Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Note: First published on external website: May 12, 2015

Lightning flashed across the dark night sky from time to time, followed by a rumble of thunder a few seconds later. The rain had not yet fallen, but the strong wind carrying a little moisture dispersed the heat of the summer night, and the people in the neighborhood who had been cooling off had long since returned to their homes.

"...Okay... I know, phew, I bought it... I'll be home soon... You and Mom eat first... Yes, okay, don't rush me, I'm angry. I ran out to buy this in this weather just to please your mom... Ah!

... It's okay, it's all your fault. You made me trip over a stone... Yeah, I'm back... I... I'll hang up now..."

In the dimly lit stairwell, a sexy, tall woman pressed one hand against the wall, her other hand having just hung up the phone. The woman's body was being assaulted by a certain force, the light from the phone illuminating her beautiful, flushed face. Her smooth, long hair was slightly disheveled, and her clothes heaved violently. Suddenly, a man's hand emerged from the neckline of her t-shirt, grabbing her smooth chin and twisting her face, tormented by desire, to the side.

The woman, her voice low and coquettish, pleaded, "Hurry up... ahh... my husband's getting impatient... ah... you jerk, didn't we do it at the company during the day... oh... so deep... how many times are you going to... do it... this day...?"

Lightning flashed again, and the face of an extremely handsome young man appeared behind the woman. The man said flippantly, "Then let your husband come down and see, see how his sexy wife is not only fucked by me at the company, but also fucked by me downstairs at home before going home." The young man savagely pushed up the woman's t-shirt, revealing her alluring, fair body and her full, elastic breasts. The lust in the young man's eyes intensified, and he began to thrust wildly and rapidly, his penis moving faster and faster in and out of the woman's wet, hot vagina. The woman skillfully adjusted the angle of her body, allowing the penis to move in and out even more smoothly.

"Ah...ah...no...I'm going to die...you can't do this...oh...too hard...no...really...I can't go on like this..."

But the young man, now aroused, was unlikely to stop. He completely ignored the sexy woman's struggles and protests, instead intensifying the kneading of her full, sexy breasts. His thrusting became more skillful, a series of shallow and deep strokes, rotating and grinding, each withdrawal bringing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

"Hehehe, your breasts are almost as big as DouDou's. It seems your husband hasn't wasted his resources." The man lewdly pinched the woman's engorged nipples with his fingers, tugging at them like milking a cow.

"It hurts... my husband is so protective of my... breasts..." The woman's vagina tightened at the mention of "breasts." "He always... so gently... so gently touches... so gently sucks... unlike you... it hurts so much... you've squeezed them so hard they're about to burst..." She was conflicted. Having an affair with the young CEO from her company downstairs made her feel utterly depraved. She wanted to enjoy it, yet dared not be as unrestrained as she was in the office. She knew her itchy nipples were hard as if about to explode. Every time the man roughly pulled, it made her both anxious and itchy. The lust burning from her genitals was consuming her reason and soul.

The woman's words did not elicit any pity from the man. The young man felt her cervix begin to contract, realizing she was reaching orgasm, and suddenly pulled his wet penis out.

"Why... did you come out..." Before the woman could finish her protest, the man turned her around, her red lips falling into his domineering kiss, her delicate tongue being roughly sucked.

The young man gripped the woman's long, slender thighs, caressing them against her exquisitely soft stockings. He lifted her up forcefully, and the woman, with perfect understanding, leaped gracefully, her stockinged legs clamping around the man's strong waist. Her high-heeled sandals clashed behind him. The man, controlling his erection, pressed it against the woman's sticky vaginal opening, and said in a low voice, "Beg me..."

"No..." the woman retorted stubbornly, her hips twisting as if trying to swallow the man's burning penis.

The man chuckled, holding the woman's thighs firmly to prevent her from succeeding. He lowered his head, thrusting his tongue between her breasts, which glowed white even in the night, his nimble tongue like a snake, nibbling and licking the fragrant nipples with his teeth and tongue.

"Bastard...you're a big bastard..." the woman cried, grabbing the man's head and pressing her breasts against his face.

Taking advantage of his strong physique, the man released the woman's trembling nipple from his mouth, his penis pointing upwards, pressing the shaft against the sensitive nipple that had already emerged from her labia, sliding up and down with the help of the lustful fluid on his penis.

"Ah...you...you...you're so bad..."

the woman said coquettishly, hesitant to speak, her expression a mixture of wanting to moan loudly but fearing that the neighbors would hear, her desire unbearable. The man couldn't help but sigh sincerely, "Before we got married, I thought fucking you was just so-so, but after you got married, how come you've become so charming?"

"You bastard who likes to play with other people's wives." The woman spoke quickly and urgently, a sly glint suddenly flashing in her eyes. She flirtatiously tossed her thick, long hair, then suddenly cried out seductively, "Handsome, fuck Mommy, quick...oh oh...Mommy's pussy is so itchy, fuck me quickly...ah!"

Amidst the woman's suppressed screams, the young man's engorged penis viciously plunged all the way into her thirsty cunt.

"Bitch, slut, don't you dare imitate her!" The man frantically punished the misbehaving woman with his penis, each time pulling it to the vaginal opening before ruthlessly thrusting it all the way in, the "slap slap" sounds of flesh becoming increasingly intense.

"Yes... just like that, so good... Mom is so happy... my son's cock... finally inside... the place that gave birth to you... so strong... so good, husband... I've been fucked senseless by this wild man, it's so beautiful... ahh..."

The male and female genitals collided, the penis penetrating deep into the honey hole and bringing out waves of milky white nectar, the "glug glug" sounds repeating incessantly.

"Ah...hum...oh...oh...it's so deep...um...um...my pussy is so sore...ah...it's all the way in...Mommy...I...I have no strength left...hum...uh...my dear son, you're so good at fucking...Mommy's going to cum...my son's going to fuck Mommy to orgasm...ahhh..." Her tender flower core was being rapidly touched by the large glans, like the heavy rain outside, making her so beautiful that she completely forgot where she was. Her snow-white and alluring buttocks kept swaying up and down, as if welcoming or trying to escape the man's violent fucking. Her vagina, which was tightening more and more, felt the strong contractions and spasms of her uterus. The penis inside her flesh hole swelled up a size, and the glans pressed against the flower core that was constantly sucking . As soon as the urethral opening opened, the man roared and waves of hot semen gushed into the woman's uterus, which had already begun to contract...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh" The heavy rain continued to fall, and the night was occasionally illuminated by lightning.

The man squatted down, poked around inside the woman's vagina with his fingers, turned on his phone, held up his wet, sticky fingers in front of her, and laughed, "Look, it was milky white this morning, but now it's all translucent. I'll die inside your cunt sooner or later."

The woman slapped the young man, picked up the plastic bag scattered on the ground, stuffed several cans of fermented rice balls back in, took out a piece of white paper from the bag, wiped her crotch a few times, bit her lip, and stuffed the entire piece of white paper into the man's underwear. Seeing the man's bulging pants, she covered her mouth and giggled.

The young man shook his head and muttered, "You're heartless after pulling out your penis..." "Hmph, enough rambling, let's go." The woman quickly straightened her clothes, saw the young man leaning lazily against the wall watching her, smiled and leaned closer, saying softly, "Alright, be good, let's go home. Today is a holiday you should spend with your mother." An unnatural expression appeared on the young man's face, and he said in a low voice, "He's back." The woman paused for a moment, then snuggled affectionately into the man's arms: "No matter what, he's still your father." "He's not my father."

The woman, oblivious to the man's underlying meaning, pushed herself away from his embrace. "I can't waste any more time here with you. I must be crazy to do this to you... Okay, let's go home. See you tomorrow." "Sigh, it's much more exciting at the company," the young man chuckled mischievously.

"Get lost, as if you've never done this before." The woman blushed deeply, picked up the plastic bag, and ignored the young man's teasing, stomping upstairs.

The young man stood in the stairwell. After a while, he heard a burst of cheers and laughter from the upstairs door, mixed with a man's disgruntled reproach. The door slammed shut, silencing all sound.

The young man quickly ran out of the building and jumped into his Mercedes parked by the roadside. Looking back, he saw a large bouquet of carnations in the back seat. He wasn't sure if it was because he had run so fast, or something else, but his heart was pounding too hard.

"Phew." He let out a long breath, stepped on the gas, and the Mercedes sped away, cutting through the rain.

In a high-end villa district on the other side of the city, in the second-floor bedroom of one of the villas, orange light shone through the gaps in the tightly closed curtains, and the wall lamps made the lewdness in the room impossible

to hide. A tall woman was on all fours on the bed, her full breasts hanging like teardrops on her chest, swaying back and forth. Her waist was exaggeratedly narrow, and her body lines widened outwards at her buttocks. Her round buttocks were raised high, and the thick flesh of her buttocks was being squeezed and kneaded by a pair of large hands, leaving red marks. Her engorged, red labia were wrapped around a dark, large penis, which was passively turned in and out with each thrust. Long, wavy

hair covered the woman's face, and only her slightly hoarse moans proved that her sweaty body was already overwhelmed. "Slap!" The man suddenly pressed his whole body against the woman's back and reached for her chest. He slapped her breasts without mercy, causing them to bounce back and forth.

"Hehehe, how's my cock, honey?" A middle-aged man appeared in the vanity mirror beside the bed. He had slightly dark skin, a buzz cut, and a nouveau riche-looking gold chain around his neck.

"Yes, I love my cock the most, honey," the woman mumbled sleepily. "

While you were away on your business trip, did you masturbate? Did you use that treasure I bought you?" "..."

The woman's silence was a provocation to the man behind her. He lifted her waist slightly, his penis penetrating deeply. Then, with minimal in-and-out movement, his penis pumped in and out of her messy vagina like a motor. The tender flesh deep inside her vagina was unbearably itchy from the agonizing friction of the large glans. The contractions of her vaginal muscles conveyed the changes in her body.

"Husband...it itches...husband...don't...it'll...it'll...make me pee...ah...please...ah..." The woman hugged the pillow, burying her head in it, like an ostrich thinking no one would hear her anymore, and cried out loudly, "Husband...my pussy is numb...I'm going to cum again...it's so itchy...I've reached my climax..." The man was very proud; this was a trick he had honed on countless innocent women. He supported the woman's body and continued to sway, his head looking at the violently shaking breasts in the vanity mirror, flowing and undulating like waves.

The woman's whole body was limp, her body no longer under her control, her nipples erect, her breasts fuller, her legs constantly clamping and spreading, her juices flowing down in streams. Her hazy eyes saw herself being fucked by her husband in the vanity mirror through her long hair that was spread across her face. The intense stimulation made this beautiful woman tightly cover her mouth with the pillow, letting out continuous whimpers.

At this moment, the sound of a car entering the yard came from outside the window, followed by the sound of the headlights turning off and the car door opening and closing.

The middle-aged man's breathing suddenly quickened, his eyes reddened, and a look of extreme excitement flashed across his face. A lewd smile appeared on his face as he looked at his beautiful wife, who was like a bitch beneath him.

Zhang Shuai closed the car door and stood in the rain. Looking up, he saw the faint light coming from his parents' room. He hesitated to go in until a chill ran through him, then slowly moved to the doorway. He stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned back to the car, took out the bouquet of carnations, and finally took out his keys and pushed open the door.

A strong smell of bodily fluids hit him. Zhang Shuai frowned and turned on the living room light. A suitcase and a men's briefcase were scattered beside the shoe cabinet, along with a silver-gray women's handbag. One of the men's shoes was by the flowerbed at the bottom of the stairs, and the other was surprisingly on the living room sofa a few meters away from the doorway. The carpet at the bottom of the stairs was wrinkled, and the torn half-cup of a black lace bra stung Zhang Shuai's eyes. His hand, holding the carnations to his chest, suddenly dropped as if losing its weight, scattering many delicate petals. Zhang Shuai squatted down to pick up the bra, only to find a large puddle of yellowish-white semen on the carpet, perfectly concealed by the bra. Enraged, Zhang Shuai slammed the bra to the ground, his mind uncontrollably replaying the events that had transpired there. The woman greeted the man upon his return from his business trip; the man, abandoning everything, chased after her while taking off his shoes. When he caught her at the stairwell, her skirt was lifted to her waist, her panties pulled aside, and the man unzipped his pants, quickly thrusting his penis into her exquisite vagina. He ripped off her bra, enjoying her large breasts with his hands and her vagina with pleasure, finally ejaculating his thick semen into her body… Zhang Shuai slowly walked upstairs to the second floor, inexplicably standing at the door of his parents' bedroom. The room was eerily quiet. Just as Zhang Shuai was puzzled, a loud bang came from the door, startling him so much that he almost dropped the carnations he was holding. His mother's voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"...Zhang Kui, don't do this, um... let's go back to bed... it's so embarrassing..." The mother seemed to have her mouth covered, and after a long while, her voice came out again: "Zhang Kui... you've done it so many times today... can you rest first?... don't tire yourself out... ah! be gentle... oh..." "How does it feel to look in the mirror like this?" Zhang Shuai was disgusted by the smugness and lewdness in the man's tone.

"Really, you hung such a big mirror behind the door just to make me... I won't say it..." a charming and seductive voice said.

"Make you what? Say it, wife, if you don't say it, your husband will do it again like last time." "No, no, it hurts so much."

"Does it hurt? I don't feel it, it seems like someone is having so much pleasure that they fainted. Hahaha..." "You bad guy."

"Will you say it or not?"

"Let me... let me see how you fuck me... see how your cock fucks my cunt... ah!" A scream, followed by the violent "slap slap" sound of flesh and the man's rough growl.

"Wife, your pussy feels so good..."

"Ahhh...you're so cruel...you just...inserted...into...your little pussy is...ruined..."

"Wife, you're so horny..."

"No...I'm not horny at all...your cock is so hot..."

"Those two bastards trained you so well...tell me, did your ex-husband ever enjoy you being this horny?"

"Don't talk about him, please...my pussy is numb again...husband...fuck me harder..." "Tell me, I want to hear, did your ex-husband ever enjoy your trained horny pussy? Tell me, or your husband will punish you!"

"No..."

Zhang Shuai felt cold all over. He had no idea about the painful things his mother had experienced in the past, and he had told this man everything. The things that had embarrassed his mother to the point of wanting to commit suicide had now become a topic of stimulating lust during their intercourse. Mom, is this still you? Does this man make you so obsessed? Warm images kept playing in Zhang Shuai's mind: his mother gently preparing breakfast for him, tenderly reminding him of his studies, and tidying his disheveled collar...

When Zhang Shuai came back to his senses, all he could hear was his mother's lewd moans.

"Husband, don't go in too deep, be gentle... it hurts a little... hiss... it's so full... huff huff..." "Hahaha, so lewd, wife! I love your bitch-like body to death. My only regret is that I didn't participate in this perfect training process, hahaha... you slut..." "Don't move... husband, let me get used to it... huff... it's better now, husband, fuck me, my pussy is fine now, you can fuck me..."

"Look in the mirror, look at your lewd expression."

"Don't say that to me, husband..."

"Wife, you little slut, I want to move together, okay?"

"You... you bad guy, I've already let you put it in together and you still deliberately ask me..." "Then tell me, is the real thing better, or the fake one? Hahaha..." "Slap slap"

"Oh... no... it's uncomfortable... husband, don't do this..." Zhang Shuai remembered that there was a realistic dildo in his mother's room drawer. He could already imagine what the man was doing to his mother. His hands trembled as he gripped the doorknob. Zhang Shuai decided to rush in and not let the man humiliate his mother like this.

"Ah...husband, move together like this...ah...so good...my asshole too...feels good...husband, my pussy and asshole feel so good...ah...oh...don't turn, don't turn...ah...it hurts...it feels so good...ah..."

Zhang Shuai staggered backward, walking listlessly to the small living room on the second floor. He suddenly threw the carnation behind the sofa, covered his face, and slumped onto the sofa. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sex battle in the bedroom was getting more and more intense. The sound of the rain mixed with the slapping sounds of the man and woman's flesh fighting, but it couldn't cover up the mother's hysterical moans. Zhang Shuai sat quietly, reaching out to turn on the wall lamp. He didn't know why he was sitting there. He wanted to see what his mother would look like when she came out, to see how aroused she would be after being aroused by a man. But he mentally rebuked himself for having such filthy thoughts... "I just want to sit here and rest for a while..." Half an hour passed, and the bedroom finally quieted down, with occasional soft grumbling and complaints from his mother. After a while, the door opened, and his mother, casually wearing a white camisole nightgown, walked out, one hand holding her long, wavy hair, the other covering her lower body. When she saw her son sitting in the small living room, she exclaimed.

"Ah! Little...Little Shuai...you're back..."

Zhang Shuai firmly memorized his mother's sexy appearance at that moment, turned his head to look elsewhere, and replied, "I just came in."

"Oh." His mother nodded, then suddenly realized her indecent attire, blushed, and said softly,

"Mom's going to take a shower first, you...oh right, don't come upstairs yet, I have something to ask you after I'm done." Watching his mother hurriedly run into the bathroom, Zhang Shuai smiled slightly, and soon the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened again, and Zhang Kui walked out gleefully, his pants unbuckled. Zhang Shuai's face instantly darkened. Zhang Kui plopped down on the sofa, took out a cigarette pack from under the coffee table, lit one, took a deep drag with smug satisfaction, rolled it around in his mouth a few times, and then blew it at Zhang Shuai. Zhang Shuai waved his hand in disgust, scattering the smoke.

"Haha, they say 'a cigarette after the deed is like heaven,' that's fucking true." Zhang Kui leaned back, sitting more comfortably. "You heard everything just now?" "Hmph." "

Hahaha, stop pretending, we both know, only your mother still thinks you're her innocent little kid, hahaha, hilarious."

Zhang Shuai pounced on Zhang Kui, his eyes red, his hands gripping Zhang Kui's neck, growling, "If you dare to mess with my mother like that again, I'll definitely kill you, fuck your mother!" Zhang Kui looked at Zhang Shuai's angry face indifferently, scoffing, "Fuck your mother? Yeah, I was indeed fucking your mother, you're right."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll..."

"I'll what?" Zhang Kui interrupted Zhang Shuai, continuing, "Beat me up? Kill me?" Zhang Kui shook off Zhang Shuai's hands from his neck, shoved Zhang Shuai into the sofa, and said disdainfully:

"Your mother is completely subservient to me now. Do you think she can live without me? I've been serving her cunt so well, do you think she can live without my cock? You're so naive!"

Zhang Shuai panted heavily, glaring fiercely at the shameless man in front of him, his mind already calculating the consequences if he actually killed him.

"Heh, don't be angry. Seeing how upset you are today, I'll tell you something you'll be interested in." Zhang Kui held up three fingers. "The third time, the third time I asked your mother out, I fucked her. Don't glare at me anymore, or I'm not going to say a word."

Zhang Shuai lowered his eyes, looking at the lighter on the coffee table.

Zhang Kui curled the corners of his mouth and continued, "I think I took her to see a movie that day, but I forgot exactly what it was, maybe a Hollywood sci-fi film, and there were quite a lot of people... Anyway,

that wasn't really my intention. I could tell from your mom's outfit that she wanted to get fucked, hehe, don't glare at me. The first two times I went out with her, she wore those long pants, and although I pretended to accidentally touch her butt, I really couldn't fuck her... Sorry, I digress. When the movie started, I put my arm around your mom, even though she said no, no, but how could I let such a beautiful body go? So I told her that the people in front would hear, haha, we sat in the very corner, I did it on purpose. Your mom stopped resisting, I was still somewhat innocent back then..."

Zhang Shuai chuckled like Zhang Kui, but didn't say anything.

"Damn, don't laugh. Back then, with my kind of personality, I wouldn't just take any woman out and fuck her whenever I wanted. Only with your mom, that day I only touched her breasts through her clothes. Even though your mom was holding onto her collar, how could she stop my attack? Haha, so I quickly reached in and slipped my hand inside her bra to grab your mom's amazing big breasts. Damn, I still remember it vividly because those breasts were just too perfect, fleshy and elastic. When I pinched her nipples, ah ha, they immediately hardened like peanuts..." Zhang Shuai told himself he should close his ears, but he just couldn't muster any strength in his hands.

"...After touching her breasts for a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I went to touch her stockinged thighs. Your mom was clamped so tightly, but when I pulled her nipple, her body trembled, and her legs loosened a little. My hand squeezed between your mom's thighs. Tsk tsk, those thighs are top-notch..." "You bastard, you actually dared to...do that to her in the movie theater..." Zhang Shuai clenched his fists, all the muscles in his body tense.

"Damn, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't care about other people's feelings?" Zhang Kui said righteously, but his expression suddenly turned lewd. "I just used my fingers to play with your mom's panties until they were wet. I care a lot about your mom's feelings. How could I fuck her in front of so many people?"

Zhang Shuai picked up the cigarette pack on the coffee table in frustration, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

"At the movie theater, my hands were practically glued to your mom's bra. I made her feel like a prostitute. By the time the movie ended, she was so weak she could barely walk. So, after helping her into the car, I was planning to go to a hotel, but you little rascal called wanting to get some late-night snacks. As soon as your mom heard about you, she snapped out of it and started urging me to go home. Okay, fine, let's go home. I was thinking of having some car sex, but I know how congested this area is. I had nowhere to vent my frustration, and even when we got to your neighborhood, I still couldn't find a good place to have sex. But I wasn't willing to just let your mom go home like that. So, I pretended to be pitiful and said, 'Since we're here, let's walk around for a bit first.' Your mom hesitated for a moment but then agreed."

Hehe, I bet she wasn't happy being fucked by me back then. I took her hand and led her into those corners, found a quiet spot in the small garden, pinned her against a tree and started kissing and touching her. That's when I realized your mother's stockings were all wet, she really is a thirsty mature woman. With my 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw'... haha..." Zhang Kui seemed very proud of his description, laughed and continued, "Under my divine skill, your mother instantly lost the strength to push me away, only able to moan 'no no no'. I seized the opportunity, pulled down your mother's panties, and directly shoved my cock in. Fuck, guess what? As soon as I went in, your mother orgasmed, hahaha, how long has it been since she's been fucked by a cock... because I was so excited, I only fucked for half an hour before shooting my seed inside."

Zhang Kui stroked his chin, as if still savoring the moment: "Then I took your mother upstairs, but seeing your mother's swaying ass from behind, I got aroused again, so..." "I can't remember how long it's been, but your mother was so lewd. She kept saying 'Don't do this, my son will hear,' but her big ass was shaking so violently. Luckily I ejaculated once, otherwise she would have come after a few thrusts..." Zhang Shuai's eyelids twitched. He remembered it vividly. At that time, he had his ear pressed tightly against the door, listening to his mother being brutally fucked by a man while he, naked, masturbated his reddened penis, finally ejaculating on the floor. When his mother came in, neither of them noticed the other's unnatural expression, each with their own ulterior motives. After his mother went into the bathroom, Zhang Shuai quickly wiped up what was on the floor.

"Did you find it exciting? Hahaha..." Zhang Kui laughed loudly.

"You're a scoundrel."

Zhang Kui chuckled, his expression slowly turning contemptuous. "You live in my house, drive my car, and even the company was given to you by me. Yet, instead of being grateful, you act as if I killed your whole family."

Zhang Shuai laughed in return. "You think I care about what you've given me?" "Heh, not bad. With such a rich cousin, and his concern for your mother and you, you certainly wouldn't care about money. But... have you forgotten how I managed to get your mother? If it weren't for someone like you..." "Good son, how could I have had the chance to sleep with your beautiful mother? If you hadn't told me about your mother's feelings for me from time to time, how could I have changed my behavior and speaking style accordingly? If you hadn't noticed that your mother's panties got wet after seeing me, how could I have grasped your mother's already aroused heart? Zhang Kai, I really should thank you. Although your mother remarried me with you, have I ever mistreated you? It seems like my only request of you was that you changed your name. Luckily, I share the same surname as your biological father, Zhang. Humph, ungrateful." Zhang Shuai's face turned ashen as he listened to Zhang Kui's words.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom subside, Zhang Kui sat down next to Zhang Shuai and said with unprecedented seriousness, "I don't deny that I'm a successful hoodlum, but since the day I married your mother, I haven't gone out to play with another woman. Whether you believe it or not, I've always been loyal to your mother." Zhang Shuai wanted to refute, but the expression on his stepfather's face left him speechless. Zhang Shuai knew that he had already believed what he said.

Zhang Kui stood up: "I'm going to take a shower. Oh, right, hehe, you should actually be happy for your mother. Look at her now, if she went out with you, she would only praise your sister for being sexy and beautiful... This morning when I had your mother pick me up at the airport, I had someone install something on your computer. Go back to your room and take a look. Oh, by the way, I slept with your mother once in the airport restroom, and she peed, hahaha..." The bathroom door opened just then, and Zhang Shuai saw his mother covering her chest with her hands and quickly running into the bedroom. Zhang Kui went into the bathroom and called out before closing the door: "Wife, get me a change of clothes." Zhang Shuai felt exhausted and stood up to leave, but then he saw his mother come out wearing a blue nightgown with a sweatshirt over it.

His mother's face was a little red, perhaps from the hot water after her shower. Zhang Shuai sat back down, looking at his mother sitting beside him, his eyes darting to her calves under her skirt, and he suddenly noticed that her skin had turned whiter.

To support her alcoholic father, her mother had worked tirelessly outside the home, her skin a tanned complexion. Years of physical labor had made her incredibly fit, unlike most women her age who suffer from sagging skin and breasts. She seemed to defy aging, even better maintained than some celebrities. Zhang Shuai wondered if the tonics Zhang Kui often gave his mother had anything to do with it. Looking at his mother, he saw that her years of pampered life had given her an air of elegance. Although Zhang Kui was a scoundrel, he was undeniably devoted to his mother, except in matters of the heart… Thinking of this, Zhang Shuai felt his penis, which had ejaculated several times that day, tremble, as if about to revive.

“Mom, what did you want to tell me?” The atmosphere between them was awkward, and Zhang Shuai could only speak.

“Oh… your second cousin called you, but you didn’t answer, so he called me to ask.” His mother answered softly.

Zhang Shuai took out his phone and realized it was on airplane mode. He had switched it off while “doing business” with his female subordinate and forgotten to switch it back. “My phone is on silent. I’ll call my cousin back later.” Another silence followed.

"Xiao Shuai, uh..."

His mother's hesitant stammering piqued Zhang Shuai's curiosity. Watching his mother awkwardly clench her fist and then unclench it, Zhang Shuai found it somewhat amusing. It seemed that ever since she married Zhang Kui, his mother had changed a little—more gentle, more shy, more... coquettish? Zhang Shuai was stunned.

"Do you want a younger brother or sister..." His mother's voice grew softer and softer, her misty eyes glancing at Zhang Shuai before lowering her head again.

Zhang Shuai opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Zhang Kui's words were still echoing in his ears. What right did he have to stop his mother from having a child with her current husband? Zhang Shuai said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, aren't you afraid of your age... I'm worried about your health..."

"I've been with Uncle Kui for several years, and I really feel that having a child would be better. And your Uncle Kui said that he doesn't want adopted children, only... only children I give birth to..." His mother's shy voice made Zhang Shuai's heart pound. The thought of his mother bending over with her plump buttocks being fucked by her stepfather, and her uterus not only having orgasms but also beginning to receive her stepfather's seed, waiting for the seed to completely occupy her uterus, made Zhang Shuai want to jump up and tell his mother not to agree to have a child with Zhang Kui. But such thoughts only flashed through his mind.

Zhang Shuai mustered his courage, reached out, and grasped his mother's still delicate and smooth hand. Suppressing the urge to stroke it gently, he comforted her, "Mom, I'll support whatever you want to do. You've suffered so much, and now Uncle Kui is so good to you. Don't worry about my thoughts, haha, I want a little brother..." He paused, "I remember now, my second cousin asked me to tell you a few days ago that his girlfriend is pregnant..."

"Sigh, why didn't he just tell me? Even though that woman is about my age, I wouldn't have scolded him. That kid... your eldest cousin is entangled with several women, and he's like that too..." His mother laughed as she spoke of her reckless cousin.

"My cousin's wife is older, but she can get pregnant, so you can be a mother again, Mom..." Zhang Shuai forced a lighthearted smile, but the bitterness in his heart only intensified.

"I heard quite a few stories about your romantic affairs when I came back from your company yesterday. Son, you should be careful about the impact of some things and exercise restraint..."

Being reminded by his mother of his outrageous behavior at the company made Zhang Shuai's face flush and his body feel like it was sitting on pins and needles. "Mom, I'll be careful. If there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs." Zhang Shuai had only taken a few steps when he turned back behind the sofa, took out a carnation, and handed it to his mother. "Happy Mother's Day, Mom." He quickly went up the stairs and stood motionless at the top of the third-floor stairwell.

The bathroom door opened downstairs, followed by his mother's coquettish voice: "Let me go downstairs and tidy up first. Xiao Shuai saw everything, I'm too ashamed to face him... umm... oh... how come you're so big again... oh..." Zhang Shuai quickly went into his room, without turning on the light. The emptiness in his heart slowly amplified, as if something was being lost. Walking to the table, he saw the computer screen light flickering. He realized it was just the screen power automatically shutting off after a long period of inactivity. He randomly pressed the spacebar, and the screen instantly lit up, stunning Zhang Shuai. The screen showed four picture-in-picture surveillance cameras, high-definition cameras displaying everything clearly.

His mother knelt on the bedroom carpet like a slave, while Zhang Kui stood with his hands on his hips, watching his sexy wife swallow his enormous penis like a king, the "slurping" sounds echoing intermittently. Zhang Shuai was shocked and angered that even such a faint sound could be heard so clearly.

"Wife, what did Xiao Shuai say?"

"Gulp... um... he said yes... he said it would be best if it were a younger brother... umm... whoosh..." "Hahaha, then we'll remove the IUD tomorrow." Zhang Kui bent down, took off his mother's sports jacket, revealing a sexy camisole nightgown underneath. The thin straps were pulled down, revealing her breasts, which were still high and firm even without a bra. The nipples trembled slightly. Zhang Kui reached out and grasped these perfect breasts, squeezing them tightly from the start, his hands full of those two plump and soft mounds of flesh. Zhang Kui's face was filled with a fanatical expression as he kneaded his mother's breasts like dough, his ten fingers sinking deep into the snow-white flesh.

Zhang Shuai looked at the breasts he had suckled as a child, still firm and even more elastic. Zhang Shuai could imagine how irresistible those plump, soft, and smooth breasts were, but now they were being held in this man's hands and wantonly played with.

At this moment, Zhang Kui in the video seemed to have noticed something. Suddenly, he ripped off his mother's camisole nightgown and burst into laughter: "Wife, you're so slutty! You weren't even wearing underwear when you were talking to Xiao Shuai outside, hahaha..."

"Boom!" Zhang Shuai's mind went blank, and his penis instantly became erect. Naked... his mother was talking to him with her lower body naked... was she wet?

"Let me check... wow... wife, you're such a slut! You've only sucked my cock a few times, your cunt can't be this wet, which means..." Zhang Kui exaggeratedly shouted as he reached down and probed his mother's crotch a few times.

"No... it's embarrassing... husband, don't say that..." His mother covered her face, not daring to look up, and could only shake her body in protest.

"You slut, you really are a slut," Zhang Kui picked up his mother, threw her onto the bed, and forcefully spread her long, firm thighs. His large penis instantly plunged into her honeypot. "You whore, is it good? You're even showing your cunt while talking to your son, you bitch, get some of my cock..." "Fuck me, husband, my cunt is itchy... harder... fuck me until it flies..."

Zhang Shuai gripped his own penis, rapidly stroking it. The screen light illuminated a distorted, crazed face...

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