Ancient Green Red Apricot

Before I begin my story, let me first, as is customary

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talk about my family.
My father originally worked for an engineering company, a state-owned enterprise—though it seems all companies were state-owned back then. My father was rather frail, but his surveying skills were exceptional, and he trained countless apprentices. My mother worked as an accountant at the same company. My parents' meeting and marriage was a tradition at the time, arranged by a matchmaker.
My mother grew up in a strict family, and even now I'm quite afraid of my maternal grandparents. Naturally, they raised her to be a quiet girl. Before meeting my father, my mother had been introduced to several men by matchmakers, but my grandfather wasn't satisfied with any of them until my father appeared. My father's honest appearance and excellent skills, according to my grandmother, suggested he would definitely be a good husband. So my parents got married, and the following year, I was born.
However, after marriage, my mother discovered that my father was honest to the point of being timid. Although his skills were top-notch and he had trained countless apprentices, many of whom gradually surpassed him and moved into more important positions, my father remained on the front lines year after year. My mother often complained about this.
I remember when I was five, my workplace built new housing. According to the rules, both my parents worked, so they were guaranteed a unit. The head of the personnel department in charge of allocations was my father's former apprentice. However, my parents were not selected. My mother was furious and dragged my father to confront the head of the department.
My father refused, saying there were probably too many people who needed housing more than us, and we should wait for the next batch. He added that talking to him wouldn't necessarily make a difference. My mother was stunned by my father's stubbornness and went to see the head of the department herself. Later, she heard rumors from the neighborhood that the head of the department had lusted after my mother's beauty and had made advances on her while she was talking to him. My father just sighed and told my mother, "You should have told me not to go."
A few days later, one of my father's former apprentices, upon hearing this, stormed into the head of the department's house, beat him up, and then quit his job. Everyone was saying behind his back that the head of the department was definitely trying to block others again, and now he'd gotten what he deserved. When I was nine, the company, following a provincial decision, moved to a city that had just been upgraded to a prefecture-level city, and both my parents were selected.
That day, I heard my parents arguing loudly in their bedroom. It was my mother complaining about my father, saying that everyone else was moving there alone, while the women were staying in the provincial capital with the child, meaning the child's education and future life would still be in the provincial capital. She complained that this time they were making the whole family move, and asked why my father didn't complain. Seeing that my father didn't complain, my mother even suggested asking my grandfather to resolve the issue, but my father stopped her. So, our family moved to the city we live in now.
When I was 13, the government decided to lay off some people, and my parents were in the same batch. My mother didn't argue with my father anymore; she just silently cried all night. The next day, she started looking for work. My father was clearly still reeling from the blow of being laid off. He couldn't understand why he, with his excellent skills, would be laid off.
A few days later, my mother found a job and brought back someone with her: Zhang Liping. Zhang Liping was my father's former apprentice, the one who had assaulted the head of the personnel department and then resigned. After leaving the provincial capital, he came to this city and settled down with the help of friends. After several twists and turns, he eventually started a construction company. Uncle Zhang, a tall man, nearly 1.8 meters, had a cheerful and approachable personality.
Perhaps it was precisely because of his personality that he thrived in the city. He quickly became a well-known entrepreneur, with many projects in the city being undertaken by his company. He was on friendly terms with the city's leaders. This time, when my mother went to the job market, she met Uncle Zhang on the street. Upon hearing about our family's situation, Uncle Zhang immediately hired my mother and also tried his best to hire my father. However, my father, whether still recovering from being laid off or for some other reason, refused.
My mother started working at Uncle Zhang's company, earning several times more than at her previous job. Our family's life gradually improved, and a few months later, after being persuaded by my mother and Uncle Zhang, my father also joined Uncle Zhang's company. Our family experienced a dramatic change. My allowance increased significantly.
My father seemed very uncomfortable at Uncle Zhang's company, often complaining to him about things that weren't right or proper when Uncle Zhang came over for meals. Uncle Zhang smiled but didn't say anything, while my mother kept defending the company. My parents' relationship grew increasingly cold; they often went days without speaking to each other. Uncle Zhang had divorced a few years ago and had often visited since he was my father's apprentice. Since my parents joined his company, he visited even more frequently. Uncle Zhang
often joked with my parents, saying that before, they were all alone and always ate out, but now that he was here, they finally had a home and could eat home-cooked meals regularly. He insisted on paying for their meals next time. My father would reply that our family was so grateful to him, and that his visits were just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks. My mother was also very grateful to Uncle Zhang, always preparing delicious meals whenever he came. I looked forward to Uncle Zhang's visits most of all.
Uncle Zhang was a very thoughtful and humorous person. Before, when my parents were home, the only sounds were the sounds of everyone working and the television. But when Uncle Zhang came, the house became lively. He would often chat with my father and laugh with my mother. Every time this happened, I felt a warm glow in my heart. As soon as Uncle Zhang left, the house returned to its usual tranquility.
At 15, I developed a curiosity about matters between men and women, especially after secretly watching a classmate's parents' treasured video at their house. The entangled bodies in the video had a profound impact on me. Back home, I wanted to see how my parents did it. Every night after bed, I would listen to their movements. Unfortunately, they seemed to stay in separate rooms for ten days or half a month.
Until one day, I finally saw my mother tell my father to go to bed early after taking a bath. I thought to myself, "Today will be interesting." I went to bed early and pretended to be asleep. After some time, I heard my bedroom door open. My father came to my bedside, covered me with a blanket, and then left. The moment the door to my parents' master bedroom closed, I nimbly jumped off the bed and went to the doorway of their bedroom. In
the 1980s, the doors of houses were made of planks nailed together, with gaps in the middle. Peeking through the gaps, I saw my mother lying on the bed, a soft lamp beside her. My father stripped naked, revealing his thin, bony body, his penis dangling limply. He turned off the light, which displeased my mother.
The curtains were drawn, obscuring everything. Only my father's heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed could be heard. After a while, my mother's low moans drifted in. A moment later, my father groaned a few times, and the bed stopped shaking. My mother sighed, and the room fell silent.
Hearing this, I became suspicious of the European woman's screams on the video. Damn, those foreigners just love to scream, but my parents' voices were so quiet. Disappointed, I went to bed.
In the days that followed, I never eavesdropped on my parents' sex life again, partly because it was boring, and partly because it happened so infrequently. The change in our family's life gave me extra pocket money, and I made a few bad friends.
Slowly, I began skipping classes, fighting, and chasing girls. Until the summer I turned 16, I enrolled in a vocational school in the city. Vocational school life was all about skipping classes, playing video games, and spending all night. I'd spend five days a week at school after receiving my allowance. But the allowance often ran out in less than three days. Uncle Zhang still came to my house frequently, giving me money now and then. Life was pretty carefree.
One day in July, after skipping class as usual, I went to the arcade to kill time, only to find I was broke again. It was only Wednesday, and I'd used up all my excuses for asking my parents for money. Luckily, I had the 200 yuan Uncle Zhang had given me last time in my "100,000 Whys" book at home. My father had gone to the county to supervise a construction project, and my mother usually didn't get home until 6 pm. I checked my watch; it was only a little before 4 pm, so I ran home. It
was almost 4:30 when I got home. Wait! Why was Uncle Zhang's Bluebird parked in the yard? It seems my mother is also there, but she really has no money on her. She was thinking of coming into my room from the balcony. If my door hadn't been open, she could have just taken the money and left without anyone noticing. We live on the first floor, and the yard is deserted right now; everyone's gone to work.
I quietly went to the balcony and peeked through the window. The curtains weren't fully closed, and sure enough, my bedroom door was closed. I quietly opened the door between the balcony and my bedroom. Luckily, I habitually applied lubricant to the doors so I could go out at night, otherwise the sound would have startled my mother.
I gently closed the door and was about to go to the bookshelf to get some money when suddenly I heard a loud, seductive moan, like a foreign woman's cry in a video.
I sneaked to the bedroom door and peeked through the crack. Good heavens! My mother was naked from the waist up, straddling a man's thick thighs. The man had his head buried in her chest, so I couldn't see his face. My mother's skirt was pulled up to her waist, and her full, round buttocks bounced up and down with her movements, hitting the man's thighs and creating a wave of movement. Her stockings and white panties were hanging on her right foot. One hand was around the man's head, and the other was on the strong thigh behind her, as she vigorously swayed her slender waist.
As the passion reached its peak, Mother lifted the man's face and kissed him deeply. Only then did I realize it was Uncle Zhang. After a few moments of kissing, Mother thrust vigorously again, calling out, "Husband, you're amazing, I love you so much, you're going in so deep." "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried out, arching her back like a full moon, her whole body trembling.
Uncle Zhang's large hands tightly embraced Mother's waist, his head buried deep in her chest. After a few seconds, Mother went limp as if all her strength had been drained, leaning against Uncle Zhang, trembling occasionally. Uncle Zhang gently laid Mother flat on the sofa. Throughout the entire process, Uncle Zhang's penis seemed to never leave Mother's body, preventing me from even looking at her genitals.
Mother lay dazed on the sofa, while Uncle Zhang gently caressed and kissed her body as if kissing a piece of porcelain. Unfortunately, after my mother lay down, I could only see their intertwined lower limbs through the crack in the door. The contrast between Uncle Zhang's dark buttocks and my mother's fair thighs was so stark and startling.
Uncle Zhang was slowly swaying his hips, and each time he approached my mother, she would let out an alluring moan. Gradually, my mother's moans grew louder again, and Uncle Zhang's movements became more forceful and faster. Finally, when my mother cried out again before her orgasm, Uncle Zhang roared, "Qing, my Qing, I'm going to cum!"
My mother's hands went to Uncle Zhang's buttocks, gripping them tightly, and she cried out, "Cum, cum inside, I want you, I want you to cum inside."
My mother's legs clamped tightly around Uncle Zhang's waist, and Uncle Zhang thrust into my mother with such force that it seemed he was about to shatter the heavens and earth. Suddenly, he straightened up, his buttocks tightened, and he stopped. His buttocks remained motionless during his cumming, like a powerful sculpture carved by a sculptor's chisel, with lines of power.
Suddenly, he thrust forward again, letting out a beast-like roar that, amidst my mother's loud groans, was so terrifying. My mother trembled, but Uncle Zhang remained motionless, reminding me of a movie I'd seen before: the loser trembled helplessly under the victor's thrust, while the victor maintained his thrusting position, feeling the loser's futile struggle.
Now, I exercise regularly, especially focusing on my buttocks. Every time I ejaculate inside a woman, I subconsciously glance back at my reflection in the mirror, wondering if it had the same powerful lines as Uncle Zhang's that day.
For a long time, the room was filled with their heavy breathing. After a while, Uncle Zhang exerted his strength, lifting my limp mother up, just as I'd first seen, and placing her astride his lap. The mother leaned softly against Uncle Zhang and suddenly said, "No, don't go out, just leave it inside."
Uncle Zhang chuckled and said, "I want to too, but your little pussy is pushing it away. Besides, this is the second time my big cock has ejaculated. If it doesn't soften up, do you think I'm Superman?"
The mother lightly hit Uncle Zhang: "You're so annoying. You tease me at the company. I clearly came back to get something, and you bully me."
This wasn't blaming her; it was clearly being coquettish.
Sure enough, Uncle Zhang laughed loudly and said, "Who told my Qing to be so beautiful, with such a round butt and such a short skirt? When I saw you changing your shoes behind me, that tempting butt was swaying in front of me, and your underwear was showing. Even a god couldn't resist. Besides, even if I held Qingqing's hairless pussy in my hand every day and ejaculated inside her ten times a day, I still wouldn't feel like it was enough." As she spoke, the mother buried her head in Uncle Zhang's shoulder and punched his pectoral muscles hard with her pink fists.
The two joked around for a while. Mother picked up a shirt from the floor, wrapped it around her waist, and stood up. Uncle Zhang exclaimed, "What are you covering yourself with? There's no one home."
Mother said, "There's a pervert in the house. Let the pervert see what's up there, so I won't get bullied. It's almost 5 o'clock. I've spent the whole afternoon with this pervert, and I haven't even gone to work."
Uncle Zhang sat down on the sofa nonchalantly, lit a cigarette, and followed Mother's movements with his eyes. He said indifferently, "What's it to be afraid of not going to work? Xiao Luo saw me come out with you. If he dares to say anything to you, I'll fire him and make you the financial director. Let's see who dares to complain then."
Mother had already moved out of my sight. All I could see was Uncle Zhang's muscular body and his huge penis. Even when it was hanging down, it was still so long, more than twice the length of Father's penis that I had seen when I was bathing with Father. I wondered how long it would be when it was erect. My mother walked past me again, a large t-shirt covering all her beauty, except for her long, straight legs, which made my heart race.
She sat down next to Uncle Zhang, leaning against him like a little bird. Their voices quieted down. Uncle Zhang would occasionally grab her, making her giggle.
Suddenly, the phone rang, startling the three of them. My mother leaned over to pick it up; it was my father calling. She lay on the sofa to answer, her plump, white buttocks peeking out from under her t-shirt. Uncle Zhang glanced at them and couldn't resist touching them. My mother groaned, "It's nothing, I bumped into something while putting away the documents. I'm fine. Xiao Jun won't be back until tomorrow. When are you coming back?"
Seeing my mother trying to avoid his groping hands by wiggling her beautiful buttocks, Uncle Zhang's playful nature was aroused. He grabbed her buttocks and kissed her. My mother immediately panicked and let out a soft moan. My father on the other end must have heard it.
My mother said, "How dare you ask? Yesterday, the light bulb broke, and when I went to change it, I accidentally bumped into the bed and bruised my leg. There's no one in the office right now, so I just rubbed some safflower oil on it. Oh, what do you think I'm doing? A light bulb? If Mr. Zhang hadn't come yesterday, we wouldn't have any electricity at home. Xue Wen, when did you become so suspicious? Your good apprentice comes to see me, his single teacher's wife, every day. Why don't you ask him what I'm doing? You've been gone for a week, and if it weren't for him taking care of me... Ah! You actually suspect me!"
My father's good apprentice was currently licking his single teacher's wife's crotch, while my poor father was being scolded by my mother. Uncle Zhang must have just licked my mother's clitoris; she involuntarily let out a sound, but my father didn't notice, still listening to her complaints on the phone.
"What? You want to tell Boss Zhang you don't want to work out of town anymore? Xue Wen, have some self-respect! I heard from Boss Zhang that you're a key employee now, and you have to handle the big projects. You want to go back to the city and do some small projects? Xue Wen, you finally got the chief engineer position, and you're giving it up? You'll earn less than me then! How can you be so shameless? Alright, alright, we'll talk about it when you come back tomorrow!"
My mother complained to my father while her free hand reached for Uncle Zhang's penis, gently stroking it. Uncle Zhang had already climbed onto my mother's chest. At that moment, I really wished the door was too narrow so I could see the expression on my mother's face as she complained to my father while flirting with her lover. It must have been quite a sight.
After talking for a while, Mother was about to hang up when she suddenly pushed Uncle Zhang away and said loudly, "What? You're coming back today? You're getting on the bus soon? Xiao Wen's car from the company? That'll only take two hours! Fine, fine, I'll call Xiao Jun and tell him to come back today. What? You want President Zhang to come back for dinner? Let me tell you, Xue Wen, if you want to invite someone, go invite them yourself. But if you dare tell President Zhang today that you're going back to the city to do some small construction work, I, I'll divorce you!" After saying that, she slammed down the phone.
Her voice softened immediately: "Liping, Lao Xue will be back soon. Oh dear, I have something important to tell you."
Uncle Zhang: "What? Lao Xue will be back soon? Isn't he in the county? There are no buses from the construction site to the station at this hour."
Mother: "It's Xiaowen's car. Did you send Xiaowen to the county today? Lao Xue will be back around 8 o'clock. Hurry up and get dressed."
Uncle Zhang: "Xiaowen? I didn't send him. Oh, I remember, General Manager Yang sent Xiaowen to the county to pick someone up. How did he end up with Lao Xue? What a bastard, ruining my plans." Mother: "
Also, Lao Xue said he wants to go back to the city and won't go to the county anymore."
Uncle Zhang panicked upon hearing this: "How can that be? I don't want him to come back. Qing, divorce him and marry me. That way I can be with my beautiful wife every day." After saying that, he started rubbing his mother's breasts through her t-shirt again.
The mother said softly, "Why are you bringing this up again? Didn't I say it's not that I don't want to, it's just that Xiaojun is still young. It's not good for him if his parents divorce. I'll divorce Lao Xue once Xiaojun goes to university." She paused, glared at Uncle Zhang, and flirtatiously said, "Who wants to marry you? We'll see how you behave!"
Uncle Zhang thought for a moment and said, "No, Xiaojun still has two or three years of university. Don't worry, even though he's in vocational school, I'll send him to university as soon as he graduates. But these past two or three years, the thought of Lao Xue touching your body breaks my heart. Seeing how cold he is to you, and yet he still wants to hold you while you sleep, my heart bleeds. I wish I could take a knife and chop him up."
He then turned his mother to face him and said, "Qing, did you promise me you wouldn't let Lao Xue touch your body again? You now..." "You're my woman, your whole being, including your heart, belongs to me, Zhang Liping."
The mother said with difficulty, "But he is, after all, my legal husband."
Uncle Zhang said with distress, "Then I'll find a way to get him as far away as possible, as soon as possible. You have to promise me these few days that he won't touch my big breasts, especially my hairless beautiful pussy."
The mother said with difficulty, "I'll try for these few days. But what about after that?"
Uncle Zhang slapped his thigh, "I've got it! A few days ago, Boss Xu told me he wanted to go home to retire, and I also wanted to send someone to develop in X City. I'll promote him, then kick him to X City, and send someone else who can get things done. Let Old Xue die there and never come back. In a few years, we can be together legitimately. That'll be my way of showing filial piety as his apprentice."
The mother was happy to hear this and scolded Uncle Zhang, "You bully your master's wife here and banish your master there, and you call that showing filial piety? You're so wicked." Uncle Zhang's disdain for his father did not affect the mother at all.
Mother: "You're so full of tricks. I wish I had married you sooner." She then leaned against Uncle Zhang.
While the two were whispering sweet nothings to each other, I quietly retraced my steps and ran back to school. My mother said she would call me to tell me to come home early.
When I got home that evening, my father was already home, and Uncle Zhang was there too. I guessed Uncle Zhang had come in after my father, just for show. Soon, my mother prepared a sumptuous meal and told me to thank Uncle Zhang, as he had accompanied her to buy the groceries. All the good food on the table was bought by Uncle Zhang. I looked at it—wow! Stir-fried eel slices with vinegar, pork bone stew with cordyceps, chicken stew with ginseng, and stir-fried chives. If I hadn't witnessed that scene that afternoon, it wouldn't have seemed like much, but now I knew it was clearly to replenish Uncle Zhang's energy.
At the table, Uncle Zhang kept clinking glasses with my father, and my mother gently served food to Uncle Zhang and me. But I noticed that my mother had already poured Uncle Zhang several bowls of soup. The mother casually asked, "Mr. Zhang, I heard from Qian Li that Mr. Xu is leaving. Is that true?"
Uncle Zhang replied, "Yes, Mr. Xu has said it several times."
The mother continued, "Mr. Zhang, you know my husband, Mr. Xue. He's just..."
Before she could finish, the father quickly interrupted, "Let's eat. Mr. Zhang knows the company's situation."
Upon hearing this, the mother's face fell.
Uncle Zhang clinked glasses with his father and continued, "Originally, Uncle Xu was in charge of the city's business, but he's getting old and wants to go home and enjoy his retirement. We couldn't force him to stay. However, Xiao Liu and I have been handling the liaison work in the city. Now that Uncle Xu has retired, Xiao Liu will definitely take over this part. But currently, municipal construction projects are being launched in various places, and I've been looking for someone who can expand our company's business in X City."
He paused for a moment, and seeing that his father still didn't respond, his mother, who was almost furious, quickly interjected, "Master, to be honest, you are the person I trust most in the company now. If you're willing, I'll raise the issue at the meeting and ask you to be the general manager of the X City branch."
After hearing this, his father clinked glasses with Uncle Zhang and said with emotion, "General Manager Zhang, to be honest, the most worthwhile thing in my life is meeting you. Actually, even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have wanted to find an opportunity to bring it up with you, but I've only been with the company for a few years, and it's really hard to ask to be the general manager of a branch so soon!" After his father finished speaking, his mother smiled.
The mother set chopsticks and food for Uncle Zhang, her expression as if she were serving her own husband. Then she said to Uncle Zhang, "Don't listen to him. What 'embarrassment'? You know your master is honest and shy. He simply doesn't dare to bring this up. If you ask me, your master was originally a technician, so his skills are definitely not a problem. He's been working at the company for a few years now. Let him give it a try!"
Uncle Zhang immediately chimed in, "Okay, it's settled then. Master will go to X City next month. Let's have a meeting with the company's managers tomorrow. That's settled then, Qing-jie, is this alright?" The mother was even happier after hearing this. It was hard to tell whether she was happy that her husband had finally been promoted or happy that she could finally spend every day with her lover. Probably the latter.
My mother said, "This is your men's business, I have no say in it. I'll just stay home and take care of Xiaojun, serving you men will be enough for me." She emphasized the words "serving" and "men," which made Uncle Zhang overjoyed. My father was even happier, opening several bottles of wine and drinking with Uncle Zhang until he was completely drunk.
Seeing this, my mother said to me, "Xiaojun, have you finished eating? Go do your homework when you're done, and remember to close the door."
"Okay!" I quickly ate a few bites, went into my room, closed the door, opened my homework, but kept listening carefully to the sounds outside. With a loud "smack," my mother whispered, "Oh no! Your master's still here, and Xiao Jun's inside too!"
Uncle Zhang, who had just been drunk with my father, now smelled perfectly of alcohol and said smugly in a low voice, "How about that? My husband's awesome, right? Now we can finally be together every day."
My mother said, "Keep your voice down, I'm scared of you. I'm going to wash the dishes."
"Me too, I'll help you."
After a while, the two went into the kitchen.
I turned on the tape recorder, and the sound of English reading came from it. I then quietly peeked through the crack in the door into the living room. Only my father was there, fast asleep at the table. The kitchen door was closed; I guessed my mother and Uncle Zhang were inside. Suddenly, my mother came out of the kitchen and headed straight for my room. I quickly sat down at the table, opened my book, and quietly read along with the recording.
My mother opened my bedroom door, glanced at me, and said, "Why are you listening to English so early?"
"The teacher assigned this today, we need to memorize it in class tomorrow. Oh dear, you'd better get out of here."
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving. Memorize it well!" After saying that, my mother turned around, closed the door , and left.
As my mother turned around, I noticed that the back of her shirt was tucked into her bra strap, and she didn't seem to notice. This aroused my curiosity even more. After seeing my mother go into the kitchen and close the kitchen door behind her, I secretly walked to the kitchen doorway and saw my mother and Uncle Zhang passionately kissing through the crack in the door.
In the heat of the moment, Uncle Zhang's hand reached into my mother's chest, kneading her full breasts, while his other hand reached into her skirt, groping her genitals. My mother held Uncle Zhang tightly, and after a long time, they finally separated. I heard Uncle Zhang panting and say, "Qing, I want you now."
My mother said shyly, "You rascal, you just did it twice this afternoon, and you want more? There are people at home. Don't rush, tomorrow, I'll come to your place tomorrow and serve you well."
"Ugh! You're so annoying, sticking your hand in again. Don't tease my little bud."
Uncle Zhang chuckled, pulling his hand out from under my mother's crotch and showing her his index finger, revealing the glistening fluid. "You little slut, you're already wet down there. You have to wait until tomorrow? I worked so hard for our happiness today. You have to repay me properly!" He then pulled my mother's hand to his crotch, saying, "Look, I was so hard when we were eating today, and you even touched me. Good wife, help your husband!"
My mother scratched Uncle Zhang's crotch and smiled seductively, "You have the nerve to say it's just eating? Your hand was so restless, it almost embarrassed me."
Hearing this, I suddenly remembered why my mother's left hand was always under the table while we were eating, and why it kept twisting as if there was something on the chair. Uncle Zhang's hand must have been touching her under there. I should have dropped a chopstick under to check.
Uncle Zhang chuckled and said, "Well, I just couldn't resist anymore. Even a god couldn't resist such a beauty like you! My dear wife, why don't you give me a blowjob?"
His mother lightly slapped him, feigning anger, "You naughty thing, all you do is talk pretty nonsense. What do you mean by 'blowjob'? It sounds awful."
"You don't understand, do you? Where did this beautiful woman teach you to play the flute? How is it awful? It's so elegant. Okay, hurry up, my dear wife."
His mother smiled slightly and actually knelt down, gently unzipping Uncle Zhang's pants and pulling out his long, black penis. She examined it carefully, then gently removed a few pubic hairs stuck to the glans, and smelled it. Looking up at Uncle Zhang, she wrinkled her delicate nose and said, "It stinks, but I like it." This made Uncle Zhang smile smugly.
The mother lowered her head and slowly took the glans into her mouth, gently swirling it with her tongue. Uncle Zhang shuddered slightly, stroking her soft hair as he sighed, "Qing, your oral skills are getting better and better." The mother didn't reply, only shaking her head with Uncle Zhang's glans in her mouth, as if to say, "You don't need to tell me."
After gently holding the glans for a while, the mother slowly opened her mouth and gently leaned her head towards Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang's long penis gradually disappeared into the mother's mouth, but unfortunately, only about a fifth of it remained before the mother had to stop. It seemed that Uncle Zhang's penis had reached the back of her throat. Uncle Zhang was so aroused by the mother's deep throat that he leaned against the wall, letting out gasps.
After a while, the mother pulled out and gagged. Uncle Zhang leaned down and patted the mother's back, whispering something in her ear. The mother playfully hit Uncle Zhang, then raised her head and continued to serve him with her mouth. This time, there was no more deep throating; he just kept bobbing his head back and forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Uncle Zhang also bent down and reached out his large hand to knead Mother's breasts.
At this moment, Father was still sleeping on the living room table, completely unaware of the lewd scene in the kitchen, completely unaware that his wife was giving his apprentice oral sex. Father was still sleeping so soundly.
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A few days later, Father's appointment as the general manager of X City was finally issued, and he was also assigned several subordinates. That evening, Father had Mother book a private room at a high-end hotel in the city and invited several of the company's executives and their subordinates to dinner. I went along.
Although Father was the main person at the dinner table, he still seemed a little uneasy. On the other hand, the deputy general manager named Li Ping kept toasting, as if he were the one who had been promoted. This made Mother a little unhappy, but she couldn't show it. So Uncle Zhang stood up, wished my father success at work, and clinked glasses with him several times before the man named Li Ping finally gave up.
After I finished eating, I made an excuse to go to a classmate's house and left. When I left, my father seemed drunk, holding Uncle Zhang's hand and talking incessantly. The image of my mother riding on Uncle Zhang and swaying back and forth kept replaying in my mind, as did the image of my mother giving Uncle Zhang oral sex in the kitchen that day. I wandered the streets for a while before returning home. I looked at a book, but those lewd scenes kept flashing before my eyes. How I longed to see my mother and Uncle Zhang making love again.
When the clock struck eleven, I heard my mother's voice in the hallway. I quickly climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, after a while, the front door opened, and I heard hurried footsteps in the living room. My mother's voice came from outside: "That damned boy, he's so easily swayed. He forgets who he is after a few words from others, and he's drunk like a log again. He's so annoying." Then came the sound of something heavy falling on the sofa.
My mother spoke again, but this time quite gently: "Liping, are you alright? It was hard work carrying this dead body up here, and you drank quite a bit too. Are you alright?" It really was Uncle Zhang. I wondered if there would be a good show to watch today.
Uncle Zhang's voice came: "I'm fine. This little bit of alcohol is nothing. Besides, I'm the boss of the company. A little drinking with them is enough. Besides—" My mother interrupted him with a "shh."
I immediately closed my eyes slightly, trying to relax my whole body. Sure enough, my mother opened my bedroom door and came to the bedside. She called my name twice, and when I didn't respond, she covered me with the blanket and went out. Then Mother complained about Father: "That good-for-nothing Lao Xue, I've never seen anyone like him. He's the boss, yet he lets a subordinate be bullied like this on his first event, without even uttering a sound. It's infuriating!"
Uncle Zhang chimed in: "Old Xue probably didn't want to make things awkward. This Li Ping is indeed outrageous, but he's good at handling personnel relationships. Transferring him to X City is for the company's development. If we can take over there, the company can be completely transformed. Then, with the capital, we can go to the provincial capital and try our luck."
Uncle Zhang must have touched a nerve with Mother, because Mother gasped softly. She said shyly, "Who says 'we'? I'm your teacher's wife. The provincial capital is great, there are so many beautiful girls there. But if I go there, this old woman won't be able to handle it. Oh! Still touching, um..."
Judging from the kiss, Uncle Zhang finally said after a long while, "My celestial beauty, I'll only love you no matter where I go. Don't you know my heart?"
Mother: "Alright, Lao Xue is right here, don't. I'm still a little scared. You've had quite a bit to drink, go back and rest early."
Uncle Zhang: "Qing, I've been drinking and feel unwell. Let me rest here for a while. Didn't you say Lao Xue and Xiao Jun are sleeping like mad? I've been holding back for days. Now, if I don't properly love my celestial beauty, how can I bear to leave?"
Mother seemed moved by Uncle Zhang's pleading: "I'm going to take a shower, I'm filthy."
"Me too."
Hearing the two of them enter the bathroom, I started to struggle internally. They were definitely going to the master bedroom for some serious fun. Should I lie in bed and listen, or should I steel myself and sneak into the master bedroom to peek, then mentally search for the best spot in the master bedroom? Having made up my mind, I quietly got up, arranged the bed to look like someone was lying in it, and quietly walked through the living room.
My father was fast asleep on the sofa in the living room. I heard the sound of running water and the two of them laughing and joking coming from the bathroom. Ignoring the urge to peek at them showering, I slipped into the master bedroom, opened the large wardrobe against the wall. The wardrobe had two layers; the upper layer had three doors and was filled with my mother's new clothes. Even if she needed to change, it would only be her pajamas. So I hid in the innermost layer, among my mother's winter clothes.
There was a thin perforation in the middle of the three doors of the wardrobe. My mother had chosen this wardrobe precisely because it allowed for ventilation; little did she know it would now be convenient for me.
After a while, the bathroom door opened, and my mother walked in with a coquettish laugh. Uncle Zhang followed, plopping down on my parents' large bed, completely naked. My mother was wrapped in a bath towel, covering her chest and crotch. She rummaged through the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, found a pair of men's beach shorts, and tossed them to Uncle Zhang: "Put these on quickly, then get out. I'm changing."
Uncle Zhang: "Change what? It's not like we haven't seen each other before. Come on, baby, let your husband kiss you."
My mother turned around shyly, grabbed Uncle Zhang, and pushed him out: "I'm just changing. You'll have your chance to kiss me later. Go on, by the way, remember these shorts? You left them here on purpose, didn't you? Old Xue almost saw them the other day." Uncle Zhang couldn't resist my mother, grabbed her body, and left. My mother closed the door and took off the bath towel.
My God! This was the first time I had seen my mother's naked body so clearly. Under the light, her fair skin seemed to radiate a halo, and her magnificent breasts sagged slightly, trembling with her movements. The two rosy nipples on her chest, like tiny grapes, tempted me to touch them.
Her slender waist didn't look like that of a woman who had given birth, much less that of a forty-year-old. So delicate, combined with her large breasts, it seemed as if her waist might break under their weight. Only the faint birth scar on her lower abdomen reminded me that she had given birth to a child my age. It was like seeing a vast expanse of land after walking through a long tunnel.
My mother's full hips widened from the hips, forming a perfect pear shape, gradually tapering towards her full thighs, ending in long, straight calves. Her pubic area was indeed flawless, her two full labia majora tightly closed, like a large white steamed bun. My mother bent down and opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe. Her breasts drooped naturally, tracing two breathtaking U-shapes in the air.
I was so excited I was about to ejaculate.
I didn't even want to blink, afraid that if I opened my eyes again, this breathtakingly beautiful scene would disappear.
My mother rummaged around and found a small package somewhere. She opened it, and inside was a set of thin lace lingerie. For some reason, she smiled slightly and began to put it on. My God! What a set of lingerie! The bra was a demi-cup, tightly supporting my mother's breasts, her nipples boldly exposed, like large hands cradling them, making them appear even more erect, yet without obscuring her beautiful curves.
She wore a pair of pure white panties, no different from ordinary panties, but as she moved, it became clear that the crotch area was open, with only two thin threads visible against her skin. My mother's fair genitals were exposed. The entire set of lingerie was blue, which only accentuated the whiteness of her skin, so alluring, so perfectly fitting.
My mother walked to the mirror, turned around a few times, adjusted the lingerie to make her figure appear even more perfect, smiled seductively at her reflection, and then wrapped herself in a towel. It seemed she was preparing a surprise for Uncle Zhang.
Mother opened the door, and Uncle Zhang burst in, still naked, his penis already slightly erect. Mother scolded him, "You naughty thing, shameless!" Uncle Zhang reached out to hug Mother, but she easily twisted her waist, dodging him and pointing to the door. Uncle Zhang grinned wickedly and closed the master bedroom door; the show was about to begin.
Uncle Zhang then reached for Mother again, but his hand barely touched her towel before she gently turned away. Uncle Zhang grabbed only a corner of the towel and pulled it off her body, then suddenly stopped, staring blankly at her, his mouth agape. Mother seemed quite satisfied with Uncle Zhang's performance. Smiling, he said, "Why aren't you grabbing it? What are you standing there for? Am I not pretty?"
Uncle Zhang took a while to come to his senses, rushed over and hugged his mother tightly, then took two steps back and looked her up and down, exclaiming, "Qing, you are so beautiful! This dress is so, so perfect for you! I, Zhang Liping, am so happy. You are my celestial beauty, my good wife!" After saying that, he pounced on her and hugged her tightly
, kissing her passionately. The two lay on the bed with their mother's legs spread apart. I noticed that their passionate kiss had slightly parted her tightly closed labia, and the fluid flowing out made the cleft between her legs glisten under the light. Uncle Zhang kissed his mother from head to toe as if he were savoring a delicious dish, especially her breasts and genitals. His kisses made his mother pant softly.
Finally, Uncle Zhang held Mother's soft, white feet in front of him and began licking each toe individually, as if they were her sensitive spots. Mother's moans intensified, and she even tilted her head to one side, taking Uncle Zhang's engorged penis into her mouth.
Uncle Zhang quickly abandoned Mother's toes, kissing his way up her ankles before burying his face between her legs. He skillfully licked her labia with his tongue, parting them and teasing her clitoris, sometimes slipping his tongue inside her vagina. Mother's moans echoed throughout the room.
Watching this breathtaking scene, I used immense willpower to maintain my posture, afraid that any movement would startle the two intertwined bodies on the bed. After a while, Mother lifted her head from between Uncle Zhang's legs, gently laying him flat on the bed as if handling a piece of porcelain. "Husband, you've worked hard today. Let your wife serve you well." She then straddled Uncle Zhang, grasping his large penis with one hand and placing it at the entrance of her vagina, slowly lowering herself down.
From my angle, I could see Uncle Zhang's long, hard, dark penis parting Mother's white labia, the bright red vaginal opening slowly disappearing into her full, rounded thighs.
"Ah~ It's in, husband, you're so~ long~ so hot and hard~ all the way in~ husband, I love you~" She then began to sway her hips up and down, Uncle Zhang's hands climbing up to Mother's breasts, playing with her rosy nipples. This further aroused Mother's desire. After swaying for a while, Mother leaned down and passionately kissed Uncle Zhang.
Taking advantage of the situation, Uncle Zhang pressed his mother down, pulled out his glistening penis, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs and skillfully thrust his penis back into her vagina. With a series of powerful, sweeping thrusts, his mother's breasts heaved like an angry sea, her entire body glowing a lustful crimson. Her eyes would sometimes gaze at her lover, sometimes close tightly, savoring his conquest.
Uncle Zhang's muscular physique was clearly displayed in the relentless thrusting. Suddenly, Uncle Zhang swept his mother up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms tightly around his neck, and she was lifted up like this, his penis still inside her vagina.
This action seemed to greatly please his mother, as she let out a few gasps, clinging to him like a koala, her long, flowing black hair flying with each movement. Uncle Zhang's strong physique made it seem like he was taking a walk around the house, manipulating his mother as he went.
Slowly, the two reached the bedroom door. Uncle Zhang suddenly opened it, revealing Father fast asleep on the sofa outside. Mother was startled and quickly turned off the bedroom light. Uncle Zhang put Mother down, moved her body, and, adjusting his erect penis, inserted it from behind. Thus, Mother was naked, facing the living room, with his penis relentlessly manipulating her from behind. From the closet, all that could be seen was Mother gripping the doorframe tightly with one hand, the other presumably covering her mouth, standing on tiptoe, legs spread, upper body bent backward.
Uncle Zhang held Mother tightly around the waist with one hand, his other hand reaching to her chest, his hips thrusting hard against her round buttocks. Uncle Zhang worked in place for a while, then began to move. Mother turned around, desperately covering her mouth and shaking her head, indicating to Uncle Zhang that she couldn't. But with Uncle Zhang's thrusts, Mother slowly disappeared outside the bedroom door.
I was stunned; I hadn't expected them to leave. What should I do? "Will they go to my room? What if they find I'm not there?" My mind went blank. I quietly left the closet and glanced to the side. I saw Uncle Zhang had already moved my mother to the sofa, their backs to me. If anyone turned around, I'd be exposed. I frantically searched around.
Under the bed? My parents' bed was large and against the wall. Unless someone specifically shone a flashlight, no one could see anyone underneath. Without hesitation, I crawled in. My mother's hand was already on the back of the sofa, and she was biting the fingers of her other hand. She turned to Uncle Zhang and shook her head, indicating no. But Uncle Zhang's thrusts seemed to have a certain rhythm, and my mother eventually lost herself in lust. Uncle Zhang said something to her, and she gave up. Her head was on the back of the sofa, letting Uncle Zhang manipulate her at will.
My father was lying below my mother, her constantly swaying breasts only a dozen centimeters from his face. My mother's breasts could probably feel my father's heavy breathing. Perhaps Uncle Zhang had used too much force, for Father shifted his body and turned his head to the side. Father's movement in his sleep startled both of them. Uncle Zhang remained motionless, still in his penetrating position, while Mother straightened her upper body. They seemed frozen in place until Father's snoring began.
Only then did Uncle Zhang begin to move again. If Father had opened his eyes at this moment, less than three hand spans from his face, his good apprentice, his good leader, was thrusting his large penis into his beloved wife's hairless, white vulva—the vulva that should have belonged solely to him.
After a while, taking advantage of Mother's unpreparedness, Uncle Zhang lifted her left leg and placed it behind Father's head. This opened Mother's vulva even wider; I could almost see her labia minora, engorged and swollen from the stimulation of intercourse. Uncle Zhang's penis penetrated even deeper into Mother's body, and Mother couldn't help but let out excited moans several times.
Uncle Zhang ripped off his mother's panties and handed them to her. Without hesitation, she put the panties, soaked with her own fluids, into her mouth. It took her a while to realize her embarrassment. She covered her mouth with one hand and reached down to their joined bodies with the other to catch their fluids, afraid they might drip on her father's face and wake him.
Finally, in this stimulating environment, on her husband's face, under his advances, she reached orgasm. She straightened up, letting out soft moans like a wounded animal, her body trembling. Uncle Zhang released her, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling, her upper body resting on her father's legs.
Uncle Zhang stood straight, his long, erect penis erect in the air. His right leg was beside his trembling mother, and his left leg beside his sleeping father. He stood like a victor, a conqueror, raising his weapon high and cheering loudly. This scene became etched in my memory for the rest of my life.
After a while, seemingly having admired his masterpiece, Uncle Zhang picked up my mother and carried her back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The bed above my head shook twice, then began to shake rhythmically again. My mother's animalistic whimpers rang out once more. After what seemed like an eternity, Uncle Zhang growled, "Qing, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside you." Finally, the bed fell silent.
After a long while, I was almost asleep when my mother's lazy voice rang out. The owner of that voice tried hard to make it sound full of dissatisfaction and anger, but the excessive physical exertion and the pleasure of multiple orgasms made it sound more like a coquettish complaint: "Zhang Liping, you're being outrageous. Her husband is outside, and her family can't even take care of her? You forced her to be with you in front of her husband. What do you take me for? What am I supposed to do if Lao Xue wakes up?"
As she spoke, her voice trembled with tears: "Don't touch me, how could you do this?" It seemed that Uncle Zhang was being indecent again while comforting my mother.
Uncle Zhang said with a victor's tone, "Qing, don't you know how I treat you? Do you know? When I first saw you ten years ago, I was captivated by you. Back then, I wondered why I couldn't have met you sooner? Why did you have to appear before me? Every time I thought about that cowardly thing moving on top of you, my heart bled. Later, I quit my job because I was just a junior apprentice and not good enough for you, and also because I couldn't bear the feeling of seeing you every time but not being able to be with you. Did you read the letter I wrote to you the day I left?"
Mother was probably captivated by Uncle Zhang's confession, and her voice softened, like a timid wife saying, "No, I tore it up as soon as I got it."
"Ah," Uncle Zhang said regretfully.
The mother seemed quite smug: "Anyone can see through your little scheme. Old Xue has so many apprentices, but you come the most often, always secretly peeking at me, fantasizing about me wearing a wedding dress for you. Since you like me so much, why did you do this today?" The mother finished speaking with a soft laugh, letting out a slight moan. It seemed Uncle Zhang had touched her sensitive spot again.
Uncle Zhang feigned anger, saying, "You still say you didn't read the letter? Otherwise, how would you know I fantasized about you wearing a wedding dress for me?"
"Hehe~" Another burst of smug, sexy laughter came from the mother, and the bed rippled.
Uncle Zhang continued, "Qing, you know what? I was so happy when you actually moved here. I went to your house that very day, and when I saw you again, I got drunk. It wasn't from seeing Lao Xue, I got drunk because I saw you. You're like the goddess of my dreams, still so beautiful after all this time. When I learned that your situation was getting worse, my heart ached. Qing!" Uncle Zhang gently
called his mother's name, and she responded softly.
"So I took the plunge and brought you to my side. I really wanted to take care of you. But Lao Xue, to be honest, he's not a good fit for my company. I've argued with several of the company's bosses for ages about him. This promotion is the same."
His mother said softly, "Hmm, I heard from Zhang Qian and the others that you even slammed your fist on the table at the meeting and gave President Yang a good scolding?" Uncle
Zhang said proudly, "That's right. Yang Bing caused you trouble before, didn't he? I was so angry back then, I've been wanting to find a chance to teach him a lesson for daring to scold my Qingqing."
His mother then said, " "Who's your Qingqing? But it's really satisfying. It was clearly He Ping's fault, but he blamed me and even dragged me into his office to scold me, making her cry. Back then, Lao Xue was spineless; his own wife was being bullied, and he even advised me to let it go. If you hadn't asked about it that day, I really wouldn't have had anywhere to voice my grievances."
Uncle Zhang comforted his mother, saying, "Alright, alright, I heard about this while we were eating that day, so I went to find you. How dare he touch my goddess? That Yang Bing is a relative of the mayor; I can't touch him. He Ping, that bitch, I fired her right then and there. This time, for our happiness and to promote Lao Xue, Yang Bing actually jumped out again. Who else should I scold if not him? How dare he touch my woman? Even if he's a relative of the mayor, I won't let him get away with it."
The mother whispered, "Hold me tight. When He Ping left that day, I guessed it was you. I heard you scolded General Manager Yang at the meeting, and I just felt relieved. I never thought it was all because of me. Ping, I'm so happy, so blessed. Every time I lie in your arms, I feel so safe."
Uncle Zhang continued, "As for this time, Qing, do you know? After Lao Xue started working at the company, I realized he's really quite incompetent. I hope you're not upset that I'm saying this?"
The mother's voice came through, so cold, so desolate: "He's just incompetent. Back in our old workplace, he trained so many apprentices, and they all got promoted, but he's still stuck on the front lines. When it came to allocating housing, he was clearly qualified, but he didn't get any. I always thought that once I found a husband, all I had to do was serve him. He could handle all the storms outside. But what about him? He doesn't do anything, he doesn't even try to help." When people bully you, he just cowers like a turtle. Sometimes, after being mistreated outside, you come home and have nowhere to vent your frustrations. Then, when our old workplace needed people transferred to this terrible place, it was just my husband and me. In any family, only one person goes, and the other stays in the provincial capital. When they mentioned layoffs, it was both of us. At that time, I felt like dying. Old Yu, who lived next door, heard he was going to be laid off and stormed into the manager's office with a knife. And look what happened—he's still retired at our old workplace. Why am I so unlucky, living with such a good-for-nothing!"
Uncle Zhang quickly comforted his mother, "Who said I'm a good-for-nothing? I'll definitely protect Qingqing."
His mother said, "Who said that about you? Ugh, you're so annoying. You interrupt when people are sad."
Uncle Zhang chuckled and said, "With me, Zhang Liping, Qingqing can never be sad."
"Really!"
"Yes.
" "Alright, let's not talk about the past. I'm talking about Lao Xue. Lao Xue is too weak-willed. Several young people in the company don't know anything and just bully Lao Xue. I've found out several times that they give Lao Xue work, and if he does it well, they keep it for themselves. But Lao Xue is getting old, and he's gotten into trouble a few times. That's why Yang Bing and the others objected. I've talked to Lao Xue about it a few times. Lao Xue's personality, sigh. Now that we're together, I've been thinking about the day I can take you to Lao Xue and tell him, 'You, Qing, are my woman now. You should divorce her immediately. Qing belongs to me.'" The domineering tone in her words made me break out in a cold sweat.
But my mother seemed to enjoy it. She said sweetly, "Who agreed to that? You didn't ask me. Besides, what if Lao Xue suddenly has a fit?" My mother seemed to be teasing Uncle Zhang with an adoring tone.
Sure enough, I heard Uncle Zhang raise his voice: "He wouldn't dare! With him, if he attacks me, I'm not afraid at all. If he dares to touch a hair on your head, I'll cripple him with one hand. If I use connections, then I'm a coward. With his small frame, humph! So today, I don't know what came over me while we were doing this, I thought of telling him you're my woman, so I did it. Don't be afraid, look at my muscles. If he wakes up and dares to move, I'll just take him down without a word."
"Alright, I know you're strong. Why show off your muscles to a woman like me? I like you just the way you are, domineering and powerful. Hmm~" Before my mother could finish speaking, there was another roll around on the bed.
I finally fell asleep to the sounds of my mother and Uncle Zhang's physical struggle. When I woke up again, it was still dark. I heard my mother snoring softly from the bed. It seemed that my mother was really tired from the battle that night. I quietly crawled out from under the bed and found that Uncle Zhang was no longer there, so I went back to my room and had a good nap.
When I woke up again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. I went outside. My father was still fast asleep on the sofa. I glanced at my mother and saw that she had changed the sheets. She was lying on the bed and said to me, "Xiaojun, I twisted my ankle when I came back yesterday. Wake your dad up and go to class. The money is at the door; remember to buy breakfast."
I shook my father awake and went out, thinking: I didn't really twist my ankle; I pretended that Uncle Zhang had messed up my little hole and I couldn't walk. As a result, I was in a daze all day, my mind filled with the scene from last night, and my little brother kept getting erect.

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