[Wuxia] The Legend of Feathered Robes (Complete) - 22-24

"Part Three" - A Passionate Affair:

When Hongyuan first met Qiaodie, he knew from her alluring eyes and the disheveled eyebrows that symbolized a promiscuous woman that she would be his destined sexual partner. At that time, Hongyuan had been married to his wife for 15 years. Although they had a son, Li Yingjie, their sex life was bland. Whenever Hongyuan asked his wife Zhenzhen for sex, his conservative wife would only respond passively.

During their intimate moments, she only wanted to have sex in the dark, using only one sexual position. She rarely even moaned during intercourse, let alone anal sex or the use of sex toys. This made him, who was entering middle age, feel that his sex life was very boring and unsatisfying, let alone the arduous task of giving him oral sex. No matter how much he begged, his wife was always unwilling to cooperate with him.

This gave Hongyuan an excuse to develop affairs. He had already had several extramarital affairs. Unfortunately, these women were passionate but lacked boldness. After several sexual encounters, Hongyuan took the opportunity to take out a vibrator, intending to...? #123; After playing with the toy, the woman was immediately terrified when she saw the large toy, calling him a pervert and a lecher, saying he hadn't even had a chance to try anal sex, let alone a scene like in porn where a woman would let him tie her up with ropes and use a vibrator to penetrate her.

One day, after work, Hongyuan attended an emergency meeting. Right after the meeting, he went to the company restroom and suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from a stall, like a woman moaning. Curious, he locked the door, placed a bucket under his feet, and climbed over the door to peek. Sure enough, he saw a young female employee masturbating inside.

(Ah~ it's her… I'm so lucky…)

Qiaodie was a newly recruited electrician. At 20, she was the most popular girl among all the men in the company. She had a beautiful face, captivating eyes, flowing long hair, and a shapely figure. She spoke softly and was always surrounded by men trying to flirt with her.

She pulled her skirt and underwear down to her ankles, sitting naked on the toilet. Her fingers were inside her pubic area, gently rubbing her clitoris. Her other hand was squeezing her breast, her face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if she were masturbating in her own room, lost in the joy of lust. The lewd expression on her face immediately made Hongyuan's penis hard.

Hongyuan, of course, wouldn't miss this spectacle. He watched the girl masturbate carefully from beginning to end, then hid outside the toilet waiting for her to come out.

"Miss Guan, hello..."

Qiaodie, still looking tired yet satisfied, was suddenly called out, her face showing surprise.

"Miss Guan... I saw everything you did in the toilet... oh..."

Hongyuan deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a suggestive smile on his face.

"You..."

Qiaodie, both ashamed and angry, tried to leave, but Hongyuan grabbed her back.

"Miss Guan... if you're ever lonely, you can come find me... such a beautiful lady... how could I let you masturbate alone in the toilet... right...?"

Hongyuan's hand lightly caressed her face, making Qiaodie blush with shame, her face turning red and white as she stood there frozen.

"Please... don't tell anyone... okay..."

After a long while, Qiaodie murmured these words.

"...Okay... but... what should you do... do you know..."

Qiaodie thought for a moment, then gently lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting to be punished.

"Come with me..."

Hongyuan roughly pulled her into his office, locked the door, and immediately revealed a ferocious expression.

"Do what you just did in the toilet... do it again for me..."

"...This..."

"Do you... want me to tell everyone tomorrow... let the whole world know...?"

Startled by Hongyuan's menacing threat, Qiaodie panicked. Under Hongyuan's gaze, she reluctantly lifted her skirt, gently covering her panties with her hands, and haphazardly stroked them.

"Be serious... understand..."

Hongyuan threatened, but he was more anxious than anyone else. He had never seen a girl masturbate before, let alone such a beautiful young girl. His heart pounded, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead with excitement.

"Take off your panties... how can you do this with pants on..."

Hearing Hongyuan's command, Qiaodie's face fell as she slowly pulled off her stockings and red panties. The panties had barely left her feet when Hongyuan snatched them away, quickly bringing them to his nose to sniff.

"Mmm...smells so good...my panties are soaking wet..."

Qiaodie felt utterly ashamed as a woman's most private parts were being held and examined by a man.

"If you won't do it...I'll help you..."

Hongyuan roared, grabbing her tightly. He forcefully shoved the panties Qiaodie had just taken off into her mouth, bound her hands with his stockings, and then pinned her to the table.

"Hehe...be a good girl...otherwise...you know the consequences..."

After saying that, he immediately forcefully spread her thighs and buried his face between her legs, rubbing his face against her pubic hair. He parted the fine curls, pulled her labia into a V-shape, and carefully examined the private parts belonging to a young woman. A strong fishy smell came from Qiaodie's lower body, which was the vaginal fluid left from her masturbation. After a long time of fermentation, it had become a smelly and pungent odor. He was extremely excited when he smelled this smell.

"Ah...oh...oh oh..."

Qiaodie was being roughly controlled and groaned weakly.

Hongyuan just lay between her legs, stretching out his tongue and gently licking her lips. Under Hongyuan's skillful tongue sucking, water flowed from Qiaodie's mons pubis. The clitoris in the center of her vulva protruded passionately from the foreskin, glistening with moisture, tempting one to swallow it whole.

"Ah...oh...oh...ah ah..."

As her clitoris was sucked, Qiaodie trembled all over, crying out ecstatically at the moment of orgasm.

Hearing her moans of climax, Hongyuan immediately pulled down his pants, took out a thick, dark penis, and forcefully thrust it into her wet vagina.

"Ugh...ah...ah ah..."

Hongyuan's large penis roughly thrust into Qiaodie's narrow vagina, pumping back and forth, making her moan repeatedly. She had barely recovered from the orgasm when she was immediately faced with further stimulation. Hongyuan's hot, hard penis rapidly moved in and out of her vagina like a piston.

"Ah...oh oh...ah ah..."

After a series of wonderful thrusts, Qiaodie gradually felt the pleasure in her body. Abandoning her previous reserve and shyness, she actively twisted her lower body, arching her back to match the rhythm of his penis, hoping it would penetrate even deeper.

"Ah...I'm going to cum..."

Hongyuan let out a low growl, and his semen shot into Qiaodie's uterus.

The two of them, in the office, finally calmed down after their intense lovemaking.

"Qiaodie...be my woman...okay?"

"...Mmm..."

After the stormy intercourse, Qiaodie completely submitted to his sexual violence. From now on, Qiaodie willingly became his sex slave, his sex toy to be defiled.

"Qiaodie...go take off your panties and give them to me...

" "...Mmm..."

Qiaodie, who was engrossed in her computer at work, was summoned by Hongyuan via the intercom. She immediately waddled into the women's restroom, took off her innermost garment, and quickly handed it to him while it was still warm from her body.

"Mmm...it smells so good..."

Hongyuan exaggeratedly sniffed her panties in front of her. His infatuated look made Qiaodie's face flush red, and she let out a charming, melodious laugh.

Just thinking about how Hongyuan held her panties to his nose every day, smelling her body, made Qiaodie's lower body unconsciously wet. She had to sneak into the restroom and masturbate to relieve the restlessness in her mind.

"After work, let's go to our usual spot..."

"Mmm..."

After work, the two were immediately ablaze with desire again, and hurriedly found a hotel, where they became entangled in a passionate embrace...

"Four" Peeping

Tom Since returning home, Xiao Jie had heard his father and stepmother making love unabashedly for several nights in a row. Being in the throes of puberty, he was deeply troubled by this. Xiao Jie couldn't block out their playful antics. The sounds of flesh colliding from the next room, along with his stepmother's murmured moans and subtle, fluctuating groans, would cause him to become erect.

(If... I had a woman to sleep with... I wonder how wonderful that would be...)

Still a virgin, Xiao Jie was both ignorant and curious about sex. Although he had watched pornographic videos and seen nude photos of men and women having sex online, nothing compared to touching and experiencing a real female body.

(If... I could see Aunt Guan's naked body... how wonderful that would be...)

After Xiao Jie had this thought, he began to pay attention to Qiao Die's every move, especially when her back was to him. Xiao Jie would always steal glances at her beautiful back with his burning eyes, or try his best to peek between her snow-white thighs. Although he could only see a dark shadow, it was enough to excite him.

Unable to suppress his inner impulse, Xiao Jie went into his father's room and saw women's underwear scattered on the floor. He couldn't help but kneel down on the floor, randomly picked up a women's bra, and naturally brought it to his nose to smell.

(Ah... so fragrant... is this the smell of a woman's body...?)

A faint perfume scent mixed with a little body sweat moved Xiao Jie deeply.

Suddenly, he saw a lace panty rolled up in a ball by the foot of the bed. He scrambled over, timidly reached out to take it, and carefully unfolded it.

(Ugh...it stinks...)

A nauseating, fishy stench emanated from the underwear, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.

Xiao Jie carefully examined the narrow piece of fabric. Beneath the lace trim was a piece of cotton cloth with some grayish-brown stains and a large patch of something that looked like...smoky, glistening sludge. He imagined his stepmother wearing it.

(Isn't this cotton cloth what covers her mons pubis...?)

Xiao Jie fiddled with the underwear in his hands, his penis unconsciously becoming erect.

(This is a woman's underwear...how can it be so filthy...it really stinks...)

Even though he thought this, he couldn't help but sniff it again.

(Ah...what a strange smell...)

The initial stench completely disappeared, replaced by an alluring, sensual fragrance.

He held the entire pair of underwear to his face, inhaling deeply. Xiao Jie slowly felt his erect penis, already inside his pants, swell to an unbearable degree.

(Such an alluring woman's scent…)

He quickly pulled down his pants, wrapped the underwear around the tip of his penis, and rubbed it against it. Within seconds, a large gush of semen spurted from the glans.

(Ah…it’s coming out…it’s so good…)

The semen splattered all over his underwear, mixing with his stepmother’s vaginal secretions.

He used the underwear to wipe his penis, then tossed it aside. Xiao Jie’s face was filled with lust; he had just experienced the most pleasurable ejaculation of his life and was immediately addicted to this game.

Xiao Jie had just finished ejaculating when he immediately went into the bathroom to search again. From a basket under the sink, he found two more sets of his stepmother's underwear—thongs made of fine cotton fabric. Perhaps because they had been stored for a long time, the smell was even stronger. Excitedly, Xiao Jie picked them up one by one, smelled them, and then put the thongs on his erect penis, rubbing his glans vigorously. He then put the embroidered bra on his head, savoring his stepmother's alluring scent until he was exhausted and ejaculated.

That day, Xiao Jie ejaculated four times, leaving him utterly exhausted. He went back to his room, collapsed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

That evening, when Qiao Die returned home, she was shocked to find her bedroom in a mess. Her underwear was scattered all over the floor. The room smelled strongly of almonds. She picked up one of her own underwear and examined it closely; it was covered in a yellowish-white sticky substance.

(This...this looks like semen...Could it be...Xiao Jie came into my room and messed around...?)

The underwear in Qiao Die's hand was emitting a strong, fishy smell, making her dizzy.

(Should I tell Hong Yuan about this...?)

While Qiao Die was still hesitating whether to discuss it with her husband, she suddenly remembered that Hong Yuan also liked to smell her underwear. It seems that the father and son have very similar personalities... Thinking of this, Qiao Die shook her head helplessly, cleaned up the mess herself, threw all the clothes into the washing machine, and let her troubles go to waste.

During dinner, Qiao Die clearly felt Xiao Jie's burning gaze, spying on her every move from behind, while her husband seemed completely oblivious, only concerned with eating and watching the evening news.

"Dad...why do you like Aunt Guan...?"

Xiao Jie suddenly asked Hong Yuan this question.

"Um... your auntie is very pretty... and very gentle. She takes good care of Dad and Xiaojie..."

Hongyuan cleared his throat, his mouth still full of rice, and mumbled a few words.

"...Mom takes good care of us too... don't you think so..."

"Um... um... um..."

Hongyuan didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only nod perfunctorily. Xiaojie was angered by his father's attitude and refused to eat. He ran into his room in a huff, closed the door, and started playing on his computer.

Qiaodie saw all of this and pondered how to deal with it.

(I think... it's better not to let Hongyuan know what happened in the room today...)

Qiaodie decided not to let her husband know for the time being that Xiaojie had been masturbating while playing with her underwear in her room that day.

Later that night, Hongyuan, holding a rope, climbed on top of Qiaodie again and begged for sex.

"No... You already did that at the company today... I'm so tired..."

"My sweet girl... Your husband wants it again... Be good... Let me play a little longer..."

Regardless of whether Qiaodie agreed or not, Hongyuan still tied her hands behind her back with a rope, forcefully pulled down her pajamas, and then buried his head between her legs, sucking and biting at Qiaodie's mons pubis. In just a short while, Qiaodie's lower body immediately secreted fluid, allowing Hongyuan to insert his fingers into her vagina and play with it.

"Ah...no...oh...you're so naughty..."

Hearing Qiaodie's ashamed moans, Hongyuan became even more excited and erect... Meanwhile

, Xiaojie, hiding outside the bedroom door, heard his father and stepmother's playful sounds and couldn't help but pull out his penis, stroking it against the door. Hearing his stepmother's moans, he increased the speed of his rubbing until he ejaculated with satisfaction.

Early the next morning, after his father and stepmother left for work, Xiaojie rushed into their room, searching for Qiaodie's underwear. Just like yesterday, he carefully sniffed each piece before using it to masturbate.

(I must have sex with this woman...to avenge my mother...)

Xiaojie secretly vowed. As if deliberately showing off, he ejaculated onto his stepmother's underwear, soiling all her clothes before he was satisfied.

When Qiaodie returned home that evening, she found her room in complete disarray. Her underwear was strewn about, covered in disgusting semen. She couldn't help but tell her husband.

"It's okay... he's just a kid... boys our age all do this... let me handle it..."

"Honey... please..."

Qiaodie couldn't bring herself to tell Xiaojie about this embarrassing situation, and her husband's promise to take care of it was a huge relief.

"Qiaodie... honey, you're thinking about it again... let's play a little..."

Having just finished talking about Xiaojie, Hongyuan immediately made sexual advances again, leaving Qiaodie both angry and amused.

Ignoring her consent, Hongyuan took out metal handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. He then pushed her onto the bed, hurriedly pulled out ropes, and bent her body up, spreading her legs into a wide M shape, making her mons pubis protrude exaggeratedly. Her two enormous breasts were also pulled out and played with.

"Hehe...this position is beautiful..."

Hongyuan seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Husband...this isn't quite right..."

"Nonsense...doesn't it make you climax more easily when I tie you up..."

To prevent her from nagging, Hongyuan took his tie and gagged Qiaodie as well.

"Alright...I'm going to start playing now..."

Hongyuan took out a camera from the cabinet, set it up in front of Qiaodie, adjusted the focus, and muttered to himself.

"Playing in front of the camera... makes it easier to climax... I guarantee it'll make you feel amazing..."

Filming their lovemaking was a new game Hongyuan had come up with. Being watched by everyone in front of the camera gave them a thrill, making them feel like they were the male and female leads in an adult film, boosting their libido and making them play even more wildly and enthusiastically.

After setting up the camera, Hongyuan took out a box of sex toys. He first picked out a thick, long vibrator, waving it in front of Qiaodie, then lewdly turned it on, letting it vibrate against her mons pubis.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Qiaodie, her mouth covered, could only let out muffled moans. The camera lens in front of her was like the eyes of strangers, watching her joyful, seductive state. Just thinking about it made Qiaodie want to climax immediately, sinking into a blissful, cloud-like state. Hongyuan was even more excited.

Hongyuan pulled down Qiaodie's panties and saw that her entire mons pubis was already soaking wet, with her vaginal fluids flowing profusely. He used the slippery fluids to pinch and rub her clitoris, then forcefully inserted the vibrator into her vagina, moving it in and out along the angle of her vagina. Perhaps one vibrator wasn't enough, Hongyuan then took out a second and a third vibrator, inserting them into her vagina in turn. Finally, he inserted a vibrating egg into her anus, letting the rolling little thing bounce strongly and weakly in her rectum, allowing her to enjoy stimulation from both her front and back orifices at the same time. This passionate performance amused Qiaodie to the point of multiple orgasms, her whole body convulsing and panting like a shrimp.

"Feels good, right... Now it's my turn to fuck you with my cock..."

Hongyuan would tirelessly insert one colorful vibrator after another into Qiaodie's vagina, only using his real cock for intercourse when he was done playing with it. Like fine wine settling at the bottom of a jar, he would use his penis for the final thrust. At this moment, Hongyuan would kneel in front of Qiaodie with a thick, hot penis in his hand, and with a "squelch," his penis would enter her hot womb, happily slapping against the rhythm of sex...

"Five" The sweltering

heat of July made Qiaodie feel a little irritable. Perhaps it was because her husband was busy with work, making her feel neglected. Especially since Hongyuan had been socializing lately every night and would come home drunk, collapsing into bed as soon as he got home. The couple hadn't made love for five days.

(Sigh... does passion fade after marriage...?)

This is the longest they've gone without sex since they started dating. Before, at work, Hongyuan would seize any opportunity to slip his hand under her skirt and caress her mons pubis, or use a plastic sex toy, sometimes called a "lady's wand," to vibrate her sensitive genitals. The constant fear

of being discovered made Qiaodie work in the office while enduring the arousal inside her vagina. Each time, they would tease each other until she was overflowing with vaginal fluid, then secretly have passionate sex together. They did this several times a day without getting tired of it.

Even when Qiaodie was menstruating, Hongyuan would drag her into the bathroom and ask her to give him oral sex. Because of this, Qiaodie only had skirts in her wardrobe, no pants, always ready for her husband to penetrate her. Having grown accustomed to this passionate life, she now naturally felt lonely, so she turned her attention to Xiaojie, whom she saw every day.

Through Qiaodie's deliberate observation, she learned that Xiaojie would sneak into her room every day and secretly play with her underwear. The thought of Xiaojie smelling her panties and masturbating with them sent a strange mix of shame and pleasure through her, making her face flush and her genitals involuntarily wet. Although she knew this was a normal part of a young man's development, Qiaodie was, after all, Xiaojie's mother.

Initially, she was shocked and disgusted that her underwear was stained with Xiaojie's semen, but after getting used to his harassment, Qiaodie became curious, wondering what other strange things this young man would do to her in the future.

Her husband's seemingly ignorant or indifferent attitude towards Xiaojie's peeping had previously made her very dissatisfied. Although they often had extramarital affairs and didn't mind being spied on, treating it as a thrilling sexual game, as part of their marital relationship? #123; The prelude to passion, but after all, it's being watched by strangers.

(Hmph~ You're always out socializing at restaurants, leaving me and our son out in the cold. I'll let your son see enough!)

Qiaodie is determined to toy with this young man. She deliberately only washes her clothes every two days, giving Xiaojie ample time to admire her lingerie. Even the videotapes her husband films and the sex toys he uses on her body are no longer hidden; they're deliberately placed in conspicuous places for Xiaojie to examine.

Qiaodie returns home with a vengeful mindset, deliberately changing into a semi-transparent chiffon dress, revealing glimpses of her underwear, exposing her beautiful figure without reservation. She pretends to be busy in the living room, attracting Xiaojie's attention as he sits on the sofa watching TV, making him constantly glance sideways, spying on her every move.

"Ah...it's so hot...Xiaojie...would you like some juice...?"

"Oh...okay..."

Qiaodie poured Xiaojie a glass of orange juice and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Then she sat on the single sofa opposite him, dramatically reclining in the chair and striking an alluring pose while watching TV.

Ring~ Ring~ Ring~ The phone rang, and Qiaodie turned to answer it.

"Hello... Wife... The boss wants me to accompany him to a business dinner. You and Xiaojie eat first, don't wait for me..."

"Okay... I know... Don't come home too late..."

Having just hung up her husband's call, Qiaodie turned back to watch TV, but noticed that Xiaojie's face flushed and paled alternately, and he shifted uncomfortably. Qiaodie secretly glanced at his crotch and, sure enough, there was a prominent mound.

(What happened? Could it be... that I exposed myself while answering the phone...?)

To confirm her discovery, Qiaodie deliberately picked up a newspaper from the coffee table, spread it out to cover her face, and pretended to be very discerning. She playfully teased Xiaojie, slightly opening her thighs to reveal a large section of her underwear, then peeked at his reaction out of the corner of her eye.

(Wow~ So satisfying! He actually let me see Auntie's underwear...)

Filled with excitement, Xiaojie boldly moved his eyes to Qiaodie's thighs, staring intently at the depths of her groin. Through the gaps in the mesh lace, he saw a few curly hairs peeking out. Because of the position, he could see a slit in the center of her white underwear, which ignited Xiaojie's lust. His penis immediately became erect, bulging his pants.

"Xiao Jie... I'm going to take a shower first... then I'll go out and buy you dinner..."

Qiao Die knew, of course, that Xiao Jie was peeking at her underwear, and she secretly chuckled to herself. Back in her room, Qiao Die deliberately left the door unlocked, stripped naked, and went to shower. Before leaving, she changed into new clothes, leaving her dirty clothes, worn all day, on the bed for Xiao Jie to play with.

Sure enough, when Qiao Die returned home, she saw that her underwear on the bed had been disturbed.

(This kid... he's really bold... coming in to play right away...)

Qiao Die pretended not to know anything and prepared dinner for Xiao Jie.

(If this kid sees the videotape... I wonder how he'll react...)

That night, Hong Yuan came home drunk, making Qiao Die, who had been waiting all night, very angry. The next morning, before Qiaodie and Hongyuan left, Qiaodie deliberately placed her dirty underwear on the bed and put the videotape of her having sex with her husband on the bedside table, waiting for Xiaojie to retrieve it.

(Wow~ Is this Daddy and Auntie having sex... How exciting...)

Seeing his father binding his auntie's beautiful body with rope and then thrusting into her with a vibrator, Xiaojie masturbated while watching, rubbing his thick penis vigorously until he ejaculated. However, whenever he thought of his auntie's snow-white flesh and her blissful appearance during orgasm, his penis would immediately become erect again, and he needed to ejaculate again to stop the restlessness in his heart.

In this way, Xiaojie spent the whole day watching the scene of his father binding his stepmother and having sex, which made him excited all day long. He used Qiaodie's underwear to cover his penis and ejaculated wildly five times.

When Qiaodie returned home, she saw Xiaojie's pale face with dark circles under his eyes and knew what had happened. Entering the room, she immediately smelled a foul, fishy odor, which aroused her own desire. She took off her uniform and went into the bathroom, immediately placing her hand on her mons pubis and stroking her delicate clitoris, her fingers drawing fine circles around it to completely release her engorged lower body.

"Ah... Oh... Oh..."

Before her period, Qiaodie's libido was even higher.

Qiaodie indulged in self-pleasure, immersing herself in lust, completely oblivious to the fact that Xiaojie was secretly peeking through the crack in the door, watching her seductive masturbation...

(Hmph~ I must have sex with Aunt Guan...)

While watching his aunt masturbate, Xiaojie followed the rhythm of Qiaodie's masturbation, simultaneously rubbing his penis. After a day of excessive indulgence, he had very little semen left, but he still managed to squeeze out a few drops and spray them onto her clothes.

After ejaculating, Xiaojie secretly plotted a scheme to take this beautiful body from his father.

"Six" The Spring Play Continues

On a weekend evening, Hongyuan finally put down his work and had dinner at home with his newlywed wife.

"I'm full... I'm going to see a movie with my classmates... Bye-bye..."

As soon as Xiao Jie left, Hong Yuan hurriedly pulled Qiao Die into the room, eager to strip her naked. Qiao Die verbally refused, but her body involuntarily heated up.

"You rascal... You always do this... You almost drive me to death..."

"Hehe... You're one to talk... You always squirt with pleasure..."

Because of Qiao Die's period, her husband hadn't penetrated her for nine days. Oral sex wasn't enough to satisfy his desires. Hong Yuan felt that unless he could tie her up again and use toys to thoroughly explore her genitals, seeing her rose-like mons pubis, being played with until she kept gushing out vaginal fluids, and then thrusting hard, it wouldn't be a perfect sexual experience.

"Tonight... I want your ass too..."

Hong Yuan said... #123; He reached his hand under her skirt, his fingers slipping along the seam of her pants, easily inserting them into her vagina.

"Wow...it's only just started and she's already so wet..."

Hongyuan held his wet fingers to his nose and sniffed.

"Smells so good..."

After saying that, he pressed Qiaodie's head down to his crotch. Qiaodie, with perfect understanding, unbuckled his belt and pulled out his large, erect penis. She spat on the glans and urethral opening, then stretched out her tongue and gently licked the coronal sulcus before swallowing it.

"Ah...so good..."

Without waiting for her husband's instructions, Qiaodie opened her mouth wide and took his penis into her mouth, trying to envelop it with her lips, swallowing and spitting, making a smacking sound as she ate the large, dark penis.

"Oh, good... a little lower..."

Qiaodie spat out the penis, gazing lovingly at her husband, then lowered her head to take his testicles into her mouth, letting them collide. After removing her cumbersome bra, she used her large, soft, white breasts to clamp the penis, letting the hot, dark shaft slide between her two mounds of flesh.

"Oh... my good wife... this feels so good..."

Seeing her husband's face flushed, his breathing rapid, and the penis throbbing against his chest, she quickly took it back into her mouth, increasing the speed of her mouth's thrusts.

"Ah... ahh... it's coming out... oh oh... so good..."

A volcano erupted in her mouth, the hot, white semen spraying into Qiaodie's throat with two gurgling sounds. Qiaodie swallowed every last drop, even using her tongue to eat the remaining mucus.

"Is it good...husband..."

"It's so good...my little beauty...let me serve you now..."

After the two switched positions, Hongyuan stripped her naked and made her lie face down on the bed like a female dog. Her plump, pink, and white buttocks were raised high, and in the deep valley between her buttocks, a circle of deep red anus trembled with contraction and expansion, like a blooming rose, moist and shyly coming into view. He looked at it carefully for a while and couldn't help but admire it.

"Qiaodie...you look so beautiful in this position..."

As if to preserve the beauty before him, Hongyuan made her stay in this position. He took out a rope and carefully tied Qiaodie's hands behind her back, then wrapped it around her breasts, and finally used the extra rope to tie her ankles from both sides, preventing her from closing her legs. After everything was done, he couldn't help but feel proud of his masterpiece.

"Husband...this isn't very nice...it's so embarrassing..."

The woman's most mysterious and beautiful lower body was exposed without any cover.

"Who says...I want to film it..."

After Hongyuan finished speaking, he immediately set up the camera and filmed Qiaodie's wonderfully lewd posture.

Slap~slap~slap~

Hongyuan slapped her snow-white and tender buttocks hard with his palms, leaving red handprints.

"Ugh...husband...it feels so good..." Qiaodie,

who had masochistic tendencies, let out a beautiful moan. After her plump buttocks were brutally slapped, Qiaodie's lower body immediately secreted lustful fluids.

"Hehe... Let's start playing..."

Hongyuan stretched out his fingers and gently inserted them into her wet and warm vagina. Following the tender flesh of the narrow cavity, her mons pubis seemed to hold her fingers like lips. Hongyuan also used his other hand to gently pinch and tickle her clitoris. Once played with, Qiaodie immediately fell into another dizzy state.

"Ah... Oh... I'm coming... Oh..."

Hongyuan used his fingers, which were already covered in lustful fluids, to forcefully press against her anus, trying to pierce it.

"Ah... It hurts..."

Her fingers finally passed through the narrow sphincter and entered her rectum, wandering around aimlessly.

"Honey... I need to pee..."

"Not yet... You have to hold it in... I'll let you go to the toilet later..."

Qiaodie's urethra, bladder, and anus were stimulated simultaneously, triggering her urge to defecate and urinate, making her sway her buttocks restlessly.

"Come on... try the feeling of using an anal dilator..."

Hongyuan took out a soft, semi-transparent anal dilator with segmented ring-shaped protrusions on a three-centimeter-thick rubber tube. He first applied lubricant, then slowly inserted it segment by segment into the anal cavity. When it was almost fully inserted, he suddenly pulled it out quickly.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore..."

The feeling, as if she had lost control of her bowels, drove Qiaodie to madness.

"Hehe... It feels good, doesn't it... You'll love it if you play with it a few more times..."

This time, he added a vibrator inside her vagina, filling both her front and back holes at the same time. The vibrators pushed against each other through the thin skin, and the feeling of both her front and back cavities being filled at the same time brought Qiaodie to a masochistic climax. A large amount of sticky fluid gushed out of her vagina and leaked down her inner thighs.

"Ah... I'm going to die... Husband... I'm coming... Flying... Flying... Oh... So exciting... Ahh... I'm going to die... Oh oh... It's coming again... I'm dying... Oh oh... I can't take it... Husband... Husband ahh..."

The vibrating dildo vibrated intermittently, its thick shaft alternating in and out of her vagina. Combined with Hongyuan's constant teasing of her clitoris, her limbs were bound and she couldn't move. She could only bury her head deep in the pillow, letting out breathy, alluring moans. Hongyuan, his face flushed, became increasingly excited with each dig, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Ring~ Ring~ Ring~

Hongyuan's cell phone suddenly rang, making Hongyuan, who was in a state of blissful ecstasy, pick up the phone in a fit of rage:

"Hello... Mr. Li... Your car is blocking our truck from getting in and out, come and move it right now... Otherwise, if I crash into your car... I won't be responsible for compensation..."

"Okay... I'll be right there..."

The other party deliberately lowered his voice, making his tone sound very bad. Upon hearing this, Hongyuan immediately agreed to go and move the car.

"Wife, I'll be leaving for a bit... You continue to enjoy yourself... I'll be back soon..."

"Ah... No...!"

Lost in the throes of climax, she was reluctant to let her husband leave.

Hongyuan selected the longest and largest vibrator and dildo, inserting them deep into her vagina and anus respectively. He then quickly grabbed one end of a rope and tied it around Qiaodie's genitals to ensure the two vibrators wouldn't fall out. He increased the vibration frequency of the vibrators, making Qiaodie enjoy the intense pleasure in her lower body. Before leaving, Hongyuan stuffed her panties into her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Only after everything was arranged did he reluctantly put on his underwear and leave, leaving Qiaodie alone on the bed like a female dog, continuing her relentless battle with the two thick dildos inside her.

The pitiful

Hongyuan, who had just reached a short distance from his house, was suddenly struck on the back of the head by a golf club from a dark alley. The large iron head of the number seven golf club shattered his skull with a crisp sound, instantly scattering brain matter, and he collapsed in a pool of blood. #123; Meanwhile...

On the other hand, Qiaodie, on the large bed in the room, raised her white buttocks in the most obscene position, swaying her hips with the frequency of the vibrating dildo in her lower body, her mind and body immersed in pleasure. Having felt the urge to urinate from the beginning, she tightened her lower body muscles, fearing she might accidentally incontinent and soil the entire bed. Because of this, her vaginal cavity tightly gripped the vibrating dildo, transmitting its powerful vibrations throughout her body with the swaying frequency, plunging her into a blissful state of ecstasy.

However, the vibrating toy inside her anus and rectum continued to irritate her sphincter nerves, triggering the urge to defecate. Meanwhile, the vibrating dildo, buried deep in her vagina, with its smooth, granular protrusions, rotated nine times per minute, slowly sweeping between her clitoris and urethra, stimulating her bladder and urethra, making her feel an even stronger urge to urinate.

(Oh no... Husband, why aren't you back yet... I'm about to pee...)

Actually, if Qiaodie really did pee, her husband would probably only get more excited, because Hongyuan would often crawl between her legs to carefully study how she urinated. The urine would cascade down her labia like a waterfall, and Hongyuan would use his tongue to lick her mons pubis clean, as a game between husband and wife.

Qiaodie endured the tingling in her lower body, shaking her head and searching for her husband. Suddenly, she saw a dark shadow between her buttocks. Her whole body tensed up, and she looked back carefully:

"Ahhh..."

It was Xiaojie... Qiaodie exclaimed in surprise. She didn't know when, but Xiaojie had quietly entered the room.

(Oh no... Could it be... He saw everything I just did... Ah... How embarrassing...)

He knelt behind Qiaodie's buttocks, his bull-like eyes fixed on her mons pubis. Qiaodie tried to break free and escape, but Hongyuan had bound her tightly, making escape impossible.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Qiaodie couldn't speak, only letting out soft moans. Xiaojie remained unresponsive, still squatting behind her, staring at her mons pubis. Suddenly, Xiaojie licked her with his tongue.

Qiaodie felt a warm, wet tongue licking around her anus, then crawling along the cleft of her buttocks towards her vagina. Soon, the tongue tip reached her vaginal opening, digging and sucking at her flowing juices. The tingling, itchy sensation made all the pores on her body open, making her feel almost dizzy with pleasure.

"Ah... Ahhh..."

Suddenly, Xiao Jie picked up the remote control of the vibrator and pushed it to the maximum setting. Qiao Die's lower body was caught off guard by the violent vibrations, which she couldn't withstand and cried out.

After discovering this secret, Xiao Jie began to manipulate the controller, adjusting the vibrator's intensity. At the same time, the vibrating egg inside her anus also started working, using the strongest vibrations to wreak havoc in her rectum. How could Qiao Die endure such unprecedented stimulation? Under the double attack from both ends, Qiao Die was tormented to the point of near death. The pain of holding in her urine made her pretty face flush red, and two large lines of tears streamed down her face as she continuously uttered mournful cries.

"Oh... ahh... woo woo... ahh..."

Under the relentless torment of the vibrator, Qiao Die's urine, which she had held back for half an hour, finally burst forth uncontrollably, foul-smelling yellow fluid gushing from her vulva and spilling down her thighs.

"Ah... Oh..."

A sense of relief, almost like a release, left Qiaodie completely paralyzed.

But in an instant, another embarrassing feeling caused her immense pain. Her lower body felt like it could never be completely emptied; urine dripped in and out, the vibrator was still causing trouble inside her, and her urethra was burning hot, making it impossible for her to tell if she had finished urinating.

"Wow... So this is how women urinate..."

Xiaojie then used his thumbs to forcefully pry open Qiaodie's labia, carefully examining the folds of her mons pubis. He saw the vibrator rubbing intensely against her labia, the beautiful, smooth crevices filled with milky vaginal fluid, and her vaginal opening sucking and swallowing the plastic rod, making it appear even more alluring and obscene. Because her vagina was wide open, the vibrator went even deeper, and Qiaodie let out even louder moans.

"Oh...oh oh...oh oh..."

Xiao Jie then took off his pants, his erect penis already quite impressive. He untied the ropes securing him from behind, took out a vibrating dildo from his vagina, and then, holding a thick, hard penis, knelt behind Qiao Die's pink buttocks, eagerly entering his stepmother's beautiful vagina.

"Oh...ah ah..."

The moment their bodies touched, both of them groaned simultaneously.

(Oh...so comfortable...is this what penetration feels like...it's so comfortable...)

Still a virgin, Xiao Jie was experiencing real intercourse for the first time...with his beautiful stepmother...

Xiao Jie vigorously swayed his lower body, rapidly thrusting in and out of Qiao Die's mons pubis. Her wet, hot, and tight vagina gripped his penis like a hot water bottle, the pleasurable sensation was incomparably delightful. After a dozen seconds of piston-like movements, he couldn't help but feel the urge to ejaculate.

"Ah...ah...so good...oh oh..."

Xiao Jie violently ejaculated several streams of white semen deep into his stepmother's vagina...

After ejaculating, Xiao Jie still lingered, caressing her mons pubis. Seeing the snow-white semen flowing out of her vagina, he tried to push the semen back into her vagina with his fingers, which quickly slid into Qiao Die's vagina again.

"Ugh...oh oh..."

Xiao Jie's fingers went in and out of her hot hole, making a squelching sound. Qiao Die's prone position made her full breasts appear even larger, attracting Xiao Jie to squeeze them hard. After this period of random poking and squeezing, his previously limp penis became erect again. Xiao Jie immediately mounted his stepmother again, this time for a longer time, and all the semen he ejaculated splashed onto Qiao Die's body.

Xiao Jie, in a state of heightened sexual desire, played with Qiao Die's body repeatedly throughout the night. After ejaculating five times, he didn't forget to insert the vibrator back into her vagina after the last time, then collapsed to the side, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep. Poor Qiao Die, her body continued to be tormented by the vibrator in her genitals. During this time, she even leaked urine several times. Until four or five in the morning, when the vibrator's battery ran out, Qiao Die had already fainted from exhaustion.

"Eight"

The next morning, before Qiao Die's body had recovered, Xiao Jie untied the ropes binding her. He saw his stepmother's naked, snow-white body, her breasts full of alluring beauty. He caressed her tempting breasts with abandon, and his lower body couldn't help but stir again. It was as if the young man had inexhaustible energy in his body. He forcefully spread Qiao Die's thighs and raped her again in the missionary position.

After venting his frustrations, Xiao Jie wasn't satisfied. He turned his attention back to the two labia of her genitals and roughly picked up another vibrating dildo, still powered on, and thrust it into her again. Once his penis was erect once more, he plunged it deep into Qiao Die's vagina, relentlessly charging in. Xiao Jie repeated this process, raping his stepmother three more times, until both of them were exhausted and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

In the evening, Qiao Die woke up alone, enduring the aches and pains all over her body as she crawled to the bathroom to wash herself.

(Sigh… Where is Hong Yuan… Where did he go? How could he let Xiao Jie do such a thing…)

Qiao Die thought, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Ring… Ring… Ring… Just then, the phone rang.

Qiao Die, wrapped only in a bath towel, ran to answer it.

"Hello... Is this the Li Mansion...? This is the police station... Mr. Li was attacked last night at the entrance of your alley. Due to the severity of his injuries, he was already dead before being taken to the hospital... Please come to the police station to complete the necessary procedures..."

"What... Hongyuan... he... is dead..."

Qiaodie, overwhelmed by the repeated blows, collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

When Xiaojie returned with a bag of food, Qiaodie immediately told him what she had just heard, sobbing and crying, completely forgetting that she had just been attacked by him.

"Oh... I understand... Aunt Guan... I won't tell the police officer that you sent someone to kill my father..."

Xiaojie calmly replied.

"What... Xiaojie... are you crazy... How could I kill my own husband... Waaah..."

Qiaodie cried frantically, almost forgetting her injuries, and hurriedly tried to defend herself.

"Auntie... if I tell the police that you hired someone to kill my father for money... who do you think the police will believe... Auntie..."

"You... this..."

Qiaodie, completely bewildered, panicked for a moment, thinking that if this boy really told the police this, she would definitely get into big trouble.

Seeing Qiaodie's confused expression, Xiaojie couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Auntie... if you can forgive me... I won't tell the police such a thing... besides... I just put all the videotapes you filmed in a safe place. As long as you treat me well in the future... I won't show them to anyone... okay... besides... I'm still a minor... what if I say that you kidnapped me first... the police will definitely put you in jail... you don't want that, do you..."

Xiaojie carefully explained to Qiaodie word by word. His calm and cunning attitude was completely unlike that of a teenager, but rather no different from that of a cold-blooded devil.

"Hmm..."

Qiaodie was completely cornered and had no choice but to nod reluctantly, tears streaming down her face.

"It's settled then... Auntie, don't cry... Give me a blowjob first... I've seen the videotape... You seem to really like sucking a man's penis..."

Was Xiaojie out of his mind? His father had just died, and he immediately demanded that his stepmother suck his penis. Qiaodie was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Xiao Jie pulled down his pants, revealing a large, erect penis, and forcefully pressed it against Qiao Die's cheek. The hot penis burned her face, leaving her weak and sore limbs with nowhere to escape.

"Ugh... Ahh..."

Xiao Jie roughly pulled her hair, forcing her to suck his penis.

"Hurry up... We have to go to the police station later... Hurry up..."

After being urged several times, Qiao Die finally reluctantly opened her mouth and gently took his large glans into her mouth.

"Ah... So good..."

As soon as the tip of his penis entered Qiao Die's mouth, he immediately pressed down hard on the back of her head, shoving it towards his crotch, forcing the glans deep into her throat, causing Qiao Die's pretty face to scrunch up.

"Ah... Faster..."

With the glans comfortably enveloped in her mouth, a blissful pleasure arose. He actively moved his lower body, using Qiao Die's mouth as a vagina, the piston-like motion becoming faster and faster until his semen was about to gush out.

"Ah...that feels so good..."

All the semen was poured down Qiaodie's throat, not a drop left.

"Mmm...that felt good...now let's go to the police station together..."

Xiaojie said to Qiaodie in a relaxed tone, pulling on his belt.

"From now on, you're my woman...you have to be a good girl...understand?"

"Mmm..."

Qiaodie nodded bitterly.

****************************One month later*****************************

On this day, Xiaojie and Qiaodie entered the law firm together, looking like siblings.

"Hmm...hello...Mrs. Li...I'm Mr. Li Hongyuan, the executor of the estate...nice to meet you..."

"Hello...I'll be asking you a lot of help with my husband's affairs..."

After some polite greetings, they immediately got to the point.

Attorney Wang read Hongyuan's will, leaving the house, stocks, and cash to Xiaojie and Qiaodie as joint heirs. He also received an insurance payout of 15 million from the insurance company, to be split equally between the two.

"Thank you... Attorney Wang... I'll be leaving now..."

After accepting the check, Qiaodie suddenly trembled, a low buzzing sound emanating from her lower body. Her beautiful face immediately flushed red, her rosy cheeks making her appear incredibly alluring, and she uttered a coquettish voice that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Okay... please go ahead..."

Attorney Wang couldn't help but glance at the enchanting beauty before him, thinking to himself how alluring she was; no wonder her husband died young.

Qiaodie's unusual physical condition was entirely due to the fact that before she left, Xiaojie had inserted a vibrator into her vagina, and he had been given the control switch. #123; The mischievous boy teased her constantly, the vibrating dildo relentlessly striking her private parts, its intensity fluctuating, keeping her in a state of unsatisfied arousal.

During the month spent arranging her husband's funeral, Xiao Jie relentlessly demanded her body. She discovered that Xiao Jie was even more perverted than his father. His curiosity was almost unbearable for Qiao Die; he would try to insert anything long or round into her vagina—bananas, cucumbers, corn, even corn kernels—he had all been inserted. To accommodate Xiao Jie's urges for sex anytime, anywhere, Qiao Die had never worn underwear.

Just outside the law firm, Qiao Die was already exhausted and collapsed onto Xiao Jie.

"Xiao Jie… ahh… I… I… ahh…"

The vibrating dildo inside her spun faster and faster, Qiao Die's breathing becoming rapid.

"How about it... you're thinking about it again... sigh... what a willful woman... let's go home right away... I'll tie you up properly... and then use a vibrator to fuck you good... hehe..."

"Thank you... my good brother..."

Qiaodie's eyes were misty and full of tears as she looked at the tall boy beside her with affection. She leaned against Xiaojie like a little bird, like a close couple, sweetly embracing each other, walking together towards their home, never to be separated again.

04-14

My Lawyer

My father and mother's marriage was a typical product of the "class background problem" in the late 1960s. Because of the class background problem, my maternal grandfather was persecuted, slandered as a "traitor," and sentenced to 20 years in prison. My grandmother passed away early, and relatives avoided my mother like the plague. No one dared to take care of her. My father seized the opportunity, deceiving her by saying she could save my grandfather. With no one to rely on, my mother could only hope for help from this "proletarian" rebel leader, so she offered herself to him.

My mother embodied almost all the characteristics of a "delicate beauty from a Jiangnan family." My maternal grandfather's family was a scholarly household, and my mother was deeply influenced by them, becoming well-educated and reasonable. My maternal grandmother, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the area, endowed my mother with petite beauty. My mother surpassed her grandmother, inheriting all the excellent qualities of both her

grandparents. Even by today's standards, my mother was a rare beauty. But fate often doesn't favor perfection, and her innate advantages were completely ruined by cruel reality. My father was a typical northerner, the only son in three generations, physically robust, hot-tempered, illiterate, and a heavy drinker. My grandfather joined the People's Liberation Army and settled there after the city was liberated.

My father's fierceness was his capital for rebellion, a product of the specific era; by today's standards, and not out of disrespect, he was utterly useless.

My maternal grandparents' marriage was an older man to a younger woman; my mother was only three when my grandmother passed away, and my grandfather's death occurred when my mother was not yet fourteen. My father was nearly thirty, a minor leader in the rebellion. The only thing I "admire" about him is his ability to legally marry such a young mother and bring me into this world in less than a year.

Perhaps heaven was unkind, but my father's fertility did not surpass that of his ancestors. When I have memories, I was probably three years old, and I had already fully exploited the advantage of being the only son, and my crying skills were also superb. In my memory, aside from occasionally failing to get through to my father, I never failed with my mother.

After a few rejections from my father, I even learned to be even more demanding of my mother. I have no memory of being punished by my mother; I must admit my childhood was a carefree and happy time.

According to my mother, I wasn't weaned until I was four, and I could only fall asleep while touching my mother's breast. My domineering nature and my parents' doting affection meant even my father yielded, allowing me to continue this habit.

By the time I was six, my father's power had waned, but his domineering position at home remained unshakeable. The family's circumstances gradually worsened, and my father's violence intensified, yet he still showered me with affection. My father often came home dejected, drank heavily, and then beat my mother. She endured it all, secretly weeping, but I didn't know how to comfort her.

If my mother didn't meet my demands, I would find ways to make my father express my dissatisfaction. I remember that at that time, our house only had a living room and a bedroom. After my father beat and kicked my mother, he would drag her into the bedroom without any restraint.

My mother's weakness and vulnerability made me a little tyrant.

My father's sex was simple and brutal. Each time he made love, there was no caressing or sweet talk; worst of all, he would turn on the lights, ignoring the fact that I was lying next to them, my little hands still clutching my mother's breasts. He would roughly force my mother, who was beneath him, until tears streamed down her beautiful face, and her painful, suppressed cries grew louder and then softer until she could barely make a sound before he finished.

My father's sexual prowess was undeniable; my mother was often forced by him to spend the night naked, showing almost no shame or attempt to avoid me. Even though I was young, I would secretly watch with great interest.

When my father discovered this, he would occasionally scold me, but my mother's alluring body usually made him ignore me.

After he finished, my father would fall asleep immediately. Sometimes I would imitate him, lying naked on top of my mother's naked and beautiful body, repeating his mechanical movements. At first, my mother would silently resist, whispering and scolding me to scare me. But when my crying woke my father, his impatience would often lead him to berate my mother or resort to more violent sexual punishment. My mother's doting affection and fear of my father eventually made her give up resisting, allowing my father and I to enjoy her alluring body in different ways. Perhaps her only form of resistance was her habit of waking up early.

After I started elementary school at age seven, for some reason, I became even more fascinated by my mother's soft, full, elastic, and youthful breasts. I even resumed breastfeeding, though there was no milk, of course, but the feeling was wonderful. My pre-sleep ritual was to suckle until I was tired, my little hands still lingering on the breasts before I could finally quiet down.

Sometimes my father's rough sexual behavior would wake me up, and I would imitate it later. But for a young child, the dark, soft pubic hair on my mother's sacred and mysterious sanctuary, the birthplace of life, couldn't compare to the wonderful feeling of lying on my mother's naked, soft body, sucking and caressing her breasts. Occasionally, I would touch my mother's private parts, but I would give up because she would clench her legs or change positions.

I was also interested in my mother's body, but only in questions like how she urinated without a penis.

In the summer when I had just turned 12, I was already used to my father and mother's sexual activity. But one night, my father drank a lot of alcohol, and I drank some too. As soon as my father got into bed, he began to assault my mother. My mother resisted a little, but my father quickly lost control. Enraged, my father began a silent but fierce struggle with my mother. I sat up to avoid their battle.

My father knelt beside me, brutally spreading my mother's thighs and almost lifting her lower body off the bed. In an instant, my mother lost the ability to resist, helplessly closing her eyes, her body tense. Her alabaster skin, graceful curves, and the painful and helpless expression on her beautiful face left me speechless.

Between her long thighs, my mother's mysterious exit was displayed before me for the first time so clearly and without reservation. My God! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father's not-so-large but rather ugly penis, weakly thrusting between my mother's legs. My helpless mother gripped the sheets tightly, but my father could not allow his drooping penis to enter her body.

Suddenly, Father bent one of Mother's legs at the knee, pressing his own leg flat on the bed. With his free hand, he forcefully spread her genitals. I thought he had pried open her skin, revealing a pinkish crevice with a tightly closed vaginal wall at the bottom!

Suddenly, Father forcefully plunged one of his fingers inside. Mother let out a painful, suppressed scream, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed, and the veins on her slender arms gripping the sheets bulged. Large tears rolled down her beautiful face. Father roared triumphantly, as if he had achieved great satisfaction. He increased the intensity of his finger's movements, and Mother shook her head in agony, crying out, "No!"

Finally, Father knelt, allowing his penis to enter Mother's body with the help of his hand. He continued for a while before stopping, then fell asleep, leaving me stunned, staring at my mother curled up in pain.

My mother's pained and terrified expression made my erect penis feel blocked for the first time. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I ejaculated! My whole body relaxed, my heart soared, my mind swayed, I felt like I was floating on air, almost falling over. Later, as I returned to bed and was about to fall asleep, my mother was still sobbing intermittently.

Having already developed a rebellious attitude towards my mother's discipline, I developed a fundamentally flawed and self-righteous understanding, believing that this was the only way to truly retaliate against her. I so desperately wanted her to look at me with that fearful gaze, so desperately wanted to relive that ejaculation sensation, and naively believed that my penis was the best weapon to terrify her.

My father, now of a certain age, was less sexually active, and his stamina had deteriorated due to years of excessive drinking and womanizing, greatly reducing my "opportunities." But the events of that night were deeply etched into my memory.

Subconsciously, I was still a little afraid of my mother, perhaps a normal feeling a child has towards adults. But deep down, I began to desperately crave the opportunity to show my mother how "powerful" I was, just like my father did, and to make her submit to me as she did to my father.

After a few days of being lost and dejected, an opportunity led me to my doom.

It was a Saturday, and I was home from school. My mother was sick with a high fever and resting at home. At noon, my father came home and started drinking. Ignoring my mother's high fever, he dragged her out of bed and ordered her to cook some food and drinks. My mother, unsteady on her feet, cooked a few dishes and then went back to bed. The hastily prepared dishes didn't taste very good, which led to another round of verbal abuse from my father.

My father then made me drink with him. We quickly finished the drinks, and my drunken father sent me to buy more. When I returned home with the drinks, my father was just coming out of the bedroom, pulling up his underwear. He continued drinking heavily until he was completely unconscious. I, also dizzy, tried to put the remaining drinks back under the bed in the bedroom.

The mosquito net on the bed in the bedroom was drawn and tightly closed. Curious, I wanted to see how my mother was doing. When I lifted the net, the scene on the bed instantly made me feel hot all over, filled with an inexplicable impulse!

A cold towel was haphazardly wrapped around my mother's head, obscuring her hair, forehead, and eyes, revealing only her delicate nose and small mouth. Her mouth was half-open, her bright red lips and snow-white, even teeth shining brightly. Tear stains clung to her pointed chin and beautiful face. The sheets were a bit disheveled; it seemed my mother was powerless to resist. Her dress was pulled up to her neck, her underwear was thrown at the head of the bed, and only a thin blanket covered her flat stomach. Her full, round breasts stood proudly erect, her bright red nipples glistening. Her long legs were still spread wide, and a pillow under her buttocks completely exposed her secret place.

My God, I saw her again! I placed the bottle on the corner of the bed, held my breath, and slowly approached her. Fine, soft pubic hair formed a dense triangle, leading down to two tightly closed, full labia, still bearing the marks of my father's violation.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear. I gently moved my mother's leg, but she didn't react. I cautiously extended my right hand, my fingers touching her labia, but she still didn't react. I gently pried open her labia with two fingers, revealing a slit, but she still didn't move. So I boldly increased the pressure. I completely separated her labia, revealing a flat, pink, delicate slit before me. I finally saw her again!

I didn't dare to be as brutal as my father; I only used my index finger to slowly probe inside. My mother's vagina was so tight that I found it difficult to go any further. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to push. I nervously watched my mother, afraid she might suddenly react, so much so that I didn't even realize my finger was fully inside her vagina.

At that moment, I deeply felt my mother's tight, hot vagina gripping my finger. I slowly began to move my finger in and out, but my mother didn't move. I couldn't control myself and suddenly pushed harder. My mother let out a weak moan, which quickly faded. I felt a little disappointed, but also emboldened by the alcohol, I started to push harder, but my mother's half-open mouth only occasionally emitted soft moans. I started to get angry, feeling an immediate need to release my pent-up desire. My penis began to swell, reaching a length of 10 cm, longer than a finger!

I climbed onto the bed, mimicking my father's posture, kneeling between my mother's legs, grasping my penis, and thrusting it straight into her vagina. I was so lucky! The head of my penis actually went in most of the way. I felt I had found the right spot, and my body uncontrollably wanted to push deeper, so much so that I ended up pressing down on my mother. I recklessly concentrated all my strength in my lower body, deeply and completely penetrating my mother's body. The force made my penis ache terribly.

My mother also let out a painful groan, but the tight, burning suction of her vagina drove me almost mad. I thrust violently, my face just touching my mother's breasts. As if guided by an evil force, I sucked hard on my mother's left nipple, while my right hand gripped her right breast and kneaded it desperately. My mother began to let out painful, suppressed groans, her whole body tensing.

I saw large tears rolling down her beautiful face, which fueled my frenzy and savagery. My penis thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, each time fully inside, each stroke bringing an indescribable, exquisite, and stimulating sensation.

After about 200 thrusts, I finally succumbed to the intense stimulation, and my hot semen gushed out, completely filling my mother's vagina. I couldn't help but make a sound, collapsing onto my mother, utterly exhausted. Before I could even get up, my mother noticed something was wrong. She removed the towel covering her eyes, and for a moment, our eyes met, and everything seemed to stand still! Finally, my mother let out a deafening cry.

I had never heard my mother make such a terrifying sound, nor had I ever seen such a horrifying and desperate expression on her face, or such astonishing strength. She shoved me away, and caught off guard, I tumbled off the bed with the bottle. The bottle shattered, and I landed squarely on the broken pieces, blood gushing out, and I screamed in agony.

The commotion in the bedroom woke my father. He staggered into the room and saw my mother standing frozen by the bed, her dress already on, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, while I lay bleeding and screaming on the floor. Without a word, he began to beat her. My mother, dazed and unsteady, allowed my father to beat her mercilessly. Suddenly, a strange urge surged within me to stop him and protect my mother. I rushed over and grabbed him. He accidentally hit me, and I began to retaliate violently. My father was enraged, and I was filled with rage too.

Young and weak, I was no match for him. My reckless fighting style caused my still-drunk father to beat me mercilessly. I didn't know if the blood was from cuts from a bottle or from my father's beating. Enraged, my father picked up a long bench and smashed it over my head. I was terrified and instinctively ducked, trying to block with my hands. The bench hit my head hard, and I instantly lost consciousness...

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my father, filled with guilt, and then I realized I was lying in my mother's arms. I turned to look at my mother, but she looked away. I felt her soft breasts beneath her thin dress. It seemed that while I was unconscious, she had been holding me, not even having time to put on her bra, and was sobbing softly.

Perhaps it was because family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, or because my mother feared my father would hurt me, or perhaps she couldn't convince others of anything, or perhaps because she was somewhat delirious and couldn't fully assess my actions, we outwardly remained at peace.

At bedtime, my mother still had to remain naked, allowing my father to exert his brief lewd power. After my father finished and fell asleep, my mother remained awake. I pressed myself against her as usual, and for the first time, she showed a look of extreme terror. Her breathing quickened, her hands tightly protecting her body, and her legs tightly intertwined, giving me no chance. Because of what happened at noon, I dared not be too unrestrained. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." Although I was still on top of her, I was behaving myself. Before I drifted off to sleep, my mother finally calmed down, and I vaguely saw two lines of tears silently streaming down her face.

Perhaps out of guilt towards my mother, I changed my behavior, becoming a well-behaved boy and studying diligently. In the semester before the preliminary exams, my grades, which had previously ranked last in my class, suddenly skyrocketed. My performance seemed to move my mother; she resumed her meticulous care for me and allowed me to continue sleeping on top of her.

The pressure of the preliminary exams forced me to study late into the night, and I began to suffer from insomnia, which greatly worried my father. The week before the exams, I was restless. One time, after my father finished his "homework" on my mother, I restlessly pressed myself against her, unable to sleep. Finally, I had an uncontrollable need to release my pent-up desire. My mother immediately noticed, and I tried to spread her legs; she silently resisted.

Our struggle escalated, waking my father. Terrified, I quickly turned away from my mother. After a few words of abuse, my father fell asleep again. I continued, waking him again, and he then began to physically assault my mother. After my father started snoring, I resumed my actions. My mother dared not resist violently anymore, letting me do as I pleased.

However, without my cooperation, I struggled for a long time but still couldn't penetrate her. But I refused to give up. Finally, as dawn approached, my mother succumbed to my perseverance. Her position miraculously adjusted slightly, and I entered her smoothly. My mother frowned, her face showing pain and tension as she looked at my father. I didn't dare disturb him, moving gently and slowly. I could feel my mother's heart pounding, her breathing rapid, her tension palpable.

My mother's eyes remained fixed on my father's movements, perfectly cooperating to bring me to orgasm. I ejaculated inside her once more, and unexpectedly, I quickly fell peacefully asleep afterward.

With my mother's cooperation, my insomnia disappeared. I concentrated on my studies, focusing all my energy on my work, and my assault on my mother temporarily ceased.

When I entered a prestigious high school with top marks, the glory I brought to my family was beyond my wildest imagination. The blessings from relatives and friends overjoyed my father, and although my mother still avoided me, I noticed she would secretly smile.

Once, my father hosted a banquet at a hotel to show off his success, and my mother specially wore her most beautiful dress to the party. In the bedroom, I was once again stunned by my mother's natural beauty! My mother was 165 cm tall, slender yet full-figured, with long, flowing black hair, a delicate oval face, and sculpted, flawless skin. The well-fitting dress accentuated her full breasts and long legs.

"Mom, I want you!" When I actually said those words to my mother, we both froze. After a moment, my mother walked away without a word. I was deeply hurt, utterly dejected, and listless. I told my father I didn't want to go. He flew into a rage and slapped me. My mother, terrified, quickly covered my head. He was about to vent his anger on her, so I reluctantly agreed and went back to my bedroom to lie on the bed

, lost in thought. My father wanted to go to the hotel to make arrangements first, since my mother wasn't going to help him anyway. He ordered us to be at the hotel on time, or else he'd be in trouble, and then he left. I lay on the bed, my mother looking at me with pleading eyes, coaxing and begging me to leave quickly. I listlessly stayed in bed, looking pitiful. My mother grew impatient and tried to pull me up, but I resisted. In the struggle, I pulled her down onto the bed beside me. Suddenly, I sensed an opportunity and quickly pinned her down. My mother seemed to understand something, and angrily ignored me as she walked away. I had no choice but to follow her out.

The celebration proceeded as scheduled. The glory I brought made my status in the family seem to surpass my father's.

That night, my father was very drunk and unconscious on the bed. I brazenly violated my mother, who helplessly closed her eyes. My mother's tacit consent excited me greatly. I immediately tried to take off her clothes, but my mother stopped me. She silently took off only her underwear, lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her lower body. I quickly took off my pants, pulled out my erect penis, and immediately pressed myself against my mother.

Still inexperienced, I couldn't find the right spot, so my mother guided me for the first time with her delicate hands. Her vagina was very dry, making penetration difficult, but I needed to get in urgently, so I exerted all my strength. As I struggled to thrust inside her, she bit her lip, her face showing pained expression, but I continued thrusting without any mercy.

This time, I lasted a long time without ejaculating. My mother grew impatient, urging me to finish quickly. I felt her vagina begin to contract rhythmically with her movements, and for the first time, she lifted her legs, bringing us even closer. I was incredibly excited, reaching another climax, releasing my life essence into the warm womb that had nurtured me. Perhaps it

was my mother's preferential treatment, or perhaps it was the stimulation of hormones, but my body began to develop rapidly, and my desires grew stronger. I often took advantage of my father's drunkenness to violate my mother. My strength was too much for my mother to resist, and fearing my father's discovery, she dared not fight back too fiercely, nor dared she utter a sound. My experience allowed me to succeed even when my mother was extremely uncooperative; I could even enter her from behind. Sometimes, after my father finished, I would enter my mother before he fell asleep, leaving her to endure my brutal violation in terror and pain.

This excessive indulgence sometimes made it difficult for me to ejaculate, so I would leave my penis inside her as I fell asleep, leaving her to endure a night of fear.

My father began to notice the changes in my body and forced me to move to the living room, sleeping in a separate bed by himself; I obeyed helplessly. My

mother's deliberate avoidance left me no opportunity. Fate played a cruel trick; my grandfather's exoneration unexpectedly provided our family with a considerable subsidy. To care for him, we moved into a three-bedroom apartment with him. We had originally lived in my father's ancestral home; after moving a few pieces of furniture, we locked it up and said goodbye.

I had my own room, and my mother found a good job at the tax bureau thanks to my grandfather's rehabilitation.

However, my father, having lost his dominant position in the family, became addicted to gambling. Soon, money vanished like water. Cleverly, I kept asking to pay various fees, saving a considerable sum before the family's fortunes collapsed.

My parents' income couldn't satisfy my father's gambling addiction, and he accumulated huge gambling debts. I secretly took a job as a porter to prepare for the worst. My decision was wise; my father was beaten by creditors, and my grandfather had to pay off his gambling debts, but this left him with even more debts to relatives and friends. The strong physique I inherited from my father, combined with my excellent porter work at the port, brought me a substantial income. My outstanding academic performance was the only consolation for the family.

Finally, my grandfather couldn't bear my father any longer and fell ill, ending up in the hospital. The exorbitant medical expenses left my mother in tears, while my father gambled even more recklessly, completely ignoring my grandfather's illness. My grandfather needed surgery, which required a large sum of money for medical expenses, and our family had no savings. His appreciation for me and his admirable knowledge made me feel a deep sense of loyalty, so I worked tirelessly, doing the work of three people on construction sites. My coworkers admired me greatly, but the hardship was unimaginable to most. As a result, my grades plummeted.

Finally, I saved enough money and secretly paid for my grandfather's surgery. He was saved, but I failed all my exams. My mother didn't understand where my money came from, and my refusal to explain, coupled with my poor grades, led to a huge misunderstanding and a heated argument. Her harsh tone infuriated me. Feeling that this was the first time I had done something for my family and yet I was being questioned, my self-esteem was severely damaged. I shut myself in and refused to see or speak to anyone.

A coworker who was injured was hospitalized, which made my grandfather understand what I had done. He specifically asked my mother to come and thank me. When my mother faced me with a mixture of gratitude and shame, I felt a stirring of desire within me. However, her resistance made me lose any improper thoughts towards her, and I began to become aloof. Actually, I felt that the grievances I had suffered could not be fully compensated by mere apologies and proactive advances. What I needed was my mother's complete... I couldn't explain it myself, but I deliberately distanced myself from my mother.

After the new semester began, I often studied late into the night to catch up on my studies. Chinese was my least favorite subject; I easily regained first place in all other subjects, but I barely passed Chinese. My mother sensed my dissatisfaction and often begged for my forgiveness, but I remained aloof and unmoved.

One night, I was racking my brains over an essay topic. I lay on the table, unsure how to begin, and actually fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a beautiful notebook on my desk. Curious, I opened it and saw my mother's elegant handwriting. But what excited me even more was the detailed analysis she had provided of my essays, offering numerous exquisite classical Chinese poems and phrases, as well as brilliant descriptions from modern literature. I was deeply captivated, and my writing flowed effortlessly.

My essay won a national award, giving me a special affection for that notebook. From then on, whenever I needed to solve a problem, I would write it down in the notebook at night, and the answer would be there when I got home from school the next day—of course, more often it was hints and guidance.

This special communication with my mother brought me immense benefits; my Chinese language skills actually became my greatest strength. Thus, before the high school entrance exam, our notebook exchanges increased rather than decreased. I rarely spoke to my mother, but I felt I had hurt her. Unconsciously, I felt filled with respect and gratitude for her, and my evil desires subsided.

When my mother wrote in her notebook her wish for my continued success in the high school entrance exam, I confidently and mischievously replied that it was no problem, and asked what the reward would be, but nothing came of it. I didn't care; after I entered a top high school with a record-breaking score, the whole family was overjoyed. That year, I had just turned fifteen, but I was already a 165cm tall young adult, with a basic understanding of ethics and a fear of surpassing others.

When I was organizing my materials, I discovered that my father had sold them all as waste paper. I was furious and had another fierce argument with him. This time I won completely; my father didn't dare utter a sound, and even my grandfather and mother stood by, barely daring to breathe. When I rushed to the garbage dump to find the notebook, it had already been taken away. Dejected, I returned to my room, only to find the notebook beside my pillow. I excitedly kissed it repeatedly, carefully opened it, and relived the events of the past year.

When I flipped to the last page and saw the mischievous question I'd written about what the reward would be, my heart filled with happiness.

I unconsciously continued flipping through the blank pages, feeling a pang of disappointment. Then, on the last page, a line of neat handwriting caught my eye: "As you wish." I froze, because the handwriting clearly indicated it had been written long ago. I can't describe the feeling; I only remember excitedly writing below: "Thank you, Mom. Please forgive me?"

I put it back on my pillow and, making an excuse, asked my mother, "Do you want to take the notebook back?" My mother looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes revealing unease. I met her gaze with unwavering determination. Finally, my mother couldn't resist and nodded gently. I shouted excitedly, even more excited than if I'd known my grades. My mother, her face showing unease, silently walked away.

Soon, due to tuition fees and my personal plans, I had to continue working hard to earn money. The intense labor every day meant that I would often collapse into bed immediately after dinner when I got home.

Finally, I saved enough money. With more than two months left of the long three-month vacation, I used the excuse that my father's mahjong games at home were too noisy and prevented me from concentrating on my studies, and suggested that I go back to my father's ancestral home, the old house, where he would bring me food and a change of clothes every day. My father had no objection, and my grandfather supported me. My mother seemed to understand something; she looked at me with unease and a hint of fear, pleading, but dared not object, and so the decision was made.

Returning to the old house, I felt like I was ruling my own world. To my surprise, my mother didn't bring food; instead, my grandfather came. I was very uneasy. My grandfather wasn't well, so my father came instead. I was very disappointed, but my insistence on not going home made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved.

Two weeks passed, and I gradually became restless, eagerly anticipating what I longed for…

One night, a violent storm raged, with thunder and lightning. I was heartbroken and stood in the rain, letting the downpour vent my anger, which caused me to develop a fever and be confined to bed. My father brought me food, but despite my high fever, he was in a hurry to get home: not to inform the family, but because he was worried about his mahjong game. No one came to see me that night, and the storm continued to rage.

When I heard a sound at the door, I was still half asleep in bed. A moment later, when I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman, her figure slender and shapely from the rain, stood before me. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her full breasts heaved, clearly a result of her hurried journey. Her dress, soaked through, clung tightly to her slender and graceful body. She held a hairpin in her hand, letting her hair fall freely. A delicate hand touched my burning forehead.

Overwhelmed with grievance and emotion, tears welled up in my eyes. I struggled to sit up, hugged my mother tightly, buried my face in her full, firm breasts, and cried my heart out until I calmed down. I looked up and met my mother's tearful eyes. She comforted me, stroking my head, and I nestled in her warm embrace for a while before drifting off to sleep again.

When I woke up, it was already evening. My mother had changed into another dress. Seeing that I was awake, she asked me with concern. I nodded gently, indicating that I felt much better, and only then did she relax. She told me that my grandfather and father had come, and that I had already received my injection. My grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when they came to visit me. I stretched energetically, and the doctor proudly praised my father, but my grandfather was still very worried and scolded my father for remaining silent. My grandfather ordered me to continue resting in bed, told my mother to stay and take care of me, and then went home with my father.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight. I gently called out, "Mom." My mother, having changed into her nightgown, came from the living room to my bedside. Her beautiful hair was draped over her shoulders, and her alluring body was partially revealed, sparking my imagination. My gaze was immediately fixed on her captivating figure. After a moment, I asked naively, "Have I eaten?" My mother chuckled sweetly.

Her pure and delicate face was as beautiful as a flower. I couldn't resist. I jumped up and pulled my unsuspecting mother onto the bed, retaliating by pinning her hands down. My mother was startled and unable to move. I mischievously kissed her on the lips. Startled, she desperately tried to pull away, and thus began our "kissing challenge"!

After successfully pinning my mother's head down with my hands and giving her a forceful kiss, I didn't give up easily, to the point that both of us struggled to breathe. When I finally released her, we were both panting heavily. My mother covered her mouth with her hand, and I immediately began to unbutton her pajamas. She stopped me, pleading, "Don't do this." I ignored her. Suddenly, she hissed at me, saying, "Someone's here!" I was so frightened I froze. My mother seized the opportunity to break free and ran out of the bedroom.

I nervously went to the living room, but no one was there. I shouted for my grandfather and father, but no one answered. My mother was gone too. I realized I'd been tricked, but I wasn't angry.

Then my mother came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of milk. I approached her with ill intent. She recoiled in fear, repeatedly saying "No," but I forced her against the wall. I pressed my body against her. She clutched the glass, desperately trying to pull away. I tried to take the glass, but she wouldn't let go. I picked her up and strode towards the bedroom. She closed her eyes, trembling, and began to cry.

After throwing her onto the bed, I didn't lay a hand on her, but quietly watched her. My mother opened her eyes, pleading with me. I gently kissed her, and she didn't resist. I easily removed the cup, and she hugged herself tightly, trembling, her eyes too heavy to open.

I stripped naked, knelt beside her, and pulled her into my arms. She trembled violently, but I didn't violate her. Finally, she opened her eyes, and I deliberately showed her the numerous scars on my body, shocking her. These scars were from hard labor, things I usually paid no attention to, but I never knew they would have such a profound impact on her.

My mother gently touched my scars, asking me with heartache, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. She hugged me and began to sob, and I hugged her back, letting her cry on my shoulder.

My mother weakly stopped crying, and I began to unbutton her pajamas. In a moment, she was left only in her underwear. She clutched her underwear tightly, leaving me helpless unless I resorted to violence. I stopped, looked at her with pleading eyes, and said, "Mom, didn't you promise me you'd do as I wished?" My mother started crying again. I kept kissing her eyes and tears, stroking her smooth back.

Gradually, her crying turned into intermittent sobs, and her tense body softened. I tried to take off her underwear, but she still wouldn't let go. I lowered my head and gently kissed the little hand that was tightly clutching her underwear, then kissed her ear and said, "Mom, have you forgiven me? I love you." Unexpectedly, my mother hugged me tightly and burst into tears again. I could only keep comforting her.

Gradually, my mother calmed down in my arms. I then tried to take off her shorts. She only symbolically blocked me for a moment, then cooperated by letting me hold her while I took off her underwear. I laid my mother flat on the bed, carefully admiring her flawless body: her firm breasts were even fuller, coupled with her slender waist, flat stomach, sexy hips, and long legs. Especially her alabaster skin; touching it felt like touching a work of art. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom, you're so beautiful!" My mother's beautiful face flushed, making her even more alluring.

Finally, I was about to explode. I parted my mother's legs, pressed down on her body, and my 15-foot-tall penis eagerly sought entry. My mother sighed softly, parted her legs further, and raised her hips. My penis immediately found its entrance. But my mother's vagina was still so tight. I eagerly lifted my lower body, pressed against the vaginal opening, and forced my large glans in. My mother let out a low moan of pain.

"Gently, okay?" my mother pleaded. I stopped and kissed my mother, repeatedly asking if she was in pain. She nodded, but then hugged my waist tightly, biting her lip, bravely gesturing for me to continue.

I thrust in with all my might, penetrating completely in one go. My mother's eyes widened, her brow furrowed, the veins on her long neck became visible, a muffled groan escaped her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. I dared not move, gently kissing my mother, her tongue silently intertwining with mine. I couldn't restrain myself and began to thrust. My mother sucked on my mouth tightly, hugging my neck again, desperately enduring the pain.

The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase the force and rhythm, but my mother's vagina was too small and still dry. Finally, my mother couldn't help but let out a loud groan. I couldn't care less about anything else, and I unleashed all the resentment I had suppressed for so long. My mother shook her head in pain, trying to push me away. I held her waist, and with each thrust, my penis almost slipped out before fully penetrating her again. The extreme pleasure and my mother's pain made it almost impossible for me to control myself.

After more than 20 minutes, I felt I was about to climax. I hugged my mother tightly, pressing myself against her. My mother probably sensed I was about to ejaculate and desperately raised her hips. In my all-out thrusting, my mother's pain reached its peak. When I finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted, she was too weak to even moan.

I kissed my mother gently and gratefully, and she responded enthusiastically, arousing my masculinity once more. We made love again, and this time it lasted for almost an hour. My mother was too weak to continue, letting me enjoy her alluring body to my heart's content. Finally, I embraced my mother and drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

The next day, I woke up early. My mother, exhausted from my nearly night-long ordeal, was still fast asleep, her face streaked with tears, her beautiful features like pear blossoms after the rain. I kissed her tenderly, careful not to disturb her, and got up alone, full of energy, but suddenly felt ravenously hungry, so I went out to buy breakfast.

When I returned home, she was nowhere to be seen; she had gone to work. I was utterly disappointed. My father came to visit and, seeing my listless state, asked if I was feeling better. A thought struck me, and I suggested that my mother come and take care of me. My father readily agreed. I dared not reveal my inner elation, and feigned returning to my bedroom to rest. My father then conveniently left.

When my mother came home from work, she had a negotiation-like conversation with me. I wanted her to stay with me, but she said, "No."

"Didn't you promise me?" I asked

. She said, "I only did this to encourage you, and I've fulfilled my promise. You should be content."

I pleaded with her, and she finally cried and begged me to let her go. Desperate and angry, I roared, "Would you rather endure Father's rudeness than stay with me?"

My mother looked at me helplessly and pleaded, saying that she would stay if I didn't violate her again. I reluctantly agreed.

My mother moved in with me, but I quickly let my desires run wild. Her constant resistance, preventing me from easily succeeding, only intensified the stimulation. My battleground quickly expanded from

the bed to the kitchen, living room, bathroom

… I spent a whole month happily with my mother, making love hundreds of times. But my grandfather's declining health forced me to ask my mother to leave. For the remaining month or so, my mother didn't come back. I had to suppress my desires and focus on my studies.

Before school started, I moved back home, only to discover a shocking event—my mother was pregnant!

My father was the only son in three generations, and legally allowed to have another child. He was incredibly proud of this miracle. My grandfather, considering my father's situation, also hoped my mother would have another child, but she expressed her unwillingness. My father and grandfather firmly disagreed.

That evening, while I was doing my homework, my mother quietly entered my room and communicated with me through her pen. She asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to let me have an abortion. I was confused because I also wanted a younger brother or sister. My mother seemed to have some unspeakable difficulties, but she avoided directly addressing the issue and couldn't convince me.

I comforted my mother, saying I would take good care of her. My mother then hugged me and started crying. She told me that this child was my child, and she was very scared. I was initially stunned, but seeing my mother's helpless appearance, I had an idea. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you willing to have this child for me? This is our child. No matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life."

With my constant comfort and reassurance, my mother finally stopped insisting on an abortion. My mother's pregnancy temporarily reformed my father's ways, and my grandfather also started exercising because of this unexpected grandson. We took meticulous care of my mother. For the child's prenatal education, my grandfather and father went to the ancestral home to play mahjong, and my father only came back to visit occasionally.

My mother, even more voluptuous and alluring due to her pregnancy, was irresistible to me. For some reason, she completely yielded to my advances, allowing me to carefully violate her. Perhaps this was a privilege my father hadn't received, which filled me with immense pride.

My mother's belly grew larger day by day. After ten months of pregnancy, she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl, much to my father's disappointment. But this girl immediately became the center of attention for me, my grandfather, and my mother. My mother's face radiated maternal love, making her even more captivating.

I secretly shared my mother's sweet breast milk with my sister and began violating her again on the earliest safe period. My father, impatient with my sister's crying, often lost his temper, and my grandfather's smoking forced my sister to move to my safe bedroom. I gave my bed to my mother and sister, sleeping on a cot myself, and often helped my hardworking mother care for my sister's crying at night. Of course, my mother, even more beautiful and captivating after childbirth, also rewarded me, actively cooperating with me, giving me unprecedented sexual satisfaction.

Imagine this: when my mother and I make love beside my beautiful younger sister, her tenderness is not only filled with the allure of a lover, but also with a maternal gentleness. My father's needs are minimal; he occasionally knocks on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come and keep him company, then sends her back afterward, often deterred by my sister's crying. My mother discovers my secret, but is grateful and, in turn, repays me.

My love for my mother grows stronger, and I consciously make her enjoy sex. Under my care, my mother's allure reaches its peak. My mother and I often maintain the most intimate contact, happily watching my sleeping sister beside us. My mother begins to close her eyes and enjoy our sex, reaching orgasm more frequently, giving me the illusion that we are a happy family of three. When

my sister is one year old, the happy days seem to end. My grandfather's death forces me to move to his room. My father seems to regain his dominance, and he begins to beat and abuse my mother again. But being strong, I could protect my mother. My father's outbursts often caused her to run to my room in the middle of the night with my younger sister for refuge. The bruises on her body filled me with tenderness, and she became even more eager to seek comfort in our intimate moments.

My mother began to completely break with my father, and he was driven back to his old house by both of us. He resolutely refused to visit, which only further emboldened me. Unexpectedly,

my mother became pregnant again. When she told me the result, and that besides my sister, she was also my daughter, and that I was the one who conceived this time, I was stunned. But upon reflection, it was inevitable, because I knew my father hadn't visited my mother for over six months, let alone had sex with her.

I secretly accompanied my mother to have an abortion, and she also underwent sterilization surgery. We began to live a happy life. It wasn't until I met my beloved wife that my mother began to distance herself from me, and our relationship began to return to normal.

[A History of Social Customs—Sex Between Mother and Son]

"Sex Between Mother and Son" from *A History of Social Customs*

by Ling Sichen.

As the title suggests, this is a novel with a research-oriented nature. When the troubling word "incest" appears

repeatedly , we are forced to have a clear understanding of it. Remember, it's "clear understanding,"

not "sober understanding," because neither morality nor law can forcibly prevent it. We can only

"clearly" know what it is, not "soberly" despise it morally—after all,

the taboo against incest is ultimately not due to morality, and who can be certain that close relatives will not necessarily experience a strong

attraction?

I will begin to tell this lengthy story, reflecting the

course of events through the changing ages of the mother and son.

"Sex is Everywhere"

More than twenty years ago, when Mom and Dad signed a contract, they officially became a legal couple.

In other words, both parties gained the legally recognized right to engage in sexual intercourse. Mom and Dad could

have sex "protected by law" and have children. Conversely,

any sexual activity between men and women that doesn't complete this process is "self-destructive."

That year, my mother was about 25 years old, and a year later, I came into the world (ironically, we are still

incredibly curious about the specific process of our arrival, but that's not something we can know). Ten months of pregnancy,

one day of childbirth—I lived in my mother's warm womb for ten months, during which time the boy's genitals developed

and tightly embraced my mother's tender uterus—truly a happy and blissful time; finally, amidst my mother's screams

and struggles, I left this comfortable paradise, crossed the extremely swollen vagina, and was born. If we consider

contact between male and female genitals as sexual intercourse, then during the time of the son's birth,

sexual activity . But neither the father nor the mother thought this way. They only knew that they had the continuation of life, but never considered that in the process of this new life's emergence, the mother actually had sexual contact

with "two" men, not "one."

The arrival of a new life brought both joy and trouble. The young father had to work twice as hard to feed

his wife and son, while his mother stayed home with him, the infant. I often cried loudly from hunger, so

his mother would take off her top to breastfeed me. At this time, her breasts were at their largest, soft and firm. She gently

held me in her arms, bringing her large, white breasts to my mouth. I eagerly latched onto her swollen

nipple , greedily suckling the sweet milk—the ultimate delicacy for a baby, fresh and delicious. His mother

smiled at me like a saint, looking at her crying son in her arms, gently stroking me. I, too, reached out my delicate little hands to

touch those beautiful mounds of flesh. We always have such respect, praise, appreciation, and longing for women's breasts,

because they are a treasure bestowed upon women by the Creator to nurture humanity, so great and so alluring. A man's attraction

to a woman's breasts may not be considered disrespectful, but rather an uncontrollable urge towards life and a yearning for

motherhood .

This was a wonderful time, no less precious than being in the womb. I could fully enjoy my mother's sweet, full

breasts ; they were mine, and no one could take them away. Of course, Dad and Mom would also do

what they wanted at night. Perhaps Dad also desired Mom's breasts. When they were together, Dad would always suckle at

Mom 's nipple. Often, Mom would scold Dad, "Don't be so crazy! You

'll drink all the milk, what will happen to our son?" Dad would laugh and say, "It's okay, I'll only drink what our son leaves." Mom

would blush , hug me shyly, and say, "We won't give it to him, right, son? Mom's milk is only for you."

Dad would then laugh heartily.

This is an important detail that we cannot easily overlook: both the father and the young son

are possessive of their mother's breasts. This can be seen in the father kissing the mother's breasts during intercourse and

the infant's longing for the mother's nipple. What does the possessiveness of the father and son towards the mother's breasts signify? For the son,

is it merely a need for breastfeeding or a male's need for a woman? I had no way of knowing, nor did I want to delve any deeper,

otherwise those extreme "moralists" would have made me a pariah.

At that time, I was a baby boy, and my mother put me in my own little bed. But I would always cry loudly at

night because I was hungry or wet the bed, disturbing their peace. My mother had no choice but to let

the three of us sleep together, and I lay "between my father and mother." But even that wasn't enough for me, so I

would often poop and pee at the same time, and because I was often snuggled in my mother's arms, I would poop directly

on my father. What a naughty little thing! My father would angrily complain and would have to

take the clothes covered in my excrement to wash. This way, I could lean against my mother's soft arms and

fall asleep contentedly in the gentle warmth of her mother. In this way, because my father anticipated being attacked by my poop at any time, he

kept his distance from my bottom and also from my mother; I finally relied on the unique ability of a baby to enjoy

my mother's love all by myself.

During this time, my arrival not only reduced my parents' sex life, but my mother's

delicate postpartum body also meant she had to stay home with me for extended periods. My father

was very busy with work to support three people, meaning my mother's hormones were likely to take effect when he wasn't home. A woman's

breasts are her erogenous zones, and when my mother breastfed me, my little mouth diligently sucked

on every part of her nipple—a stark contrast to my father's sucking, where men would never suckle so

carefully and for so long. I think at that moment, my mother wasn't just breastfeeding, but also enjoying

the sexual stimulation from her breasts. It was a very subtle feeling, known only to the mother herself,

experiencing this "hidden and subtle" sexual pleasure while feeding her child.

Time flies, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye. I am six years old, and my mother is 32. As mentioned above,

my mother has always treated me like a baby in her arms, showering me with love and care. My father, due to work,

has been away from home for many years, just as he was when I was a baby. I'm certain that my mother

's sexual needs were very strong at the time, and I can give a few examples to prove it.

1. Although in a child's mind, six years old is already an "adult," I still needed my mother to bathe me,

otherwise I would never get those parts that needed cleaning properly. My mother put me in a wooden tub, rubbed

soap , and also cleaned my genitals. A boy's genitals are, after all, male physiological characteristics.

When a mother touches them, even if the son doesn't feel any discomfort, does the mother necessarily feel nothing at all? I still remember

the scene of my mother wiping my whole body with a towel; she always looked at me with infinite tenderness.

It's well known that boys like to play with their own genitals; Freud called this "the earliest form of sexual desire." When I

touched my own genitals, my mother would scold me repeatedly, "Don't play with your little penis! You'll get sick!"

Why could my mother touch my genitals so casually, yet be so disgusted by me playing with my "little penis"?

I think this is very likely because the mother wants to obtain sexual satisfaction

from —this prevents him from "going astray" and also makes her feel at ease—

this deep-seated mentality is hard to understand.

2. My mother and I often play together on the bed during the day. I can't remember exactly what we played,

but one thing I do remember is that my mother liked to play with me while affectionately kissing my cheeks and little mouth.

My mother would hug me and say affectionately, "Little rascal, come here, give Mommy a kiss." I would immediately pout

and kiss her cheek. My mother would then say, "Good boy, give me a kiss." And we would happily kiss.

At this time I would always ride on my mother's belly, excitedly shouting, "Giddy up! Horse, run faster!" My mother would laugh

and say, "Little one, you're making Mommy breathless!" My mother didn't seem to care about kissing me; in her

eyes, I was just an ignorant child, and kissing was a loving expression between mother and child. But who can prove that

when my mother kissed me passionately, there wasn't a sexual expression involved? I am both a child and a man, and kissing can have many

meanings; it can express affection while also providing sexual satisfaction. Regarding

the "emergence of the Oedipus complex,"

I don't remember the specific details at all; I will only describe the process and the state of affairs within

a particular environment. As for the "Oedipus complex," I think it roughly stemmed from my childhood interactions with my mother...

It sprouted during moments of solitude and intimate contact. Once this complex arose, it

was difficult to shake off, because the emotions involved were so deep and complex, it was hard to say whether it was familial love, attachment, romantic love, or sexual desire. Six years later, I was 12 years old, and

my male hormones were gradually developing. So at this time, perhaps while I was still full of attachment to my mother,

I also experienced the admiration and sexual urges that a man has for a mature woman.

My mother was 38 years old at this time, and I found her very sexy and beautiful: she was not tall, about 157

cm, and had a slightly plump figure with a dignified and clear face; her eyes were large and gentle, and her lips were full; her

earlobes had always been my favorite part, small, delicate, and incredibly tender; her breasts

were no longer as large as they used to be, her slender waist was gradually becoming fuller, and her thighs and hips were quite plump. You can

see from this description that I had already learned to carefully observe my mother's body, which was fundamentally different from my childhood: a child

only knows that his mother is kind and gentle, while a teenager, on top of that, has developed a vague understanding of "sex."

For a while, I could still sleep with my mother. In my dreams, I was still

like , tightly hugging her neck. This seemed to make my mother very proud; she often happily told her friends about me:

"My darling son is closest to me; he always hugs me tightly at night." My mother thought I was still

the same as when I was first born, just a kind of attachment to the mother's body. I felt the same way at the time and didn't feel any discomfort.

But one time, I suddenly felt that the mother beside me was also a woman, a thought that surprised and

excited me greatly. I unconsciously reached out and hugged my mother, gently stroking her breasts. This unconscious

action made me so nervous that I couldn't breathe, yet I was extremely happy. I pressed my body against my mother's back, resting my head on

her shoulder, feeling warm and gentle, and quickly fell asleep. In her sleep, my mother gently pushed my hands away,

murmuring, "This child really won't grow up; he still wants to nurse!" This behavior of mine was

a mixture of sexual orientation and the attachment of a child.

Another time, I woke up hazily in the early morning and stroked my mother beside me. It was early autumn. My mother was wearing

a vest; her skin was delicate, and her fair, full

arms were clearly visible, with a wisp of downy hair peeking out from under her armpits. Her face was delicate and full, and her sexy neck and chest were clearly visible. I was overjoyed and

hugged my mother tightly, stroking her plump, smooth arms, then holding her neck and resting my head on

her chin. In her sleep, my mother unconsciously reached out to stroke me, wrapping her arms around my waist, bringing us

very close together face to face. Her heavy breathing in her sleep excited me greatly, and I almost wanted

to kiss her lips like a child. I turned to my side, placing one leg on my mother's well-defined hip, a

possessive desire for her body filling my brain, and my penis quickly became erect, brushing against

her . I pressed my face even closer to my mother, my forehead against her lips, and my mother

unconsciously hugged me even tighter, pressing her full cheek against mine. I was so happy I almost shouted. I could

estimate that my lips were only a few centimeters away from my mother's, and I really wanted to kiss her soft lips. But at that moment, I didn't dare.

I could only hug my mother's soft waist and caress her small earlobe.

I didn't dare to kiss my mother like I used to, which shows that while I had developed

a sense self-restraint. I remember that in the year or two before I turned 12, I would forcefully pull on

my mother's nightgown in my sleep, trying to grab her breasts; but now I didn't dare to kiss her. I think this is

related to my mother gradually becoming aware of my sexual maturity. She must have realized that her son had developed at least some sexual feelings and was no longer the ignorant child

he once was . So my mother would consciously keep her distance from me in certain aspects, making me feel her

rejection of my "expressions of affection," which explains my timidity.

There is another point that I almost overlooked. If we assume that this incident did not occur at all,

it might have greatly reduced my desire to possess my mother. I still clearly remember when I was just a few years old,

I accidentally witnessed my parents playing around in bed. It seemed like a joke, but it also

felt sexually stimulating. To be precise, because my parents neglected me and

engaged , I developed a desire to have my mother's body like my father's

. The long periods of solitude between mother and son only reinforced this desire. We shouldn't underestimate children's

judgment ; they can understand the world with keen eyes and rich emotions, which

is far superior to explaining things with words—because many things and many scenes cannot be expressed in writing. The truths that children

understand in their hearts, truths they cannot clearly articulate, may never be discovered by us adults.

In general, during this period, my mother rejected my attempts at intimacy (or perhaps "teasing" would be more

accurate). I felt a mix of fear, excitement, and longing. Finally, I realized that

I was no longer a child. If I tried to achieve sexual satisfaction through the same way a child expresses affection to their mother,

I was mistaken. My mother certainly felt the sexual satisfaction I gave her (this

could be seen in her reaction to my caresses in her sleep), but she wouldn't willingly accept my blatant sexual advances.

※In the above text, my frequent use of the word "sex" is solely

based , and may not be entirely appropriate, but it is supported by ample theory and examples. Moralists often

vehemently criticize views like mine, accusing them of being "filthy, vulgar, and desecrating the pure bond between mother and child." But

"sex" does not preclude our sincere "emotions." There are many ways to express emotions, and "sex" is one of them

. Moreover, "sex" and "emotion" are often inseparable:

1. We can discuss the illicit affair between Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian in *Water Margin*.

Could a man and woman so infatuated with "sex" truly have no feelings at all? Pan Jinlian's marriage to Wu Dalang was unhappy,

so she first pinned her hopes on Wu Song, but after being rejected, she accepted the pursuit of Ximen Qing. Of course, such extramarital affairs

are condemned by traditional morality, but who can deny

the existence of "love" in the pursuit of a man she likes?

2. Furthermore, for example, in *The Bridges of Madison County*, the female protagonist falls in love with the male reporter, and after they fall in love,

they have sex. Can you separate "love" and "sex" here?

Considering these reasons, I summarize the above two parts as "the omnipresent nature of sex" and the resulting...

The "Oedipus complex." The following will further describe and analyze the changes in the family's marital breakdown and the emotional bond between mother and son . ※

"Using 'Sex' as Revenge; Changes in the Emotional Bond Between Mother and Son"

We take six years as a time point. Six years later, I am 18 years old, and my mother is 44. I have the composure of

an adult and richer emotions, while my mother has lost some of her youthful beauty, her face

bearing the marks of time, but her body has gained a mature charm and an elegant temperament. In my eyes, my mother is

still so beautiful; no woman has ever impressed me like her: she is intelligent, humorous, hardworking,

kind, and dignified. In other words, my love for my mother has only increased, but this "love" is different from before:

undeniably, I still have some attachment to her, and a lot of sexual attraction, but more importantly,

I am deeply captivated by the extraordinary charm of a mature woman. This "love" has undergone a huge change, a result of gradual

growth . I no longer openly "professed my love" to my mother as before, but expressed my

feelings very subtly; at the same time, I became bolder and no longer afraid of my mother's rejection.

Then something very unpleasant happened: my father had an affair (note that from this point on,

we changed our address for our fathers from "Dad" to "Father." This change in address signifies that the boy had

become a man, no longer having the same attachment to his father, and perhaps even harboring some hostility). I remember my mother once

telling me that marriages in her generation were generally not very happy. Due to the Cultural Revolution, many people

grew up and were unable to return to the city immediately. Their urgent need for sex led many of them to hastily marry. We

can reasonably conclude that marriages based solely on sexual needs are unlikely to have an emotional foundation—which is why we

often see couples in their forties getting divorced or having extramarital affairs. This example verifies the relationship between "sex" and "emotion" mentioned

earlier ; forcibly separating the two will yield no results.

Similarly, I do not intend to endorse Plato's concept of love as "fully armored," nor can I accept that my

previous sexual advances would have a positive effect. So what exactly is "emotion"? It's a question that could be debated for a thousand years

without a definitive answer, and I don't want to elaborate.

What I find amusing is that those who engage in extramarital affairs don't necessarily derive much

satisfaction . Perhaps initially there's the sexual thrill of tasting forbidden fruit and the excitement of finding "new love," but as time goes on, they

discover that the other person isn't much different from their spouse. Thus, we see this

cycle: marriage—extramarital affair—divorce—remarriage—extramarital affair—divorce… until finally

everyone gets fed up and decides to stop doing such a laborious and unprofitable thing. Isn't it laughable? Marriage is not something to be taken lightly

, and once you have a wife (or husband), you should fulfill your responsibilities and not easily commit adultery

. Conversely, those who enjoy philandering should not get married, lest everyone be unhappy.

I've seen the woman rumored to have had an affair with my father; she was a slutty, overweight nouveau riche,

utterly repulsive . Unfortunately, perhaps that's just my father's taste; or perhaps he felt he couldn't

compare to my elegant and proud mother, and voluntarily gave her up—so I repeatedly remind you: marriage is not something to be taken lightly.

My mother argued with my father about this for a long time; her anger and destructive power were so great that even I, an observer who "didn't

participate the fight," was deeply affected. I saw my mother in so much pain that she banged her head on the ground, and I immediately went to comfort her.

My mother leaned sadly on my shoulder, tears streaming down her face, soaking my sleeve. As I comforted my grieving mother,

I cursed my father's despicable behavior and that damned slut in my heart. I love my mother very much, so I

absolutely will not allow anyone to hurt her. Although, according to Freud, the father is the son's rival in the competition

for the mother , I still wouldn't allow him to be unfaithful to my mother in the slightest (originally, the son should

have been happy at this time, because he could have the opportunity to have his mother all to himself). This emotion, which I myself find perplexing,

is only natural for a mother and son with a deep bond, but it also resembles the complex

feelings of a love triangle.

While comforting my mother, who was crying in my arms, I experienced a bittersweet feeling, while

inwardly plotting a way to get revenge on my father with immense anger. I took advantage of an opportunity when my parents were not home and

forced myself on that slut (see my humble work, "The Mature Woman Who Came to My Door"). No one knew that after

this act of revenge, that slut never dared to flirt with my father again and obediently left. This was the first time I used

sex to get revenge on my father. Later, my mother seemed to know about it and mentioned it to me casually, but she was too frightened by my

furious reaction to ask any further questions.

On one occasion, while comforting my mother, I expressed my love to her, kissing her passionately and holding

her tightly in my arms. Mom understood what I meant and pushed me away, saying, "Don't do anything rash! Are you

going bully me too?" Looking at the glistening tears on Mom's beautiful face, I almost cried myself: "

Mom, I love you! Why would you rather be bullied by him than accept me?" Mom angrily slapped

me, and seeing my reddened face, she immediately stroked me with heartache and sighed, "What do you want me to do?"

I hugged Mom again, expressing my apology with deep kisses and caresses. Mom didn't object anymore, obediently

letting me comfort her, leaning against me and sobbing. She nestled gently in my arms, and from her helpless and

loving eyes, I could see she was waiting for me to win her over. This time, Mom accepted me, but I

couldn't bear to have her now. I sighed again, offered a few words of comfort, and stopped forcing her. I understood that Mom

hadn't truly accepted me; she was using sex to retaliate against Father, and I had no interest in that kind of sex.

It's strange that when our lovers betray us, our first reaction is always to retaliate with sex—

just as we feel utterly devastated when we see our lover having sex with someone else.

Sex is selfish, and so is love.

When what is private is not respected, people will use the same methods to compensate themselves and retaliate against others. Under pressure from my mother and me, my father was forced to back down and break off contact with that woman. My mother and father

stopped their fighting, and everything returned to normal. But in my opinion, the rift between my mother and father is irreparable ; they can never return to their former intimacy. I am very worried about their superficial harmony; I feel a suffocating atmosphere in the house, but I am powerless to change it.

Time flies, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye. I am 22 years old, and my mother is 48. My infatuation with my mother has grown stronger

day by day , never wavering. During this time, my mother seems to have suddenly regained the charm of a young woman,

becoming radiant. She is still somewhat plump, but she has completely lost the vibrant spirit of youth. I

am delighted by my mother's changes and proud of her youthful spirit.

My father is growing distant from my mother and I, and he also feels unwelcome, so he focuses his attention

on work and social life. If I am not home, my mother is very lonely, with no one to talk to.

As I become more independent, it seems that there is even less to talk about between mother and son. This is something I really don't want to see,

and I am determined to understand my mother as much as possible and care for this lonely, charming, and beautiful woman. I have started

to refer to my mother as "a woman" here because we are more like adult friends than a

simple, childish mother and son.

I often take the initiative to chat with my mother, opening my mind and sharing my knowledge, engaging in free-flowing and imaginative conversations.

My mother was delighted by my maturity and captivated by my increasingly outstanding demeanor, for I

could glean everything from the tender gaze she gave me. In our free time, we would do chores together and chat happily; the harmonious

atmosphere was indescribable, a charm that would leave those who constantly talk about "charm" but lack substance in their

pretentious pursuits utterly inadequate. What is charm? It's a noble and elegant state of mind, a tacit and

harmonious partnership, something that cannot be learned without genuine communication and rich inner qualities; at best, it's merely a

superficial imitation, all show and no substance.

I joyfully savored all of this, as if returning to the innocent joy of childhood. My mother was also very intelligent;

she not only listened but also offered guidance. This made me even more enamored—of all

the girls and women I've known, none understood me or offered such guidance as my mother; her

charm was unparalleled! What reason did I have not to love such a woman?

Gradually, my mother developed a kind of emotional dependence on me. I often noticed her lowering her head slightly,

gazing at me with dreamy eyes, as if I were her whole life. A sweet smile played on her face,

almost imperceptible, like the shy tenderness of a young girl in first love facing her sweetheart. At these moments, I would deliberately

stop , smiling, and say, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" My mother would then realize she was completely captivated,

blushing and quickly saying, "Nothing! Please continue." I would glance at her slyly, revealing

a knowing and warm smile, and continue explaining my views and doing my chores. My mother would involuntarily stop again,

casting me tender glances once more, her bright eyes seemingly glued to me.

This was a woman's reliance on and infatuation with a man; I can express the situation so clearly.

Because of my care, thoughtfulness, and increasingly mature charm, my mother finally experienced a completely new kind of enjoyment.

How intoxicating this was compared to her past foolish courtship! My meticulous care in her daily life and

my continuous growth in her spirit made my mother feel that she had found a man's protection and care, which is the most important pillar for

a woman . Deep in their minds, every woman has a

psychological dependence on men and a desire to be protected and valued. When she feels that the man beside her treats her this way, she will give him sincere

gratitude and even all her love. My care for my mother doesn't make me expect anything in return; I just want

to savor this fleeting moment of beauty—but to be honest, if my mother truly gave me everything, I would be very excited to accept her love

now .

Once, I was standing on the balcony, lost in thought, when my mother came to me. She

hugged me from behind

, rested her head on my shoulder, and gently asked with a smile, "Silly boy, what are you daydreaming about?" I felt

incredibly tender, and my breathing quickened involuntarily. I took my mother's hands and kissed

them deeply, then turned and put my arms around her soft shoulders, pulling her close. My body was warm; such intimate

contact had become rare. I kissed my mother's cheek and earlobe. She flinched slightly, giggling and playfully scolding me,

"Still so naughty!" Looking at her shy expression, a surge of intense desire rushed to my head, making me

almost unable to control myself. I wanted to become one with her right then and there! Because I loved her so much! I

pulled her closer with my arms, my hand inadvertently brushing against her armpit, feeling her full, soft breasts.

My mother didn't move, still gently talking to me. I released her, took her hands in mine, and gazed at her again.

My mother 's smile was the most beautiful flower in the world. Lost in this moment, I didn't want to disturb this pure moment, struggling to suppress

the rising flames of desire. My mother asked me softly, "What are you looking at? Silly boy? Don't you recognize your mother?"

I said earnestly, "Mom, you're so beautiful! If you went for beauty treatments and health maintenance regularly, no one would guess you're almost

50." My mother happily chided me, "You naughty boy, such a sweet tongue! When did you learn to fawn over

your mother ?" I was telling the truth, and my mother laughed heartily.

Although I didn't take the initiative, I was certain that my mother liked me. I often stared at my mother

's beautiful and moving body, admiring her repeatedly. She attracted me like a goddess; and she always looked at

me with affection, touching my heart with her flirtatious glances. I never imagined that one day I would actually win

my mother's love; this was something I never even dreamed of before. Our mutual care, understanding, and tacit understanding

laid . At this point, all we needed was the exciting stimulant of "sex" to ignite it,

and then everything fell into place.

My gaze towards my mother became increasingly intense, and my mother seemed to sense it, appearing somewhat uncomfortable,

but also very satisfied. My mother was perhaps proud of attracting her young son, and even more so, she felt

deeply captivated by his elegant and handsome appearance—a two-way connection. Driven by a growing restlessness and arousal of sexual desire, their interdependent hearts

became both tense and excited, fearful and yearning, filled with

fantasies . I noticed that my mother's attire was becoming increasingly glamorous; she was dressing for me, enjoying the

passive feeling of being stared at with my burning gaze. There was a touch of "visual rape" involved; my mother probably

enjoyed this feeling of being "forced" by her beloved son, contentedly waiting for me to take her.

One cool, mild autumn day, after midday, my mother changed her clothes: she wore a cream-colored...

Wearing an embroidered short-sleeved t-shirt and cropped casual pants that hugged her hips, her short, ear-length hair looked exceptionally

delicate and fresh. Mom went to the balcony, and I quietly came up behind her, gently embracing her full waist and kissing her

neck. Mom didn't resist at all; instead, she slowly rested her head and body against my chest. I noticed Mom

closed her eyes, smiling as she let me caress her. My heart pounded wildly, and my hands gradually wandered to Mom's chest, caressing her.

Mom became somewhat aroused, reaching out to turn my head and kissing my cheek. Looking at Mom's slightly red lips and smelling

the fragrant orchid scent wafting towards me, I became even more moved. Mom was like a vibrant crabapple blossom just awakening from a deep sleep,

captivating and endearing, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her lips. Mom offered her

cherry lips with infinite tenderness, closing her eyes at the same time. When I kissed my mother's tender, red, and fiery lips, it was like holding two

ripe, sweet fruits in my mouth, savoring them endlessly, unwilling to let go...

After a long while, our lips finally parted reluctantly. My mother was already intoxicated by the blissful moment,

clinging tightly to me, softly humming, her face flushed, her starry eyes slightly closed. When a woman doesn't love you, she

won't show any reaction to your advances; but if a woman is completely devoted to you, she will willingly

offer her red lips for you to savor. I kissed my mother's fragrant lips again, this time we were incredibly excited, becoming

one for a full ten minutes, unwilling to separate; we were both exploring every

sensitive spot on each other's bodies in passionate love. My mother, panting, rested her head against my chest, her breath

coming in short gasps. "My dear child," she said, "I can't breathe!" I kissed her forehead and said, "Mom, you were so excited! You were suffocating me

." My mother buried her face in my chest shyly… Words were superfluous now, just as

lovers in the throes of passion say, "Silence speaks louder than words."

Finally, after a long and passionate embrace, my mother and I, completely lost in our intoxication, stripped naked

and became one ! I felt as if I had waited five hundred years for this moment! Guided by my mother, I

stepped back into my long-missed birthplace—my childhood Eden, a warm and safe fortress, filled

with endless joy. Returning to this familiar place filled me with immense excitement, my heart pounding with joy.

Infected also cheered excitedly, welcoming me, her wanderer, back to her homeland. I

played joyfully in the soft, tender embrace of my mother, scattering my love little by little into the soil that gave me birth. With each

relentless thrust, my mother cried out, just as she had during my childbirth, a mixture of pain and bliss: "My good child, I

've given you everything! Hurry!" My love for my mother transformed into boundless passion, and I thrust even more fiercely.

I longed to possess my mother and forever protect this woman I loved so deeply; I wanted to have her! Just as she

had completely possessed me! With a simultaneous cry from mother and son, we collapsed,

leaning on panting heavily. We continued our journey in the climax of lovemaking,

releasing all the pent-up emotions we had held back for so long, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain, only wanting to penetrate each other's bodies and possess our precious child

once and for all …

When our love juices had run dry, my mother and I were utterly exhausted. We embraced,

gazing at each other with a tenderness that shone through our exhaustion. My mother, both blissful and in pain, actually cried—after all, joy and sorrow are brothers

born ! I held the woman I loved most in my life tightly, letting her hot tears fall on me. From this day forward

, she is my woman, and no one can take her away from me.

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