunderstanding, and now that it was cleared up, everything was fine. At worst, she could only suffer in silence. She thought of her best friend, Lin Bingmeng, who hadn't had a man or sex for over ten years and had managed.
As long as there was love between husband and wife, sex was secondary; it didn't matter if they didn't have it. But she couldn't understand and was utterly astonished. How could the always upright Deputy Mayor Song tolerate his wife and son's incestuous relationship! And he even seemed to enjoy it! Now, knowing that her husband hadn't betrayed her, while she had slept with her son, it was a nightmare for her! Disgusted and filled with self-reproach.
"Yan'er, it's not that I want you and our son to have sex, but the doctor said my condition is called 'sexual sleepiness,' and it's not incurable. Just now, my penis seemed to actually...get hard. Seeing you so happy made me truly relieved and happy. This is the most crucial step in the treatment; it requires visual stimulation and a boost, just like a heart patient needs a stent. With medication and other things, recovery isn't impossible. Yan'er, I want to love you properly too! So, can you two continue for a while longer? Let's see if my condition improves. I'll actively cooperate with the treatment during this time. You want to see me get better, don't you?"
Song Changxiang gently caressed his wife's smooth face, speaking pitifully, like a starving person begging for food on their knees. But inside, he was overjoyed. The thought of being able to openly watch real people have sex right before his eyes, live-streamed, made it all worthwhile, even if it meant becoming a eunuch. He was over fifty anyway, and he was no longer capable of doing "that" with his wife. Besides, although she was still beautiful, he'd been fucking her for half his life; her cunt had long lost its novelty.
Right, what did his son say to his mother earlier? That he often touched Lin Bingmeng's breasts? And slept with her? Lin Bingmeng, Lin Bingmeng! Those breasts that woman hides under her police uniform must be huge, right? Touching them with both hands must feel incredibly good, right? Having my cock between those two big breasts, a breastjob, must be amazing, right? When he regains his virility, going back to fuck that slutty female captain with his erect penis is the wise thing to do!
Thinking this, he received a faint signal below, and his penis hardened again!
"Yan'er, I think my penis is reacting now. That day... didn't you say you wanted me to suck it for a while? How about now? Just a moment, if you want it, let your son love you once!" Seizing the opportunity, he hurriedly stripped naked, lying on the bed with his limp penis hanging down. He deliberately ignored the silent and surprised expressions of the two people beside him, instead grinning at his son across from his wife, "Son, watch closely, your mother is definitely a virgin. This is her first time giving a man oral sex. You're really lucky to see this!"
Ni Yan suddenly looked up, utterly incredulous. How could her husband... how could he let her do such an obscene and disgusting thing in front of their son? Even before, when they were intimate, although he had hinted at it, suggesting she lick him, he had never forced her when he saw her unwillingness.
Sigh! Her husband was sick. Before, because of her, she had never been able to satisfy him. Now that things were like this anyway, as long as he got better, what was there for her to hold back? After all, her body now belonged to him and their son. They had seen what they should have seen, and done what they shouldn't have done, so… let's go!
Convincing herself this, she blushed, climbed off the bed, and slowly moved her snow-white body between her husband's legs. She slowly reached out, her soft fingers spreading and then closing, grasping a small, soft shaft. Song Changxiang's penis was simply not big enough; even when erect, it was only the size of two fingers, let alone now, when it was completely useless. In her hand, it was less than half a palm's width. Ni Yan habitually stroked it a few times, fantasizing that she could make him hard, then leaned over, parted her lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed her husband's genitals!
Since it was her first time and she had absolutely no experience, she just lay there with her large breasts hanging down, leaning forward, her head neither up nor down, her mouth completely still, holding the man's penis.
"So comfortable! Yan'er, your little mouth is so fucking warm! It feels even better than your pussy!"
His dream of over twenty years had finally come true. To be honest, Song Changxiang loved his wife, loved her beauty and kindness, loved her upright character, loved her unwavering devotion to him, but he was also annoyed by his wife's domineering and willful nature, especially during sex. They had been using the same position for twenty years! She just lay there on her back, and although she had a pair of large, white breasts that were quite fun to touch, soft and comfortable, the coldness of sex, like a zombie, sometimes really bored him. He would move a little, she would move a little, there was no passion or excitement, until he ejaculated.
But just now, my wife was so uninhibited. Her hips seemed to be powered by a motor, her cunt thrusting upwards so rapidly, eagerly responding to her son. Even when he didn't move, she impatiently rubbed her cunt against his penis, her movements urgent and unrestrained—completely unlike her.
Her post-orgasm laughter, her flirtatious banter with her son, were also unlike her.
So, my wife, being fucked by another man, lying beneath another man, naked, was so slutty! And…so beautiful!
It turns out he was incompetent, unable to train his seemingly respectable wife into a wanton, slutty cunt, a whore!
What a damn shame!
But, isn't she so open and wanton because she enjoys sex with her son? Then, as her good husband, I'll grant her wish! Let her have her fill, let her son see that his beloved mother is actually a lowly bitch, a beast who will have sex with her own son in the future!
"Yan'er, look, your son's physical reaction is unbearable. Let him have some pleasure, okay?" He reached out and gently touched the breast hanging on his wife's chest, then turned his head to look at his son, whose penis was erect but remained as still as a wax figure, saying nothing. "Look, your mother's cunt is already wide open? Silly boy, that means your mother is aroused and needs you to love her! Go on! Didn't your mother say she wants you to fuck her every day, to put your penis in her cunt every day, to ejaculate inside, to pee inside! You're really lucky, even your father doesn't get this kind of treatment!" Pervert!
For
the first time, Song Ping cursed his father fiercely in his heart. He hated his father's tone of voice, hated his father for disregarding his mother's feelings and dignity, making his mother do something she didn't want to do, and in front of her son at that. It was her first time performing oral sex. His mother must have resisted before, but now, he thought he was the greatest because he was the patient, and that everyone should obey him.
He didn't even recognize the man in front of him, the one his mother was serving him.
"Son, come here! Love...love Mommy from behind! Mommy wants it too!" At that moment, he saw his mother spit out that small penis, look up at him and say this, gently shaking her head and mouthing, "Make your dad happy!" Then, she lowered her head and took the penis into her mouth, sucking on it.
If there was anyone in this world who could know his thoughts without him saying a word or seeing his actions, it would definitely be his beloved and respected mother. His mother must have seen that he was in pain, that he felt sorry for her, and that he didn't want to see his mother like this. Originally, he wanted to get up and leave, even though he wanted to do it with his mother again, but he really hated doing it with his mother so openly in front of others.
Although their sexual activity had been witnessed by his father all night, since his father hadn't shown his face in public, the young man could comfort himself that it was all for his father's good, and out of sight, out of mind. He and his mother had made love twice that night, and he felt he had fallen deeply in love with her—loved her gentleness, her girlish shyness, her charming smile—all so pure and beautiful. This love wasn't the respect a son had for his mother, but a man's tenderness and affection for a woman; he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, protect her, and care for her. This love even surpassed his infatuation with Lin Bingmeng! Therefore, if he were to make love with his mother again, it would absolutely be under the mutual consent of both of them, in a romantic setting, with a hazy, loving atmosphere, to enjoy the intimate beauty and deep affection that belonged to them as mother and son.
But what he was about to do was purely and dry sexual intercourse—a beastly act!
Let's do it just once. It's not easy for our parents to make up now and clear up the misunderstanding. Maybe our father was just acting on a whim. He's really pitiful. Even though he sleeps in the same bed with our mother every night, he doesn't dare to hold her in his arms or caress her as much as he wants. Anyway, now he's seen everything he should have seen and done everything he shouldn't have done in front of him. Let's just let him vent his lust this once!
As expected, a mother and son are of one mind; their thoughts are perfectly aligned. Thinking this, the young man also got out of bed, his thick, hard penis erect, and came behind his mother, in front of her buttocks. He then reached out and lovingly stroked his mother's snow-white buttocks, which were smooth and very comfortable. As he touched them, he brought his penis to the tip of his mother's hairy vaginal opening and gently, with deep love and respect, rubbed it against his mother's labia a few times. The glans felt the warmth and tenderness of his mother's private parts, which was truly wonderful. Then, he slowly thrust forward, also very gently, as if his mother were a virgin, afraid of accidentally hurting her. Finally, his large penis was completely accommodated by his mother's vagina!
Regardless of his mood, good or bad, his mother's body was always so wonderful, so warm, giving him a sense of freedom and comfort, like being back home. His large penis was completely enveloped by his mother's fleshy opening, making him temporarily forget all his current unpleasantness. He began to hold his mother's big buttocks and thrust in and out with pleasure, faster and faster, more and more forcefully...
"Son, is this fun? Look how much you're enjoying fucking your mom! Look at her big tits, swaying back and forth, it's so exciting! Touch her, touch her big tits! Yan'er, stop sucking now, just moan if you want to! Like before, do you know how horny you are then? If in your beloved courtroom, other men, several men, gang raped you, wouldn't that be even more fun? Touching your tits, one big cock after another shoving into your mouth, your cunt, and your asshole, how exciting that would be! Yan'er, you love me, don't you? Then you're willing to do anything for me, right? How about we do this sometime? I'll record you for free! I'll film you looking beautiful!"
Song Changxiang also got up. He knelt on the bed, leaned down, almost face to face with his wife, and clearly heard the uncontrollable moans coming from her mouth. It wasn't enjoyment, not the pleasure of sex, but simply her own instincts and physiological reactions.
Having lived half his life, for the first time in bed, Song Changxiang experienced unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction. Although this pleasure and satisfaction didn't come from himself—from having sex with his wife—watching her expression of enjoyment mixed with extreme reluctance, he felt as if his meridians had been opened, feeling a surge of pleasure throughout his body. Every drop of blood in his body danced and surged, carrying an unknown excitement that coursed through his brain.
At this moment, Song Changxiang wished this scene could happen every day, so he could feast his eyes on it! And, he absolutely wanted his wife to remove the IUD; it would be best if they didn't use contraception at all!
At this moment, Ni Yan's fair and translucent body moved involuntarily back and forth, her long hair disheveled, her two soft arms propped on the large bed, her large, full breasts swaying violently, incredibly alluring. She was making love with her son, yet she was almost unaware of who she was. It wasn't because she was enjoying the passion, or because she was lost in infatuation; she simply doubted whether she was still the considerate, affectionate, and obedient wife she once was. She kept telling herself that her husband was sick, and that he would be alright once he emerged from his slump! "I can endure it," she thought, "I can still love and tolerate him as before. Just endure it!"
At this moment, Song Ping felt comfortable; he could openly enjoy his mother's body without feeling guilty towards his father. But his heart was heavy with grief and indignation. How he wished time could turn back, how he wished he and his mother were just an ordinary mother and son, simply loving each other, a simple mother-son relationship. He would be filial to his mother, and his mother would love her child—simple and peaceful. How wonderful that would be!
The reason he thought this way wasn't because he was unhappy or miserable. He genuinely craved sex with his mother, but that was just now, their private time together. Now, watching his mother's silent demeanor, being played with like a female dog, and hearing his father insult her with such obscene and filthy words, the young man's heart ached terribly! He was furious! He was truly filial; he couldn't bear to see his mother suffer even the slightest grievance or pain. Whether it was the loneliness she endured before or this scene, he told himself this was absolutely the last time. He couldn't let his proud, dignified, and self-respecting mother suffer such vile trampling! Absolutely not!
At worst, he would persuade his mother to divorce, and he would love her alone!
In one night, he had rebuilt the bridge of his parents' relationship; now, he, their son, hoped to tear it down!
Life and time are so unpredictable and elusive; you never know what will happen next.
At this moment, the family appeared warm and harmonious, enjoying lovemaking naked. However, a huge and obvious undercurrent was surging, slowly engulfing the hearts of the three family members!

Chapter 8: Secret Competition
Continuing from the last chapter, it seems everyone dislikes Comrade Song Changxiang, so… haha! I think I succeeded! Although I have been writing novels for ten years, I have never really created many truly heinous villains. Song Changxiang should be the first major villain I have ever written. That's right, he is a hypocritical man, just like Yue Buqun in Mr. Jin Yong's works. Of course, I would never dare to compare myself to Mr. Jin Yong. I think that when a man loses his sexual function, his mind becomes twisted and perverted. He instigated his wife and son to have sex, initially wanting to make her feel better and not wanting her to suffer. But when he saw it with his own eyes, he became jealous. He felt inferior, that he was not as good as his son, so he was unwilling to accept it and simply gave up. But don't worry, there will be no more incest between mother and son in the future.
Here, I also want to praise Hanwu. His comments and opinions are always so righteous, as if they possess a righteous spirit, making people feel that even watching pornography and writing pornographic novels can lead to the right path. It's as if no matter what you are like, he wants to tell you and guide you to walk the right path in life. I personally admire this very much!
I also want to thank my first chat friend: sex93344, and Jiaduobao, thank you for your understanding. Of course, also the senior moderator: Lingchenruoshui!
This was Song Ping's first impression when he entered the restaurant's private room and saw his godmother.
The large and luxuriously decorated private room was filled with laughter. There were more than a dozen people around the large round table, men and women, and Lin Bingmeng was sitting in the center of the table, her hands casually resting on the table, with a friendly and faint smile on her face, like a patriarch.
Looking at the people around her, they were also relaxed and casual, chatting and laughing with her, but a kind of awe was not hard to hide.
"Mom!" Song Ping walked over and called softly. It was a habit; no matter how many people were around, he always called her "Mom," using the same term as his own mother. In fact, when they were together, they were often confused about which one their son was calling.
"You're here?" Lin Bingmeng turned around at the sound of his voice, raised her finger, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her expression remained largely unchanged as she replied.
"Mom, happy birthday!" His godmother's cold expression made him very uncomfortable, or rather, very unaccustomed to it. If his short twenty-four years were a Peking Opera with black and white masks, then without a doubt, his biological mother belonged to the category of Bao Zheng (a famous judge in Chinese history), stern and solemn. Just seeing her instilled a sense of fear in him. His godmother, on the other hand, was like the dashing and charming Song Ci (a famous Chinese poet). Although she also had a pair of discerning yet authoritative eyes, when she looked at her godson, those bright eyes always shone with a gentle light, softly enveloping him, always making him feel unrestrained. Therefore, he always liked to cling to his godmother, to be close to her, and to enjoy being with her.
He remembered when he was little, before he slept separately from his parents, he always thought how wonderful it would be to sleep next to his kind-hearted father and his godmother, who tolerated his every whim, no matter how wild he was! Instead, when he played in bed a little longer, he would hear that threatening and cold voice saying, "Go to sleep now!"—his tiger mother.
Thinking about all this, he took out a beautiful little box and handed it to his godmother.
"Did you buy this for Mom?" Taking the box, a hint of surprise finally appeared on Lin Bingmeng's delicate and dignified face. Without hiding it, she gently opened it, revealing a vibrant emerald pendant sitting proudly in the center, confidently displaying its beauty to its soon-to-be wearer.
Looking at her orange-yellow low-cut sweater, she wondered if this color would match. Her neck was currently bare and unadorned, so she might as well wear it right away and let everyone see! The usually decisive female captain thought to herself with a smug satisfaction, seemingly forgetting the matter that had been bothering her for the past few days.
"Uh! This… actually, my mom prepared it in advance, and she asked me to bring it to you." Lin Bingmeng saw her son scratching the back of his head and told the truth. So it
was a case of using someone else's gift to present something to someone else! What was the point then?
"Please sit down. Call the waiter for another set of cutlery." She immediately closed the box, tossing it aside without another glance. But then she thought it was a bit too cold, making her son feel awkward. After all, he was the closest person to her among all these people, family. So she looked up again and asked, trying to make conversation, "Where's your mom? She called me this morning and said she went to Shanghai with your dad. Why did she leave in such a hurry? A few days ago, when she was on a business trip, she said she wanted to celebrate my birthday and we all get together."
"She... went to see a doctor!" Song Ping mumbled, then immediately sat down on the other side of the table, keeping a distance from his godmother.
He knew his godmother was just being polite and didn't want to continue the conversation. After all, there were many other people present, and she needed to be diplomatic. But mentioning his parents, especially his father, made him blush and feel uneasy, as if he were something he couldn't bear to be seen in public. And, in fact, he really could not be seen in public.
He sat down, stealing glances at those around him. Finding no one noticing his odd behavior or embarrassment, he picked up his chopsticks and fell into deep thought. Exhausted
from the previous night's frenzy, he was completely still when his mother woke him naked this morning. Like a child, he wanted to stay in his warm bed a little longer. But when he opened his eyes, he saw his mother already dressed, in sportswear, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, looking young and clean.
He checked the time; it was only 5:30. His mother had called him for morning exercise.
This was the first time his mother had ever woken him, a lazybones, so early. Thinking back to the night before, sleeping in the same bed with his parents, and the wonderful yet incredibly sinful things he and his mother had done in front of his father, he realized his mother must want to talk to him behind his father's back. So he quickly got up, quietly dressed, and slipped out of the house with his mother.
The streets were deserted, with only a few people walking their dogs in the morning. Whenever she saw those cheerful little creatures skipping and hopping past, her mother couldn't resist squatting down to play with those adorable little sprites for a while, patting their heads and shaking their hands. That's how much her mother loved dogs.
Her pure, happy, and heartfelt smile was just like a little girl's.
The mother and son ran for a while, not particularly tired, but still sat down on a bench by the roadside in silence. He looked at his mother's beautiful profile, even without makeup, while she gazed up at the gray sky.
"Son, I've been away from home these past few days, you must take good care of yourself, okay?" His mother suddenly spoke, then turned her head, looking at him with gentle eyes, her weariness and exhaustion evident in them, making his heart ache. "I didn't sleep a wink last night! I felt... I felt your dad had changed! He'd changed so much in over twenty years, I don't recognize him anymore. Son, tell me the truth, did you and your dad plan this all along, treating me like this? Otherwise, why couldn't you buy that thing at any time? You're not a child anymore, why did you have to sneak around under the cover of darkness to buy that thing?" (Two more sounds of doors opening followed.) "So your dad's back, right? Humph! Actually, when I saw him suddenly appear, I understood everything. I just felt soft-hearted and didn't want to embarrass you two, so I exposed you. Okay, you don't need to explain. Anyway, I was willing from the beginning. We've already slept together, what's there to say? But this kind of thing can't happen again in our family, so I'm going to your dad's workplace to ask for leave for him. We'll leave immediately for Shanghai. A college classmate of mine is an authority in this field and is also very close to me, so the confidentiality issue can be guaranteed. Son, let me tell you, now I feel like throwing up whenever I close my eyes!"
He felt the same way!
"Well... my dad really still has a chance to recover. He still wants to see us..." Although he couldn't bear to mention it again, he still couldn't control his curious mouth and kept asking questions.
"Song Ping! Stop fucking forcing me, okay? If it's no use, I'll just die! Let Song Changxiang watch whoever he wants to watch have sex!" Ni Yan suddenly roared, hysterically interrupting her son, her words incoherent. Then she buried her head between her legs and sobbed. At that moment, she no longer wanted to pretend; it was too exhausting.
Cry, cry! It'll be better if you cry it out! Similarly, tears aren't a blackboard eraser; crying won't erase the facts that have already happened. Song Ping silently looked at his mother and said in his heart,
"Son, now... Mom only has you!" After crying for a while, she straightened up and threw herself into her son's arms, her body still trembling like a wounded little animal. "Hold me tight!"
Even through several layers of thick clothes, Song Ping could still feel the softness of his mother's body and the tenderness and helplessness of her womanhood at that moment.
Even through several layers of thick clothing, Ni Yan could still feel the strength of her son's bones and the broadness of his chest at that moment—so warm, so reassuring and safe, just what she, as a woman, wanted at that time!
Although she didn't want to admit it, Ni Yan had unconsciously come to regard her son as her man, the man she needed, the kind of man she could rely on and entrust herself to!
Like a husband.
Song Ping knew that his mother had left in such a hurry because she was escaping, not wanting to give his father another chance, not wanting the three of them to spend another night together—only in this way could they avoid it.
But he didn't know how long this avoidance would last? How long would the torment last? How long would this happy family be separated?
Just thinking about it gave him a headache!
Luckily, there was a bottle of beer on the table. He picked it up, poured himself a large glass, then tilted his head back, letting the bitter, cold liquid slide over his tongue, and drank it all in one gulp.
What was wrong with this child? He usually didn't drink at all; why was he drinking today? And so quickly and so heavily? Song Ping thought no one had noticed his unusual quietness, but how could such an abnormal behavior escape Lin Bingmeng's sharp eyes? Moreover, after not seeing him for several days, her gaze kept drifting towards him.
She really wanted to see her son; she couldn't stop thinking about him, even though she kept telling herself she couldn't be so pathetic!
"Deputy Captain Ye has been gone so long, surely he didn't come back empty-handed? Afraid of losing face, he didn't dare return?" At this moment, a young man, not very old but looking mature beyond his years, jokingly teased with a loud voice.
"Brother Liu, what do you know? Everyone in our team knows that Deputy Captain Ye is Aunt Lin's right-hand man! Let alone today being Aunt Lin's birthday and wanting a bottle of aged Lafite to celebrate, even if Aunt Lin wanted a peach, Deputy Captain Ye could ride a rocket to the Queen Mother of the West to get one. He's incredibly good to his superior! Even though I've only been here two months, I've seen it all!" A long-haired girl in a pink turtleneck sweater immediately chimed in, grinning and giving a knowing wink.
Song Ping knew that although his godmother was the captain of the criminal investigation team, decisive and capable, she was also approachable. Her men loved joking with her and were completely at ease; some even called her "Aunt Lin," genuinely treating her as an elder. He admired this about his godmother, thinking that this was what a good leader was—no beatings or scolding, yet able to make her subordinates willingly risk their lives for her.
"Haha! Little Sun, you're wasting your talents being a detective! You should be in the criminal investigation department; that would be a better fit for your gossipy and quick-witted brain!" As soon as the girl finished speaking, a hearty laugh rang out from outside the private room. With the laughter, a robust, yet refined-looking middle-aged man strode in, bringing a gust of wind with him. He slammed the bottle on the table and said in a grand manner, "Come on, Little Liu, open it! Try it and see if it tastes like '82! But it's pointless for you to drink it; '82, you don't even know what a speck of dust that is! Quickly, fill up the birthday boy's cup!"
Before he finished speaking, everyone in the room exclaimed in surprise, their voices filled with envy and admiration, creating a small climax in the entire meal.
It's not that these policemen are naive or inexperienced that they're making such a fuss over a bottle of wine; it's just that this city is nothing like international metropolises like Beijing and Shanghai, where you can get whatever you want just by paying money, and logistics are abundant. For example, the price of this bottle of fine vintage wine is secondary; as long as the person who bought it and put it on the dinner table, it's definitely a thoughtful gesture and a good reflection of their good intentions.
In an instant, Song Ping, who was in a bad mood, was almost infected by the mood. After all, he was still a young man full of vigor, easily pleased and easily angered, and had not yet reached the state of "the tree wants to be still, but the wind will not stop." He smiled and followed the others to look at his godmother, only to find that today's protagonist was really beautiful. Her hair, which was always tied up in her police cap, had been meticulously styled. The long hair at the back was still tied up, but loosely and casually. A large clump of black hair lay neatly against the base of her neck, while a thin curl in front of her forehead hung down naturally. Her brightly colored sweater made her look much more lively, no longer like the dignified, domineering female boss she used to be. Although the sweater was loose, it could not hide her full and proud figure at all, especially the two charming and mysterious peaks on her chest, which always trembled when she talked and laughed, appearing heavy and fleshy, and extremely alluring.
At least Song Ping noticed that his godmother's large breasts attracted a lot of subtle attention, almost like a magnetic field, and all of them were men. "Clothes make the man," he thought. "Under normal circumstances, how many people would dare look at their female boss like that?"
But it was pointless to look; his godmother's breasts were all his! Those two big, white mounds of flesh felt so good to touch and suck on, especially in bed, being held by her bare upper body, his naked penis rubbing against her pure white, damp panties—it was truly a VIP experience! Thinking this, Song Ping, whose lust was boundless, immediately got an erection! Thinking about it
, it had been several days since he'd had his godmother's breasts. She looked so beautiful and charming today, so womanly. If he didn't shamelessly take advantage of the situation tonight and properly touch her big breasts, it would be a complete waste! Moreover, he'd heard that women who'd drunk alcohol had a particularly strong sex drive and were eager to have sex. Maybe one night, they'd be in bed, tipsy, with his godmother naked, her face flushed and delicate, looking at his thick, hard penis. Perhaps tonight, they'd have a breakthrough!
The wonderful time with his mother was history for him; it would never come again, leaving him sad and reluctant to let go. Even knowing it shouldn't have happened, he was determined to seize the present and enjoy everything that would become his future—all the wonderful things that should have been his!
"Aunt Lin! Deputy Captain Ye ran halfway through the city for this bottle of wine, halfway through, right, Deputy Captain? Although no matter what, Aunt Lin, you're always the boss, but today is different! The Deputy Captain did this to make you happy on your birthday, so you should reciprocate, Aunt Lin! Even in ancient times, people would give a red envelope when they came to offer birthday wishes! Otherwise, we subordinates will say you're stingy!" The crisp voice rang out again, and the mischievous policewoman was coming up with another idea.
"Hmm! That makes sense. So, girl, what do you suggest? How can we show how generous your Aunt Lin is?" With a slight smile, Lin Bingmeng swirled the red wine in her glass, then elegantly took a small sip. She couldn't help but feel delighted. This red wine was indeed genuine, rich and fragrant, with a flavor that had been accumulated over time.
"Such a beautiful day, and since this topic started with alcohol, then..." Her dark eyes darted around, and the little girl chuckled, dropping a bombshell, "Then Aunt Lin, why don't you and Deputy Captain Ye have a toast together!"
Truly, youthful fearlessness prevails! Lin Bing dreamed.
The others who immediately fell silent thought the same thing; the little girl had gone too far with her joke! How was Captain Lin going to handle this?
"Alright! Then let me ask you first, did you make any pledge when you first joined our team? Like, 'Obey the Party, obey the leadership' or something?" Still smiling, Lin Bingmeng raised her glass, casually examining the flowing liquid inside, and said unhurriedly, "You did, right? As a good police officer, this is an essential procedure! You must remember it. Now, as your direct superior, I'm entrusting this arduous task to you. It's an honor for you, little girl! This is equivalent to taking a knife for your leader. I'll give you credit for it later!"
Little girl, you think you can make things difficult for me and laugh at me? You're still too green!
"Aunt Lin, what are you saying? I... I don't have a boyfriend yet! And I don't drink!" Being a recent graduate, she immediately panicked at the adult's teasing, stamping her feet and turning red-faced as she backed away. Drinking a toast with a middle-aged man? Good heavens! The girl shuddered at the thought; it would be better to take off her clothes and run naked around, showing off her curves.
Everyone could tell it was a joke, the captain teasing the girl. After a few lighthearted banter, it was over, and no one took it seriously. Soon, the dinner was back to normal, lively and cheerful.
If only she weren't so clever! Drinking a toast with her, even if it was just a game, would have been worth all these years by her side!
If tonight, this beautiful girl were drinking a toast with another man, her eyes smiling, alluring and charming, how would she feel? Probably dying of jealousy! She couldn't even imagine!
At the same time, these were the thoughts of two men, the true feelings of two men who loved the same woman.
"So exciting! But what's the point of just singing? Since everyone's so happy today, let's play some games!" After singing "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," the self-important girl jumped in again.
Sitting on the sofa in the karaoke room, Song Ping figured it out. The overly enthusiastic young policewoman was a natural social butterfly, fearless and impulsive, doing whatever came to mind. However, her straightforward and genuine nature wasn't annoying at all; in fact, it was quite endearing. Right now, she was completely acting like a temporary host, being boisterous and loud, yet everyone seemed quite happy to be led by her and cooperated with her. She must be the life of the party in the police force, right?
The dinner party had just ended, and it was still early. Everyone was still quite excited and didn't want to part ways so soon. So, someone suggested going out for a few songs to continue celebrating Captain Lin's birthday. This suggestion was immediately met with a large response, and a group of people rushed to the karaoke room to showcase their singing talents.
"Mom, I missed you!" Of course, while most people were willing, not everyone was willing to go. Among them, Song stood out from the crowd. In his opinion, the best thing to do after dinner was to go straight home, pick up the most beautiful person of the night, carry her to her cozy bedroom, to her warm bed, and then undress her piece by piece, finally gently unhooking her bra. Even just holding her bare upper body, slowly caressing her warm breasts, and gently kissing her forehead would be the most blissful experience of the night.
He even wanted to tell her all the troubles and things he had done these past few days when they were deeply in love. He didn't care about his godmother's opinion, or whether she would look down on him, because he trusted her and believed she could understand him and his actions.
So, as soon as they left the restaurant lobby, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quickly approached his godmother and whispered those words clearly in her ear, while also taking the opportunity to touch her round, perky buttocks, satisfying his craving.
But he was met with her icy, instantly angry gaze—a truly frightening look. Without turning back, she caught up with Ye Huaigang, who was walking ahead, and they spoke in hushed tones.
Now, sitting on the sofa, he was quite regretful. No wonder his godmother was so unhappy. After all, engaging in such underhanded behavior and flirting under the noses of so many of her subordinates—if they really saw it, where would Lin Bingmeng's face and authority be? Would she have any shame? Sigh! He was still too young and impatient!
However, while he had been reflecting on his actions, he was now genuinely losing his composure. "
You get so emotional when you're sneaking around with me, but you're all smiles and unrestrained when you're openly with other men?" From the moment he entered this large private room, he deeply understood the meaning of "birds of a feather flock together." Watching Lin Bingmeng and Ye Huaigang sitting together, whispering to each other, and occasionally seeing her lips curl into a soft laugh, it was indeed very pleasant. Anyone could see they were a good match, a mutual appreciation between two middle-aged people, mature and composed.
But the more she acted that way, the more irritating and suffocating it felt to her godson. It was as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his chest, making it harder and harder for him to breathe.
He finished the last sip of beer in his can, then irritably threw the empty can away. He felt stifled; he didn't want to sit there so listlessly anymore. He needed to get some fresh air, anywhere would do. "
Kid, how are you? Feeling bad seeing something that was clearly yours suddenly disappear?" "Your mom's calling this an eye for an eye! Let you taste what I've been through these past few days!"
"Here, little Yezi, these lotus seeds are really sweet, let me peel one for you!" A delicate, fair hand peeled a plump lotus seed, and a sweet, cloying voice reached the young man's ears, who had already stood up but was still moving slowly. It seemed that people who had been drinking were different; they were quite out of control! "
Eat it, be careful of the pit, you might choke!" He cursed viciously in his heart before striding out, burning with rage.
"That Deputy Captain Ye is really good to our Captain. I never thought a joke would make him run for over an hour just for a bottle of wine. Brother Wang, do you think Deputy Captain Ye is thinking of having an affair?" "
What affair? He's just cultivating his subordinates, preparing for the future. Is his shaky marriage with his wife still a secret in our team? But if he and the Captain are really together, it's just rekindling an old flame. I heard they were together when they were young, a May-December romance. Hey! Let me tell you, maybe he's the one who broke the Captain's hymen! And you know, Captain Guo has been gone for over ten years, right? Do you think Captain Lin is still a woman? After all these years, she hasn't thought about that kind of thing? Doesn't she get itchy down there at night? If you ask me, Deputy Captain Ye is still entangled with her, hehe! When no one's around, maybe he's satisfying her. Otherwise, look at those two tonight, how lovey-dovey they were! They were practically showing off their affection! They've already prepared their wedding gifts!"
"Really? But... Brother Wang! Our captain is usually quite dignified, but she's a real woman. Those breasts... let me tell you, Brother Wang, don't laugh at me, but tonight, I didn't dare look at her. If I did, I'd just want to look at her breasts, and then I'd get an erection! You know, those breasts of hers are really big and full! And they're not like the kind of big, fleshy breasts that most women have. You wouldn't be interested in them if they were just sitting there with their clothes off. I really want to touch her breasts and sleep with her!"
"What are you laughing at? If I were laughing at you, I wouldn't be a man, and that thing would just be for show. Let me tell you, bro, when I was young, I don't know how much I ejaculated because of her! Especially in the summer, when she wore less clothing, some even transparent. I remember once she bent down to pick something up, and I saw her big breasts, so white, swaying back and forth. And, her bra couldn't cover them at all, most of her nipples were outside! Pink, I still remember it vividly, I can still see them swaying when I close my eyes!"
A rushing sound of water from the toilet drowned out the two drunkards' erotic "exchange," and then their voices gradually faded away.
The innermost door was gently pushed open, and he walked out, his gaze fixed on the pale-lipped person in the large mirror—himself.
Song Ping's face in the mirror was truly ashen. Did he recognize him? Did he recognize that cheerful, sunny boy who was always laughing and joking? But he knew he wasn't angry, not at all, because ten years ago, a man in a police uniform had knelt before him and solemnly told him,
"It's my business that I'm beautiful. No matter what others say about me, I'm proud and honored because I'm charming. And don't think your fists and actions can control others! Everyone has their own aesthetic sense and freedom of speech. Even if I'm a policeman, I can't control you, let alone a child like you, understand, son?"
That time, he was fifteen, and she was thirty-seven. For the first time, he truly understood what it meant to be a man, because he used his own way and his still-immature body to protect a woman! A woman so beautiful and pure in his eyes, he absolutely couldn't tolerate anyone using obscene words to defile her! Even though in the end he himself was badly injured, bruised and battered.
And that time, she, in a way, became his woman. Her adult body and his mother's body were no longer a mystery to him, and his already thick, hairy genitals were now openly displayed before her, proudly erect.
Although neither of them said it, and although they still addressed each other as mother and son, whether in public or private, he would still blurt out "Mom," and even in front of strangers, she would habitually introduce him, "This is my son!" followed by an affectionate pat on his hairy head, they both firmly believed that their mother-son relationship would transform into something more intimate, a relationship where neither could live without the other!
One day, he would take her, making her like his own mother, making her completely open her hairy, warm vulva to receive his penis, to willingly have sex with him!
One day!
But when that day would be, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know anymore, because he didn't want to wait, didn't want to see her laughing so carefree in front of other men again, not even a glimpse! He didn't want to hear a single word of gossip about her and other men, even if there were, it should be about him and his godmother; he was willing to bear it all!
At this moment, he wanted more than just her body; he wanted her heart, because he loved her!
Now, he was certain. This was love—the desire to keep her by his side, to see her happy, to give her happiness with his own eyes!
Like a mother's love, yet different from the love of his birth mother!
What was the point of sulking in the mirror? He wanted to go back and boldly ask her: did that beautiful woman who tormented him see him as a man? Was there another man in her heart? Today, he was no longer her son, but… the man who often slept in the same bed with her, the man who longed to make love with her, a real man!
Her flushed, slightly tipsy face was gently lifted by a large hand. Her full, pouty lips were already pursed, almost expectant, yet poised and unpretentious.
She was kissing, she was about to kiss another man! But why him? Ye Huaigang!
How did things develop so quickly? Just a moment ago they were whispering, and what had happened while he was away?
This was the first thing Song Ping saw when he returned to the private room, instantly igniting his blood and causing him to forget all reason—a scene that only fueled his anger!
Without a second's delay, he took long strides, like Liu Xiang hurdling, and instantly reached the sofa from the doorway. He grabbed the man's wrist and yanked him away.
Even though Ye Huai was a former policeman, he was caught off guard by such a forceful pull, staggering back several steps, knocking over several bottles in the process. Luckily, someone caught him in time, allowing him to regain his balance.
"What are you doing? We're playing a game! How can you be so barbaric? Trying to ruin the party?" This scene was so sudden that everyone was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, the young woman reacted quickly; the cheeky young policewoman was the first to shout. She stepped forward, glaring at the troublemaker who had spoiled everyone's fun, already rolling up her sleeves.
They had been playing a game, Truth or Dare, and had even dragged their two leaders into it, hoping to get some juicy information out of them, or see if their usually serious selves would have a crazy side—whether they were cowards or willing to sacrifice everything for face. Clearly, either way, it was a pleasant surprise for them. And as luck would have it, their deputy leader, Ye, was defeated in the very first round. This delighted the young men. They exchanged a knowing glance, smiled slyly, and began to thoroughly harass their usually fierce deputy leader. Since he had chosen Dare, they might as well give him a passionate kiss! Witness it firsthand, and see if this grown man has the guts!
The two leaders, true to their years of cooperation and shared life-and-death experiences, simply exchanged a smile and made their decision. It was just a game; everyone should have fun. Why take it so seriously? Anyone could put on a show. When it came time to play, they could easily distract them. Who among their subordinates would be so foolish as to insist on taking it so seriously?
So the "unbearable" scene was witnessed by the furious Song. He didn't care whether it was true or false, or whether it was a joke. He only believed his own eyes. Seeing is believing. His private property was about to be given away to someone else. How could that be allowed?
"What kind of game are you playing? This isn't a movie shoot! It's part of the plot! You dare call it playing a game after casually flirting with your female superior? I'm telling you, how can you police officers be so..." The young policewoman wasn't very tall, and Song Ping had a clear advantage in height. Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, he at least had the upper hand in terms of presence. He was already angry when he heard those two stinky policemen talking so vulgarly about his goddess, so he wanted to say "shameless" and curse them too. But he stopped himself
at the last second, changing his mind because it wouldn't be good for his godmother. He still said angrily, as if two balls of fire were spitting from his nostrils, "How can you be so inconsiderate!" After saying that, without even looking at the others, he bent down and grabbed Lin Bingmeng's wrist domineeringly, pulling her up in one go. Then, he strode out, acting completely unlike a son, but rather... her man, utterly chauvinistic.
"Hmph! What kind of person is he? How could Aunt Lin have such an ill-mannered and rude godson? Who does he think he is, so great?" He heard the little girl behind him still cursing and shouting indignantly. "
I'm not great! I just don't want to see my woman, the woman I love, suffer! So what? It's none of your business!" He wasn't going to back down either, fiercely retorting, though in his heart, a good man doesn't fight with a woman!
Behind him, the person he was pulling along, stumbling and unsteady, followed him obediently without a word, even a silent smile playing on her lips—a smile of pride and happiness, a delicate, feminine smile. "
Good son, so wonderful! Mom hasn't wasted all these years of good care on you!" He didn't hear the sweet praise his "woman" was giving him in her heart.
"Oh dear! My birthday, ruined by you, you brat! And what about my reputation? How am I supposed to face them tomorrow? And your Uncle Ye, how embarrassing! You little brat!" Getting into Lin Bingmeng's car, she exaggeratedly rubbed her slightly sore wrist, still taunting the sulking man with sarcastic remarks, feigning regret. But her small, bright eyes were full of laughter, thankfully the car was dark, and he couldn't see her.
Before she finished speaking, she heard a deafening slam of the steering wheel being smashed, as if the car itself shook.
Then, Lin Bingmeng's soft lips were sealed by a warm, alcohol-smelling object. For the first time, he kissed her so domineeringly and forcefully, no longer the child who only knew how to please her.
At this moment, she truly felt his masculine presence, so intense.
Forget it! What's the point of bringing it up now that it's already happened? It's even more meaningless. No matter the reason, his incestuous relationship with his mother is wrong and disgusting. At first, she couldn't accept it either. She couldn't eat or sleep, and her mind was filled with the sounds of her best friend's moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the door, and the creaking of the bed. Although she couldn't see it, she knew from the eerie sounds that two people in the room were having sex! What she couldn't accept was that they were mother and son, the two people she loved most!
That day, she never imagined that her son's kidnapping was actually a prank he played with the two mothers. She, a seasoned veteran, had been drugged by her son. When she awoke, she found herself unharmed, fully dressed, lying in bed in a strange room. Her phone contained a playful apology text from her son, asking which mother cared more about him and who would arrive first, followed by a thumbs-up emoji. If it were anyone else, with her quick wit, she would have thought it was a trick by the kidnapping gang and wouldn't have been so careless. But she knew her precious son, who always craved excitement and thus often got beaten up. He always said that ordinary life was too boring, and if he didn't find something exciting, he'd wasted his life! So she just smiled and shook her head, thinking she'd give him a good scolding later! Then she got up, put on her police uniform jacket, and prepared to go back to work. But as soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard the heavy breathing of two people she knew all too well, and the creaking of the bed, coming from another tightly closed door.
At that moment, she felt like she'd been struck by lightning!
They thought she didn't know, or that she had already left, but how could she not know? Unless she was deaf!
Sometimes, she, so decisive and efficient, truly admired her own patience. Like that time, she quietly listened outside for a while to confirm if it was them, and then left without a sound. She even closed the door very quietly, afraid of disturbing the two of them.
What was she afraid of? Was she afraid of awkwardness between them, or afraid of severing their forty-year-old sisterly bond? Or perhaps, she didn't want to spend future nights alone in her empty bed without that boy's company, without smelling his scent? Probably all of the above.
Emotions come first—this is Lin Bingmeng's principle in life and friendship. In this vast world, the encounter, friendship, and companionship between people are so rare and precious, a matter of great destiny, she believes.
Therefore, she and her best friend Ni Yan have been friends since childhood, almost fifty years old, truly lifelong friends! They've had their share of arguments, even major fights, but she's always the one to initiate reconciliation, sometimes by appeasing or even resorting to shamelessness, because she cherishes this friendship and wants to grow old with Ni Yan—a deep and lasting friendship!
However, she must admit, this time she wavered. It was incest! Engaging in such a disgusting act with her own son! And this son was someone she had cherished for so long; she herself hadn't experienced sexual pleasure for over a decade. Sometimes at night, the opportunity was so close, just taking off her underwear and letting that hard penis enter her body could liberate her, but she resisted. But Ni Yan clearly had a man; why would she do such a heinous thing? Lin Bingmeng vaguely told herself that it wasn't Ni Yan who acted willingly or voluntarily; it wasn't her… it was their son! Considering her son's series of unusual actions that day, the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. It wasn't a prank at all; his real target was indeed his mother. To put it bluntly, he set a trap and raped her.
That beast, worse than a pig or a dog!
Having figured this out, she no longer blamed her best friend. Instead, she felt sympathy and pity for her, after all, she was the direct victim. She really wanted to comfort her, but since it was a very private matter, she decided to pretend she didn't know. However, there was another thing Lin Bingmeng couldn't understand and couldn't ignore: her son clearly didn't lack women. She had satisfied him in every way she could—letting him touch her breasts, letting him sleep with a naked, voluptuous woman, giving him oral sex, performing breastjobs, helping him ejaculate—so why did he still do something so inhuman, something even a beast wouldn't do? Why did he have to go after his own mother? Did he just want to taste the pleasures of a woman's vagina? Then you could just go find a prostitute!
Moreover, he's usually a good boy, of good character, and respectful to his elders. At the very least, when they were in bed, even when he was incredibly hard, he didn't roughly tear off her last line of defense, pull down her panties, and insist on having his penis inside her. Instead, he obediently listened to her. When she said it wasn't the right time and he couldn't give it to her, he refused and didn't force her. As his godmother, the woman who was just one step away from having sex with him, she genuinely admired her son for this, feeling that he possessed great masculine manners, knew how to respect women, and had high moral character.
So, the fact that he did that kind of thing with his own mother suggests that things aren't so simple; there must be a hidden story!
So she chose to remain inactive, pretending not to know, and didn't contact her son for several days. Even when she received his calls and texts, she replied coldly, saying she was busy. She was indeed very busy; only by keeping herself busy could she temporarily forget about that matter, stop thinking about her son, and avoid the waves of discomfort in her heart. After a few days, she realized that love is like a stubborn, tenacious plaster; once it's on your heart, peeling it off is absolutely not an easy task. Even tearing off a small edge hurts, leaving raw flesh.
Yes, she admitted she was that pathetic. She couldn't help missing her son, couldn't help wanting to see his silly, smiling face, couldn't help wanting to be in bed with him, watching him proudly display his hard penis! She even regretted it; perhaps she hadn't given in to him, and he couldn't resist, so he went to his mother to take her place?
It wasn't without regret—he was a virgin! For so many years, she had cherished the virginity of her beloved daughter, hoping to preserve that unforgettable experience. But now, she had watched it slip away before her eyes. How could she not be heartbroken? How could she accept it?
These past few days, she had tragically discovered that she had fallen deeply, hopelessly, in love with that brat! Regardless of his immoral behavior, his unforgivable act with his own mother, she loved him! She couldn't bear to part with him! And that love wasn't the kind of love a mother feels for her son; it was the heart-wrenching, excruciating grief and longing of someone who had just lost their husband. She couldn't live without him; she couldn't even imagine how she would live without him. The pain and loneliness of living alone without him was unbearable. This was the psychological shadow she had been unable to escape since her husband's death, the heavy burden she couldn't face in life. How could she be so foolish as to let tragedy repeat itself on her, to subject herself to that pain once more? No, she couldn't!
So, since he was truly still by her side, so alive and well, she no longer cared about his body or who he had lost his virginity to. She just wanted to see his true feelings, to know if he cared for her as much as she did, if he treated her with the same sincerity. She just wanted to know if these past ten years of sleeping in the same bed with him hadn't been in vain.
Lin Bingmeng wanted to see if her son loved her romantically. She believed he did!
Making him jealous without knowing her feelings, being ambiguous with someone else right in front of him, ignoring him—that was the most effective way to test his heart. Everything tonight was exactly what she wanted, what she wanted to see!
That undisguised, childish anger, and this kiss that seemed like a venting outburst, so fierce, so forceful on her lips—all proved how much her son loved her! How much he couldn't bear to part with her!
How much he loved her!
So Lin Bingmeng stopped thinking about it. She gently closed her eyes and began to move her head, responding to her son with equal fervor, intensely and tenderly.
Their lips pressed together passionately, slightly parted, eagerly sucking each other's saliva. His soft tongue seemed tireless, yet filled with deep love and the joy of separation.
Before their lips could rest, she felt a warmth on her waistband. Lin Bingmeng was startled; she knew it was her son's hand, and she knew what it wanted! This time, the warm, dry hand didn't move upwards as usual, to push aside her bra, to touch her breasts. Instead, it aimed directly at the mysterious area he had longed for for ten years! It wanted to slip its hand inside her panties and touch her hairy vulva!
Incredibly, at this moment, she didn't resist, didn't feel any resistance. Instead, she felt anticipation, as if she had finally dared to do something forbidden before!
"Son…no!" Although she was completely willing, truly wanting to give herself to him, her adult reason still prevailed. Where was she? She was in the car! Although her car was parked in a secluded alley where few people passed by, she still felt embarrassed. So she gently pushed her son away, finally separating their lips. She breathed softly, then worried that her son might misunderstand and be unhappy again. After all, she had rejected him countless times in this situation before. Thinking of this, she lowered her head and added shyly like a young girl, her voice almost inaudible, "Silly boy! What are we doing here? Go home... go home... tonight is all yours! Mom wants... Mom wants to give it to you!"
The car suddenly fell silent for several seconds, as if their heavy breathing had suddenly stopped.
To her surprise, her son didn't immediately start the car and drive home. Instead... she didn't know what he was doing, because she was blushing and didn't dare to look at the face of the person she loved most!
A hand gently landed on the back of her head, deftly letting her hair down, falling softly and smoothly down her back. Then another hand gently stroked her cool, long hair.
"Mom... Bingmeng! Give it to me now! This is our first time, let's make it unforgettable, okay, Bingmeng?" Her chin was gently lifted, and she met a pair of longing and affectionate eyes, like moonlight pouring down, softly enveloping her.
"Call me again!" Ten years! Finally, a man was calling her with such deep affection again, Bingmeng, Bingmeng! Although hearing this name from her son was still a little strange, it instantly brought tears to her eyes, and her heart melted. At this moment, she was no longer the imposing, iron-willed captain of the criminal investigation team, but just an ordinary, vulnerable woman, a woman who needed and longed for a man's care and love! At
this moment, she would gladly make love to this young man even if it meant running naked down the street in the car, even if it meant making love to him!
No matter how strong and capable a woman is, she will always have a soft and sensitive heart, and a need to rely on and depend on someone—that is what makes a complete woman.
"Bingmeng...I love you!" With a pout, a tender kiss landed on her smooth forehead again. Song Ping felt that his godmother was now the most beautiful and best woman in the world. She was so young, like a pure and lovely eighteen-year-old girl, so infatuated with him... The clothes on the two of them were quickly taken off one by one. Soon, two smooth and beautiful naked bodies were curled up in a silver-white Audi A6. They kissed each other passionately and wildly, their four hands caressing each other's bodies haphazardly.
"Son, why don't you take off Mom's bra? And, is Mom's private area fun?" The woman wasn't completely naked; a pale yellow bra still clung to her large breasts, a large hand greedily kneading them from inside, feeling the warmth of her breasts and the bra pressing against her. Her lower body was completely naked; her panties were nowhere to be seen. Lin Bingmeng had a lot of pubic hair, though not as long as Ni Yan's, a soft, dark patch, already wet, drooping over her vulva, being stroked by several fingers. This was the first time her son had touched her vaginal opening, her pubic hair, and she felt both excited and thrilled.
"Bingmeng, your body will be mine soon. Call me husband, okay? I want to hear it!" Song Ping pressed his godmother's full, snow-white body onto the back seat of the car, spreading her thighs wide, completely exposing her most mysterious and sacred organ. But he wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her; he simply touched her warm vulva, teasing her.
After touching her for a while, his fingertips suddenly pushed inside, and the already parted labia swallowed her whole, his fingers entering the warm, soft space!
At the same time, a stream of warm fluid flowed from the woman's vagina, running down the young man's fingers, leaving a noticeable trail in the crevice of her plump, white buttocks, dripping onto the wool chair cover, making it sticky.
"Husband! You're so good! Your fingers... are so thick! And you even... are touching Bingmeng's cunt! Bingmeng's cunt hasn't been touched for over ten years! This time, Bingmeng wants my husband's real big cock! Husband! Come in! Husband, do you know? Bingmeng has always dreamed of being your woman, always wanted to make love with you, always wanted your big cock to fuck her hard! Come on, give it to me, fuck me hard!" Her vagina, untouched for over ten years, finally received the warmth of a real man's body; it felt so good! This instantly brought the usually calm and decisive female captain to the peak of excitement. While uttering lewd words, she reached out her delicate, white hand to grasp the thick, hard, and burning hot genitals!
"Silly girl! Why are you torturing yourself like this?" In an instant, Song Ping, whose fingers were already rapidly moving in and out of his godmother's vagina, felt a pang of heartache. He thought of his own mother, who, after a year without sex, was unbearably thirsty. This woman, however, was enduring ten times the torment and thirst of his mother. Why was she doing this? What kind of power sustained her? He didn't know, and it didn't matter anymore, because that was all in the past, gone forever. But now, he knew he had to use all his strength, everything he could, to satisfy her, to cherish her dearly!
Ideally, he would make love to her until dawn!
So he pulled his fingers out of the woman's vagina, supported himself on one foot, and knelt on the back seat of the car with the other. He laid his godmother flat on top of him, and spread her two snow-white thighs completely apart with both hands. Her dark vaginal opening was right in front of him. He slowly raised his waist, and without him even lifting a finger, his godmother, who was already holding her own penis, rubbed it against her wet labia a few times, and then, in a moment of eager anticipation, he thrust it in!
The entire red and thick glans disappeared into the air!
Although she was eager, it was clear that the woman was still very careful. She was afraid of pain, after all, she hadn't had a man fuck her for more than ten years. Even though she often masturbated after her son went to sleep, her son's real, hot penis was much bigger than that cold, hard dildo. She was worried that her not-yet-fully-ready vagina wouldn't be able to take it. However, when her son's penis truly entered her body, she felt incredibly full. From her vaginal opening to her uterus, it felt as if every cell and every nerve was experiencing the real existence of that vivid, large penis.
"Honey, be careful! Don't... ejaculate inside me, okay? Mom... will get pregnant! Mom's IUD has expired!" Although she was almost lost in passion, she still used the last bit of her clear-headed rationality to admonish her man.
"Bingmeng, do you know what my biggest wish is? Not only will I want you to be my woman someday, but after you become my woman, you must get pregnant with my child. Bingmeng, get pregnant, okay? I will take care of you and our child for the rest of my life, and love you for the rest of my life!" Song Ping really didn't know whose birthday it was today; for him, it was a double blessing! Not only had the woman he had been longing for actually made love to him, but she hadn't used contraception! This was simply too wonderful! So, he first put his penis inside his godmother's vagina, but still didn't move. Instead, he said seriously and solemnly, this was absolutely a matter of utmost importance!
"Okay! Mom promises you, Mom will get pregnant for you and give you a big, healthy son! Our son! My son's son, hehe!" Thinking it over, Lin Bingmeng hadn't experienced any major emotional ups and downs from dating to marriage to her husband's death. Even if there were, it was the tragedy of life and death. Now, nearing fifty but still looking very young, getting pregnant again, carrying the child of a man twenty-two years younger than her, might not be such an exciting and novel thing, quite fun! So she nodded without hesitation, agreeing to his request.
Hearing his godmother agree so readily, the young man didn't want to say another word. He channeled his joy into motivation and began to thrust his hips vigorously, his hard penis going in and out of the woman's vagina. Each time, the thick glans touched a slightly hard object; he knew it was his godmother's uterus!
At this moment, the ten-year marathon finally had a happy ending; he had finally taken his godmother's everything!
"Ah! Husband... your cock is so hard, it's fucking good! I'm so regretful, I've wasted the last ten years of my life! Why didn't you fuck me sooner? Fuck this big idiot who only knows how to show off all day? Husband, good husband, thrust in harder, thrust in harder! Fuck my big cunt! Your wife has decided, from now on, I'll let my husband, my big-cocked good husband, fuck me twenty times a day! Fuck me on my stomach, fuck me on my knees, fuck me however you want! Husband, Bingmeng loves you so much! Bingmeng wants to get pregnant without any regrets! To get pregnant with my big-cocked husband's child! And then use..." "Push harder!" The soft testicles swung rapidly, rhythmically pounding against the woman's constantly rising, white buttocks. Now, everyone in the car was covered in sweat. Song Ping lifted the woman's thighs, bringing them together against his chest, leaving her fully open vulva facing upwards. Her two wet labia, like a clam, opened and closed, swallowing and releasing the dark penis in the middle, yet so reluctant to let go. Just as the penis was about to be pulled out, Lin Bingmeng's labia tried to close tightly, as if she didn't want the penis to leave, wishing it would stay inside forever!
Gushing vaginal fluid flowed, soaking the pubic hair of both of them, and soaking a section of the wool chair seat, sticky and clumped together.
Looking at the female captain, where was her usual imposing, serious, and heroic demeanor? Under the dim moonlight, her snow-white skin flushed and became glistening with sweat. Her bra swayed precariously, and with each thrust of her lower body, her large, full breasts jiggled dramatically, their white flesh forming alluring, sinister curves, painting a dazzling, sensual scene! Sexy and seductive.
Suddenly, Lin Bingmeng felt a chill on her chest. Her son had swiftly and urgently ripped off her bra, tossed it aside, and then began to roughly knead and squeeze her large, white breasts, kneading them like dough. Then, her son pressed down on her naked body, kissing and sucking her breasts, his penis thrusting faster and faster… and she knew he was about to ejaculate! So she raised her arms and legs, her naked body entwining around her son, holding him tightly.
Lin Bingmeng was ready, ready to be impregnated!
Like mating female animals, about to reproduce.
Finally, with the last few extremely violent thrusts, she felt a surge of heat throughout her vagina and uterus. This sensation was so pleasurable, instantly quenching her thirst for a man's semen that hadn't been touched in over ten years, quenching every limb and bone. Her whole body felt numb and tingling, as if she were in a carefree paradise!
The two of them, mother and son, almost simultaneously reached orgasm!
This time, the lovemaking was the most pleasurable and exciting she had ever experienced!
Happy birthday! This birthday was indeed the happiest she had ever had!
Husband! Thank you! She looked down at the man still panting heavily on her large breasts, her man!

Chapter 9: Memories of Lovemaking in Bed
Oh dear! It's truly impossible to please everyone! Some people love mother-son stories, while others don't support them. What am I supposed to do? However… I'm still the head chef, so please bear with me if the flavors are a bit too much or too little! Among all the comments, my favorite is from sex93344. He's not only thoughtful but also understands me perfectly. That's right, my novel strives for realism and prioritizes genuine emotion! Hanwu said he hadn't seen the soul of the novel yet, so now I'll tell you: it's "love," pure love! This is the backbone of the novel, and also the ideal state I strive for in erotic novels.
Spoiler alert! In the next chapter, Lin Bingmeng's precious daughter will make her dazzling debut! She's a pure virgin!
Warm, bright sunlight playfully peeked through the curtains, forming a thin beam that gently shone on the thick bedding, careful not to disturb the two exhausted people inside.
Stretching groggily, her two fair arms stretched out from the warm blankets, the naked woman opened her sleepy eyes, slowly waking from her deep slumber.
That little rascal! Even in his sleep, he doesn't leave her alone. As she regained consciousness, she felt something warm on a soft breast. Without even looking, she knew her son had placed his hand on her large breasts while sleeping, touching them!
She turned her head, her gaze tenderly falling on the person still fast asleep, head curled up like a silkworm. Unable to resist, she raised her upper body and gently, very gently, lowered her head, softly placing her lips on his fluffy black hair, giving him a gentle kiss, filled with boundless tenderness.
Now, her heart was as calm as still water, without a ripple. She knew only that she truly loved this man, whom she had held in her arms since birth, who cried his cries, whom she had witnessed every moment of his growth. She never imagined that one day he would suddenly enter her body, becoming the man she cherished and loved, calling her "son."
It was a calm, serene love, as if decades had passed, a love devoid of desire, yet one that had become completely ingrained in her very bones!
An inseparable love!
If, just a few hours ago, she had questioned whether she should love him, even to the point of getting pregnant, truly wanting to bear his child? After all, no matter what, she carried the shackles of being his mother—an unchangeable fact and a psychological burden she couldn't ignore. She was, after all, a woman; she couldn't simply ignore what others said. If she did, Lin Bingmeng, the brave female captain who loved being admired wherever she went, would truly be shameless. She loved being loved and loving others, like a pure first love, something that made her feel young. But she also couldn't let go of that domineering and imposing aura—something she had earned with her passionate youth and life-or-death struggles. It was a lifelong honor and glorious achievement, leaving her with a dilemma: she couldn't have her cake and eat it too. But in a single moment last night, she made her decision: she wanted the fish! The fish might be small, but it wasn't necessarily unappetizing, rich in protein. What was wrong with enjoying it alone? What did the rest matter?
Moreover, this little fish possesses extraordinary courage and a touch of foolishness. In crucial moments, she will resolutely step forward, completely disregarding her own safety, solely for her good, everything for her good!
What's that saying among young people these days? Oh, right, "If you are well, then it's a sunny day!" That's exactly how her current young man feels about her.
Recently, a drug trafficking gang suddenly appeared in the city, operating with extreme secrecy. After much investigation and several days of tracking with her team, the target was finally identified. It turned out that the people making the deals were a few prostitutes who freely frequented nightclubs, and the drugs were hidden inside their wigs—how cleverly concealed!
Just yesterday, with conclusive evidence, she, dressed in plainclothes, gave the order to launch the arrest operation. She had initially thought they were just a few weak women, nothing to fear, so she didn't mobilize her entire force, only leading a few capable officers. However, she hadn't expected that those women seemed to be well-trained, not ordinary prostitutes. They seemed to have grasped the police's principle of "better to arrest a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free," so each of them seemed to be carrying drugs, yet also seemed not to, mixing truth and falsehood. This way, when they escaped, they could split into several groups, avoiding being caught in one fell swoop, and greatly dispersing the police's teamwork capabilities. Their plan was successful. In the chaotic chase, two women actually escaped, one heading west and the other north, fleeing in different directions.
When Lin Bing dreamt of this situation, she gave her subordinates a few instructions and, without much thought, immediately gave chase. At her age, she couldn't deny her age; after only a short while, she felt her strength rapidly waning, her legs going weak. Although she carried a gun on missions, she had a compassionate heart. She often reminded her subordinates that fugitives were also human beings, and all humans should be treated equally. Their bodies were given to them by their parents, so unless absolutely necessary, they should never use machinery to gain the upper hand and injure their skin.
Fortunately, the fugitive was unfamiliar with the terrain and, like a headless fly, wandered into a dead end! He was immediately trapped. However, just as he saw the female captain face to face, the desperate fugitive pulled a gleaming knife from his boot and brandished it, threatening the female captain.
"Put it down!" She heard the other person's sharp shout, authoritative and intimidating. Already terrified, she was startled again. The chain reaction was that she really wanted to gently place the knife on the ground. Fortunately, her grip was steady enough to keep the handle firmly in her hand, making the wooden handle sticky and uncomfortable in her palm. "
Just don't come any closer! I don't want to hurt you at all. My brother is taking his college entrance exams next year. I had no choice. I'll do anything for my brother! Let me go, please, sister?" She wanted to speak, to plead with this righteous, cold-faced woman, but she couldn't hear her own voice. However, she heard the other person's footsteps, leather shoes pounding on the concrete, so powerful, so unhurried, each sound striking her heart. "Fine! I said I'll do anything! Since drug trafficking is a crime, then I don't care about assaulting a police officer. Come closer, and I'll fucking stab you!" She was still trying to bolster her courage.
Meanwhile, the blade flashed faster and faster before her eyes, but without any discernible pattern.
The female captain continued walking, head held high, a slight, cold smile
on her face! But just then, a gust of wind swept past her, her long hair billowing and brushing against her face. Then, she saw a figure pounce on the fugitive from the side, and the two fell to the ground, rolling together. But the fugitive's knife didn't fall; he continued to flailing about aimlessly. In an instant, the female captain swiftly rushed forward, delivering a flying kick to the fugitive's wrist. With a clang, the knife fell to the ground, flying a considerable distance.
Then, the female captain deftly pulled handcuffs from her waist, the cold metal fastening onto the wrist of the young woman, barely in her twenties, simultaneously staining her life with an indelible mark, a truly regrettable situation. Lin Bingmeng felt a surge of emotion within her.
But when she saw the man get up from the ground, all her emotions vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented rage. In her extreme anger, without a second's thought, she raised her hand and slapped him hard!
The crisp sound of the slap shattered the silence of the night.
The tingling pain in her palm hadn't subsided when she unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each blow a deadly venting of her fury, yelling, "What kind of hero are you playing here? Are you blind? Didn't you see I didn't even consider her knife a threat? If anything happens to you, how am I and your parents supposed to explain? How the hell am I supposed to live after this?!" She practically cursed with every punch, growing angrier with each blow. It
had been such a long, long time since she'd disciplined her man.
Having beaten him enough, and exhausted, she placed her hands on her knees, panting heavily, but still raised her head, glaring fiercely at the reckless man, her eyes gleaming with malice.
In an instant, her still-breathing body was enveloped in a broad chest, held tightly in his arms.
"Wife! I've finally returned to ten years ago, finally protected you with my own body, and from now on... I can love you openly and honestly! Wife!" His aching chest pressed against her face, still flushed with anger, his warm chin resting on her cold hair, he spoke in a deep and proud voice, each word filled with affection.
Although he had held her in his arms every night and morning for the past few days, and although every time they made love, she had heard his tender and loving words, at this moment, his words were like a light, floating leaf, drifting down to the softest part of her heart, landing on the gentle, flowing water of her soul, rippling outwards. On the clear surface of the water, she seemed to see a vision called "a happy future"—their happy future!
Love me? Then love me! Love me openly and honestly! Husband!
At that moment, how she wished she could be overwhelmed by happiness, and then, like the heroine in a TV drama, travel through time to decades later, to see her with white hair, to see him who didn't look too old, to truly see him, to see him openly and honestly love her for a lifetime—just one look would be enough!
However, the future and the unknown are so abstract; they are far more than just two people loving each other and two hearts belonging to each other. If she were truly given a chance to travel to the future, would they still love each other so recklessly and fearlessly?
Of course, they wouldn't know, nor could they know, about these precognitive tasks. At that time, she only knew why her warrior had descended from the sky and stepped forward. The reason was simple: he knew she had a case to handle these days, and her son was worried about her, so he quietly hid in a corner of the bar, silently watching his lover at work. Since he had nothing else to do, he followed her when he saw her chasing him from the bar. He hadn't been able to fully grasp it before, but seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that being a criminal investigator meant putting your head on the line—it was extremely dangerous. When he saw a gleaming, sharp knife waving in front of his godmother, he was immediately horrified. He didn't even have time to consider how his godmother, a seasoned criminal investigator who had spent her entire life in the line of duty, would react to such a scene. That was just a small test. He decided to pounce suddenly from the side, so as to ensure the safety of his godmother, and also to surprise the fugitive, and his plan did work. However, he received a thunderous beating and a naked confession, a rare opportunity in a thousand years!
Also, there was a deep gash in the clothes, which must have been cut by the fugitive in a hurry. Fortunately, it was early winter, and the clothes were thick and did not hurt the flesh. However, this also made the battle-hardened Lin Bingmeng break out in a cold sweat when he got home. She scolded him again, but after just a few curses, they rolled together, got on the bed, and started to fight naked!
In the past few nights, every time they had sex, they could do it for at least two hours. Such high-quality sex was something she had never had with her husband when she was young. Otherwise, today's children are over-nourished and have a good foundation. They can do anything, including sex. There is
a sudden pain in the lower body!
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when the big bad guy next to her woke up, until a warm, large hand reached into her bare vagina and yanked hard. She felt something attached to her body being forcibly pulled off, a sharp pain shooting through her.
"What are you doing? You pervert! Get out!" She immediately flew into a rage, kicking the person in the bed out onto the floor.
"Ouch! Can you be a little gentler next time? My mom used to beat me, but she wasn't as hard as you, hitting me like that. I'm your man, not one of your prisoners, remember that? I'm your man!" At this moment, Song Ping, naked and already hard from morning erection, was starting to regret it. Before he entered her body, she had been so gentle. Even if he made mistakes or disobeyed, his godmother wouldn't hit him, at most giving him a verbal scolding or a beating. But now! In the past few days, while having sex with her, I had been beaten a lot. In the past few days, my cock had become very comfortable. It was very comfortable, and I could soak it in a warm flesh hole every night. Her vagina was even tighter than her mother's vagina, but she was suffering real pain physically. She was indeed the one who had secured the throne with her fists. As long as she took action, she would not let him off lightly.
However, he was also really happy. Which mother would really be willing to beat her own child? Only a woman can truly serve a man and make her man obedient! This shows that the godmother has regarded him as her man, truly, not a little boy who plays with feelings and sex, and will really stay with him for a lifetime, respecting each other, respecting and loving each other, just like a normal couple. Thinking of this, he rubbed his painful bare buttocks and giggled to himself.
"What are you laughing at? You've made me ache so much, you know? And you still have the nerve to laugh!" She got even angrier watching him amuse himself. She secretly reached under the covers and gently rubbed her soft pubic hair. She really didn't understand why this little rascal was plucking her pubic hair. "Tell me, what were you doing just now? Plucking...plucking my..."
"What did you say, wife? 'My...pluck'? Where is that? I don't understand!" He persisted, climbing back onto the bed with his hard penis, crawling under the covers. But as soon as he turned over, he grabbed a small box, put the small tuft of dark pubic hair inside, closed the lid, and gently placed it on the bedside table. Finally, he turned over and hugged the warm, naked woman beside him.
"Son, what are you doing? Why are you putting my pubic hair up like that?" Feeling the warmth of her chest against his, her large breasts pressed against his, Lin Bingmeng couldn't help but become serious. When they weren't making love, she still preferred to call him "son" instead of "husband," it felt more intimate that way.
She wanted to be his mother, and she wanted to be his wife—was that too greedy? She kept asking herself.
"Bingmeng, do you know? In ancient times, on their wedding night, the wife would not only give her body entirely to her husband, but she would also cut off a lock of her hair and put it in his purse, keeping it with him for life. That way, no matter if the husband went to war, was away from home for a long time, or even if the wife passed away, the husband could feel his wife's presence just by looking at and smelling that lock of hair, as if he could still see her face and hear her voice, so vivid and real. Mom! Although your son doesn't want to call you that anymore, Mom, you are still my mother, that's what outsiders acknowledge, that's a fact that can't be changed in twenty-four years. And since we've made love, your son doesn't want to treat this as..." "It's just a game, a one-night stand. You're done after you've ejaculated, you just pull up your pants and call it a day. Son truly loves you, Mom, do you know that? I really want to spend my whole life with you, the kind of love that's simple and ordinary! But I'm afraid you'll leave me, Mom. Of course, it's not that I don't love you. I'm just afraid of societal pressure and other people's opinions, which will make you feel bad. I've thought about it. If that day ever comes, I will never shamelessly pester you and make you feel uncomfortable or sad. I only need to look at your pubic hair; that's your absolute privacy, belonging only to me! Just like you are now!" He said calmly, expressing his anxieties and future plans from the past few days.
"Son! In a little while... in a little while, let's go get our marriage certificate! Mom will marry you today!" Lin Bingmeng listened quietly, her eyes welling with tears, and said firmly and resolutely to her man. At this moment, she felt as if she had returned to twenty-six years ago, resolutely making that decision. However, that decision meant giving up love, solely for her future. But now, she wanted to reclaim love, regardless of the future.
Regardless of the future, she would love boldly this time!
For this young man's heart, for the deep affection he showed her, so considerate of her!
Her eyes shone brightly, filled with hope for the future!
"Um... Mom, this is so fast! Faster than a flash marriage these days! It's practically a lightning-fast wedding!" He was immediately taken aback by his godmother's directness and the way she'd hit him in the head. He scratched the back of his head, then grinned again. "We haven't even officially started dating yet. Don't you want a dashing, debonair young man pursuing you? Seriously, women are like little princesses before marriage, but after marriage they turn into old ladies. Besides, you really are an old lady... Don't hit me! Even if I say you're an old lady, you're still outstanding, the most beautiful old lady..." "Auntie! Anyway, let me spoil you for another year, my little princess! Besides, I'm completely broke right now, I only have 22 cents in my account! After a year, your husband will definitely buy your little princess a diamond ring! Isn't that right, darling?"
After saying this, Song Ping felt a little uneasy. He was afraid that his godmother would misunderstand and think that he was cunningly rejecting her, because that was indeed what he was thinking. For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly thought of his birth mother, and the night he and his mother spent alone together, the beautiful moments between them, so beautiful! His mother's smile, her gentleness, her passionate kiss, and after making love, his mother holding him tightly and saying from the bottom of her heart, "Son... Mom loves you!" These words were like a sticky syrup stuck in his shallow memories. He didn't want to touch them, but he still couldn't help but lick them. While his tongue enjoyed the sweet taste, he was also filled with self-reproach and regret.
Let me be greedy just this once more! This is all the delicious food I have left to reminisce about! The other self, hidden in the darkest corner, spoke to him in a weak, feeble voice, so powerless, so yearning to see the light of day again.
But no! Standing in the bright sunlight, the self sentenced the other him to life imprisonment.
So, he suddenly wanted to resist marriage, even with the woman he had loved for ten years since childhood. He inexplicably thought of his mother's feelings, fearing she might be uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Lin Bingmeng was only saying it casually. Getting married in such a short time had left her somewhat bewildered. Even though their feelings were deep, they had only truly confirmed their love in a few days, and their original mother-son relationship hadn't even changed yet.
"Ugh! That's so cheesy! Let me tell you, before we do *that*, you should still call me Mom. You've been calling me that for over twenty years, and it still feels more comfortable that way. It also gives me more authority!" She got goosebumps all over. She was used to being serious, and suddenly being called that so affectionately by her son was really unbearable. Then, remembering something, she sternly threatened, "But don't call me 'old lady'! If you dare say another word, I'll break your bones! I'll kill you!"
"Yes, ma'am! Now I want to do *that*! Can I call you that now, ma'am?" Having been awake for so long and said so much, his crotch was already throbbing and incredibly hard, but Song Ping simply lifted the blanket, pulled that naked body onto himself, and let her press against him. Her large breasts hung down, soft and supple, piled on his chest like two lumps of white, snowy flesh, yet they made him feel incredibly comfortable. His hands caressed her back, from top to bottom, down to her white buttocks. He gently patted them twice, really enjoying the crisp sound of flesh directly against skin; it sounded so good.
"Honey, don't go in yet! I want a lollipop!" Lin Bingmeng's eyes were alluring as she gently breathed hot air into her son's ear. Then, she slid down from his chest to his crotch, her head almost touching his erect penis. She could feel the heat emanating from his penis, warming her flushed face. She couldn't help but lick it, her tongue soft and licking the outer skin. Each lick made the penis sway slightly, glistening with saliva. Looking at the hard, red glans, she was excited. She opened her pink mouth and took her son's large penis into her mouth!
Who would have thought that this righteous, awe-inspiring female warrior who fought against evil would willingly give her man oral sex every day before making love, naked and with her two full, plump buttocks hanging down? Doing such a degrading and filthy thing!
How lewd!
"Wife! Turn your cunt around, I want to drink your juices!" His large glans was completely enveloped by his woman's warm little mouth. As her head moved up and down, his entire penis could comfortably feel the soft friction of her palate and tongue. The young man couldn't help but gasp. He was excited and couldn't help but want to lick his godmother's cunt.
The woman, dressed entirely in white, was very obedient. She didn't spit out her son's penis, but instead moved her lower body up to his, placing her already wet vaginal opening against his nostrils. She felt his heavy breath blowing against her sticky, dark pubic hair. Then, a slippery object gently scraped her vagina from bottom to top. Her son's wet tongue parted her two plump labia, slowly advancing towards the innermost part of her vaginal opening. This made the woman feel both comfortable and uncomfortable. It was comfortable because there was finally something inside her, a completely different kind of enjoyment and feeling from intercourse. But it was precisely this feeling that made the thing inside her soft and limp, far from satisfying her rising desire. Her vagina needed a hard penis, which was why she felt uncomfortable!
"Ahhh!" She finally couldn't hold back anymore, suddenly spitting out the wet, large penis, throwing her head back and starting to moan wildly, looking just like a bitch in heat!
"Want to get fucked, you big slut?" Song Ping pulled his tongue out of his godmother's vagina, the salty taste of her juices still lingering on his taste buds. He could finally satisfy his oral cravings; during sex, he didn't have to be afraid of getting beaten up to call a woman "big slut."
After a few days, he discovered that his godmother was far more unrestrained than his biological mother. Although Lin Bingmeng could endure ten years without sex, once she started, she was truly wild! As her large breasts jiggled, the more your penis pressed against her vagina, the more excited she became, shouting and screaming, her long hair flying wildly. The more obscene words you used to humiliate her, the less angry she became; instead, she would argue back, using utterly vile language. While making love with his godmother, Song Ping truly hated Chinese laws, hating them to the core. If it were like Japan, with his godmother's skills and slutty vagina, she was guaranteed to be one of the top actresses in Chinese adult films. However, he was also grateful that China's anti-prostitution efforts were so strict, and that sexual matters were so conservative and clean. Otherwise, how many lonely men, otaku, and single men would die from exhaustion, dying of exhaustion in bed!
My godmother is still the best!
Thinking of this, he felt a heat in his penis as it was enveloped by a hot, soft mound of flesh! He looked down and was immediately struck by a pair of large, shapely, white breasts, slightly sagging but undeniably beautiful. He couldn't resist, reaching out to grab one in each hand and kneading them wildly. As he touched the breasts, his penis became active, albeit passively, because the vaginal opening gripping it moved on its own, rising and falling dramatically, lifting her vulva and then slamming down again. With each stroke, the thick glans scraped against her soft vaginal walls, then slammed heavily into her uterus—a uterus that received countless amounts of semen daily, yet was completely unprotected!
No wonder she got pregnant!
"Husband! My big-cocked husband, fuck me like this, fuck my husband's big cunt! Fuck your wife's cunt, a big cunt is a bitch, a slutty bitch! Not only will I let my big-cocked husband fuck me every day, tomorrow this bitch will go to prison, take off her police uniform, and let every one of those prisoners gang rape me! Let them touch my big tits, let them suck my cock, let them all fuck my asshole! Let them all ejaculate inside! Ejaculate on my big tits, husband, do you know? Who broke my hymen? It wasn't your dad! It was that little leaf, it was that little leaf who broke your hymen." My wife has become a woman, it's me...it's my brother! But the first time he fucked me hurt so much, it's nowhere near as comfortable as...my big-dicked husband fucking me...husband...his dick is bigger than yours...husband...fuck me hard!" Her big breasts had been kneaded pink by the man, making them even more beautiful. Her small nipples stood proudly on her breasts, hard. Lin Bingmeng was completely frenzied and completely happy. She moved her big buttocks recklessly, letting the dick, which looked like it had been washed, quickly go in and out of her vagina. Each time, it brought real pleasure, shooting straight to her head!
An hour later, twice in total, the young man ejaculated two streams of hot, fresh semen into his godmother's uterus. Lin Bingmeng, finally exhausted, collapsed against her son's chest. Her soft, snow-white breasts, squeezed between the two, became flat and plump. She tilted her head, her pink lips slightly parted, panting softly, her face filled with the satisfaction of a mature woman after making love, the contentment of the sexual experience given to her by the young man beneath her.
"Mom! Was it good?" Song Ping stroked the woman's smooth back, asking with utmost tenderness. But he didn't know who he was asking, which mother! He
still couldn't forget! He couldn't forget his mother's joyful expression during lovemaking, her satisfied smile after orgasm, her gentle words in his arms, even that harsh slap—he missed it so much! Just thinking about it made his face burn with a sweet pain! He hated himself for being like this, what the hell was he! Every time he finished ejaculating, when his mother appeared in his mind, even before his eyes, he would fiercely berate himself like this: "Do you deserve the love of your godmother? And do you deserve the pain your own mother endured being separated from her family? Song Ping, do you know what you're doing? You're desecrating your most beloved and respected mother! You're hurting her! You're an animal, worse than a pig or a dog!"
But, all I want is to see my mother happy! To see her find the happiness of a normal woman, that would make me happy. Can you honestly say that night, just me and Mom, she wasn't happy? I admit, I just can't let her go! If Mom could be loved and cherished by someone else, then I would let go, but is that possible? Is it? The hidden self within him began to stir again. He raised his arm and shouted, righteous and indignant, his face calm and composed, his conscience clear.
At this moment, he was truly moved by that self, because he remembered his initial intention, the original purpose of doing that thing with his mother: filial piety! And then, the little bit of pure love that followed—those were such innocent emotions!
But it's all in the past,
all in the past, isn't it? He told himself again, he couldn't think about it anymore! "Hmm! Son, let me tell you, being with you, making love with you, makes me feel young again, so happy!" He heard his godmother's voice return to its usual clear and crisp tone. Then, she climbed off him, pulled out a few tissues, spread her legs, and wiped her genitals. Afterward, she wiped the white fluid off her son's soft penis.
"Mom, is it true? Like you just said...like you said?" After wiping, she casually threw away the sticky tissues, then lay back in her son's arms, took his big hand, and placed it on her breast, letting her son touch it.
"What do you mean, is it true? What...what did I say?" She looked up at her son, bewildered. She only knew that she had been shouting, but she couldn't remember what she had said at all.
"Mom, you really don't know what you said? Then next time I mess with you, I'll just ask for our bank card PIN, and then I'll run away with the money, hehe!" She felt the comfort of her son touching her breasts, and heard his slightly surprised voice followed by a mischievous grin, just like when he was a child.
"Hey, stop dawdling! Hurry up and tell me, stop with the nonsense. Your mom and I have told you so many times, aren't you ashamed?" She imitated her best friend Ni Yan, raising her hand for another punch, but this time it was very light.
"Um... well, Mom, you said your first time, your hymen wasn't broken by my dad... but by Ye Huaigang... So, Mom, you weren't a virgin when you got married? Is that true, Mom?" Song Ping played with his godmother's nipple. He wanted her to think it was a casual question, but he couldn't hide his jealousy and curiosity. If it were his godfather, he wouldn't have anything to say, because that would be perfectly natural. He wouldn't bother arguing with someone who had passed away peacefully, especially since his godfather had been so good to his children. Why did it have to be him, Ye Huaigang! What did that scoundrel have to do to steal his godfather's virgin lover! He couldn't help but feel angry and indignant for his godfather, even though such things were insignificant these days. How many young girls were still so pure? Regardless of whether that hymen existed or not, even if it did, it's hard to tell the difference. But that was twenty years ago! I never imagined my godmother was so progressive and open-minded when she was young, nor did I expect that what I heard in the karaoke bar that day was actually true!
Hearing her son say these things, Lin Bingmeng's beautiful face flushed instantly. She slowly lowered her head, no longer daring to look at the young man embracing her.
She loved sex, loved that wonderful, exhilarating pleasure, loved that comfort and relaxation from her vagina to her entire body. However, being too relaxed wasn't good either. Therefore, sometimes she really hated herself for moaning uncontrollably during sex, as it completely robbed her of her dignity and the dignity of wearing that police uniform! So, this is one of the reasons why she hasn't dared to be bold in indulging in sex for the past ten years. Of course, she is a good woman and would never be unrestrained and promiscuous. However, during sex, she is truly afraid that in the blankness of her mind, she will blurt out lewd and vulgar words, reveal secrets, and even lose the honor and pride she has worked so hard for her whole life. So she would rather endure it than casually find a man.
"That was a long, long time ago! Son... do you want to hear it?" she finally said softly, but still did not look up. She didn't think there was anything shameful about it, at least not in front of her son. At the same time, she also wanted her son to see her clearly, not to think that she was a casual and shameless young girl when she was young. "Actually... your mother knows too! I told her first, and she got furious. She pointed at my forehead and scolded me, saying I was confused! Yes, confused!"
Lin Bingmeng's beautiful face was still red, and she hugged her man tightly, her breasts rubbing against his ribs, as if only in this way could she have the courage to continue.
Is every young girl's first time, the transformation from girl to woman, beautiful and unforgettable? Lin Bingmeng, only twenty-one at the time, didn't know. She didn't even know if the boy who took her virginity, the first to enter her pure body, loved her. She was completely bewildered.
Was it love? Otherwise, how could she, a perfectly good girl, have so willingly agreed to be with him? And she was the one who touched his penis first.
But it wasn't love either? Otherwise, how could she have left him so resolutely, watching him, a grown man, squat on the ground, wailing and crying without moving an inch, turning away so decisively?
So, a few nights later, after returning from out of town, she lay in bed with her best friend, having a late-night chat. She nervously confessed everything to her best friend, and listened to Ni Yan's furious summary. Looking back, she realized it was all true.
Completely confused!
It was the end of the year, and everyone says the end of the year is the hardest time, especially for the poor. At that time, a new tourist attraction had just been developed in a district under their police station's jurisdiction. Twenty years ago, this was absolutely novel, attracting a large number of tourists, but also criminals who took advantage of the situation to commit thefts quite frequently.
Lin Bingmeng, who had just been assigned from the police academy, was doing nothing all day, just organizing files and serving tea and water to her seniors—these trivial tasks had been going on for months. She had the typical youthful eagerness to show off and the impatient desire for quick success, so she was getting impatient. She longed for her captain or mentor to give her an opportunity to use the skills she had learned at the police academy, to impress everyone in the police force, and ideally, to make a name for herself!
She knew that opportunities weren't given to her, nor were they readily available; they had to be sought out and fought for!
"Hey! Come here for a second, I have something to tell you!" That night, she stopped Ye Huaigang, who was about to take her home, and beckoned him mysteriously with her finger. "I heard that things are really lively at the front lines at night, so there are a lot of thieves taking advantage of the chaos, and they're really rampant. There's just one last bus coming up soon, do you want to go check it out and maybe do something good?" As she spoke, she patted the young man's solid chest muscles to encourage him.
The so-called front lines were where the veterans went on missions.
"But sister... the captain and mentor haven't given us any missions, they won't agree!" The honest and unassuming young man scratched his head, speaking timidly. He was afraid of the captain and mentor, but he was even more afraid of the brave and spirited, beautiful girl in front of him, only a few months older than him. At the police academy, a classmate with excellent writing skills described her as having a "fragrant breath" even when the beautiful Lin Bingmeng farted!
How could the gas inside a lover's body not smell good? Unfortunately, he didn't smell it. After hearing this, he often smiled foolishly to himself, thinking this way.
He made no secret of how much he liked this girl, how much he loved her. He wished the whole world knew that he, Ye Huaigang, loved Lin Bingmeng!
So she would never know how much effort he had put in, how much he had talked himself hoarse, to convince his parents to let him be assigned to this small police station with her. He wanted to give her everything, listen to her, and it didn't matter if there was no reward, just being by her side was enough.
"Oh my! Are you stupid? If we wait for them to give us tasks, we might have to wait until those senior members retire. Look at Brother Guo, he's only three years older than us, yet he's already risked his life alongside the team leader and is a key member! Why? Because he seizes opportunities to showcase himself and takes the initiative! Do you want to be treated like a lackey every day? 'We're out of tea today, Xiao Yezi goes to buy some, Xiao Yezi goes to get the newspaper tomorrow,' would that be nice? Anyway, I just think Brother Guo is great! Mom loves him and Grandma loves him. When I'm twenty-four, I'll definitely achieve the same results as Brother Guo, or even surpass him!" Hands on hips, the girl puffed out her chest, her face full of fighting spirit.
At that time, she didn't know that the "Brother Guo" she admired so much would later truly enter her heart, love her for a lifetime, and remain with her until her death. "Okay! Let's go!" She pouted, still looking very childish. Brother Guo, Brother Guo! "It's Brother Guo all day long! Would Brother Guo let you be so willful? Would he be so obedient to you? Would he be so good to you, so doting on you?"
The young man was indignant inside, but he didn't show it at all. He was afraid of upsetting her, even just a little.
"Um... Little Yezi! I'm sorry, we didn't catch the thief, and you had to suffer with me." That night, it proved how true the saying "Those who don't listen to their elders will suffer" is. Actually, thinking back, they went there that day purely by chance. They had no plan, didn't know the terrain, and hadn't scouted the area. Going to investigate so recklessly is a major taboo for police officers—time-consuming and dangerous. But that wasn't the worst part. What troubled the two kids the most was that even their lodging was in jeopardy; they almost had to sleep on the streets. Because it was a newly built tourist area, many... The first problem wasn't finding a place to stay, and it was their fault for arriving too late. Both of the two guesthouses were already full. After much pleading, they finally managed to get a room in the second guesthouse, where they had been distributing odds and ends, for the two children. Luckily, there was a large, tattered bed. However, it was the dead of winter in Northeast China, the coldest time of year. The owner was kind enough to give them a small stove with a small fire burning for warmth, but it wasn't constant, and the fire eventually went out. The dark room was filled with cold air, and their ears outside the blankets were icy cold.
"Um... Little Yezi, are you cold? Maybe... maybe..." After lying on the bed for a while, they still couldn't fall asleep. Their younger brother, sleeping on the narrow, hard stool, must be even more uncomfortable. She bit her lip, finally making up her mind, "Why don't you come to bed? We can share a... share a blanket, it'll be warmer!"
Although it was embarrassing for a young woman to sleep in the same blanket as a man, her guilt overwhelmed her. After all, her younger brother had suffered because of her, and even just for one night, she felt incredibly guilty.
Besides, everyone said they were a couple, and she wasn't stupid or blind; how could she not feel her brother's kindness and affection for her? She admitted that she also had feelings for him, but these feelings were vague and insignificant; she didn't know what they were.
At that moment, twenty-one-year-old Lin Bingmeng only worried about one thing: if she slept... she wouldn't have a baby in a few days, right?
After a few words of back and forth, and a final, impatient shout, the young man finally obediently climbed into bed, leaning against the wall, keeping a distance from the fragrant body.
"Don't stand so close to the wall, it's so cold! You already have a stomach problem, it'll hurt again tomorrow!" She showed all her older sisterly care, getting up to give him most of the blankets, tucking them behind him.
She didn't know that as she got up, her soft upper body intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the young man's face, and for a fleeting moment, he even felt a large, soft mound! Even through the sweater, that softness felt so good! And so big! Warm and cozy, he really wanted to touch it!
Even though he knew he shouldn't think like that, that such thoughts were so vulgar and shameful, he just couldn't control himself, just like the boy lying on his side in bed then, unable to stop himself from trembling, unable to stop the warm liquid flowing from his nostrils.
His nose was bleeding!
"Oh my god! What was that sound? Was it...was it a mouse? Will it get on the bed?" A rustling sound came from the floor, and suddenly a warm sensation filled her arms as a chubby body lunged at her, trembling slightly.
Even when faced with a knife-wielding robbery, she was genuinely terrified of those furry, disgusting little creatures. After all, she was just a twenty-year-old girl, so without thinking, her fear made her cling to the young man, completely oblivious to her embarrassment.
This room was originally a storeroom, so it was normal for mice and cockroaches to have made their home here.
Sister, please! Can you stay away from me? My lower body is so uncomfortable! I...I really want to touch myself! I want to ejaculate! Just like how I think about you every night! I'm...I'm about to lose control!
What really got to him was that he never wore underwear, he wasn't used to it, and at that moment, he was hard right there in his pants, his undershirt already bulging. His thing was already big, and now it was hard—she must have felt it!
"Little Yezi? What's wrong? Why are you trembling all over? And… what's that… down there?" More than twenty years ago, sex education was completely obscure. Some girls didn't even know what sex was like until their wedding night, let alone Lin Bingmeng, who had never even had a boyfriend. But she vaguely seemed to know something.
Was it like what they said in books, like animal mating? Oh my god! She jolted, feeling like she'd been burned, and released the boy, no longer afraid of him.
"Sister, please help me! I… I'm dying of discomfort!" In the dim light, her wrist was grabbed by a trembling hand, and an incredibly dry voice entered her ears, as if the speaker's throat was burning.
His voice sounded like he was really uncomfortable, but how could she help him? "I don't know how to do anything," the girl thought nervously.
Just then, she felt the warmth of skin against the blankets, a cozy warmth that she could feel even through her clothes. And what was that hard thing in the middle of the blankets…? He had actually… taken off his pants!
"Little Yezi! What are you doing! Put your pants back on! I'm still a virgin!" she cried out, her voice barely a whisper as she scolded him.
"Sister! Just touch it, okay? Touching it makes me feel better, sister, I love you!" He knew he couldn't waver now. Regardless of whether she loved him or not, regardless of whether they would marry in the future, he had to have her now! Heaven knows how much he loved this first girl he shared a bed with, how much he loved her!
She was instantly struck! What girl doesn't dream of hearing someone say "I love you" to her? Especially since she genuinely had feelings for this boy. As she was thinking this, her delicate hand touched a hard, hot rod! So this is what a grown man's thing looks like! At that moment, that's exactly what the young girl was thinking.
Is this what people call a penis? How do you use it? What is it for? She didn't let go of her brother's genitals; instead, she actually grasped them in her hand.
Instantly, a trembling hand, equally radiant with heat, reached under the hem of her clothes. That hand quickly slipped across her flat stomach and reached her high, firm breasts. Twenty years ago, girls didn't wear bras. Their undergarments were just loose tank tops, so the boy easily touched a soft breast.
Was this the most sacred and mysterious part of the girl he had longed for day and night? Was it the breasts he often masturbated to in bed, fantasizing about touching them countless times? They were so soft, so smooth! More wonderful than anything he'd ever touched! The boy gasped, his large hands kneading them vigorously. He could feel her soft, tender breasts changing shape, then instantly returning to their original state—so elastic!
Lin Bingmeng, who had been touched without permission for the first time, didn't refuse him; instead…she enjoyed it! Really, when she recalled being touched by a boy who loved her for the first time, she couldn't remember why she hadn't refused him, why she hadn't immediately pushed him away. Her memories were filled with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. So comfortable!
Human
beings' sexual needs are truly innate; once unleashed, they become unstoppable.
"Little Yezi…kiss me!" In a flash, a random sentence, a random thought, brought to mind all those romantic scenes from Qiong Yao's novels, those shameful images of undressing, and a random urge to experience it firsthand!
She swore she truly meant it, without a single ulterior motive.
In bed, five delicate, white fingers still held what seemed like an even larger penis. Under her clothes, that hand kneaded her soft, large breasts with even greater thirst. In the dim light, their heads finally met, face to face, their four lips, locked in their first kiss, clumsily pressed together, touching only instinctively, yet so eagerly and greedily.
At that moment, in the heat of their passionate kiss, neither of them felt cold; instead, they felt incredibly hot, as if their entire bodies were on fire.
"Sister! We've kissed, and I've touched your nipples, give me your body! I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, stay by your side for the rest of my life, love you for the rest of my life!" He had already rolled onto her, gently pressing down on this best girl in the world, speaking with deep affection and urgency, as if afraid she might disagree.
He didn't know that his words and his long-cherished wish would come true after that night. He stayed by her side, caring for her tenderly and loving her silently. However, he never touched her body again until today.
"Ah! How do I give it to her?" It turned out that letting a man touch her body and kissing a man was such a fun and exciting thing. The young girl felt her blood rushing through her body. It was an unprecedented feeling of novelty. At that time, she didn't think too much about it. Or rather, sex made her playful. The innocent and pure girl didn't realize how precious it was to give her first time to a big boy, and how precious it was to play such a game with a big boy in bed!
She even thought that when she got home, she would ask her best friend Ni Yan, who she could talk to about anything, if she and Song Changxiang had played such a game. Anyway, the two of them loved each other so much that they would play it sooner or later. Foolishly, she actually asked, and then regretted it. She was also scolded severely and cried.
Of course, that's all in hindsight. At that moment, the naive girl truly didn't understand how to give her body to the big boy on top of her. She even had a bloodthirsty thought: was she supposed to be torn to pieces?
"It's like...we're going to be naked first, and then...I'll put my hard thing into your pee hole..." Still touching her warm breasts, the boy's face was flushed as he awkwardly explained sex to his girl.
"Ah...how do you know so much? Where did you learn it? Hmm...touch harder, it feels really good!" She was increasingly enjoying the feel and temperature of that rough, warm hand touching her nipples; she felt a pleasant swelling in them.
"Sis, once my classmates and I went to a video arcade and saw two people doing this... They were two foreigners, and they said it's called... sex! Yes, it's called love! It's the most comfortable and wonderful thing in the world! It's amazing, really! In the end, I actually saw the guy on top of the woman's naked body, and the woman looked so happy! Shall we do it now? Sis, I'll make you feel good too!" As he touched her, he simply lifted up the girl's clothes, buried his face in her breasts, and began to suckle the tender white flesh, his lips licking her nipples. He was truly fearless, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. With a naive love, a naive enjoyment, and a naive understanding of sex, she actually nodded and agreed!
Soon, two naked, young bodies lay in the warm bed. The young girl wasn't nervous at all, just shy. After all, this was the first time in her twenty-one years that a man had touched and seen her naked body. She wrapped her bare arms around the boy's neck, her smooth thighs slightly parted. Her small opening, which she only cautiously touched a few times when urinating, now had a hot rod pressing against it. The tip of the rod gently rubbed against her soft, hairy labia. Then, like a pangolin, the rod forcefully parted the already wet labia and pushed hard into her opening. With each inch, her vagina felt a burning, tingling pleasure.
It felt incredibly good, yet she couldn't quite explain why.
But halfway through, the rod suddenly stopped moving.
"Sister! I think I touched your hymen! I heard... that breaking it makes sex more pleasurable for girls, but... it hurts a lot, sister, bear with it!" In the dim night, he vaguely saw her face, one hand still playing with her plump breasts, unable to let go.
Then, Ye Huaigang's penis went all the way in! She let out an extremely shrill scream, tears instantly streaming down her face!
The twenty-one-year-old girl's hymen was broken! Lin Bingmeng's life was marked by Ye Huaigang on that winter night in 1987.
And from that night on, the trajectory of her later life was changed, the trajectory of her loving someone for the rest of her life was changed.
However, as she lay naked in bed, in her son's arms, recounting these things, recalling that confused past of her youth, she was still unaware.
"That's it? What happened next?" Hearing this, Song Ping had already covered them both with the blanket, but he remained in bed, listening to the story while playing with his godmother's large handkerchief, his lecherous nature unchanged.
He didn't look down on his godmother at all, thinking she was a naive and unrespecting young girl. On the contrary, he found her adorable and genuine. She was just innocent and curious, like a clueless little girl who accidentally broke a glass—an unintentional mistake, and he couldn't bear to blame her.
However, he was truly jealous of Ye Huaigang, incredibly jealous—that scoundrel! That scoundrel! That shameless man!
"That's it! What happened next..." She couldn't remember anything about what happened next, or rather, she didn't want to think about it, even deliberately trying to forget.
"Mom, I mean, how many times did you two do it that night? Did he ejaculate inside you every time? Mom, are you... really not pregnant?" Touching her warm breasts, Song Ping's penis was already hard again, standing tall in the blankets. He was just curious about how many times that shameless bastard had taken advantage of his lover.
"Oh! You little hooligan! You have the nerve to ask about such a shameful thing, are you looking for a beating?" Lin Bingmeng's beautiful face was painted with a nice layer of pink, and she said fiercely, actually to cover up her shyness and embarrassment.
How could she tell her son that in fact, that night, the two young people had a really crazy night, and they didn't stop having sex all night long! At first, the young girl was really in pain, and she really regretted it. She just wanted the boy on her body to pull out quickly, and didn't want to do it. But gradually, the pain really stopped, and was replaced by unprecedented numbness and comfort. Especially after the boy on her body twitched violently, her whole body felt numb. The relaxed and comfortable body made her hug her man tightly at that moment, enjoying the pleasure of her first night of sex and her first orgasm with all her heart. Every time the hot water spurted out from the hard stick, it seemed that she was melting every time. Her uterus really received countless virgin semen that night! It wasn't until days later, amidst her best friend's panicked expression, that she learned those streams of hot water were what caused women to give birth! Luckily, she was in her safe period and escaped pregnancy!
It turned out that Ni Yan was more knowledgeable and mature than her; even though she had gotten there first, Ni Yan was still a pure virgin.
"Let's not talk about that embarrassing thing anymore, you're going to have your third man now!" She heard her son's grinning voice, and then her naked body was pressed down by him again.
"Ah! Aren't you going to eat? And yet..." Before she could finish the "ah," something hard was thrust into her lower body, and she felt a surge of fullness, so comfortable!
On the bed, another naked battle of flesh was about to begin... At the same time, in Shanghai, that bustling and dazzling metropolis.
Standing under the scorching sunlight, Ni Yan stared blankly at the bustling street. She felt waves of pain in her private area, the pain of cold metal contact, the pain of something being forcibly removed from her body. Just moments ago, her IUD, which had been with her for years and was still functional, had been removed!
She was now like a young girl, just like her best friend Lin Bingmeng, completely without contraception!
"Why would someone almost fifty take out a perfectly good IUD? Does she want a child? Or is she so beautiful that she needs her man to do 'that' every night? I've heard that the prettier a woman is, the more virile she is. Look at her, so poised and elegant, with such big breasts, she must be quite promiscuous at night!"
"Can't you have some professional ethics? Is it fun speculating about other people's private matters? Go, go, go, get back to work!"
This was the whispering she had overheard outside the nurses' office as she pulled up her pants and walked into the quiet corridor.
Yes, who can tell me, why did I remove my IUD and stop using contraception? Why? It's because my man said, "Yan'er, go and take the IUD out! Now I'm better, I want a fresh start, I want to have sex with you without any obstacles! That way, I can get hard, I'll be excited!" So, I came, not afraid of being laughed at, not afraid of gossip, I came, without hesitation!
Now, as long as my man is better, I can do anything for him, I don't care about anything else!
She gripped the strap of her handbag tightly, speaking firmly to herself, with a hint of grief and indignation, even though she wouldn't admit it.

Chapter 10: Dedicating Oneself to a Dream Without Regret I
'm so sorry, this chapter isn't risqué; it's just a refreshing appetizer. But it's one of the chapters I really enjoyed writing. From childhood, I've always dreamed of having a girl like that by my side. Childhood sweethearts' pure love is truly enviable. Silently loving each other, that hazy, ambiguous feeling—that kind of emotion is the most beautiful. I think there's also the kinship between the two families, inseparable. I really envy that. I hope you'll like this chapter too!
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
"Hello everyone! I'm your new history teacher, Song Ping. If you can't remember, you can remember it like this: May you have peace!" The young man placed his hands on the podium, smiling at the dozens of fluffy little heads below, his face full of affection. Then he picked up the chalk and wrote two large, flowing characters on the blackboard.
In his first job, his loving parents finally granted his wish, and as he had hoped, he became a proud elementary school teacher.
This was the first time Song Ping introduced himself to his students, but as a subject teacher, not a homeroom teacher, which he regretted because he felt he hadn't achieved much.
It had been a month since then. In that month of teaching and nurturing, he had not only won the favor and affection of his students—those teenagers had almost taken a liking to this witty and humorous older brother from the very first lesson—but he had also regained a nickname he hadn't heard in a long time: "Sending Peace." However, the children all respectfully added "Teacher" to it.
"Sending Peace Teacher, did your mom make this for you? Is it good?" A chubby little boy, having just delivered some papers to the office, turned around and saw a box of sushi rolls on his desk.
"Hehe! No! It's my dad! Here, have one and try it, and tell me how my old man's cooking is!" He smiled and picked up the lunchbox, handing it to the little boy.
"Mmm, delicious, soft, and seafood flavored!" The little boy was already happily chewing, his cheeks bulging, looking very content.
Song Ping watched his students leave, then casually picked up a piece of sushi, popped it into his mouth, and slowly chewed, savoring it.
Hmm, it was quite delicious, with a warm, homey taste.
Nothing is unforgettable, nothing is insurmountable; as long as you choose not to think about it, it can be treated as if it never happened, completely erased from your heart, vanished into nothingness.
It had been half a month since his parents returned from their medical treatment in Shanghai. Although he didn't know the extent of his father's illness or if there was any hope, he had learned his lesson this time, not uttering a single word or inquiring. His parents hadn't uttered a single word either, and they hadn't allowed that absurd and disgusting incident from that night to repeat itself.
At night, their family was just like any other family of three: his parents in one room, he sleeping alone, undisturbed.
His father was still the same jovial, culinary-savvy, capable deputy mayor of the city, occasionally entertaining clients.
His mother remained the same aloof lawyer, always buried in books, bustling about with energy.
They still loved each other as much as before.
As for that incident, it was like a sticky nightmare, hard to shake off for a while, like a nightmare that made one uneasy. But when they woke up, the bad images disappeared, and life naturally returned to normal.
The one who changed was him. Sometimes, his nighttime activities were truly different. Before, he could only think about women and have an erection in bed, but now, he turned those thoughts into action. He didn't know why his libido was so strong, why he had so much semen. He almost couldn't get enough, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't ejaculate. Even the woman who wholeheartedly wanted to have his child was getting a little annoyed with him.
To be precise, she couldn't take it anymore. Lin Bingmeng was, after all, a woman in her forties. Even with a strong libido and a wild nature, having sex every day, engaging in such physically demanding activities, was really too much for her. So she explicitly forbade him: he could stay overnight at her place on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for the mother and son to have passionate sex, and the rest of the time, he had to go back to his own home.
Even though his godmother didn't say anything, his mother, who already knew everything, had sternly told him, "You're a grown man, stop going to your godmother's house so often! And you even stay there every time you go. That's a bad influence on your godmother. You're not a child anymore!"
He could almost hear a hint of jealousy in his mother's voice, a sour undertone. Even if it wasn't there, he assumed it was, shamelessly thinking so.
"It's clearly your child who was in the wrong first, what's wrong with making him apologize? Is it that hard?" Just then, the office door opened, and a well-mannered middle-aged woman walked in. Her voice was loud, unable to hide her indignation.
"Teacher, what's your vision like? Look at how badly he beat my child, his eye is bruised! Besides, with his poor, shabby appearance, you expect my child to apologize to him? I'd rather not even say a word against him than dirty my child's mouth, ugh!"
Behind the female teacher, a man who was swaying slightly as he walked in also entered. He was dressed in what appeared to be very expensive clothes, and most strikingly, he wore a thick, gleaming platinum chain around his neck. He
was clearly a nouveau riche. And a drunken nouveau riche at that.
"Alright, alright, you can leave now!" The female teacher's brows furrowed tightly behind her glasses as she began to dismiss them with disgust. Finally, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "He exudes a wicked air about him from the inside out. What's the point of dressing up so nicely?"
"What the hell did you say? Say it again and see!"
This nouveau riche was probably a self-made man with little education, so he used money to arm himself and make himself appear superior. But being so easily seen through and exposed made him furious. "So what if I'm rich? I'm fucking rich! Money talks! Tomorrow I'll give you 100,000 yuan to sleep with me. Look at those big breasts of yours, who knows how many men you've slept with! Women with big breasts, they're all fucking..."

"Watch your mouth! This is a school, you can't curse like that here!" Before he could finish, his wrist was grabbed tightly, and a deep voice interrupted his rant.
Just as he turned to glare at her, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, as if the bone beneath his skin was about to shatter. The young man in front of him remained unfazed, even sporting a faint, gentle smile.
Luckily, he had police officer parents who had forced him to learn martial arts as a child, supposedly for health and fitness. Unexpectedly, it had come in handy now, saving a damsel in distress.
"Um… Aunt Liu, don't take it to heart. Some people get like mad dogs when they're drunk, so annoying!" After the drunkard swore and left, Song Ping scratched his head, offering dry words of comfort to the woman who was engrossed in her lesson plans. He was truly bad at comforting people, especially with sweet talk.
Raising her head, Liu Yirong smiled slightly, her dignified and fair face filled with indifference. "You called him a mad dog, do you expect me to bite back to vent my anger? Sigh! I'm just worried about that child. He's quite smart, but won't he follow in his footsteps and become as materialistic as his parents? It seems that whether you're rich or poor, a child's education is always the most important thing, and it really has little to do with the family's financial situation."
And what about you? Just because you're pretty and beautiful, does that give you the right to mock others and disregard their self-esteem? Song Ping questioned this woman in his heart.
After a month, he learned about Liu Yirong's basic information from those around him and could make a preliminary judgment about what kind of person she was. She was generous, upright, easy-going, and friendly, yet also incorruptible. She couldn't stand anything wrong and wouldn't swallow her anger; she dared to confront her superiors. In teaching, she was at the forefront, an outstanding teacher and model worker at the school. Most importantly, she was a great and strong mother who had painstakingly raised a remarkable disabled son for over twenty years, washing his clothes, feeding him, and working tirelessly. In short, she was a good woman and a good mother, worthy of admiration.
Therefore, judging by the matter, not the person, Song Ping couldn't help but feel a deep disgust for his father and blame him. Who hasn't said or done wrong things when they were young and impetuous? Just because of a sarcastic remark, you've held a grudge for over twenty years, and without her even realizing it, you've tainted her entire life, making her betray her husband and her family. Though he didn't say a word, that incident was truly a knot in his heart, impossible to untie. He knew his image as a father wasn't as noble and loving as it once was, even though it was incredibly pleasurable to have sex with a beautiful mature woman for free.
Fortunately, the person involved was completely unaware; the drug was indeed effective. But that was absolutely the last time. He could never do something so immoral and terrifying again.
The sins of the father must be repaid by the son. Now, standing beside Liu Yirong, he felt no desire for revenge, but a genuine desire to do something for her, to make amends.
"Thank you, child!" Lost in thought, he heard her soft, grateful voice.
He felt a surge of pride and shame; so this was what it felt like to be a hero.
"Slow down, watch your step!" In the dead of winter, night falls early. School had just let out, and the figures in the corridor were already blurry. Song Ping walked out of the office, loudly instructing two children playing at the stairwell.
"You big pig!" A thunderous shout echoed through the corridor, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.
He didn't need to look to know who possessed such a menacing voice; but why was she back? Why had she suddenly appeared here?
He turned around dumbfounded and vaguely saw a girl in an orange down jacket rushing towards him like a running orange.
"What's that look on your face when you see me? So happy you're dumbfounded? Hehehe!" Needless to say, his poor face was about to suffer a severe "torture." Her hands had to pinch and knead his face until it was completely deformed before she was satisfied. From childhood, this was a rule and greeting she had set for him, and he couldn't break it.
"Hey! Stop it! This is a school, and my students are here. What would it look like if they saw this?" Although his tone was harsh, Song Ping still gently took the girl's hand away, his face full of affection. "Why did you suddenly come back? You didn't mention it when we chatted last night!"
"A surprise inspection, huh! Let's see if you've passed the test this past month, whether you've misled the students and ruined the future flowers of our motherland!"
She laughed heartily, then turned around, squatted down, and looked at the child who had been petrified by her antics. Pointing her thumb backward, she said, "You're in fifth grade, right? So you're his student, right? Tell your big sister, has this big pig been flirting with the prettiest girl in your class? He... Hey, what are you doing! I haven't finished investigating yet, big pig, are you feeling guilty?"
Before she could finish speaking, someone grabbed her by the back of the collar with a great headache and dragged her down the stairs like a dead dog, stumbling and falling... As she walked, she was filled with hatred and suspicion. Her godparents were such serious and stern people, how could they have given birth to this crazy little monster! If someone told him now that this crazy woman was picked up from a stinky ditch, he would believe it one hundred and twenty times over!
**********
...

"You all knew this girl was back, and my dad even cooked her this delicious meal. Am I the only one kept in the dark?"
Hanging up his coat, Song Ping could almost hear the sound of someone chewing loudly, eating with great relish. He walked to the table and asked his mother.
"She told us to keep it a secret. You know her; she always likes to surprise us," Ni Yan replied casually, her eyes glued to a health program.
"You big pig! Still not full? More!" Her cheeks were still bulging. Two bowls of rice had been mercilessly devoured, and Guo E stretched out her arm, heading towards her third bowl.
"I wonder who's the pig here! Two months apart, nothing else has improved, but your appetite has increased dramatically! Please lose some weight, Miss! If you keep this up, who will want you? Even if they did, they couldn't afford to feed you; you eat too much!" Muttering to himself, Song Ping still acted as the waiter, taking the bowl and filling it with another large bowl of rice.
"Nobody wants me? Then you want me! It just so happens that our mom is away on a business trip tonight, so we'll go home and do 'that' as soon as we get there! Tell you, Big Pig, I still...
" *Smack!* A sharp slap landed on her forehead, the pain cutting her off.
"What are you saying? A grown woman doing 'that'? Is that something you can just say? Isn't it shameful?"
Ni Yan glared at her daughter, clearly angry. Although her daughter wasn't her own, she had always been strict with both of them, as had Lin Bingmeng. No matter who made a mistake, she never let them off easily; scolding and beating were both the same policy. In fact, Ni Yan was even better at disciplining the children than Lin Bingmeng, regardless of which one she was with. Lin Bingmeng had become accustomed to being disciplined, being scolded and beaten at will, without ever questioning or showing any pity. Both mothers were absolute tiger moms, firmly believing that "spare the rod and spoil the child," and taking it to the extreme.
In this light, the saying "Spare the rod and spoil the child" is truly accurate. It was precisely because she had always been strict with her children, never showing them any mercy, that the two families had developed an unbreakable bond. Adults and children alike were truly as close as family.
To her surprise, this time her daughter didn't laugh foolishly and add a pleading "Mom, I was wrong." Instead, she lowered her eyes, carefully picking up small bites of rice with her chopsticks and slowly bringing them to her mouth, eating quietly. Her daughter's unusual behavior truly surprised her.
"Mom, do you know? What I said just now was all true, so I don't want to argue or admit my mistakes. But, I wonder if I can succeed, and I'm really scared..."
Ni Yan didn't hear her daughter's true feelings at this moment.
"Hey, my dear daughter, you're graduating soon too. Are you really planning to stay there? If you ask me, you should come back. We can easily find you a good job here, and you'll have all of us parents to take care of you. Isn't that great? You're all alone over there, all lonely. You must be feeling so miserable. We miss you!" Seeing the atmosphere getting a bit somber, Song Changxiang put another piece of pork rib in his daughter's bowl, changing the subject.
"Come on, Dad! You know her, she's a career woman! She's busy pursuing her dreams, she doesn't have time to think about home or us ordinary folks. Isn't she the future international supermodel and fashion designer?"
Song Ping picked up where her father left off, teasing her with a grin. Bickering with her was always a great pleasure, especially when she won.
"Shut up! I...am I that cold-blooded? I'm back now, aren't I?" Guo E casually tossed a half-eaten bone she had on her chopsticks at him. He glared at her fiercely. He always talked so much!
"Sigh! A daughter is like a tree that grows up and leaves home. Her ambition, her single-minded dedication to planning for the future, is exactly like her mother's when she was young!" Ni Yan sighed as she ate alone.
**********
It's snowing again, a heavy, fluffy snowfall.
"Hey, where are your gloves? Aren't your hands cold?" Under a bright river of lights, Song Ping walked slowly, his eyes fixed on the girl twirling in the swirling snow. She looked so carefree and happy, like an elf.
"Big pig! Do you remember? When we were little, it snowed this much once, and we were playing in the snow outside. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly had the idea to ask you to build me an ice house, just like in the cartoons. I even said, 'If you build it, I'll marry you, and we'll get married there!' That was pure and innocent love! Hehe, pure and innocent love, I can still imagine a six-year-old kid saying those things so seriously!" Guo E said to herself, laughing so hard she almost fell over.
"Yeah, luckily I don't have that skill, otherwise I'd be in big trouble for the rest of my life. You shameless bastard, you'd probably swindle me for life! Just thinking about it makes me shudder!" The young man laughed too, and went over to put his gloves on the girl, carefully tucking the rest into her sleeves.
"Big pig, why are you always so good to me?" She instinctively took his arm, leaning her entire upper body against him, as if boneless, her cold little face pressed against his equally cold down jacket, yet she felt incredibly safe and warm.
Yes, whenever she was with him, she felt that safe, warm, and comfortable.
"Silly girl! Who are you? You're my sister! It's only natural for me to be good to you, and it would be an outrage if I weren't!" He turned around, expertly and affectionately ruffling her damp hair covered in snowflakes.
Her steps faltered, her pupils contracting sharply.
Sister? Sister! What did those two words represent? Was it enough to let him take care of her without a care in the world? Was it enough to erase and deny the arranged marriage from their elders?
Was it enough that their relationship would never warm up again, never cross into another emotional realm?
Sister! Do you know how much I hate, how much I hate those two words! "Song Ping, why should you say whatever you want? Why?!"
So, I'd rather be shameless than let those two words shackle me. I don't want to be your sister, always behind you, so you have to turn around to see me!
Because I love you! Whether you love me or not, I love you!
"Song Ping!" She suddenly stopped and called him crisply.
"Huh? Who are you? Are you calling me?" Caught off guard by her calling him by name, he was startled. He'd been called "Big Pig" by her since childhood, and even after twenty years, he still didn't know where that nickname came from, and he wasn't fat at all.
Seriously, big brother, can you be serious for once? All the courage he'd mustered up was gone!
"Don't go home later, stay... stay at my house... stay here! I'm scared to be alone!" Gathering her strength, the girl finally managed to say it, but her voice grew softer and softer.
"Are you crazy? Why are you making such a fuss about living together? Isn't it normal for us to 'cohabitate'? This guy, you're acting like you want to sleep with me, are you trying to offer yourself up?" A head was shoved hard, and an impatient voice pierced the eardrums.
Because of their families' relationship, the two children had almost never been apart since childhood, eating and sleeping together. They were still sleeping in the same bed when they were twelve. Later, as their parents sometimes worked overtime or went on business trips, it was perfectly normal for the two children to stay together every now and then—of course, in separate rooms, so they wouldn't disturb each other.
"Yes! I want to offer myself up! I want to sleep with you, I want to make love to you!" Suddenly looking up, a pair of icy cold lips pressed against the tall, unprepared boy, leaving him instantly stunned.
In an instant, everything around seemed to disappear into thin air; the passersby vanished, the snow melted, and spring arrived all over the world!
So this is what it's like to truly feel someone's breath, to touch someone's lips—it's so wonderful! This is the magic of a kiss!
This is the joy of a first kiss!
The girl gently closed her eyes, boldly sucking on the still unresponsive lips. Her lips, beginning to warm, were completely numb, kissing the boy she loved solely based on visual memory, greedily and urgently, like a hungry puppy, desperately munching on its food. Her arms, without her noticing
, wrapped around the boy's neck. "
What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this? Could it be… could this be your real reason for coming home?" The young man really wanted to ask this girl, who was now acting so wildly, a good question. He almost didn't recognize her anymore. From a young age, she had been a bit eccentric, but her mind was always pure. In her world, it used to be all about studying and playing. But since she was thirteen, she'd inexplicably become obsessed with fashion design and there was no stopping her. Her mind was constantly filled with needles, threads, patterns, and fabrics, or she'd be daydreaming about standing on a glamorous runway, watching her creations shine on the graceful models, and waving to the world, showcasing her talent and achievements.
His description of her was spot on: a career-driven woman! Whether it was her career or her studies, she always put it first, leaving no time for anything else. Her emotional intelligence was practically zero; she was a bit silly—at least, that was his initial impression.
Of course, it was also because she had hidden this love too deeply, too well. She didn't want to put any pressure on him, didn't want them to drift apart; she just wanted to love him silently.
But now, it seemed impossible. For her dream, she had to take this step first, even if she didn't know if it was worth it, she still had no regrets.
"Song Ping, I love you! Let's do it today, okay? Take me!" The girl finally released their lips, burying her face in his broad shoulder, speaking softly and firmly, as if whispering, incredibly tender.
Her heart had never pounded like this before, fast and urgent, almost bursting out!
Her face had never felt so hot, as if snowflakes falling on it could instantly melt into icy water and evaporate.
She was hugged tightly, then gently pushed away from that warm embrace.
She saw a pair of bright and gentle eyes, and saw her own reflection.
"Girl! I'm sorry! I don't know if you're joking, but I can't... I can't agree to you. I feel like I'd be irresponsible." She heard a calm and collected voice, filled with immense reluctance. Then she could no longer see those eyes, because he turned his head away.
In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness washed over her. She realized what extreme cold and extreme heat felt like—so utterly unsettling, so utterly despairing!
She felt all the emotions she'd shared since childhood shatter in an instant, leaving them unrecognizable. Her heart ached, it truly ached!
She knew she could no longer be by his side, laughing and joking without restraint, being pampered and loved by him without restraint. She was heartbroken, so incredibly heartbroken!
In that instant, her girlish dignity vanished before him!
And because of your words, "irresponsible," what responsibility do I need you to take? From childhood to adulthood, you've always been so indulgent towards me. Can't you just pretend to truly love me this once? Even just this once!
Because I truly love you! I must live up to my life's promise!
So…
“I hate you!” Although my directness and boldness have baffled you, and I should give you time to think it over, I still hate you!
The girl shouted, then hurled her backpack at him with tremendous force. Caught off guard, the young man was thrown back several steps by the impact.
Then, the girl turned and ran, wiping away her tears.
Was I too irresponsible, too reckless? Such a pure and innocent girl suddenly confessed to me, wanting to go straight to the point. Was there some hidden reason that forced her to do this? Even if there wasn't, one can imagine how much courage it took for her to say those words. I should have taken her home first, comforted her for a while, instead of rejecting her so hastily on the street. How much harm did that do to her? How could I be so foolish? Song Ping tilted his head, still staring blankly at the already disappeared figure, mentally slapping himself hard.
At the same time, his heart ached, it ached terribly.
Besides, from childhood to adulthood, was his affection for her only indulgence? Was it that simple? Then why did he sulk for half a month and refuse to speak to her after learning that four years ago she applied to a university in another city? And during those four years, if he didn't call and bicker with her for two days, he would miss her terribly? Once, when she had a bad cold and craved her father's crystal pork knuckle, he insisted on taking a 2 AM train to bring it to her, just so she could have a hearty breakfast the next day.
He never considered whether his natural indulgence and care for her was love, whether he truly loved her. Perhaps he was, but he believed that one could be unfaithful, but never promiscuous. He was filial to his mother and loving towards his godmother, which was why he initially had no regrets and resolutely slept with them. And what about those two girls? He couldn't find any other emotion to engage in sexual activity with her. With his feelings for her unclear and ambiguous, he took her innocent body. He feared she would regret it later, because his love didn't belong to her alone, and he felt he would be betraying her.
Perhaps this was love—wholeheartedly thinking of her, preferring to hurt her deeply now rather than see her sad and heartbroken later. Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one. He just didn't know it then, just like his feelings for Lin Bingmeng.
A melodious, childish cell phone ringtone startled Song Ping, who was still standing blankly on the street. He then realized that the little girl's phone was still in her backpack.
He took it out and saw who was calling: Liu Ying. He knew her; she was the little girl's best friend.
"Hey! Xiao'e, are you with him now? Is it convenient for you to talk? If not, don't speak, listen to me. Have you told him? I know you love him very much, but I think you need to think carefully about this. After all, this is a major life event for a girl. What if you regret it later and find that you don't actually love him that much, or you meet someone you love more, and you've already compromised your purity because of a moment of impulse? Besides, those things about Ren Yixian are just rumors. Maybe it's just people in the industry who are jealous of him and made up these scandalous stories. Yes, you're pretty and that's why he chose you, but you're also really talented and gifted. Can't you work hard on your own without him? So I think you shouldn't be too reckless, lest..."
"She was already reckless, and she made me run away." A regretful voice interrupted the deliberately lowered voice.
"Ah, Song Ping? Um... um..." One can imagine how surprised and at a loss the other person was.
He didn't speak, just waited.
"Fine, since you know everything, I'll tell you everything for Xiao'e." The other person paused for a moment, then resumed their normal tone. "You've seen those fashion competitions on TV, right? And you've heard Xiao'e talk about how fierce the competition is in this industry, haven't you? To get into this industry, being taken in by a famous mentor is absolutely crucial; it makes the road ahead much easier. This industry hardly cares about morality; talent is all that matters. A few days ago, Xiao'e participated in a small competition. Even though her work wasn't particularly original, and she wasn't very satisfied with it herself, someone noticed her and offered her a position. This should have been a good thing. That person is indeed famous in the industry, like Yao Ming or Beckham—a true big shot. His apprentices are all the envy of others, achieving both fame and fortune. Let's just say, anyone in this industry wouldn't want his guidance, but..." Ah, his private life is less than flattering. Take his apprentices, for example. Do you know what they're called? The Emei Sect! Now you know why people say his private life is immoral, right? A middle-aged man who's still unmarried, while his apprentices are all recent female college graduates, each one so beautiful. Do I need to elaborate on the details? You understand now, right? Anyway, it's all consensual. You go to learn a trade from them, so you have to give them something in return, right? But they're not after money; they just want to experience the life of an emperor's harem, with three thousand beauties! So, if Xiao'e really goes, don't blame her. After all, everyone has dreams. Besides, I know you don't support her, thinking it's too difficult to achieve success in this field, but she's come this far alone all these years, enduring a lot of hardship. It hasn't been easy for her. Now that she finally has a chance to make a name for herself, do you think she can give it up?
"I know, I'll support her, and... that matter... I'll agree to it too!" Her throat tightened, her voice trembled, and she wanted to cry!
Silly girl!
"Okay, that's good! Song Ping, do you know how much Xiao'e loves you? At school, whenever a boy gets close to her, she immediately runs away. In four years, she hasn't eaten with a boy even once, even if they're very close. She'd rather offend someone than go, because she feels sorry for you. She's made up her mind that she's your woman for life! So, I think Ren Yixian's matter is probably just a pretext. She just feels that you're both adults, and she wants to give herself to you! After all, the girls in her dorm who should have boyfriends have boyfriends, and those who should move out and live together have moved out and live together. She's anxious too, and she also wants someone to love her openly and honestly! Isn't that right?"
Liu Ying spoke very seriously at first, then paused for a moment, and finally, she simply laughed slyly, "In a little while... you have to be gentle, okay? Take it easy! Also... make sure to take your pills, and don't wear a condom, okay? Give such a good girl a perfect first time! Hehe!"
Perhaps afraid of being scolded, after laughing, the other party immediately hung up the phone.
Don't worry, once you become my woman, I'll make sure you break up with that guy. You silly girl who made such a bad choice of friends!
Now, I've finally found a truly valid reason to love you.
My deep love for you, my unwavering devotion, and even more so, my gratitude for all the years you've given me!
Thank you, silly girl!

Chapter 11: A girl, her heart yearning for her lover,
unconsciously stroked her glass with her smooth, round thumb. Sitting in the noisy bar, she propped her head up with one arm, her long, flowing black hair falling naturally, lost in thought.
"Hey! Beautiful lady, all alone?" A male voice suddenly sounded in her ear, laced with laughter—clearly a pickup line. Her
beautiful eyelids drooped slightly, then she picked up her glass, raising it halfway. The other man understood, and the two glasses clinked together.
"Do all you men like to have sex with girls?" A beautiful smile played on her lips as she spoke clearly, without blushing or skipping a beat.
If her two mothers heard her say such shameless things, they'd probably beat her to death! Especially saying it in front of a strange man—how shameless!
But what if their good girl told her two mothers that she really saw someone do *that* in front of her, that she could never forget it, and that she really wanted to experience it herself, that she wanted to make love with her lover? What would her two mothers think then?
In any case, they wouldn't let her off easily!
Of course, she's a good girl after all; she's not shameless enough to deliberately peep at someone doing such a private thing. It was purely accidental, and something she desperately wanted to avoid.
Since it was her senior year, most of her dorm mates had moved out—some were living with their boyfriends, some were doing internships—leaving the dorm feeling empty. Before that, her mother had suggested she find a nicer place to share with someone. She knew her mother was worried about her being lonely and didn't want her to suffer, but she refused. She said these last few months of living on campus were precious! Therefore, Guo E was determined to stand firm at her post until the very end, never being late or leaving early.
Everything happens by chance, and it's beyond your control, just like that day.
Throughout her four years of university, Guo E's hard work and dedication to her dreams were evident to all. She was a well-known diligent student in her department, rarely seen in the dorm, always rushing in and out. Later, she wondered if it was because of this that her best friend felt safe enough to be so bold. But she couldn't understand how that friend had escaped the sharp eyes of the dorm auntie. Was the auntie also lying in bed reading a novel at that time?
That's right, that day, Guo, who rarely takes a break, was engrossed in a novel on her bed. But as she read, she started to feel drowsy. Just as she pulled the covers over herself, ready to take a nap, she heard the dormitory door being gently pushed open. At first, she didn't pay attention, thinking someone was coming back to get something. Even when she heard a man and a woman talking, she still didn't think much of it, assuming it was someone's boyfriend coming to help. "Just grab it and leave, don't disturb my sleep!" she thought.
However, after a while, there was still no sound of anyone leaving. Instead, a strange noise entered her ears. Out of curiosity, she groggily peeked out and looked down.
Since her bed was the top bunk, and the curtains provided cover, as long as she didn't make a sound, she wouldn't be detected, and the people on the floor wouldn't know there was someone breathing in the dormitory.
Good heavens! Were they… kissing? She glanced at it and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, as if afraid that even the slightest breath would disturb the two people entwined in their passion. Logically speaking, she'd seen plenty of kissing scenes; what romantic movie or drama didn't have such moments? After each one, she fantasized that the boy she loved would walk over and kiss her with irresistible charm. Thinking about this, she felt both excited and embarrassed, scolding herself for being shameless while chuckling foolishly. But what would happen after the kiss? What would the two protagonists do? She dared not think about it. But that afternoon, her best friend, through her actions, gave her a real lesson, serving as her sexual awakening. She saw something completely different from what she'd always heard people talk about—a pornographic film, a raw, unadulterated version, absolutely shocking!
This good girl kept telling herself, "I can't watch anymore, it's immoral! Sleep, sleep!" Unable to contain her curiosity and excitement, she lay motionless on the bed, as if under a spell, her eyes wide open, watching the two kiss passionately, caressing each other's bodies. Then, one by one, their clothes obediently left their owners' bodies: the girl's bra and panties, the boy's tank top and underwear, until finally, they were completely naked.
The two of them finally got into bed!
At that moment, Guo E suddenly felt a pang of sadness and discomfort. From a young age, she had always strived to be a good girl, so she always believed that only when she saw a man's most intimate organ could she do so with the boy she loved most, only when both were deeply in love, could she reveal her precious body to her lover. But unexpectedly, her first time seeing a man's genitals had nothing to do with her. She didn't even dare express her feelings, whether she liked it or hated it. She was just a background figure, enduring regret as she watched others make love!
She realized her regret—why wasn't she as brave and bold as her best friend, giving him her body sooner? With love, sex would naturally follow.
But she was also truly afraid. That thing was so big, so hard—could her little slit really fit? Besides, her slit was still tightly closed; she'd heard that they had to break the hymen—a piece of flesh that had grown inside her own body!
Because the two men were positioned diagonally below her bed, and perhaps thinking no one was around, they hadn't hung the curtains, giving Guo, who was watching for free, an excellent vantage point. She watched helplessly as her best friend lay on the bed, her not-so-large breasts being kneaded and licked, while the girl was already letting out soft moans. Not only that, but in the next second, Guo saw the girl reach for her boyfriend's crotch and immediately grasp his thick, hard member! After a few strokes, the tip pointed upwards, seemingly impatient, and it thrust into her body!
Guo was stunned. His vagina was about the same size as hers, how could it so easily accommodate that large thing? And the girl seemed to be enjoying it even more than before; her eyes were closed, her face filled with blissful satisfaction. "
Are you really enjoying this?" Guo E wanted to whisper a question to her best friend, but at the same time, she felt her whole body heat up. Her nipples inside her bra stood erect uncontrollably, swollen and hard. And her hairy vulva felt itchier than ever before; she wanted to reach inside, like scratching a mosquito bite. But when she was little, her mother had told her that a good girl should never touch that area casually; it was forbidden territory.
"Mom, I'm in pain! I'm so in pain!" Her pure heart burned like a raging fire, and she cried out silently but forcefully. "
Big pig, I miss you! I miss you so much! I want you to be on top of me, to hold me, to put your thing inside me, put it inside! I'm not afraid of pain anymore, I want… I want to make love, to make love with you! To enjoy adult pleasure! Please love me, okay?" At that moment, she desperately missed her lover, never before had she missed him more, never before had she been more determined to give him her body, to give him everything!
So, she came back!
She didn't want to toss and turn in bed every night, naked, and she didn't want to feel that wetness in her vagina, only to feel a dull itch and the same discomfort.
She knew she couldn't be so stubborn and get stuck in that state every day; that wouldn't be good, would she still be a good girl? But she firmly believed that this was all based on love, otherwise, why hadn't she thought of someone else?
"Big pig, big pig! Come love me! I want your thing!" Every time her fingers quickly stroked her vaginal opening, she could hear herself calling out to her lover, her mind filled with his image. He was also naked, his thing big and hard, lying on top of her, holding her, gently and lovingly caressing her breasts, truly loving her!
Then, she would get pregnant and give him a baby, oh, maybe twins! Finally, they would get married and live happily ever after, loving each other dearly!
Of course, fantasies are always beautiful and can be misleading. The girl never imagined she would be rejected, but she firmly believed he loved her.
Even now, sitting calmly in the bar, she couldn't help but want to love him; it was impossible not to!
What did "irresponsible" mean? It didn't mean he didn't care about her or love her; it meant he didn't want her to regret it later. He probably felt the timing wasn't right, she was too young, and he didn't want to ruin her life.
Conversely, if he had gone home with her without a second thought and done it, she might really regret it later, look down on him, and think he was frivolous and irresponsible.
Like this man with ill intentions in front of her—why did he approach her? Wasn't it because he saw she was alone, pure, and pretty, and wanted a one-night stand? Where was the love in that?
If there were two men in this world who truly loved her, she was absolutely certain: one was her beloved father, and the other… was him, her playmate who had traded true love for her!
"You like doing 'that' with girls, too bad you picked the wrong person!" She picked up her glass, tilted her fair neck back, downed the liquid in one gulp, then jumped off the bar, pulled money from her down jacket, slapped it on the table, tossed her long black hair, and turned away with a flourish.
Home!
"I knew you'd be here! You've been drinking, haven't you?" Just as she reached the door, someone pushed it open, a mix of anxiety and relief.
See? How well he knew her! He found her instantly, more accurate than GPS!
This was one of their usual haunts.
"Let's go home! I still want to watch 'Where Are We Going, Dad?'! Lin Zhiying's son is so funny!" Her tone was nonchalant, as if she'd lost her memory.
「哈哈！逗死我了！那个田亮他闺女比你小时候还爱哭啊！知道吗？你小时候就那个德行！吃啥不够，哭起来也没个够！」两个人七倒八歪地窝在沙发上，关着灯，看着时下最受欢迎的亲子节目，小伙子在大笑同时，还不忘揭着身边那个人的短。
「滚！至少我比你这个尿床大王好百倍！也不知道是谁十二歳了，还因为尿床挨揍！」女孩也不甘示弱，她拿起沙发靠垫就是一阵猛拍，武力解决。
原来天大的事真的是没什么，只要不去想，不去触及，就完全可以当做没有发生，没有说过，一切如初。
这样不也挺好？还可以安安心心地在你身边，打打闹闹，还可以，那样爱你！
胳膊突然被人抓住，顺势一拉，整个身体就投入了一个温暖的怀抱。
"Little girl! Forget about what just happened, okay?" Her hair was still damp from the shower, hanging down her back, being gently stroked by a warm, large hand.
"Okay!" she whispered. Although she was angry, how could she forget? That was his first confession, and it ended in such a failure! But what could she do if she didn't forget? "I'll listen to you. If you say forget, I won't think about it. Just hold me like this!
" "Silly girl! Are you angry?" He rolled over, lying on the sofa, his smiling face incredibly gentle as he asked, "I'm asking you to forget it because I want to start over!"
Before she could even react to the meaning of his words, two soft lips pressed against hers.
He kissed her!
Although somewhat surprised, the girl was instantly overwhelmed with a dizzying joy. This time, she was completely enjoying herself, unafraid of scaring him, unafraid of being pushed away, unafraid of his rejection. She squinted her eyes, letting the increasingly hot kiss continue to heat up, letting her lover's lips burn her, sucking so hard on her soft breasts.
"E'er, I love you! Let's do it today, okay? Give it to me!" The young man released their lips, reaching out to tenderly tuck the girl's long hair behind her ear, gazing at her intently.
Why does that sound so familiar? The clever girl immediately understood. Her lover's words, which had made her forget the incredibly embarrassing situation, and the meaning of "starting over," meant something new. This time, he wanted to take the initiative!
In these situations, it was always the man who should take the initiative. He was worried about her and couldn't bear to see her suffer.
"Big pig, I'm sorry! I don't know if you're joking, but I've changed my mind. Your behavior just now really displeased me; I even cried! I…" Hmph! If he didn't give her a taste of her own medicine, wouldn't he have wasted his time reading her favorite novel, *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*?
A full minute passed, their faces pressed together, their breaths warming their young, beautiful faces.
"Now I've changed my mind, but I still want you to love me. I promise you!" Her bright eyes narrowed into slits, and her smiling tone instantly put an end to the man's current tense expression.
"Hey! You little brat! Are you kidding me? Let's see how I deal with you!" It's not good when two people are too familiar with each other, because the other knows all their weaknesses. The young man finished speaking angrily and reached under her arms, scratching her vigorously. She hated being tickled.
After a chase and playful fight, the two young men finally reached the girl's room and quietly lay down on her single bed, fully clothed. He held her.
"Big pig, is your...thing...big? Is it...hard now?" Her petite body nestled in his arms, inhaling the masculine scent emanating from his thermal underwear. It smelled so good. The girl blushed and said, although embarrassed, she really wanted to see her man's penis, and at the same time, erase the lingering thoughts of someone else's thing, eliminating the image that kept swirling in her mind. "I want to...touch your...thing!"
"Okay, you touch yours, I'll touch mine, let's not bother each other!" What a pure and innocent silly girl! "I'm holding you right now, through your pajamas, feeling the softness of your body. My thing is so good, how could it not be hard?" the young man thought to himself, but then said nonchalantly, afraid she'd get nervous. His large hand, resting on her chest, began unbuttoning her cute pajamas.
"Oh, don't stare at me like you haven't eaten meat in days! It's so...so embarrassing! Big pig, you can touch me, but...but close your eyes first, okay? I...I'm not used to men looking at me like that!" The girl's hands began to caress her lover's body, from his chest to his lower abdomen. Even through the clothes, she could feel the man's strength and the sexiness of his body. Then, with a sudden resolve, her small hand slipped through the young man's waistband and entered a warm, cozy space. Her
warm palm touched a hard, erect penis, very hot, almost burning.
"Big pig! Your..." Was this her lover's genitals? Was this the "penis" those stinky boys talked about? Is this the mysterious organ that's about to enter her body and elevate her to womanhood?
How... how is it so big?
Comparison is the thief of joy, that saying is absolutely true. Because of comparison, if your own thing is better than someone else's, that's definitely something to be proud of.
She'd never actually seen a man's penis, but she'd overheard a few whispers among her long-lost sisters—unintentionally, of course—about how the bigger and harder a man's penis was, the better it was, and the more pleasure and satisfaction it brought to a woman. After hearing this, she'd secretly been excited and fantasized about what her ideal man's penis would be like. How big would it be? But she hadn't expected his penis to be so big. Compared to that, it was much bigger than the boyfriend of her best friend that she'd secretly seen that day!
"Um, big pig, I'm still a little scared..." Even though she'd already grasped her lover's penis and started stroking the smooth tip with her thumb, Guo E was still worried. Would such a big thing tear her vagina?
"Mmm... little girl, you feel so good touching me! I didn't expect you to be so good at touching me on your first time!" His entire penis felt the warm embrace of the girl's smooth little hands, and his sensitive glans was being caressed by her soft fingers. If Song Ping were still a virgin, he would have already lost control. Although his mother and godmother had both touched his penis, the little girl he was holding tightly was a genuine virgin. Everything she did to him was a first, and it all ignited his intense arousal.
He really wanted to strip her clothes off, pin her down, and thrust into her hard, fucking her with vigorous strokes until he ejaculated, shooting all of it into her first fertilized womb. That would be the most pleasurable sex!
Just like fucking his two mothers, who enjoyed that kind of intense sex.
But the vagina he was about to enter was so tender, and he loved this girl so much. Reason kept telling him that he had to be gentle, that he had to not scare her, that he had to give her the most comfortable and enjoyable first time, the most perfect sexual pleasure. He had to.
"Girl, don't be afraid, this day will come sooner or later! I'll be very, very gentle!" He suppressed his lust and gently stroked her smooth, egg-white-like face. "Shall we take off our clothes first? It's so hot!"
"Yes, I'm hot too, help me take them off!" Her hands had already instinctively started stroking her lover's penis back and forth, faster and faster. At the same time, she felt that thing getting harder and harder, sticking up incessantly. It must be very uncomfortable to have it stuck in his crotch like this, right? She thought understandingly, so the girl simply helped him take off his pants first, and a round, hard penis immediately sprang out impatiently, the glans bright red.
The young man was very obedient. He quickly undressed the girl on the bed. Her delicate skin exuded a youthful fragrance. The girl's breasts weren't as big as his two mothers', which he found a bit of a disappointment. Perhaps it was due to his age; he simply preferred women with large breasts, but they were firm, like two real, plump little mountains. Even lying on her back, they were still shapely and high. Her nipples were much prettier than his godmother's—pink, round, and full. Regardless of whether he had been intimate with her before, just looking at her two beautiful nipples was enough to confirm that she was a fresh virgin. Those two nipples were guaranteed to have never been touched or sucked by anyone. Thinking this, Song Ping, whose penis had seen the light of day again, became excited. He lay back down, hugged the girl in his arms again, and reached out to cover her soft, fleshy breasts with his entire palm, caressing them.
"Girl, I'm uncomfortable! Can you help me get it out once? With your mouth!" Song Ping whispered, gently kneading her breasts. He was determined to teach her everything on her first night, unlike his own mother, who had slept with her man for half her life but didn't even know how to give oral sex and was too embarrassed to do it.
Sex should be about trying different things to make it enjoyable, just like with his godmother; their foreplay was always varied and satisfying.
"With my mouth? That's so dirty! Isn't that... isn't that where you pee? But... if you like it, I... I'll do it! You can't hurt me anyway!" It was clear the girl truly loved him, loved him to the core, and was completely willing to do anything for him, even if it made her feel a little disgusted. She climbed off her lover, her entire body between his legs, bent down, opened her small mouth, and took his already wet glans into her mouth!
"Girl, don't stay still! If your tongue can't move, move your head up and down, use your movement to rub my cock!" It turns out sucking a man's thing is actually quite fun! It's warm and filling, but she really didn't know how to make her lover feel good. Hearing his instructions, she moved her head up and down, letting her warm little mouth rub against the hard glans.
After a few strokes, she felt a fishy taste on her taste buds, and then a large puddle of sticky, hot liquid sprayed forcefully onto her soft tongue.
She saw her man's limbs stretch out, finally looking relaxed, while the thing in her mouth slowly softened and shrank.
"Girl, what's in your mouth right now is my essence, and later... that will be our child! But I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back! Go, spit it out!" Having felt completely satisfied, Song Ping lifted his head from the pillow, looking at the girl with her long hair flowing freely and naked. He said this with satisfaction, not expecting to get her to accept oral sex so easily. Having his woman willingly suck his penis was indeed a very fulfilling thing.
The next second, an even more delightful scene unfolded. He actually heard a "glug" sound—this girl had actually drunk his semen!
Even his godmother, who often gave him oral sex, had never done this to him, and had even ordered him that if he dared to shoot that disgusting stuff into her mouth, he could never expect her to give him oral sex again; she would definitely kill him!
"Silly girl, why do you have to wrong yourself like this? It's so dirty!" He was moved, sat up, and pulled her warm upper body into his arms, feeling the beauty of her full breasts.
"Is that dirty? Didn't you say it was your essence? Isn't that a good thing? What's wrong with me drinking it?" The girl blinked her bewildered eyes, her tone curious and innocent.
"E'er!" He only called her that when he needed to be serious or emotional about something, calling her by her childhood name, "I love you!"
Yes, at this moment he truly loved this girl, the kind of love that he was willing to do anything for, even give his life for, a love that was wholehearted and devoted, the kind of love that, among the women he slept with, only loved her!
"Hmph, all you talk about is love, but I still can't see how you actually love him. Stop rambling, okay? All talk and no action!" Of course, she knew that what he said was true, that he truly loved her, but the girl still didn't want him to love her too heavily. She wanted to be like before, where she would take the initiative to love him. She wanted to give him freedom, to let him give a large part of his love to another person, sincerely hoping that he would love that person more than he loved her, and that his lover would give everything to that person for the rest of their life of happiness and comfort!
That person was her beloved mother, who had devoted the last ten years of her life to her! Her great mother, who had endured ten years of solitude, fearing she would be wronged or clash with others!
Yes, walls have ears. How could a sensitive young girl be completely oblivious to ten years of secrets? Sometimes, late at night, she would hear them whispering next door? Excited or happy? Naked and exposed to each other? She simply remained silent, pretending not to hear.
Because her mother was a normal woman, naturally attracted to men, and her uprightness and authority as the female captain wouldn't allow her to engage in illicit affairs. Since those two were people she deeply loved, so deeply in love, what need was there for her to expose them, to break up their ambiguous mother-son relationship?
Because of love, she understood and tolerated, and she sincerely hoped they would be better off than her!
"Hey! You little brat, you're in such a hurry! Didn't I want you to stay innocent a little longer? You don't appreciate my kindness! Well... now I really want you!" The young man flipped over and pinned the girl to the bed. He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's lips, her chin, and her breasts. At the same time, one of his hands had already reached the girl's sacred place and began to gently caress the soft, furry area. While the girl's breasts were of medium size, her pubic hair was very thick, as dense as a forest, completely covering the girl's vaginal opening.
"Miss Guo! What's about to happen is absolutely historic! I'll go get our DV camera, let's make a lasting keepsake!"
She hugged his neck, listening to his playful teasing, seemingly nonchalant. Now, she was truly moved. Although it was her first time having sex with a man, she recalled the scenes of mating in "Animal World," where the male was always the active and initiating, sometimes even fighting and causing bloodshed. He was genuinely trying to ease her tension, showing his consideration for her.
Besides, he was hard again!
At the same time, that hard thing was already at the entrance of her vagina, rubbing up and down, the wet glans exciting her at this moment!
I'm going to be a woman! Finally, I can enjoy the same pleasures as adults! Finally, I can give my precious, pure body to my lover at this moment, just like my mother loved my father!
I'm so happy!
Just as the innocent girl lay in bed, happily immersed in her own little world, she suddenly felt a heat in her vagina. An unprecedented sensation surged through her entire body, so intensely hot, spreading from her warm, fleshy opening to every limb and bone hidden beneath her skin. Then, that heat began to push in little by little, each step widening the passage of her lower body. Finally, the heat stopped advancing. She knew then that her lover had touched her hymen!
"Come on, husband! I'm yours! I can endure it! It's just a little pain, isn't it?" She wrapped her limbs around him, biting her lip, trying to bolster her courage with a strong tone.
Then, an incredibly piercing scream shattered the silence of the house, breaking the stillness of the night. "
God, what the hell did I do to offend you? Why did you give me that hymen? She hated hymens!
God, I'll fucking fuck you !" Why must women be born with that hymen? Why make my girl, such a good girl, suffer like this? How can you bear it? He hates hymens!
Seeing his girl's face contorted in agony, and the two streams of tears that instantly rolled down her cheeks, Song Ping's heart ached terribly. At that moment, he even wished that he wasn't the one who took her body! Seeing her in such pain, all he could do was bend down, hold her tightly, and lick away the tears streaming down her face with his tongue. There was nothing else he could do.
His heartache for her was so intense that he even forgot to enjoy the tightness and beauty of a virgin's vagina, even though his penis felt incredibly good right now, completely enveloped by soft flesh all around, warm and cozy, like soaking in a massage hot spring.
"E'er, how are you? How about I pull out and we call it a day? How about I hold you while we sleep?" His tone had never been so gentle before, not even towards his mother or godmother. It was the tenderness and affection he showed when coaxing a child.
"Big...big pig! What are you saying? I haven't even enjoyed it yet, so what's the point of all this pain? It's like going to a fancy meal without any money, and before it even arrives, it's already prepared. If I run away without taking a bite, won't I get beaten up?" Well, at least she's in the mood for jokes! It seems the pain is slowly subsiding, which puts Song Ping at ease. "Big pig, try moving around a bit now. Also, make sure to touch my breasts; it feels really good. I love it when you touch me!"
Listening to her, Song Ping placed one hand on the girl's chest, gently kneading one breast with a moderate amount of force. At the same time, he slowly began to move his penis, gently, little by little, moving it away from the end of the girl's vagina and then slowly pushing it back in.
"Big pig! It still hurts a bit, but...I can handle it! Yes! Just like that, touching my breasts feels so good!" Her breasts were being gripped more and more tightly by her lover, which was making her almost forget the tearing pain in her lower body. The girl parted her pale pink lips, exhaling warm breath, which effectively relieved the pain in her vagina.
And so, the man on top of her gently thrust in and out for a while, and the pain in her lower body really did subside little by little, replaced by a tingling pleasure, gradually rising into a state of comfort!
"Big pig! Hurry up and move! What's going on? I... I've realized, every time you go in and out, I feel so good, and so itchy! But if you move faster, it'll be so good, yours is so nice, so warm, I love my husband's!" The girl had already wrapped her arms around her lover's neck, she lifted her head from the pillow, and passionately kissed his face and his nose. Finally, the two young people shared another passionate kiss, and of course, her body was still moving incessantly, the entire single bed was shaking violently.
"Husband! Hurry up! I feel like I'm going to die, it feels so good! Husband, your cock is so good! It's so good to be your woman!" Suddenly, her whole body hugged him tightly, her already pink body convulsing involuntarily. A gush of hot fluid spurted from her violently contracting uterus, drenching his glans, which was about to ejaculate!
She had finally experienced her first orgasm, her first pleasure of sex!
Before she could even catch her breath, the girl felt the hard thing inside her begin to rise violently, and then, strong streams of warm fluid shot into her uterus!
After the orgasm, the two young people lay exhausted, embracing each other and gently kissing.
"Let me interview you, is it good to be a woman? What does it feel like?" After kissing her soft lips, Song Ping, still playing with the girl's fleshy breasts with one hand, asked with a smile.
"Big pig! I was in so much pain just now! Will it still hurt like this in the future?" She was still pinned down by her lover, drenched in sweat. The girl raised her hand, using her slender fingers to brush away a strand of damp hair from her forehead, looking alluring and captivating.
"Silly girl, it's fine once your hymen is broken! If it always hurts like this, wouldn't humanity go extinct? How many women would still want to have sex? You're really 'shoeless'!" He was completely amused by her innocence. He couldn't help but lower his head again, gently kissing his woman, his true woman!
"How do you know so much? Did you and…"
Luckily, she almost blurted it out. Now that she was his woman, she really wanted to ask if he and her mother had a relationship, if they had made love. Actually, she knew the answer even without asking. A lone man and a lone woman, one full of youthful vigor, the other in the prime of her life, both at an age where they desperately needed and craved the companionship of the opposite sex. How could they endure that torment? Even after several days of yearning for sexual intimacy, hadn't she rushed back? Actually, there wasn't much harm in being frank now; she wouldn't hold it against him later, and would even support his love for her mother, genuinely wanting him to love her. But tonight was her first time, and she was the protagonist. Selfishly, she thought, she couldn't drag anyone else into this, not even her mother. Tonight was for her and her lover's beautiful experience, the enjoyment after making love.
"Um… I've read about it in books before! Girl, you know, men are all pretty lustful, very curious about this kind of thing!" He suddenly stammered, his face becoming unnatural.
He was lying! So, her mother was his woman too! So, she was now second? Although she was somewhat prepared, knowing all this still made her very uncomfortable. "I'm a virgin! I've been defeated by a middle-aged man's mother, and I was too late!"
"Big pig! Love me one more time! Tonight you're mine!" She suddenly hugged him tightly, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, as if wanting to give him all her physical sensations, as if afraid he would no longer belong to her.
Since your person and your love don't belong to me alone, then love me with all your might tonight, I only want this one night! She thought bitterly.
In the face of love, humans are selfish; the saying "If a man doesn't look out for himself, heaven and earth will punish him" is perfectly apt.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not even hard yet!" He really doubted whether this girl was still the same innocent girl. It was clearly her first time, and she was already so unrestrained. She had just climaxed, and his penis hadn't even recovered yet, and she still wanted more. Wouldn't she drain him dry in the future?
Even if he was drained dry, died of exhaustion, vomiting blood, dying in the gentle embrace of his own woman, he would be willing, he would enjoy it! It would be best to die in the gentle embrace of two people, it would be best to have both mother and daughter serving him at the same time! His two lovers—one voluptuous and mature with large breasts, the other clean-cut with abundant pubic hair—and most importantly, they were mother and daughter, blood being thicker than water. Just thinking about it excited him! Just thinking about it made his penis hard! His penis, once again, hardened inside the girl's tender vagina!
He began to lie on top of her, caressing her breasts, giving his beloved girl another pleasurable experience, while simultaneously warning himself not to let his thoughts wander too far.
Indeed, having sex with them was just a thought; he couldn't possibly be shameless enough to actually do it, and he dared not mention it to anyone. He felt that would be adultery. If he didn't truly love them, he wouldn't be so irresponsible as to sleep with them. Therefore, he didn't want to hurt either of them; it was best if neither of them knew, and that they both believed he was their man alone!
However, things didn't go as planned. Not only would his worries soon become reality, but his wish to have two lovers would also come true as a bonus, and very quickly, so quickly that it would seem unreal, like winning five million dollars—it would feel like a dream ! ****************
... "This child writes so well, I was completely engrossed. Ah, it's almost two o'clock!" Ni Yan stretched against the headboard. Getting older isn't what it used to be; her neck was sore from reading for so long. She twisted her head to loosen her muscles and got into bed. "Is this child really sick? Is their hand not working properly? How can they write such a good novel? Truly remarkable!" "Yes, it's such a pity, otherwise they might have been the next Mo Yan!" Her husband pulled her close, one hand starting to untie the straps of her nightgown, then slowly removing it. His other hand then covered her breasts, gently caressing them. "You haven't had sex for a month, have you? Tell the truth, do you want it?" "Yes... a little!" She told the truth, not wanting to lie to her husband, nor needing to, but immediately became alert. She raised her head, her tone stern, "Song Changxiang! If you dare say another word about me and your son doing that, I'll leave immediately, and we'll get a divorce first thing tomorrow morning!" She was sorry to her husband, and she could make it up to him, but she could never indulge him again, letting him do whatever he wanted without thinking. She felt these were two different things, and could not be compared, especially about doing such disgusting things with her son. So she had to adopt the demeanor of a former mistress of the house and suppress her husband, even though she felt guilty and indebted to him. "I'm sorry, Yan'er, I'm so sorry!" Song Changxiang said apologetically, his hands still caressing his wife's large breasts, his limp penis unresponsive. But there was no remorse in his eyes. "This medication treatment has been going on for almost a full course, and I still can't give you pleasure. Seeing you in bed like a widow every day makes me suffer. Actually, I know even if you don't say it, ever since you and our son did that, you've wanted it even more, haven't you? You don't need to deny it. Remember when you were pregnant with our son, we didn't have sex for months. I really missed you during that time. Actually, it wasn't just you, it was women. I even wanted to go in and have sex whenever I saw a brothel. Come to think of it, that was when I first experienced the pleasures of sex. So, I can deeply understand your feelings and torment. If it really comes to it, I respect your decision, let's get a divorce! Anyway, whether my illness can be cured is still unknown, and I don't want to burden the person I love for the rest of her life!" "Stop talking! We both need to have faith, okay?" Ni Yan felt even more guilty. She hadn't expected her husband to be so considerate of her, so reluctant to see her sad. What's more, she inexplicably found herself waking up in the middle of the night and then unable to close her eyes again, feeling waves of emptiness and loneliness. What made her feel even more shameless was that, lying next to her husband, she was desperately thinking about her son!

Thinking of him holding her again, kissing her, she even dreamt about it day and night. One night, she truly and vividly dreamt that she and her son were being intimate again, making love passionately! She heard herself cry out, whether it was pleasure or scream, and was startled awake. Even more tragically, upon waking, she wasn't relieved, but rather overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss. Especially since she had been in bed, touching her husband's useless manhood and sighing, "When will this end?"
Jealousy surged within her; she was now genuinely jealous of her best friend, her son's godmother. Although she wasn't sure if the two of them had actually done it, whenever her son stayed out all night at his godmother's house, a caged beast seemed to be howling and tearing at her heart. "
Lin Bingmeng is holding my son again!
Lin Bingmeng is letting my son comfortably touch her big breasts again!
Lin Bingmeng even made my son's penis hard! She's made my son her man alone!"
Lin Bingmeng, you shameless slut, do you know how much I hate you right now? You stole my son, I wish I could kill you!
So, what's done is done, and she simply couldn't control her jealousy.
Even hearing that her daughter wanted to do "that" with her son at the dinner table made her heart clench, a real pain shooting through her. The only way she could vent her anger was to brutally beat her innocent daughter. What
she couldn't bear most was that she could only endure it, unable to do it, with nowhere to vent her frustrations, even unable to have the sex that would allow her to forget all her troubles.
"Yan'er, since neither of us wants a divorce, how about this? You know, the book you were looking at earlier was written by my old classmate's son. She's still our son's colleague, we know each other well. You know, he's a grown man, almost thirty, how could he not want that kind of thing? What's the use of wanting that kind of thing? He'll just have to hold it in for the rest of his life, right? To put it bluntly, what girl wants to live with a good-for-nothing these days? You know that kid is so smart, he knows everything, isn't he itching to get back together every day? So why don't you go and satisfy him? Anyway, you like that kid so much, I know you're soft-hearted, think about it carefully, you really have to pity that kid, and he, you're so beautiful, that kid will be grateful to you for the rest of his life! At the same time, you can satisfy yourself, and gradually you'll forget everything from the past! What's more, you won't feel sorry for me, because this is really a good thing to help someone for a lifetime, so that the kid won't have been born in vain! Of course, please don't be angry, I'm not forcing you, whether it works or not is entirely up to you!" Song Changxiang said calmly and reasonably, without any of the oppression and humiliation he had shown to his wife and son that day.
"Do you want to see me doing *that* with someone else again?" As he expected, and as expected, his wife didn't fly into a rage; she simply asked thoughtfully.
There was hope!
"Well, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. Now, just thinking about you having sex with someone else excites me. It's like I'm young again, able to love you properly every night! Of course, I really want to do it myself, to make us both feel good!" As he spoke, he continued to caress his wife's warm, large breasts, then leaned over to kiss her.
"Pervert!" She pushed her husband away fiercely, muttering a curse under her breath, then turned her naked body around in bed, her back to him.
It was strange; to be honest, this time she wasn't angry at all, but rather a little excited. Would that mean she could stop thinking about her son? Longing is the most painful thing; this might alleviate her longing for her son. She could treat that child as her own, and pity him—it wouldn't hurt to give it a try!
What a slut! As long as you willingly sleep with other men, then my plan will be half successful, hehe!
At this moment, Ni Yan naturally did not sense the thoughts of the man behind her, those two evil laughs, which were chilling to the bone.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/205212.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=205212&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Tragedy of Mature Women [Part 1]

Next Page : Tragic Mother: The Continuation of an Autistic Family

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Tragedy of Mature Women [Part 2]

comment Open a new window to view comments