Those burning lips tempted me to make the same mistake again.

On his way home, He Tianbao stopped at a large wine shop and bought a pot of rose wine and two cooked dishes. He saw
Jia Min and greeted her with a forced smile, "I bought some wine, knowing you like a drink." He
felt .

Jia Min, while bolting the door, laughed and said, "You didn't even tell me! I also prepared something to have a drink with you—
braised meat from Tianfuhao, and some hard-won 20-year-old Shaoxing wine." He Tianbao wasn't a big drinker, but these days, frequenting drinking parties,
he knew that 20-year-old Shaoxing wine was rare, especially after the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, when Shaoxing wine production plummeted and transportation between the north and south became difficult,
making it even rarer in Beijing. He forgot his guilty conscience and looked Jia Min up and down. He noticed she was wearing a cheongsam,
smiling broadly, and seemed very attentive. He asked, "What did you do to offend me?" "You're so disrespectful!"
Jia Min wasn't angry. She pulled him towards the main room. "I'm in a good mood today. Let's sit down and have a drink and chat." "
What good thing happened? You went to see your comrades? It can't be that bad. You see them every three to five days...
Did Stalin himself come to visit you?" He Tianbao said as he entered the main room. There were four untouched cold dishes on the table.
"Oh, Old Stalin is quite polite. He didn't eat much and left them all for me." "I told you to learn the Beijing dialect, not to become
a smooth-talking Beijing slicker." Jia Min said, "I did see my comrades—have a drink first." She leaned over to pour
wine for He Tianbao. Her chest, covered by her silk cheongsam, occupied most of his vision, and a strong fragrance of perfume wafted over him.
He Tianbao picked up his wine glass, feeling intoxicated even without the wine.

Jia Min suddenly sniffed his hair and blinked, "What? Went out drinking and carousing?" He Tianbao wanted to
deny it , but then thought he probably smelled like a female spy, and said, "Socializing—I really don't like going,
it's all just vulgar women—what kind of look is that? Don't you trust me? Didn't your superiors explain
the spirit of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party to you?" Jia Min chuckled, adjusted the hem of her cheongsam, sat down at the opposite table, raised her glass and said,
"I trust you, let's drink." He Tianbao clinked glasses with her, took a sip, and suddenly realized something was wrong in the room: "Where's
the radio ?" "We had some urgent business today, and we didn't have the money on hand, so we pawned it." Jia Min smiled apologetically and put food on
He Tianbao's plate, "Don't worry, our leader will be able to get the money tonight, redeem it tomorrow morning and send it over, I guarantee
no ." He Tianbao's anger flared. He didn't care about these material possessions, but this behavior was too abnormal.
He was now considered an upper-class traitor, a nouveau riche in the occupied area, why would he pawn something?

"I have one more favor to ask of you. Since you're opening tomorrow, could you do me a favor?" He Tianbao
immediately became wary, forcing a smile as he said, "Between us, everything is negotiable—you tell me first."
Jia Min glanced at He Tianbao, half annoyed and half relieved, and raised her glass in a gesture of respect. He Tianbao pretended not
to see her, but Jia Min shamelessly handed him her glass, clinked glasses with him, and downed it in one gulp, saying, "Let's talk while we eat;
we have plenty of time." He Tianbao took another sip, and Jia Min continued drinking. It turned out that Jia Min had met with
comrades earlier that day and learned that a messenger from them had been detained the previous night when entering Deshengmen and was being held in a nearby
barracks . The spies urgently discussed the matter and decided to send someone disguised as a secret agent with documents to retrieve the person, claiming that this communist spy
was involved with someone within the Wang Jingwei regime and that he needed to be sent to the Iwai organization in Shanghai for questioning. Jia Min discovered that the barracks where the prisoners were held were the same one in the backyard of
the Jiangsu-Zhejiang -Anhui Chamber of Commerce, so she hoped He Tianbao would bring as many Japanese men, especially officers,
there for drinks the next day. He Tianbao

clicked his tongue for a while and asked, "What's in it for us?" Jia Min poured herself a glass of wine and downed it
in one : "I'll sleep with you." The wine He Tianbao had drunk with the two Manchus earlier seemed to have turned into gasoline,
burning in every vein of his body. He leaned forward, glaring at Jia Min, and whispered, "
What do you think you are?" Jia Min remained unmoved, still maintaining her charming fake smile, and stretched out a fair
arm to wrap around He Tianbao's neck, softly saying, "Whatever you want to think of me, that's what I am." Then she kissed
his lips. The summer night was sweltering, but her fingers were cool, and her lips were even cooler.

He Tianbao felt immense sorrow, yet his lips lingered on hers. He forced himself away, saying, "I'll
definitely help you tomorrow; you don't need to sell your body anymore." Jia Min trembled slightly, but her facial muscles remained well-controlled, displaying a seductive, half
-drunk, half-awake state.

He Tianbao didn't want to look at her. He turned and went into the room, drunk and oblivious to whether any spies were spying.
He went to the east room, which had no bed, and lay down fully clothed on the desk, falling asleep.

The next day was August 18th, the founding ceremony of the "Jiangsu-Zhejiang-Anhui Joint Chamber of Commerce."

The opening ceremony was a grand affair. A performance by the Rongchun Society was held on stage, and twenty tables were set up in the courtyard for a continuous feast .
Officials from the North China Political Affairs Committee and the Japanese government in Beiping both gave speeches. However, the scene was deserted; nine
tables were never filled. These past few days, Beiping was in a state of high alert. The newly transferred Manchukuo police were ruthless, arresting people indiscriminately.
Only a small fraction of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Anhui merchants in Beiping came to congratulate him, giving gifts and leaving. Most of the out-of-town merchants sent gifts but did not attend.
Only the Japanese garrison in the backyard were truly enthusiastic. Hearing there was wine and meat with no limit on the number of guests, the company commander left a squad on duty and
brought the remaining hundred or so men, filling half the yard. The only gifts were two boxes of
Japanese sweets in red wooden boxes.

Although there weren't many guests, Jin Qiqing and Uncle Shu were still incredibly busy. Fortunately, they were both in high spirits—
He Tianbao had promised each of them a thousand-dollar red envelope the night before, and it was
Japanese military currency, even stronger than the "Guan Gong notes" from the United Reserve Bank.

He Tianbao pretended to be busy inside and out, but his mind was elsewhere, intently listening to the commotion in the backyard.

Finding a moment, he took Uncle Jin to the study, took out two hundred dollars, and gave it to him as an extra thank-you gift.
Jin Qiqing refused to accept it, but after much persuasion from He Tianbao, he reluctantly accepted it. He Tianbao then expressed
his fondness for the South, stating that his trip to Beiping was due to orders from his superiors and he had no intention of forcing Jin Qiqing out; on the contrary,
he hoped to be transferred back to Nanjing. Jin Qiqing's spirits immediately soared, and he rushed out to
drink . He Tianbao had no chance to inquire about "Chen Ma's" background.

He Tianbao followed her out of the study, through the main hall, found a table on the steps, sat down, smoked
a cigarette calm himself, and stared blankly at the boisterous crowd in the front yard. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise behind him. He turned around and,
through the two latticed wooden doors of the main hall, saw a woman crouching against the back wall, dressed as a civil servant in a shirt and trousers—
it was Jia Min. Faintly, he heard a chaotic cacophony of Japanese shouts coming from the other side of the wall. He Tianbao didn't turn around, knowing something was wrong.
Seeing everyone around him busy eating and drinking, He Tianbao took a big gulp of strong liquor and, unnoticed,
slipped through the main hall and headed towards the backyard.

Jia Min waved for him to leave, but He Tianbao gestured for her to come closer. He pulled Jia Min into his makeshift bedroom, walked up to
her, cupped her face in his hands, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips, prying them open with his tongue. Jia Min felt
a mouthful of liquid enter her mouth; tasting it, she realized it was liquor and immediately understood He Tianbao's plan, holding it in her mouth. He Tianbao quickly
stripped off Jia Min's clothes, rolled them up, and threw them off the bed.

Looking at his half-naked mother, who resembled a large white sheep, he felt a wave of dizziness, and his lower body became as hard as iron. Jia Min's slender hands moved swiftly,
already unbuckling his belt and releasing his penis, passionately caressing it.

He Tianbao was lost in his own world, forgetting his act, and pressed his mother down on the bed, ecstatically kneading her bare shoulders and
chest, his mouth licking and biting her two large breasts and their scarlet nipples.

It felt like a minute or two, or maybe an hour or two, when the door was kicked open and two Japanese soldiers
rushed in, rifles in hand, shouting in Japanese .

He Tianbao pulled the blanket over Jia Min, jumped up half-naked, pulled up his trousers, and angrily
yelled . One of the Japanese soldiers raised his rifle, and He Tianbao stepped forward, pulled the barrel off with his right hand, and pushed it above his head—worried
that a stray bullet would hit Jia Min on the bed.

Several drunken Japanese officers from the front yard were led over. After exchanging a few words with the pursuing Japanese soldiers,
one of them, who spoke fluent Chinese, asked He Tianbao, "Mr. He, what is this lady doing here?" He Tianbao replied,
"She's my wife. I'm a bit tipsy, so I'm going to lie down in the back for a while." The officer asked, "You're resting while you're drunk,
what's your wife doing here ?" He Tianbao squinted his drunken eyes and said, "She's lying down with me. She's my own wife, in her own room.
She's taking a nap with the door closed. What business is it of yours?" The officer told the company commander, who leaned closer to the blanket, smelled
the alcohol on Jia Min, nodded, and ordered his men to leave.

He Tianbao closed the door, and while putting on his clothes, asked Jia Min, "What happened?" "They wouldn't release him and insisted on
asking their superiors. We forced their way out, and in the chaos, I went the wrong way and jumped over the wall—I've dragged you into this...
" "Why are you talking nonsense now? Just lie here and don't go out. Just pretend to be ashamed and keep crying. I
'll go out and deal with it." At this time, the backyard was empty, while the front yard was full of all sorts of people. The Japanese soldiers who had chased over the wall hadn't clearly seen
where Jia Min had gone, and there were conflicting accounts about what she was wearing. The Japanese didn't bother He Tianbao for the time being,
but instead questioned each of the guests about their identities. The Japanese soldiers' Chinese was generally poor, and their questions were chaotic and confusing
, with no clear answers.

Hui Zi suddenly appeared and whispered, "Mr. He, the Japanese aren't like they used to be; they take money now too
." He Tianbao sized up Hui Zi, who said in a low voice, "Officials travel a thousand miles for money. Whether you're from Nanjing, Chongqing
, or Yan'an, I only recognize the rich and the poor." He Tianbao raised his eyebrows. Hui Zi smiled kindly.

He Tianbao asked, "How much of the rich and the poor do you want?" "My mother is turning fifty soon, and I want to make her
a bracelet." He Tianbao said, "Okay." "A straightforward man." Hui Zi pinched his thumb and forefinger together and
drew a line across his lips, indicating that silence is golden.

He Tianbao gave them a thousand yuan in military notes, saw off the suspicious Japanese soldiers, and then focused on entertaining his guests.

The market was sluggish, but perhaps because of the lively feast, people quickly forgot about the incident and
lingered until four or five in the afternoon before gradually dispersing. The remaining three or five tables of mahjong were locked in a fierce battle. Seeing
that it was getting dark, this group called for a late-night game. Grandpa Jin,

experiencing double good fortune, led the charge. He Tianbao, however, couldn't keep going any longer. Sixth Master Shu advised him to go home and rest, but He Tianbao excused himself and left.

Back in Jinyu Hutong, Jia Min opened the door for He Tianbao, then pulled him into the doorway, quickly
bolting the door and whispering, "We have guests." He Tianbao noticed shadows flickering in the main room window and
heard the clattering of mahjong tiles. He asked Jia Min, "Your people? Were they rescued?" "It's not convenient to tell you. Please
wait in the yard." Jia Min lowered her voice, "Don't see their faces." "Should I hide in the kitchen?"
"Sit against the wall." He Tianbao wanted to laugh, but in the darkness, he noticed Jia Min's unusually serious expression. He
obediently moved a rattan chair to the south wall, smoking and drinking tea facing it. For the first time, he noticed that the wall was covered in
ivy.

A moment later, the main door opened, followed by the sound of high heels. A group of women chattered as they came out and
said goodbye at the courtyard gate. He Tianbao didn't turn around, but caught a glimpse of them at the gate and discerned that
one of them appeared to be a man dressed as a woman.

The people opened the gate and left. Jia Min closed the gate again, then moved a rattan chair and sat down next to He Tianbao.
The two sat side-by-side, smoking against the wall.

He Tianbao, trying to make conversation, asked, "Who's here today? Why are you so nervous?" "It's better if you don't know."
"I can't believe someone could scare you like this... Do you think you'll die if you see his face? Is he Medusa
?" "I don't know," Jia Min said. "I only know he's capable of anything." "Oh," He
Tianbao said "We trained together in Europe in the 1920s. To show his wholehearted commitment to the communist cause, he
underwent chemical castration." "Ah?" "Don't worry, he's not my old flame." "I'm relieved, but I'm a little
worried about you—if there's another purge over there, you've played the role of a KMT agent's wife, that's enough of a crime, is
n't it?" Jia Min smiled bitterly and remained silent.

He Tianbao blurted out, "I see you're living in fear over there, why don't you just surrender and come back?"
"You want to help me? Don't regret it." He Tianbao had already regretted it, but he had spoken too hastily, so he could only say,
"As long as I can do it." "That's as good as saying nothing, you little bureaucrat..." Jia Min sneered, "At your
age, you should be listening to a couple of speeches and then writing a blood oath to die with a bomb. What
kind of place is the Military Intelligence Bureau that taught you to be so cunning at only twenty?" "It wasn't the Military Intelligence Bureau that taught me," He Tianbao
blurted out, then swallowed the rest of the sentence, "It was you who taught me." Jia Min, of course, guessed it, and smoked expressionlessly.
He Tianbao, trying to make conversation, asked, "Did you pay for the wife you rented?" Jia Min forced a smile and said, "Yes, don't
worry, I won't run away with it. We're trustworthy." Jia Min stood up, stretched, and said,
"I'm sleepy, I'm going inside." Jia Min went to sleep, and He Tianbao sat alone in the courtyard smoking. It had just rained at dusk
, and although it was a summer night, it was rather cool. He Tianbao felt an immense sense of desolation. He sat there for over an hour...
Only then did he feel a little tired and went to his room to sleep.

He Tianbao lay on the kang (heated brick bed), eyes closed, half-asleep, only hearing the patter of rain in the darkness.

Opening his eyes, it was still pitch black outside the paper window. He peeked at Jia Min, who was sleeping at the far end of the kang, facing him .
Her nightgown collar was loose, revealing her snow-white neck and a hazy, indistinct curve.

A surge of emotion welled up in He Tianbao's chest, a bittersweet feeling and an inexplicable impulse. He propped himself up on his elbows,
slowly crawled across the kang, and approached Jia Min.

Jia Min groaned softly, turned over, and her face
was

inches from He Tianbao's, a fragrant scent wafting towards him. He Tianbao's mind went blank; he felt the woman before him was incredibly alluring, and he forced himself to remain still.

A rustling sound came from the window, probably the wind rustling leaves against the glass.

Jia Min asked in a low voice, "Is someone outside the window?" He Tianbao said, "Yes. We've taken off our clothes now...
to put on a show for him." Jia Min mumbled, "Slow down, slow down," and took off her own shirt.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, and He Tianbao, captivated by his mother's half-naked figure and the soft curves of her two large breasts in the dim light
, couldn't resist cupping her face and kissing her.

Their lips met. His lips parted hers, and his tongue slipped inside. Jia Min, clearly unfamiliar with
a French kiss, froze for a moment, then instinctively began to react, progressing rapidly. Their tongues
intertwined, sucking and licking. He explored wildly, and she responded passionately. Their tongues entwined for a long time.
He Tianbao kissed his way down her lips, cheeks, chin, and neck, until he saw her large, round
breasts before him. His mind went blank, and he opened his mouth to take them in, sucking and licking.

After a charade of lovemaking, He Tianbao suddenly realized that his penis had
slipped out from under his shorts, and his hands were gripping his mother's waist and hips, rubbing them against his penis.

Jia Min, pretending to moan, twisted her waist to avoid his advances: "Ah...ah...ah...Abao, do you know
what you're doing?...Ah...ah..." The moans pierced his ears, her smooth waist
turning beneath him in his hands. He Tianbao's blood boiled, and he whispered, "I'm not a virgin, of course I know." "Ah...
ah...ah...I'm your mother...ah...ah..." Hearing this, He Tianbao suddenly felt a mix of
guilt and excitement he had never experienced before. He released his mother's nipples, pressing his lips tightly against her body,
and whispered , "We're just putting on an act for them." He rubbed his genitals even faster, and through the thin fabric of
her underwear, he could clearly feel the rise and fall of her vulva, the slight prickling of her pubic hair, and the wetness beneath her underwear
.

"Mmm...mmm...don't take this too seriously..." He Tianbao grew bolder, lifting the thin blanket and reaching to
pull down Jia Min's pajama bottoms.

Jia Min didn't really resist, letting her son remove her pants, revealing her smooth buttocks and two
straight legs.

He Tianbao parted Jia Min's legs and thrust hard into her from behind.

Jia Min struggled slightly.

He Tianbao, aroused, pressed down on Jia Min, his penis pounding wildly between her buttocks.

"No..." Jia Min whispered, weakly resisting.

In the struggle, the two embraced face to face, their eyes meeting.

He Tianbao kissed Jia Min's lips.

Jia Min began to respond, then stopped.

He Tianbao found his hands kneading his mother's breasts, his long-dormant penis swelling to an immense size.

He moved his hands down Jia Min's breasts, waist, and abdomen, beginning to pull down her panties.

Jia Min began to dodge again.

He Tianbao pressed his chest against Jia Min's breasts, pinning her upper body down. His lips were
half an inch away from hers as he whispered, "You want it too." Jia Min looked at her son; in the darkness, she couldn't
see his expression, only the silhouette of a young, strong man. She said softly, "We shouldn't be like this...
we can't..." "Our identities might be exposed. You might have to go back to the base, and I might have to go back to Nanjing
or Chongqing... We might not have the chance to see each other again tomorrow..." He Tianbao gasped. "We
might be arrested or die tomorrow—do you really care about any taboos?" "You'll regret it..."
Jia Min 's voice suddenly cut off as He Tianbao's hand forcefully slipped inside her panties, a finger penetrating her wet
genitals, skillfully finding an erogenous zone she had never known before.

Jia Min suddenly stopped struggling, stroking He Tianbao's chest, and said, "My darling, come on—
only the two of us know what happened tonight." He Tianbao pulled down his mother's panties and said, "Yes, only tonight,
only the two of us know." Jia Min's buttocks moved, whether to dodge or to welcome him, it was unclear. He Tianbao's penis suddenly
found the crevice of her flower path and squeezed in.

Her crotch was already wet, and his thick, hot member squeezed in all at once.

Jia Min let out a cry of pain and pleasure: "Ah!!!" Then she whispered, "Xiao Bao, do you
know what you're doing?" "Fuck you." He Tianbao held Jia Min's lips and said firmly in a low voice, his penis
thrusting a few times, feeling his mother's initially dry flower valley quickly become wet.

He Tianbao repeated in a low voice, "I want to fuck you. Although we are mother and son, although we are worlds apart, although we are on
opposite sides of the law, I want to fuck you. I know our agreement. But I also know that we have no
tomorrow , no yesterday. At this moment, I only know that I want to fuck you." Jia Min trembled all over, sighed,
and said softly, "Be gentle, you rascal." He Tianbao thrust slowly and firmly.

Jia Min's lower body became wetter and wetter, biting the pillow without making a sound.

He Tianbao withdrew from Jia Min's body.

Jia Min remained silent, but her elastic buttocks twisted unhappily.

He Tianbao turned his mother over, stripped her upper body naked, and lay on her full breasts, licking her
nipples .

Jia Min stroked her son's naked upper body with both hands, unable to resist saying, "Hurry up..." He Tianbao asked,
"Hurry up what?" "Hurry up and come in, come in..." "Come in for what?" "Come in...fuck me,
fuck me..." He Tianbao entered again, lifting his mother's legs and placing them on his shoulders, thrusting fiercely and hard.

Jia Min cried out in a daze, "It's too big...too strong...you're too amazing...fuck me...fuck me to death."
"...I can't take it anymore..." She suddenly reached out and pressed hard on He Tianbao's shoulder, straightening her lower body, her vagina contracting,
emitting a series of lewd moans.

He Tianbao sensed Jia Min's climax, stopped moving, lowered her legs, and lay on top of her, kissing Jia Min's
lips .

Jia Min's climax this time was intense; her whole body trembled, the sheets were soaked, and her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure
. It took a long time for her to regain consciousness, and she found herself passionately kissing her son .

Jia Min turned her face away, avoiding his lips.

Raindrops tapped softly on the window, and his kisses fell on her face like spring rain.

Jia Min closed her eyes, sensing her son's gentle movements inside her.

He held her cheeks with both hands, turned her face, and kissed her lips.

Jia Min gently opened her mouth and bit her son's lip.

His lips withdrew, but he immediately returned, kissing her even more fiercely, his tongue entering her mouth.

Their tongues intertwined, lost in passion. Jia Min quickly mastered the technique, curling her tongue to meet He Tianbao's thrusts,
as if making love with her tongue.

He Tianbao began to move slowly again.

Jia Min whispered, "Hurry up, hurry up and ejaculate. Doing this too much is bad for your health."
He Tianbao said, "How am I doing too much? I'm practically an abstinent monk." Jia Min laughed and spat, "Pah! Even if you
're a monk, you're a lewd little monk." Jia Min pleaded softly, "My darling, please, I... I
really can't take it anymore. Hurry up and ejaculate." She added softly, "Ejaculate outside, don't get me pregnant." "Okay!"
Her gentle pleading only fueled He Tianbao's interest, and he continued his relentless assault like a storm.

Jia Min gasped, "You're crazy, you're such a little madman..." "I'm a little madman, you're a big slut...
" "I'm a slut, fuck me, fuck me." He Tianbao was nearing his climax. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull out his penis. Jia Min grabbed his buttocks
tightly and said, "Ugh... shoot inside..." "Don't shoot inside?" "Shoot inside!
Shoot inside! Give it to me, I want it!" Jia Min's eyes were glazed over, and she was incoherent.

He Tianbao laughed, "You might get pregnant..." "No, I'm almost forty years old, it's hard for me to get pregnant,
it's not that coincidental. I don't care anymore, I want to get pregnant... I want to be made big by you... I want it! I want it! I want it!"
The mother twisted her body, talking nonsense, slapping, hitting, and grabbing her son's firm buttocks.

This time He Tianbao lasted longer, probably for an hour before he ejaculated.

"Good little Bao, good young master, I see you've run out of things to shoot from, let me go, you'll go soft in a little while
." Jia Min begged for mercy, trying to escape.

"Who said I have nothing left to shoot!" He Tianbao became agitated, lifting Jia Min's long legs and folding them against his chest,
curling her into a ball and holding her tightly in his arms. He gripped her shoulders and thrust into her forcefully and rapidly, saying,
"If you want me to shoot, scream, scream as hard as you can." He began to pound fiercely, causing Jia Min to scream. This round of
frenzied thrusting and screaming lasted for a while. He Tianbao noticed that Jia Min's struggles were not the playful teasing of lovers
, so he stopped and let her spread her body open, asking, "Did I hurt you?" "I'm almost forty years old,
not some young girl performing on the street. I'm not that soft—only
those who learn opera and do somersaults and splits all day can withstand your torment... What are you doing?" Jia Min
cried out in surprise when she realized that He Tianbao was getting aroused again.

"Just a little longer, I'm almost there," Jia Min cried, "My darling, son, please cum
, I feel like you've fucked me raw..." He Tianbao spread her legs as wide as possible, gripped
her breasts tightly, spread her white body into a starfish shape, pressed her down on the bed to keep her still, and thrust his hips, pounding
hundreds of times until he finally ejaculated again, stopping exhausted but satisfied.

After ejaculating, He Tianbao's penis remained inside Jia Min's wet vagina.

The two of them lay together like two puddles of mud, drenched in sweat and motionless, only panting. After
a few minutes , they began to kiss passionately.

"This is incredibly embarrassing..." Jia Min recovered from her climax, covering her face and chuckling to herself,
"Half the alley heard it." "Your operatic voice, half the alley? At most, half of number 24. That's
good, no matter if the families around us are spies or not, no one will suspect we're a fake couple."
He Tianbao laughed, "Kuomintang-Communist cooperation, making love." Jia Min gazed at the pale blue paper window in the night and asked:
"Xiao Bao...do you regret it?" He Tianbao said, "I know you're my enemy, I know you're my
mother, but you just fascinate me." He kissed her lips again, a kiss even longer than the
last , and said, "I don't regret it. Maybe it's because of the Oedipus complex, or maybe it's because I was in dire straits,
so I desperately wanted to continue the family line." "What's the Oedipus complex?" He Tianbao said, "It's a theory by a
German psychologist who believes that all men, subconsciously—what we call the depths of our hearts—
have a certain degree of sexual desire for their mothers at some age. The name comes from a Greek myth..."
He Tianbao spoke of the Greek myth of Oedipus killing his father and marrying his mother, and when he mentioned that Oedipus had two children with his mother, his penis, which
was still pressed against Jia Min's buttocks, became active again.

Jia Min was surprised: "So fast?" "Youth has its advantages." He Tianbao wrapped his arms around Jia Min's waist and pulled her back,
bringing her plump buttocks close to his penis, easily entering her wet vagina.

Jia Min cried out, "You...you...how can you be so big and thick?
Did you even ejaculate?" Hearing this, He Tianbao became even more aroused. He flipped over on top of his mother, spread her legs, and began thrusting
his hard erection, making Jia Min scream.

The second time lasted even longer than the first. He Tianbao thrust hundreds of times until Jia Min climaxed, but he remained
erect .

"Stop...stop...stop for a bit, let me rest, otherwise I'll really die..." He Tianbao slowed
his movements, lying on top of Jia Min and kissing her nipples.

Jia Min stroked his hair and chuckled, "Just like when I was little." "Treat me like a child? Let me
show you if I'm not a child!" He Tianbao stood up and began thrusting again.

"Stop, stop, stop! Spare me, spare me! You're not a child, you're the boss! Boss, spare me! Let me catch my breath!"
"Still laughing?" "I won't—I wasn't laughing at you, I just thought the way we are, it's weird,
kind of funny." "You Manchu bannermen, always thinking about playing around—be serious." "Okay, I'll be serious…"
Jia Min stroked her son's sweaty chest, and thinking of the word "serious," she almost laughed again, but immediately straightened her face and
asked, "Then let's talk about something serious—when did you start having bad ideas about me?" "The first time
we met , I walked away from Hui Zi with my arm around you, and my hand touched your waist and buttocks. I made up my mind then and there that
I had to fuck a waist and buttocks like that." He Tianbao said without hesitation.

"Pah! Pervert!" He Tianbao asked, "And you? Why did you agree to sleep with me? Or did you
not even consider me a human being, but just dedicate yourself to your great and glorious cause?" "Dedication to the revolution was just a side thing,
mainly because you changed your name, you're not called He Xiaobao anymore, your surname is Che and your given name is You." "What?" He Tianbao
grew up and hadn't seen Jia Min for nine years, so his Beijing dialect had become much more rusty.

"You're so stubborn," Jia Min chuckled. "You rub against me every night, and I can't resist you. I thought I'd just
let you have your fun this once and for all. Men are like that—better to have a concubine than a secret one, better to have one you can't have. They're treasures when they can't
sleep with you, but they get bored afterward. Who knew you'd have such a big appetite? Once you're having your fun, it never ends..." He Tianbao was
getting more

and more excited by her words. He used his shoulders to lift her legs, intending to thrust into her hundreds of times. "Little Bao, Mommy really can't take it anymore. Hurry up and cum." "Then you have to say something provocative."
"What should I say?" "Say I'm your man." "You're my man." "Say you're a slut." "You're
the slut!... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!... I am, I am... I am a slut..." He
Tianbao thrust wildly, making Jia Min start moaning with a sob in her voice.

"Say you like me fucking you." "Say you're mine." "I'm yours... I'm your woman...
I'm your mother... I'm your baby..." Amidst her incoherent babbling, mixed with gasps and moans, she seemed to
have climaxed again, her vagina making soft, wet "splashing" sounds.

"Xiao Bao... Xiao Bao... My legs hurt and my back hurts. I'm almost forty, please have mercy on me." He Tianbao gritted his teeth
and struggled, finally stopping his panting.

Jia Min timidly asked, "Did you cum?" He Tianbao lifted Jia Min even higher, her large white buttocks dangling in the air, and
said as he thrust, "Look up." It was Jia Min's first time trying this, and she blankly craned her neck to look.
She was stunned to see the base of her son's penis inserted between her labia, and groaned, "So thick...it's so thick
—you're going to pound me to pieces..." "Do you still want it? Do you want your son's penis to fuck your cunt for you to see?"
"Yes...I want to see...Oh my god, it's so thick, son, you're so thick!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
"Pfft!" "I'm so happy! So happy! Fuck me to death! Ah...ah...ah!!! ...

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