Hold Mom

Although it was hot in the afternoon, it was the weekend, and the department store was quite crowded. Zhang Suxin, as the team leader,
was constantly running between counters, busy with tasks.

Around 4:30, dark clouds gathered, and people gradually dispersed. Zhang Suxin finally had a chance
to rest. Leaning against a corner of the counter, she took out a handkerchief from her purse to wipe her sweat, but
instead of her perfumed handkerchief, she pulled out a large checkered men's handkerchief.

"That little rascal must have switched it. What is he doing with my handkerchief?" Without

thinking, Zhang Suxin grabbed the handkerchief and started wiping her face. But after only a few wipes, she smelled a familiar,
strange odor. She sniffed hard, and a blush appeared on her face.

Zhang Suxin, being experienced, recognized the smell as male semen.

"That damn brat, a level three bastard, actually gave me this kind of handkerchief!" Zhang Suxin was filled with shame
and hatred. Luckily, Xiao Xing wasn't there, or his mother might have bitten him to death.

Gradually, this shame and anger were replaced by another lingering, heart-pounding emotion.

Images flashed through Zhang Suxin's mind like a revolving lantern: her and her son being intimate in the kitchen, her son

squeezing and kneading her breasts; her sucking on her son's penis head that morning; her lying on the bed with her buttocks facing

her son, him touching her cleft and making her wet...

Zhang Suxin felt a soft, warm, sticky flow of desire surging inside her body. Based on her experience, she
knew she was aroused.

"My darling Xiao Xing, you're the reason I'm like this. Hmm, aren't you coming?"

"Sister Xin? Sister Xin."

Zhang Suxin trembled and opened her eyes. Liu Cuizhi stood beside her, her face full of concern.

"Ah, it's Cuizhi."

"Sister Xin, what's wrong? Your face is flushed and pale, and you're sweating profusely. Are you feeling unwell? Why don't
you go back first?"

"Um, it's nothing, I'm just a little hot and dizzy. I'll be fine after resting for a while."

"Really? Don't push yourself too hard, your health is your own responsibility."

"I'm really fine, thank you, sister."

"Then, you should rest. Do you want me to get you some hot water?"

"No need, Cuizhi, you go ahead with your work. I'll be fine in a bit."

After Liu Cuizhi left, Zhang Suxin rested her elbows on the table, covered her face with her hands over her eyebrows, and uttered a
low, plaintive sound: "Xiaoxing, my son, I'm trapped and can't get out. Ah, what should I do
..."

Xiaoxing, however, wasn't as distressed as his mother. He was currently pressing Zheng Liyun down, moving in and out from both sides.

Zheng Liyun hid at the street corner near the department store that afternoon. As soon as she saw Zhang Suxin coming to work, she rushed into her classmate, colleague, and friend's house like
a gust of wind .

Xiao Xing didn't hesitate; he grabbed Zheng Liyun, jumped onto the bed, and thrust his penis in, fucking her relentlessly. He fucked her until
Zheng Liyun screamed like a sow being led to the slaughterhouse, her vaginal fluids gushing out in spurts. The

mother, at this moment, was tormented by desire, oppressed by lust. Each soft moan, each low whisper, was a testament to her. The son
, at this moment, was alone, charging straight into the pool of lust. Wave after wave of impact, shouts echoing.

Although mother and son had different feelings, they both stemmed from the most primal human desires.

"Son, open the door! Mom's home!"

Zhang Suxin stood at the door, shouting towards the second floor. But after shouting, she heard neither her son's reply
nor did the door open.

"Xiao Xing, open the door. Open the door."

Zhang Suxin shouted several times, but there was still no response.

"Where has that little rascal gone off to again?"

Zhang Suxin was a little annoyed. She propped up her bicycle, walked to the gate, and just as she took out her key, the door opened.

"Oh, Mom, you're home from work."

Xiao Xing was naked, with one side of his body exposed, covered in water stains, holding a towel to cover his genitals
, most of his pubic hair showing.

"Tch, why are you opening the door like this?"

Zhang Suxin turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Mom, you don't know, I was taking a shower, and I heard you knocking, so I just... hehe, Mom, I can't help you
like this , you can push your bike in yourself."

"Wait!"

Xiao Xing was about to turn around when Zhang Suxin stopped him and handed him several bags.

"Hold this for Mom."

"Oh dear, Mom, how can I carry anything like this?"

"I don't care, who told you to come out like this? Oh dear, you're so clumsy. You still have your other hand."

Zhang Suxin saw her son holding up two fingers on the hand covering the towel, meaning he wanted her to hang the bag up. She
was both embarrassed and angry, biting her lower lip and stomping her feet, acting like a spoiled young lady.

"Hehehe, I forgot I had another hand."

Xiao Xing chuckled, freeing one hand to take the bag and turning to run.

"Stop right there!"

Zhang Suxin shouted, and Xiao Xing stopped and turned around: "Mom, what else do you need?"

Zhang Suxin didn't say a word, pushing the bicycle into the house and slamming it down.

"What happened to you?"

"Huh? What happened? Where?"

"Here, here, here, what happened to all these purple and blue marks?"

Zhang Suxin's face darkened as she poked at the bruises on Xiao Xing's arm with her fingers. Then she turned Xiao Xing
around .

"And what are all these marks on your back? You...you...did you go out and get into a fight
?"

Xiao Xing's back was covered in crisscrossing scratches, clearly from being scratched.

This bastard got into a fight, not with a person, but with a demon, a demon!

Xiao Xing inwardly groaned, cursing Zheng Liyun for her recklessness, but his face remained impassive.

He only blamed Zheng Liyun for her recklessness, not himself for his own lack of restraint.

"Mom, I didn't go out and get into a fight, really, I stayed home all afternoon."

"Didn't go out? If you didn't go out, how come you're covered in these marks? Tell me!"

Zhang Suxin's eyes widened like saucers, her face fierce.

"I really didn't go out. These marks are...they're from working out, yes, from working out."

"Hahaha..." Zhang Suxin laughed instead of getting angry. "Working out? Is this how you work out?"

"Hey, Mom, you don't know, do you? There's a kind of fitness method now called 'skin pinching.' You pinch your body until it's covered in bruises
, and it's not only good for your health, it can also release toxins."

This kid is really good at talking nonsense; he'll definitely be a quack doctor in the future.

"Release toxins?"

"Uh, yes, it releases toxins. It uses these bruises to expel toxins from your body."

"Then..." Zhang Suxin was a little skeptical. "Then what's wrong with your back?"

"Oh? My back? My back too. If I can't pinch my back, I scratch it. You see, I just do this..."

Xiao Xing turned around and raised his hand, which was covering the towel, to demonstrate on his back. The towel fell to the ground with a thud,
but neither of them noticed.

Zhang Suxin watched Xiao Xing's body twitch as he scratched, feeling both annoyed and amused. Her eyes
lowered, and she saw her son's bare, firm buttocks, and she felt a surge of heat.

"...Do you believe me now? I'll test it on myself first. If it really works, I'll give you
a massage ."

Xiao Xing said, turning back around.

Zhang Suxin let out a soft moan, stamped her foot, turned her head, and pointed to her son's crotch with her right hand, her eyes secretly glancing there
. Xiao Xing's

penis was limp, dangling there and swaying back and forth. Although it wasn't as
imposing , it was still quite sturdy.

"Uh?"

Xiao Xing turned around and saw his mother, who had been furious, suddenly become shy and bashful. He was stunned for a moment,
then looked in the direction his mother was pointing.

"Oh dear."

He quickly picked up a towel and covered his crotch, bending over and mumbling.

If it were up to Xiao Xing's usual personality, the towel would have been fine, even better. He had done *that* thing with
Zheng Liyun , and his mother had caught him red-handed with the marks on his body and bombarded him with questions. He had barely managed to get
away with it, and now this had happened. No wonder he looked like a naughty child caught doing something wrong.

"Son, so you…"

"Hey, Mom… please don't ask anymore. Let me put my things down and tidy up before I tell you."

Xiao Xing interrupted his mother and slipped away like a wisp of smoke.

"Hehehe."

Zhang Suxin looked at her son's disheveled appearance and for the
first time felt that she had gained the upper hand in their back-and-forth today.

However, this victory was due to other factors and couldn't compare to her son's. Zhang Suxin laughed a few times but could
n't laugh . She lowered her head and thought for a moment, her face turning ashen. She looked up at the upstairs, stomped her feet, and stomped
up the stairs.

As soon as Zhang Suxin entered Xiao Xing's room, she immediately smelled the strong odor of male and female intercourse.

Xiao Xing opened the window wide, but the sky was overcast, and there wasn't a breath of wind. Even with the ceiling fan on
, it was useless; the air just swished around inside, barely escaping.

Zhang Suxin had been having sex with Lao Feng for decades; how could she not smell it? Especially with the toilet paper scattered all over the floor
as evidence. Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists.

Zhang Suxin walked around the room, stopping and looking, until she reached her son's bedside. There was a large,
damp patch on the mat, shaped like a person's upper body, with a radiating dampness extending from what should have been the groin area
.

Zhang Suxin gave a cold snort, her eyes flashing with a beastly light.

Xiao Xing washed and dried himself, then, naked from the waist down, slipped on his boxer shorts and swaggered out of the bathroom.

After hanging up the clothes, he wandered into the kitchen. Zhang Suxin was inside, making a clattering noise with pots and pans.

"Mom, cooking?"

Xiao Xing tried to flatter his mother like a little sycophant.

Zhang Suxin responded indifferently, not paying him much attention.

"Mom, let me help you."

Xiao Xing walked to the stove, grabbed a cleaver, and was about to chop the pork knuckle in front of him when Zhang Suxin blocked him, took
the cleaver , and only said one sentence without even looking at him.

"You go stay in the living room."

Xiao Xing felt uneasy, thinking that women were truly unpredictable. But he wasn't going to give up so easily.

He smiled, trying to appear cheerful: "That's true, Mom, I booked the kitchen for lunch today, so it'll be
your turn tonight. Hehe, I wouldn't stop you even if you made a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Hahaha... ha, ha."

Seeing that his mother didn't react at all, Xiao Xing's laughter grew drier and drier, and he wisely stopped, turning around and walking
out of the kitchen.

After Xiao Xing left the kitchen, Zhang Suxin turned her head, her face full of ferocity.

"I didn't fool Mom? That's strange. I'm quick-witted, and she
seemed believe me."

Xiao Xing paced back and forth in the living room, completely baffled by his mother's cold attitude.

"Hiss... As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. That's so damn true."

Xiao Xing circled the living room, looked up at the ceiling, his eyes darting around as if he'd realized something,
then dashed upstairs.

Entering the room, Xiao Xing frowned at the pile of toilet paper on the floor, picked it up, threw it into a bag,
sniffed it, and quickly turned the ceiling fan on full blast.

After cleaning up, he looked around, finding nothing amiss, before going downstairs.

It was already past seven in the evening, and Xiao Xing was so tired he felt like he was going to get sores on his backside, when Zhang Suxin finally appeared in
the living room .

"Hey, Mom, let me do it."

Xiao Xing jumped up, set up the dining table, took the dishes from his mother and placed them on the table, then ran back to the kitchen to bring
out the dishes, bowls, and chopsticks one by one. He ladled rice for his mother, pulled out a chair, and waited for Zhang Suxin to sit down before
ladling rice for himself.

The boy pulled a chair to sit next to his mother, but Zhang Suxin glared at him like a sword. Xiao Xing
smiled and pulled the chair away. He slowly sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

"Wow, Mom, so many dishes tonight!"

Six or seven dishes filled the small dining table. There were two cold dishes: one was a dish of jellyfish salad, and the other was a dish
of tomatoes . There were many hot dishes: a plate of braised pork knuckle, a plate of steamed ribs, a plate of stir-fried beef with scallions, and a plate of stir-fried pork kidneys. There was also
a pot of fresh crucian carp soup.

Xiao Xing swallowed hard, picked up a piece of steamed pork ribs, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm, mmm, delicious, really delicious."

He glanced at Zhang Suxin, who still had no expression and hadn't even touched her chopsticks. Xiao Xing's heart skipped
a beat, and he put down his chopsticks.

"Mom, why aren't you eating?"

Zhang Suxin didn't answer or pay attention to him. She stood up abruptly, took a bottle of strong liquor and a glass from the cupboard,
and slammed them on the table.

Xiao Xing shuddered and laughed out loud, but the laughter was incredibly unpleasant.

"Hehehe, Mom, want to drink? What happy occasion has come?"

Zhang Suxin didn't reply, poured herself a full glass of liquor, and downed half of it in one gulp.

This woman could drink. Although she didn't usually drink much, when she did, she
could drink two and a half jin of strong liquor like this.

Seeing that his mother ignored him, didn't eat, and only drank, the pork ribs in Xiao Xing's mouth tasted bitter.
Zhang Suxin continued drinking, and in the blink of an eye, half a bottle of baijiu was gone.

Xiao Xing couldn't bear to watch any longer and took the bottle.

"Mom, how can you drink like that?"

"Give me the bottle." Zhang Suxin

lowered her head and held out her hand to her son.

"Mom, drinking like this will hurt your health."

"Mom is upset, give me the bottle.

" "Mom... what's wrong..." " Stop talking

nonsense! Give me the bottle!"

Zhang Suxin interrupted Xiao Xing and yelled at him.

Xiao Xing got angry and shouted back at his mother, "I won't give it to you!"

He then grabbed his mother's glass, poured half a glass of liquor, and gulped it down. But he immediately spat it
out .

"Ptooey, ptooey. It's so spicy."

Xiao Xing hid the bottle behind his back and went to his mother's side, saying, "Mom, if your son does something wrong, you
can scold or beat him as you please. But what are you doing? You're stabbing me in the back."

"Fine." Zhang Suxin crossed her arms and looked coldly at her son. "Sit down."

Xiao Xing quickly sat down when he saw his mother was about to speak.

"I'm asking you. Tell me honestly, what did you do this afternoon?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"You fucking lie!"

Zhang Suxin stood up and roared, slamming her chopsticks on the ground.

"Mom went to your room and, oh my, it was so filthy. Tell me, which wild woman did you bring home
?"

"Mom, I didn't."

"You're still pretending! I've been through this, I know what you did this afternoon. You even pinched skin?
A woman must have pinched it for you."

Zhang Suxin paced back and forth, her face turning red and purple, her eyes flashing with a frightening light.

"You're eighteen already, son! You're not a kid anymore, why don't you learn anything? Mom doesn't object to you having
girlfriends , but can a girl like that, who comes to a man's house to sleep before marriage, be a good person? If you're
with a girl like that, she'll ruin you sooner or later! Mom raised you, not so you could be ruined by someone."

Zhang Suxin came to her son and launched into a tirade.

Xiao Xing hung his head, looking obedient, but he snorted softly, thinking that even a mother
kissing and touching her son's breasts in the kitchen might not be a good person. However, he quickly
put aside and started thinking about how to respond.

"Tell me honestly, who is that little slut?"

Zhang Suxin was tired of talking and her mouth was dry. She threw down this last sentence, stood there with her hands on her hips, and glared at
her son .

"Sigh, what's coming will come."

Xiao Xing sighed inwardly, stood up, and pushed his mother into a chair.

"Mom, please sit down."

Xiao Xing knelt on one knee, placing his hand on Zhang Suxin's thigh, his expression exactly the
same .

"Mom... I'll tell you the truth..."

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