Sinking Together 1-5

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"Teacher Wei, class is over!" Wei Zhen adjusted her black glasses, looked up, and saw
Xia Chuhua, the ninth-grade math teacher. She quickly nodded and smiled, replying, "Yes, Teacher Xia, see you later!" Then, clutching her books and a box
of chalk she hurried down the stairs.

Watching Wei Zhen's thin figure, Xia Chuhua sighed inwardly: Ah, Teacher Wei has it tough! Ms. Ding, a recent graduate from
teachers' college , noticed Xia Chuhua sighing as she watched Wei Zhen's retreating figure. She quickly walked over and asked softly,
"Ms. Xia, I've heard many people at school say that Ms. Wei is very pitiful. What's going on?"

Xia Chuhua and Ms. Ding's father were friends, so she explained as they walked, "Sigh, Ms. Wei
used to have a very happy family. Her husband ran a small business and made quite a bit of money. He even bought
a small truck. Five years ago, he was driving to buy goods when he had a car accident. He didn't die, but he became
paralyzed , losing all feeling in his lower body. The money he earned over those years, plus the money from selling the truck, was barely enough for the surgery.
After that, the whole family relied solely on Ms. Wei's salary. Think about it, a husband lying in bed all day unable to move,
and a son still in school to support—how could she not be pitiful?"

Wei Zhen, carrying a bag and a basket, wandered around the market. "Master, how much are these edamame?"

"Two yuan and fifty cents."

"I bought it for only 1.5 yuan yesterday, why is it so much more expensive? Can you give me a discount, sir?"...

As dusk approached, Wei Zhen finally arrived home. She first parked her bicycle by the yard, then went inside,
hung her bag on the wall, changed into slippers, and ran to the kitchen to get busy. The tap water in the sink was splashing beautifully on the green
vegetable leaves , but Wei Zhen had no mood to appreciate it. While washing the mud deep inside the leaves with her hands, she
called out into the house, "Xiao Dong, are you hungry? Mom will cook right away!"

A deep, muffled boy's voice came from inside the house: "Mom, I'm not hungry, you should rest for a while!"

The speaker was Wei Zhen's son, Hu Xiaodong. Wei Zhen had children relatively late, giving birth to Xiao Dong at the age of 28. He was
17 years old this year and was in his second year of high school at a key municipal high school. He was already 5 centimeters taller than his 1.63-meter-tall mother.

At this moment, Hu Guoqing, the former head of the household, was staring blankly at the television in his bedroom. He
liked watching whatever was on TV, even commercials and the news; what else could he do? He was three years younger than Wei Zhen,
and when he first saw her, he was deeply attracted by her elegant demeanor
. It took him three years to win her heart.

Although his parents had some reservations about him marrying someone three years older than him, this did not shake his
determination to cherish her for life. However, fate is unpredictable, and now, instead of cherishing her, his wife had
to serve him all day long.

Hu Xiaodong had just been startled by his mother. He was reading a pornographic novel at the time, but
the kids in his class were very good at dealing with their parents and teachers. They would wrap the pornographic novels in a cover with
the name of their textbooks written on it, such as physics, chemistry, or English. That way, if an adult suddenly barged in, they could
quickly , and an unobservant parent wouldn't notice.

Xiaodong was originally a well-behaved child, but even the best-behaved child goes through puberty. If their immune system isn't strong or they have
a few bad friends, they can easily go astray. Unfortunately, Xiaodong's best friend, Xia Yu
, was a troublemaker. They met at a Teacher's Day dinner at Weizhen School two years ago. The two football fans
hit it off immediately and became best friends.

Last summer, Xia Yu gave Xiaodong two tattered novels. Xiaodong
initially didn't want to read these messy books, but teenagers are naturally curious. He thought, "I'll just see
what's written in them; I won't go astray!"

So, he quickly became engrossed. Later, Xia Chuhe's family bought a VCR, and the two of them would often
get together on Sundays or during winter and summer vacations to watch pornographic videos that Xia Chuhe had hidden or that they had borrowed from friends. They
attended a prestigious key high school in the province because both of them had been top students in junior high. However, after entering
high school, Xia Yu went astray first, and Xiaodong followed suit.

Students in top-tier middle schools are mostly focused on their studies, unlike regular middle schools where scandals like
puppy love . The two often lamented, "When
will we finally be able to have a woman?" It was indeed too difficult for them now!

Wei Zhen first wiped Hu Guoqing's body, and while wiping his penis, she deliberately masturbated him dozens of times. While doing so, her other
hand gently massaged Guoqing's scrotum. She tried this every day, and a few times
when she was particularly aroused, she even gave Guoqing oral sex—something he used to beg her for every night, but she rarely agreed to do.
What if it got better? Although Guoqing couldn't move, as long as it got hard, she could sit on top of him!

She was a normal woman. These past few years had been difficult not only in her personal life but also as a woman; her long-term sexual desire
hadn't been satisfied. She was a teacher; she knew about masturbation, but she couldn't do it. If she did, she
would have no face to stand on the podium facing those children! At this time, Hu Guoqing would be particularly cooperative with his wife. Although he would deliberately look away or close
his eyes , he would strain his waist and deliberately recall
the passionate times he had made love with Wei Zhen in the past, hoping that his limp penis could regain its vigor. Wei Zhen was truly a good woman, a good wife!
If it were an ordinary woman, she would have divorced him and remarried long ago, but he had nothing to repay her with,
not even in bed.

As usual, their efforts failed again today. Guoqing finally said something he had wanted to say for a long time
: "Why don't you come over me and I'll use my mouth to help you!" Wei Zhen helped Hu Guoqing pull up his pants, her face ashen,
and threw the towel forcefully at his face before turning around and going back into the house.

Wei Zhen took off her white underwear from her legs, turned it over to look at the yellow stain in the middle, and smelled it.
Fortunately, there was no strange smell! She looked at herself in the mirror: years of hard work
had left many wrinkles on her 45-year-old face; wearing glasses for years had caused her nose to sag slightly, and crow's feet had crept around her eyes
. Although she confidently believed she still possessed her charm, she touched her
chest ; her once firm breasts were now noticeably sagging. Besides age, the lack of sexual intimacy was also a contributing factor.
Fortunately, her lower abdomen remained flat and fair, and her pubic hair was still lush and protective of her long
-dormant vagina.

Today was Saturday, no evening self-study. Listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, Hu Xiaodong tried to imagine
his mother's naked body inside, fantasizing that he could become a splashing water droplet, freely swimming across her skin.

Aside from a few female teachers at school, his mother was the only woman he could approach and admire closely every day. In
the summer , the busy Wei Zhen would occasionally peek out a little, which her son's thirsty eyes would catch.

Hu Xiaodong's heart pounded. He shook his head, standing on the living room threshold, looking at the dark night sky. There was no moon
tonight ; besides the darkness, only waves of oppressive heat washed over him. Hu Xiaodong glanced down and, in
the dim light of the living room bulb, saw a pair of black women's high heels leaning against the wall, with a pair of flesh-colored stockings stuffed inside
. Xiaodong's breathing quickened. He picked up the rolled-up stockings and gently sniffed them twice.
The mixture of sweat, leather, and the unique scent of his mother's feet filled his nostrils. He pressed the stockings tighter and inhaled
more deeply…

Wei Zhen was wearing … Wearing loose white pajamas, she entered the room and locked the door with a
click drying her hair while listening to her husband's words: "Zhenzhen, let's stop my medication.
I can't stand up anyway, whether I take it or not. Seeing you have to teach, do housework, and take care of the children every day, I'm not only unable to help you at all,
but I've become a burden to you. I'd rather be dead!"

Wei Zhen had considered divorce, but she couldn't bear to. She knew how much Guoqing loved her. If he couldn't see
her, if he thought about his body being played with and sexually assaulted by other men every day, he probably wouldn't live much longer!
Wei Zhen put down the hairdryer, smiled, walked over, and kissed her husband's forehead, saying like she was coaxing a child,
"Guoqing, stop thinking about all that nonsense. You want to divorce me? No way!"

Guoqing reached under her nightgown and pulled down half of Wei Zhen's underwear, looking at his wife earnestly
, "Zhenzhen, come on, it's okay. This should make you feel a little better. Trust me, I can do
it!"

Afraid of hurting her husband's feelings, Wei Zhen slowly took off her nightgown and underwear, climbed onto the bed, and
half-squatted . Guoqing looked at the alluring black pubic hair and
the red vulva glistening with moisture on her face, regretting that his penis could no longer enjoy this beautiful body! He stuck
out a few times, and Wei Zhen unconsciously shrank her body. "A little lower!" Guoqing said
, gently poking his wife's buttocks with his little finger. He knew his wife didn't like avant-garde things like anal sex, so
he only went in a little bit to add some fun.

The hot, wet vagina completely covered Guoqing's mouth. Guoqing
diligently explored the vagina, which smelled faintly fishy, with his tongue. Occasionally, he would suck on the salty, mostly red and dark labia. Weizhen
tried to control herself from crying out, but strange sounds still escaped her throat. Her sensitive and long-awaited
body suddenly opened the gates of desire, and a stream of fluid gushed out, overflowing her mysterious and alluring vagina and
Guoqing's mouth. Guoqing swallowed his wife's love juice while continuing his vigorous work. Weizhen's
orgasm came quickly. She didn't know whether it was excitement or sadness. Tears streaming down her face
, she rubbed her vagina against Guoqing's face, murmuring, "Guoqing, Guoqing, I love you!"

Guoqing's mouth and nose were covered in sticky fluid. He smiled happily. He had finally made his wife feel good
!

Wei Zhen was wiping a clump of paste-like discharge from her vagina when she suddenly heard a thud outside. She
quickly stood up, rushed to the door, and flung it open. The living room was pitch black; she couldn't see anything.
Guoqing said, "This house is old; rats often crawl in and out. Go to sleep!"

Wei Zhen turned back, closing the door as a thought crossed her mind: 'Could it be Xiaodong?'

As a middle school Chinese teacher, she was acutely aware of the allure of sex for a 17-year-old boy.
Parents couldn't be permissive nor completely suppress it; both approaches would harm the child. Of course, what constitutes
the best sex education? This is a question that China still hasn't fully understood! Wei Zhen felt the same way.
Sometimes she wanted to talk to her son, but she was, after all, a woman, and it wasn't appropriate to discuss these things with him. Guoqing would have been the most
suitable person to talk to, but given his current state, wouldn't discussing this only exacerbate his pessimistic mood? Besides strict discipline, Wei Zhen
could only hope that her son would grow up healthily on his own!

That same evening, at 6:45 PM, Xia Chuhe's family was having dinner. Xia Chuhe sat in the middle, his wife
Zhou Xia and son Zhou Yu on his left, and their daughter Xia Linlin on his right.

Zhou Xia would be 47 next month. She had a short, masculine haircut that made her look quite capable
. Although she had many freckles, her face wasn't unattractive. Her short-sleeved blue shirt was bulging high in the front,
and she wore a black knee-length skirt. Underneath her long, flesh-colored stockings were a pair of feet painted with red nail polish.
Although her feet were white, the soles were yellowed and had many calluses. She wore flip-flops.

Zhou Xia was the head of the household because Xia Chuhe was poor; since marrying her, he had only had a
meager salary. This duplex apartment was bought with money from Zhou Xia's business; the downstairs had four bedrooms and a living room, and the upstairs had two more bedrooms.

Although Xia Chuhe was already 50, he still looked dashing. His handsome, square face was framed by a
side- , and with a pair of glasses, he appeared both refined and elegant. Zhou Xia had pursued
him for two years before finally winning him over.

17-year-old Xia Yu looked a lot like his father, except his eyes were a bit small, giving him a slightly mischievous look.

Xia Linlin was Xia Chuhe's daughter from his previous marriage. For some reason, she didn't inherit her father's intelligence at all. She
wasn't playful in school, but her grades were always low. Xia Chuhe had no choice but to send her to a vocational high school. She
graduated last year, stayed home for half a year, and this year started working at a department store counter. Not only was she not very bright,
but she also didn't know how to dress herself. The 19-year-old girl wasn't even as fashionable as her stepmother, Zhou Xia. She wore a
plain white t-shirt, faded jeans, and slightly worn
sneakers.

Zhou Xia kept putting ribs and pieces of fish with few bones into her son's bowl. Xia Chuhe hesitated, wanting to say something, but he also wanted to...
She hesitated to serve her daughter any food, fearing Zhou Xia would accuse her of deliberately going against her. Fortunately, Xia Linlin was already used to her stepmother
's favoritism and scolding. She lived quietly in the house, and thankfully, her father would often
show her some care when her stepmother wasn't around, preventing her from running away.

At nine o'clock, Zhou Xia entered the room from the bathroom. She chose a pair of lace panties and wore only
a nightgown before climbing into bed. For some reason, the older she got, the more her cravings seemed to grow. Now, every day after showering, Zhou Xia
longed for Xia Chuhe to strip her naked and have a good, hard time with her, preferably with some pain. Was she
really the kind of woman people described as "not wild at thirty, wild at forty, and still wild at fifty"?

Unfortunately, Xia Chuhe, whether due to age or aesthetic fatigue, only had sex with Zhou Xia about
once , and each time it was a quick and unsatisfying affair, lacking his former vigor.

While taking a shower, Zhou Xia calculated the date. Their last sexual encounter was on a Monday, and according to "usual," today should be
the start of the workday. She said to Xia Chuhe, who was lying on the bed reading, "Old Xia, stop reading and give me a massage.
My whole body feels sore and uncomfortable!"

Saying this, she took off her pajamas, leaving only a pair of
underwear . Xia Chuhe could indeed see it, but he still couldn't get excited. That's how people are; even if
you eat shark fin, bird's nest, and Australian lobster three times a day, every single day, not many people can stand it!

Xia Chuhe was a normal person, and his sex drive was quite strong. It's just that he had been with Zhou Xia's body far too many times.
Both of them had strong sex drives, and since their marriage, the number of times they had sex must have been in the thousands. Xia Chuhe now felt
absolutely no desire for this body, except for the routine
sex every now and then to maintain their relationship! Xia Chuhe ignored his wife's sexy underwear, pinched it for about twenty minutes, then said he felt a bit stuffy
and went out in his slippers!

Zhou Xia, on the other hand, looked like a resentful woman with a livid face and went to sleep with her head turned inwards. Zhou Yu, who was outside the door, saw his father get up and
ran back to his room barefoot in fright, feeling very annoyed by his father's "inaction," and missing another chance to see
his parents make love!

Wei Zhen was used to getting up at six o'clock every day. After getting up,
she would wash up, then buy breakfast and put it on the table for her son to take and eat when he got up. She would then put her husband's toiletries and breakfast on the bedside, and then ride her
bicycle for 30 minutes to school for work.

Hu Guoqing usually woke up naturally around nine o'clock. Because it was Sunday, Wei Zhen
slept in for an extra 40 minutes, which was unusual. Last night, she was thinking about how busy she had been lately and hadn't checked on her son's studies for several days.
It was too late then, and she was afraid of disturbing her son's rest, so she didn't go to the bathroom. She had just hurriedly washed her face, not even having
time to apply face cream, before pushing open her son's door. She was very domineering in checking his studies, rummaging through his schoolbag and drawers whenever she wanted
, and Xiaodong dared not show any displeasure.

Wei Zhen pushed open the slightly ajar door, not looking at her son on the bed, but immediately starting to look through the various workbooks in his schoolbag
. He wasn't too disappointed; although there hadn't been much progress, he hadn't fallen behind either. As long as he maintained these
grades, a second-rate university was still possible. Wei Zhen didn't have high expectations for her son; after all, geniuses
were rare, and her son's intelligence was only slightly above average. If he could get into university and find a decent job
in the future, she would consider all her years of hard work worthwhile.

After rearranging the books and notebooks she had messed up, Wei Zhen got up and walked to her son's bedside, slowly
sitting on the edge. Coincidentally, her son, who had been curled up like a shrimp sleeping inwards, had just changed position,
sprawled out on his back, continuing to sleep soundly, his mouth moving as if chewing something.

Wei Zhen looked at her son, whose face had grown fine whiskers and was no longer childish, and couldn't help but smile
gently , like a farmer seeing the harvest of hard-earned crops, revealing a beautiful, shallow
dimple. Looking further down, she suddenly blushed. Her son had rolled over, pulling the blanket over him onto the side of the bed
, exposing his entire lower body to her view. First, there were his two long, thick thighs,
covered in dense, dark hair, exuding a strong masculine aura. Even more embarrassing
was the fact that he was only wearing a tight, light blue brief between his legs. Perhaps due to needing to urinate, the brief was stretched
high, like an old-fashioned umbrella half-open.

She had bought this brief for her son at the mall two years ago. Seeing that the quality was decent, she had
chosen one of three colors: black, red, and light blue. Perhaps from too many washes, the light blue had now turned almost white, and...
and was very transparent. Wei Zhen didn't dare look closely, but in that one glance, she couldn't deny seeing her son's
large, protruding glans! Moreover, the pubic hair that was usually completely covered when the penis wasn't erect was now mostly exposed because
the underwear had bunched up in the middle!

Wei Zhen quickly got up and walked out, feeling her face burning and her heart pounding as she walked.
A strange thought involuntarily popped into her mind: it seemed to be much bigger than Hu Guoqing's!

Xia Chuhe closed the door and went to check on his son's room first. The light was off, so he must be asleep. He could only describe his feelings
for his son as utter despair. As for his son's college entrance exam, he had no hope for him anymore
. As long as he didn't cause trouble, that was fine. Anyway, with his doting motherly love, he had money and a business, so his son would just have to follow in his mother's footsteps
.

He then went to his daughter's room to see if she was asleep. He felt ashamed towards his daughter. Ever since his ex-wife
disappeared and he remarried, his daughter had been suffering at the hands of Zhou Xia. Although he tried his best
to give his daughter what she needed without Zhou Xia finding out, it still couldn't make up for the severe trauma her childhood had caused. What he felt even more ashamed about was that the way he looked at his
daughter was no longer innocent!

This actually happened not long ago. While learning about the internet, which was just becoming popular in China, he
inadvertently came across pornographic literature. As a teacher, he was initially strongly opposed to it. Out of
curiosity, he read more than ten pieces. After reading them, he felt that the authors were too ignorant and shallow. Could this really be called literature
? It was just a pile of garbage, meaningless words piled up! But
he was captivated by a novel depicting incest between father and daughter. Perhaps the author had a good literary foundation. The novel was beautifully written, erotic but not vulgar,
describing the incestuous sex between father and daughter in a poetic and stimulating way.

From then on, he often searched for similar novels online. He wasn't particularly fond of incest, but only
this kind of bloody incest between relatives that crossed the moral line could keep his desire for sex alive! Because now
, even seeing Zhou Xia's naked body made him unable to get an erection, and sometimes it even took Zhou Xia a long time to get an erection with oral sex!

Xia Linlin wasn't like most girls who cared about beauty or were delicate. She didn't even sleep like a typical girl,
often forgetting to lock the door. However, her room was on the second floor, and apart from her father, the other two people in the family rarely
came upstairs. Her so-called younger brother was like a stranger to her.

Afraid of waking his wife, Xia Chuhe took
his slippers and tiptoed up the stairs. By the dim light coming through the crack in the door, he knew that his careless
daughter hadn't locked the door again. He prepared his words: "Linlin, from now on, you must
remember It's not safe for a girl to sleep like this. The world outside is so chaotic these days!"

Xia Chuhe was very satisfied with his words. Yes, that's what he said! He gently pushed open the door. Instead of the usual sweet fragrance of a boudoir, the room
reeked of alcohol. Xia Chuhe's eyes immediately fell on
an empty beer bottle on the bedside table. He sighed, thinking, "It must have been Zhou Xia's relentless piling food onto Xia Yu's plate during dinner
that provoked her! Ah, if only I had been braver and given my daughter some food too!"

Xia Linlin's face was flushed; she seemed to be fast asleep, even snoring. Xia Chuhe shook his head
. It seemed his daughter would have a hard time finding a good husband!

Xia Chuhe turned and gently closed the door. His reason was that it wasn't good to be in his daughter's room so late; it wasn't safe for anyone
to see . But this was home, and his daughter lived upstairs—who could possibly see them? Whether the reason was
valid or not, he closed the door anyway. The lamp was too dim, so he turned it up slightly. Why brighten it
? What was he looking for? He didn't know. Perhaps no reason was needed!

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