The Gift of the Magic Clock

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"Big Brother... someone... someone..." The man running from afar shouted breathlessly.
"Slow down... don't rush." The man called Big Brother had regular features and deep, calm eyes. He gestured for his subordinates to calm down.
"Brother Yuan, the thing you wanted, it! It's gone..." The confidant's voice grew softer and softer, more and more trembling...
"What?!" Even someone as calm as Fang Yuan was shocked. He had spent two years planning to obtain that piece made by the European master craftsman, but he still hadn't gotten it. What was he missing? "The one on display at the British Museum is indeed a fake. The real one was switched a few days ago!
They say it was done by those shady characters..." The confidant also showed a surprised expression. Fang Yuan frowned. "They're lying. The British royal family even hired a descendant of Van Helsing, but they didn't make a move! This means that the person who did this must be at least a top-tier..."
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"Thief, call me whatever you want. Anything is fine." An Ran was in his room on the second floor of his house, stroking the exquisite clock with a fascinated expression. An Ran was a high school student, a machine-obsessed thief...
Click. Click. With a flick of his wrist, An Ran removed the top cover of the ancient and precise instrument. But then, a flash of blue light! Fragments and parts all fell apart. The top cover shattered on the floor.
"Oh! Shit. Who will fix it..."
"Ranran, what are you doing?" His mother's voice came from outside. An Ran's mother, Tong Xin, is a part-time housewife, primarily responsible for An Ran's studies. Sometimes she also teaches guzheng, piano, and yoga to the neighborhood ladies and young women. At 36, she is charming, with a beautiful figure, fair skin, and a 36D bust.
An Ran's father, An Yongjun, is a military officer of moderate rank, but he rarely returns home…
Incidentally, An Ran's grandfather was also a high-ranking official. This old man always boasted that he was the only son in his family for generations, and that his ancestors were all exceptionally gifted and capable of becoming pillars of society. So, logically, An Ran should be a third-generation official. However, An Ran has a rebellious streak and is influenced by the internet. He admires those elusive thieves who can scale walls and disappear without a trace. So, one day after school when he was nine, he spent ten yuan at a bridge under a building to buy several books that an old beggar claimed were martial arts manuals, and made him practice diligently… and
he actually mastered them!
These manuals include [Treading the Moon and Leaving Fragrance], [Flicking Finger Skill], and [Fuxi and Yi]. Unfortunately, I didn't learn [Buddha's
Palm ]...
[Treading the Moon and Leaving Fragrance] is the long-lost light-body technique of the legendary thief Chu Liuxiang. It's like a dragonfly skimming the water, moving silently, which startled Tong Xin several times. [ Flicking
Finger Skill] aside,
[Fuxi and Yi] is an internal energy cultivation technique that prolongs life and enhances physical abilities.
An Ran's normal state is stable; he likes to quietly manipulate machinery alone.
If An Ran's grandfather happens to pass by, he'll usually nod and say, "My grandson will definitely be a talent in the future, just like your grandfather! Back then, I was a tank driver! When we went to other countries, we never needed visas! Whether it was real estate or enemies, we'd charge through them all!"
At this time, An Ran is unstable. He'll imagine his mother's freshly washed sheets and clothes as enemies, and himself as a tank. He'll charge forward! Wherever he goes, he's unstoppable!
Soon, An Ran went from hero to martyr. Tong Xin, who used to practice Taekwondo, would use her thick feather duster to teach An Ran a lesson
…
The beatings improved somewhat after An Ran mastered the "Treading the Moon and Leaving Fragrance" technique. (He dared not explicitly reveal his martial arts skills, as warned in the book.)
But later, An Ran entered puberty. He was strongly attracted to his beautiful mother
and would peep at her while she bathed, but he was always caught…
Usually, he could escape using his light-footed skills…
Then, his mother once stood gently under a tree and said, "Come down, I won't hit you," but he ended up getting beaten even worse!
Because his mother was too violent! And later, his mother would completely block the bathhouse, even placing aluminum cans next to the doors and windows to sound the alarm…
An Ran would repeatedly slink away,
which aroused his rebellious nature.
So, at this exhibition of rare and exotic treasures, this magical clock from Europe caught his eye
—
it was a treasure capable of bewitching anyone! ...
Legend has it that this magical clock could receive commands from the person who played the strings and impose them on those who heard the ticking. This evil object
unfortunately disappeared during the great Renaissance, and those who knew of it were gradually forgotten by history.
With the passage of time, only some ancient noble circles still circulate its story.
Now, it seems that An Ran has broken this object...
After a moment of stunned silence, An Ran quickly regained his composure. This thing was a bit fragile.
He picked up the clock's core component, which was engraved with many things An Ran couldn't understand. This component was intact, but it only worked when placed with the clock. An Ran carefully placed it aside, then sorted the ordinary parts and placed them on another side.
Then An Ran got up and locked the door. He took out another old quartz clock from under the bed. This clock was Tong Xin's dowry, and it was usually kept in the master bedroom, which was An Ran's parents' room.
An Ran's hands trembled slightly. This clock was something even An Ran's father couldn't touch;
thinking of his mother's angry face... It absolutely couldn't be discovered!
This matter couldn't afford to go wrong. An Ran calmed herself down by circulating her inner energy. Then, based on the information she found online, she opened the clock and installed the core component.
The blue light flashed again, and the clock started working.
Next, she needed to wind it up.
Now she had to enter the password, but what if something went wrong? Who knew if something so ancient would malfunction?
An Ran was caught in a dilemma.
Just then
, ding-dong!
The doorbell downstairs rang...
Tap. Tap. It was the sound of Mom opening the door in slippers.
"Teacher Tong, we're here to bother you again." Three smiling women walked in. They were neighbors and acquaintances, who had come to learn guzheng techniques from Tong Xin because of their love of music. Sometimes only one student would come.
"Don't mention it, come in quickly." Tong Xin took out slippers and handed them to the guests.
The group chatted and laughed as they walked into the living room, sat down on the floor, and began the lesson. After a while, Tong Xin exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and said there was still something cooking in the pot. She then invited them to stay for lunch and hurriedly ran to the kitchen. An Ran's eyes lit up. He would do a few minor experiments first! He silently entered a few rules into the clock, then opened the door a crack and tiptoed to pick up the old quartz clock. He quietly placed it in an inconspicuous spot in the corner between the living room and the kitchen
... Tick-tock... Tick-tock...
An eerie blue light flashed
...
Besides the person playing the string, everyone who heard the ticking sound would be affected.
At noon, Tong Xin called An Ran down for lunch, but An Ran said he hadn't finished his homework . An Ran
guessed the others had already started eating, so he quietly opened the door.
Seeing An Ran come down, Tong Xin went to get a bowl. "Mom's soup is so delicious today, you should try it."
After greeting everyone, An Ran sat down and began to carefully observe their behavior.
"An Ran, don't just stand there! Your mom's cooking is so good!" Aunt Zhang put a piece of meat into An Ran's bowl.
"This food is delicious!" Sister Chen across from him said the same thing.
"Your mom is so skillful; this soup is delicious and nutritious, but we in the department don't dare eat too much, afraid of gaining weight." Aunt Zhang took another sip of soup
. "Hmm, I'll have a steamed bun. You guys drink your soup slowly." An Ran took a steamed bun.
"Haha..."
"Haha, eating a steamed bun? Don't be silly..." Sister Chen laughed heartily, clutching her chest
. Aunt Zhang's chest also trembled. Aunt Zhang accidentally sprayed some soup onto her chest. Her breasts were probably a size larger than her mother's, at least an E cup. Aunt Zhang wiped them away embarrassedly.
Anran had just set up a concept swap: eating = drinking, drinking = eating.
Seeing this, Anran was certain it was effective. So, would her second rule, saying goodbye = hugging, also be effective?
After dinner, the group said goodbye.
"Goodbye, Teacher Tong, goodbye, Ranran~" Sister Chen hugged her mother first, then hugged Anran. Sister Chen had a special, pleasant fragrance.
Next, Anran hugged Sister Zhang, carefully feeling the firmness and elasticity of her breasts.
"Bye-bye!" Finally, Sister Li naturally hugged the mother and son, then left.
After the clock chimed, the clock's restrictions would automatically disappear, returning to normal.
Both verifications were effective, so they could proceed to the next step of the plan…
Anran stayed alone in the house, analyzing everything that had happened that day. He was a cautious person;
he always believed
that "once they leave the house, or can no longer hear the clock chiming, they will automatically break free from the clock's control." In other words, the three aunts wouldn't be found to be abnormal after returning home. "
But that wasn't the
case... After hiding the clock in his room again, making sure no one outside could hear it, he asked his mother what to do when parting from guests. His mother, like looking at a child, said, 'Of course, hug!
'... This clock actually emits radiation, over a wide range... rather than sound... He knew too little about things from that era."
This startled An Xiaozhai
because... what if one day a strange man came and said goodbye to his beautiful mother while he was away...?
"Damn it!" I will never let that happen
. An Ran locked the door again.
'I need to know how to deactivate it.'
This time, he touched the clock more carefully. He discovered that when his fingertips approached the clock face, two blue circles appeared at the 1 and 2 o'clock positions. When he touched them, the circles disappeared. 'Does this mean my command has been deactivated?' He
hid the clock under the bed and went to his mother again to ask for confirmation. This time, he asked about food and drink. His mother gave him a satisfactory answer.
Anran happily returned to the room and took out the clock. This time, he set three rules in one go. However, after setting them, he suddenly felt his meridians flowing in reverse. Anran was shocked and quickly circulated his energy to regulate his breathing. Moreover, he found that his true energy was almost depleted!
After several hours of meditation and breath adjustment, An Ran finally caught his breath. He
glanced at the time; it was already 9 PM.
He looked at the clock beside him. This thing actually required true qi to use, and his true qi could only support two rules at most; three was a bit too much.
He got out of bed.
His mother should already be asleep.
However, looking at the 1, 2, and 3 circles lit up on the clock, he opened the door.
Because An Ran had never done anything like sneaking into his mother's room at night, he smoothly and quietly entered.
The room was cozy, and his mother was sleeping peacefully and sweetly. The thin sheet couldn't hide her shapely figure at all. Her legs were crossed, her long, slender legs extending beyond the sheet, looking very alluring. An Ran quietly walked to his mother's side. There was a pleasant scent in the air—his mother's feminine fragrance.
He couldn't help but kiss his beloved mother's hair, then stepped back out of the room
. *Ding ding ding*
After a while, his mother opened her sleepy eyes. "Ranran? Had a nightmare? Come in."
"Mmm," An Ran said obediently, his face pale and sweating, looking like he'd just had a nightmare.
"Would you like to sleep here with Mom?" Tong Xin patted the blanket and patted the bed.
His mother was wearing a loose vest today, and her high breasts even revealed the shape of her nipples
. "But Mom, I'm so old now, I can't always sleep with you. So I hope you can come to my room and stay with me for a while. If I fall asleep, please leave, okay? Otherwise, I'll feel really uncomfortable. Can you come to my room?" An Ran looked at his mother pitifully
. "You're so sensible. Let's go." His mother stood up, her lower body wearing light red panties, her pubic area bulging. An Ran,
of course, was willing to lead the way
to An Ran's room. An Ran sat down on the edge of the bed. His mother came over, wiped An Ran's head, and then laid him down. "Come on, sleep. Mom's here."
An Ran's stiff face softened a little. "Mom, can you sing me a lullaby?" An Ran rested his head on his mother's... He lay on his mother's lap, his face pressed against her lower abdomen, slowly inhaling her scent. A wicked glint flashed in his eyes.
"Hmm, okay," his mother said, straightening her upper body and pulling off her vest. Her two large, white breasts, the ones that had once nurtured him, sprang out.
Rule 1: Lullaby = Breastfeeding.
His mother naturally brought her fair breasts to An Ran's lips.
Watching the full, jade-like breasts rise and fall with her breath, the pale pink areolas and small nipples, his mother smiled as she watched
An Ran, thrilled. He grasped one of her breasts, feeling its delicate, elastic texture. An Ran licked his lips and took a pink bud into his mouth.
His mother's skin was so white, and smelling the milky scent, his hand even trembled slightly. Not wanting to favor one over the other, his other hand joined in, feeling the shape and temperature of his mother's breasts.
An Ran's smacking sounds became a lewd melody in the bedroom.
After a while, he sucked his mother's nipple until it turned red before releasing the now slightly enlarged nipple. It was released innocently. Then Anran took the other nipple into her mouth. This time, Anran gently bit the tip, her tongue swirling around, leaving teeth marks on her mother's nipple. At the same time, she increased the pressure in her hands. She
would have to touch her mother's big breasts every night from now on.
Her mother reacted as if she'd been electrocuted, frowning, seemingly puzzled as to why her nipples hurt when she sang. However, because of the massage of her erogenous zones, her mother's face flushed slightly. Anran's hands
moved rhythmically, sometimes kneading, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching, shaping the two heavy breasts into various forms. Sometimes she would draw circles on her mother's pink areolas with her tongue.
Whether it was a hallucination or not, Anran felt that her mother's breasts seemed to have grown a size larger, and she carefully felt them with both hands
—
just as the little lecher was busy sucking and licking, her mother had finished her "song." She picked up her vest and put it back on, then reached inside to adjust the position of her breasts.
Anran rested her head on her mother's lap again; the full breasts seemed about to burst through the short vest.
"Mom, I'm so sleepy now. Thank you, Mom. Can I have a bedtime kiss?"
Rule 2: Bedtime kiss = kissing.
Her mother's charming smile drew closer, and the timid Anran closed her eyes.
So soft, this was Anran's first reaction
. Her first kiss was for her mother. I love you.
The boundary between mother and son no longer existed. Look, they touched. Anran so abruptly sucked on her mother's lips, a milky scent. Her mother's eyes were slightly closed.
Then, Anran pulled her mother down with a little force, and her mother limply lay on top of him. His hands roamed over his mother's smooth, delicate back,
while his tongue teased her delicate lips.
His mother opened her mouth slightly, and a cunning little tongue darted out, as if to say, "If you don't catch me, I'll run away!" Anran wasn't
about to let it go. He gently held his mother's head, his tongue probing and sucking, their tongues entwining passionately.
The air was filled with his mother's mature womanly scent, which Anran greedily inhaled. His hands also stirred, pushing up his mother's tank top, letting her breasts relax and receive a massage. Her
sensitive lips and body felt her son's heat and intrusion, and a soft, cloying "Mmm...Mmm" escaped from deep within her throat. Her lower body wrapped her legs around Anran's, rubbing against him, her lips sucking on his. Just that one moment! Little Silver Thief An Ran was about to surrender. His club was already hard and pressing against a warm spot. At this moment, no martial arts seemed to be able to stop An Ran from losing his virginity. His precious years of virginity were about to be destroyed.
Losing one's virginity was no joke. At this
critical moment, An Ran's father's image appeared in his mind. An Ran calmed down for a moment...
Fortunately, Dad appeared at the critical moment, otherwise your son's virginity would be in danger. Thank you, Dad!
Anyway, my skills will be perfected in a few days. Today, I must resist
my mother's charming, almost dripping eyes that make An Ran restless again...
So, An Ran had just swallowed the mixture of his mother's and his own saliva when he got hard again. At this moment, her mother became even more enthusiastic, kissing Anran's lips and face.
Anran decisively pinched his thigh hard, then rolled out of bed and coaxed his mother back to her bedroom, telling her to wake him up the next morning before escaping back to his own room.
He hadn't fully enjoyed his mother's charms tonight, but he could still reap some benefits tomorrow.
Thinking this, Anran finally fell into a good sleep.
The next day, Anran woke up promptly at 4 a.m. He used the opportunity of strumming a string to disable the three rules on the clock, then put it back in its original position. Looking at his magnificent member, Anran felt a little proud.
Because he had mastered the Yin-Yang harmony technique of Fuxi and Yi, this unruly thing was actually 20 centimeters long and three fingers wide, excluding the head, with the tip as big as a small fist. Ordinary girls simply cannot withstand this, because the jade-like necks of ordinary Chinese women are only about 10 centimeters long. Although they are elastic, they are completely unable to contend with this dragon spear and can only retreat step by step.
Only those mature women with long and narrow vaginas, or those with famous vaginas, can possibly accept his huge object. Otherwise, they will suffer great pain and will not have any pleasure.
Fortunately, after the first intercourse, this situation will be less severe, because the dragon spear will become smaller. It will transmit some true energy and magical abilities to the woman with whom it merges to compensate for the pain she suffers. It can prolong life and make the woman's appearance more beautiful and charming.
He sat cross-legged in peace, and his shirt moved without wind. His true
energy circulated for several more cycles
until he heard the noise coming from his mother's room, and then he floated back to his room. He lay in bed, thinking that in two days it would be the day he perfected his Fuxi Divine Skill. At that time, all his martial arts and physical abilities would advance by leaps and bounds due to the mastery of his internal energy.
He couldn't help but feel excited; then he could truly walk on snow without leaving a trace, soaring through the heavens and traversing the earth .
However, he was also somewhat worried
. What was this about the old beggar's talk of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path? Could he do it? What would he face?
He chuckled self-deprecatingly,
"I am a thief myself." An Ran's thoughts were in turmoil…
…
After having breakfast with his mother, he naturally went to school.
An Ran's deskmate was a top student named Zhang Bo, but today he seemed very nervous, his back even damp with sweat.
This was clearly abnormal…
After class, An Ran patted his back, "What's wrong?" he asked.
Zhang Bo nervously pulled An Ran's arm to the corner of the stairs
. "An Ran," Zhang Bo swallowed hard. "You protected me from being bullied by thugs, right?"
"That's nothing," An Ran said. He had protected his classmates before, and he considered it an act of chivalry, without asking for anything in return
. "But during the exam, I lent you my test paper to copy," Zhang Bo said to himself. "But I think you did more."
"What's wrong with you?" An Ran could clearly sense that Zhang Bo's internal energy was extremely chaotic, and his spirit was almost collapsing. An Ran casually draped an arm over Zhang Bo, transmitting a wisp of true energy, and
Zhang Bo's complexion improved considerably.
"You know my dad, right?" Zhang Bo asked absentmindedly.
"Yes, your father is a key member of the National Academy of Sciences, much better than my dad who only knows how to use a gun."
An Ran's school was a prestigious university, but not an elite one. There were many children with power and influence there,
and Zhang Bo felt somewhat pleased by his parents' flattery
. "Look at this." Zhang Bo took out his phone and played a video.
"Huh? This is... a new version of Resident Evil?" An Ran looked at the screen
. "No. This is a real video from the Southern Wilderness. I secretly recorded it from my dad's computer."
"Wow." An Ran gasped. The video was like a live Resident Evil, with monsters biting anyone they saw, their faces grotesque and rotting, and weapons having no noticeable effect on them. Those bitten will become zombies after a while...
"This virus spreads through the air and blood. I think I have to leave tonight. Go to the military base in Shangdu." Zhang Bo leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat exhausted
...
After school, An Ran went home and browsed the internet
. Although there were some reports online, most people thought it wouldn't happen to them.
An Ran spent the day in a daze. He didn't understand why normal life seemed to be getting further and further away from him.
"Can anyone tell me something?" An Ran lay weakly on the bed.
In the afternoon, An Ran used his clock ability to "borrow" a lot of money from his mother and bought a lot of instant noodles, bottled water, medicine, and some equipment, which filled the basement.
An Ran idly played with the clock, slowly channeling his true energy into it. It seemed to fill quickly, and with a bang!
Sure enough, just as An Ran accelerated his energy input, the clock suddenly emitted a bright blue light, and a strong whirlwind swept through the room. The hands on the clock face spun wildly in
the chaos. In the midst of this chaos, an old face composed of blue particles appeared, and all the furniture in the room
seemed to float away as if freed from gravity. Even An Ran's bed floated up. An
Ran was dumbfounded.
Just then, the old face suddenly spoke.
There was no one in the room, but An Ran heard the old man's voice, and, incredibly, he could understand it—
it was telepathy? However, the face wasn't facing him when it spoke; it seemed to be just an illusion. An Ran calmed down.
"Young mage, you have successfully activated the second level of your ability, Rewind. This ability allows you to go back 3 seconds." The
sound abruptly stopped,
leaving only one name in his mind—Merlin Mane
… An Ran wiped away a cold sweat, analyzing everything. He felt like he'd been hit by something…
This old man was called
Million
Money, also known as Qian
Baiwan. Qian Baiwan had given him a skill that allowed him to go back three seconds. It
seemed he might be the creator of this magic clock,
meaning he was a master of mind control and time manipulation.
What was he trying to do?
Was he a mage in his eyes?
But he activated him by charging his true energy to the required standard. Did that mean magic and true energy were the same thing a long time ago?
An Ran shook his head. He decided to try the skill.
He threw the pillow out and
teleported back! He silently
chanted, and the pillow returned to its original position. An Ran was overjoyed.
Then, not believing it, he made a cut on his finger and
teleported back again!
It was perfectly intact—
a miraculous ability. This ability plays an irreplaceable role in crucial moments!!
So... can the clock be upgraded further? And what other abilities
might it have? An Ran's tense mood calmed down considerably as he looked forward to
it. He smiled wickedly, input two rules, and it was time to relax for a while.
It was 7:30 pm, and his mother should be getting ready for bed, but she wasn't in the bedroom.
He walked into the living room, looked around, and found his mother wearing an apron and washing vegetables in the kitchen.
"Not asleep yet, Mom?" An Ran walked behind his mother and gently caressed her slender waist and back.
Rule 1. Caressing the body = massage.
"Hmm, you seem a little restless, so I'll make you something nourishing." Tong Xin turned around and smiled slightly, her clear eyes radiating gentleness.
"Mom's cooking is the best! Thank you, Mom." An Ran was never polite when it came to food, but he was even more unceremonious as he caressed his mother's slender, beautiful body with both hands. Legs... So many times I've looked at my mother's beautiful, delicate legs and felt an itch in my heart. Today, I can finally touch them to my heart's content.
My mother is wearing a short skirt today, which makes it easier for Anran to move around.
Anran is half-squatting, stroking the inside of my mother's jade-like legs
, rubbing along her delicate skin, smelling the fragrant scent on her body, and constantly feeling the amazing softness with the back of his hand...
My mother's two white and elastic thighs unconsciously parted slightly.
It turns out that my mother's underwear is black lace today.
Anran used his thumbs to move up along the inside of my mother's beautiful legs, and then pressed upwards at the base. My mother's beautiful buttocks trembled slightly
and she said softly, "You're quite sensible today." To my mother, this was just a normal massage and it was very comfortable. He looked at my mother and said, "Filial piety is a traditional virtue, but this skirt is a bit in the way." Anran had already set his sights on the next target
. "Then take it off. Mom has already washed..." "The dishes are done, we'll cook them tomorrow. Come in." With that, Mom unbuttoned her skirt and went into the bedroom.
"Mom, come in, I'll give you a good massage," Anran said, happily hugging her mother's slender waist as they walked up the stairs. As they went up, Mom's rounded buttocks rubbed against Anran's lower abdomen, causing a surge of heat. Once
inside, Mom immediately threw away the skirt. "Is this okay?" Mom asked.
"Hmm, that top was a bit in the way, but since there's no one else at home, let's take it off," Anran said. "
That's true." Mom felt uncomfortable 'touching' through clothing, so she simply took off the top as well
. Anran was once again captivated…
Mom's beautiful lines were displayed before her, even more alluring under a thin, sexy black lingerie set.
However, Mom was still subconsciously a little shy; she covered her large, firm breasts and lay on the bed. Anran didn't hold back, jumping directly onto the bed…
"Mom's ass is so sexy..." His thieving hand was already on his mother's plump, round buttocks
. "You're so disrespectful, what are you saying?" His mother glared at him,
and Anran looked pitiful and aggrieved. "I was just telling the truth."
"You're not allowed to say that!" His mother's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if she was about to explode.
"I know. I was wrong..."
It seemed that his mother's fiery temper was beyond redemption. Anran obediently lay down next to his mother, smelling the fragrance of her hair
. After a while, "Mom, let's have a heart-to-heart talk." Having a heart-to-
heart talk with her son was a good thing.
His mother gently lifted her beautiful buttocks, and Anran smiled wickedly. He understood and helped his mother pull down her panties, revealing her round, white, and beautiful buttocks .
Rule 2. Heart-to-heart talk = sex.
His mother bent over and sat up, then reached behind her back, unhooked the hook, and took off her bra...
Instantly! Two snow-white, firm breasts appeared in front of Anran
, trembling with waves. His mother's figure was so beautiful that Anran was almost stunned. His mother , her full breasts and plump, rosy nipples, awaited stimulation.
She was currently turned to the side, looking at him tenderly, and began to stroke his arm. An Ran also hugged his beautiful mother's shoulders, gently kissing her eyes and lips. His mother's lips were very tender and sweet, softly pressed against his lips. An Ran slowly savored the sweet fragrance of her breath.
He held his mother's full, white breasts in his hands, feeling their alluring elasticity. This elasticity meant that no matter how much An Ran kneaded them, they would immediately return to their original shape. An
Ran bent down, opened his mouth wide, and sucked hard on his mother's rosy nipple.
After a few sucks, An Ran released the swollen, grape-like nipple and used both hands to climb... He gently pinched his mother's full nipples, parted her large breasts, and licked her sweet cleavage with his tongue. His mother stroked Anran's hair, tenderly and charmingly supporting his chest. Suddenly, she caught sight of Anran's ugly, 25.6-centimeter-long member looming between his legs.
"How come you're so big?" his mother asked, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes, Mom, when it's hard, it's over 20 centimeters long and more than three fingers wide. Is it too big to go in?" Anran asked doubtfully.
"It shouldn't matter. Because a woman's genitals are very elastic! Otherwise, how could she give birth to you? And a thick and long penis will make a woman enjoy it even more!" Mom said, then gently placed her hand on Anran's penis.
Looking at his penis being held by his beautiful mother, Anran felt a special sense of pride
. "Mom, how big is Dad's penis?" This was a question that would normally get him killed, but Mom pointed to Anran's huge penis and said, "About this."
Anran's heart pounded again.
"Ah, about 10 centimeters, not bad, Mom, move it like this." Anran's hands weren't idle as he spoke. He suppressed his urge to ejaculate and pulled his mother's slightly cool hand to move it back and forth on his penis. Anran kissed her all the way. His mother's pubic hair was thick but carefully trimmed, her vulva full like a steamed bun, her two full labia majora forming a long slit.
"Mom, Dad only comes back once in a while. What will you do if you're lonely?"
"Like this," Mom said, crossing her legs and rubbing them back and forth. Mom is a mature woman who needs the nourishment of love.
"Ah? Is that all... Good Mom, then let your son help you." An Ran raised his huge penis, watching it rub against Mom's vaginal opening, then thrust forward
, but it didn't go in. An Ran persisted, thrusting forward again, this time with even more force, stabbing hard at the center...
but still missed.
"Ouch! Stop! Stop! It hurts so much..." Mom cried out in pain, covering her tender opening, gripping his penis to prevent An Ran from violating her again.
An Ran had no choice but to... Nai touched his mother's full labia, rubbing his own penis with his right hand, yearning for more. Soon, fluid flowed from the tip of his penis.
"Let Mom do it," his mother said, taking Anran's hand and slowly rubbing his labia minora. Soon, love fluid flowed out. His mother's other hand grasped Anran's glans and gently rubbed it.
Anran lay down, rolled over, and straddled Anran's lower abdomen. His hands supported Anran's chest,
and he rubbed his penis against his wet vulva before sitting on half of the glans.
"Ah!" Anran suddenly couldn't help himself. He ejaculated... Actually, he had already been unable to hold back when his mother was rubbing her vaginal fluid with his penis, but...
Rewind!
His mother was rubbing the glans against her full labia, which was constantly flowing with love fluid. This time, Anran was mentally prepared. He turned his face to the other side and held his mother's legs.
"It's so thick!" It was difficult to sit on the entire glans! Mom pulled out half of the glans again, smeared some of her love juice on the penis with her hand, and then sat down again, holding the penis .
Anran ejaculated again!
Retrograde!
"No! If Mom controls the rhythm, I can't hold back at all, and the ability to retrograde is limited to one day. I have to resist."
Mom aimed at the penis
and Anran thrust his waist upward! The huge glans finally broke through the barrier and entered Mom's warm place. "Ah! No~ It hurts~ Ah! Stop!!" A tearing sensation made Mom break out in a cold sweat and wanted to pull out. But if she pulled out, it would hurt again...
So she had to use her hands to hold Anran's lower abdomen to prevent Anran from thrusting upward with the bad guy.
Finally, he entered Mom's body.
Looking at the place where Mom and he were closely connected, there was Mom's shiny love juice flowing down the penis. The glans felt the heat of Mom's forbidden vagina. The gripping suction of Mom's vagina gave Anran a strange sense of accomplishment
. I have Mom. "I want more..."
An Ran pulled his mother's legs together, pulling her large penis towards him.
Lubricated by her love juices, and propelled by momentum, he forcefully forced open her tight passage. An Ran felt the tip of his glans touch a soft, tender flesh—his mother's uterus, the place where she had carried him. Every woman's most sensitive spot is different, and for Tong Xin, it was her uterus. "Oh!..." His mother trembled again, unable to bear the stimulation. She turned her beautiful face to the side and bit the pillow, trying to suppress any lewd sounds.
At this moment, An Ran's large, menacing penis was only one-third inserted.
Looking at his mother's alluring appearance, he admired her beauty, thrusting his penis forward again, supporting her waist, and slowly began to thrust.
"Sss...whoosh," An Ran let out a long, comfortable sigh.
Tong Xin hugged the pillow above her head with both hands. Her full breasts swayed slightly up and down with her son's thrusts. The place where mother and son were joined made a "plop, plop" sound...
The huge, menacing glans thrust in and out, each time pausing at the mother's most sensitive spot before withdrawing. The feeling was like generating faint electric waves, or like a thousand tiny hands scratching...
The mother hummed softly with her mouth closed, her fair skin turning a tempting pink, and a large patch of the sheet beneath her buttocks was wet...
Seeing the sheet, An... Then, suddenly remembering the method described in the book, he immediately began to absorb the yin energy flowing from his mother. He then cheerfully began practicing his technique.
When Anran tried to withdraw slightly, he found that his mother's tender orifice was like glue, gripping his penis tightly.
This situation was normal, and also evil,
because this technique, called "Couple's Lock," was a move from the Fuxi Heyi Gong. It allowed the woman's uterus to recognize the practitioner's penis and "open" it. During the "key-making" process, the woman's vaginal canal would lock onto the man's penis, memorizing it for a while, and then... She would experience pleasure from other men again. Her uterus… could also be ‘locked’ to prevent other men’s semen from entering. Even if Anran’s father came, her mother couldn’t get pregnant again…
Tong Xin closed her alluring eyes, tilting her head back. She felt her soul almost leaving her body as her son penetrated her. The pleasure from her uterus continuously sent signals to her brain. This was a level of stimulation and pleasure she had never experienced in over 30 years. She struggled but couldn’t break free, finally relaxing her legs and letting her son clamp her legs around his waist.
Suddenly, she felt as if her cervix was opening…
Anran was pinching her with one hand … Soft, firm buttocks, parting the buttocks...
The repeated stimulation made the mature woman, who had been arid for so long, let go of her shyness. She parted her two white legs herself, awaiting the king's favor. Her lewd techniques caused her cervix to open slightly, constantly flowing out love fluid.
The fluids from mother and son's arousal mingled, flowing down her buttocks, past her anus, onto the bed.
Then she saw her son take half a step forward, one hand teasing her clitoris, the other holding his intimidating penis. She felt his large, hot glans scraping against her most sensitive cervix, penetrating her.
"Ah~" An unbelievable tingling, swelling sensation, combined with the accumulated pleasure, made her heart race! Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and something seemed to be gushing out of her vagina, which spasmed rhythmically at the same time…
Oh no, I peed… How embarrassing… I actually came in front of my son… Tong Xin felt extremely ashamed.
Feeling the cool, moist vaginal fluid, An Ran’s penis seemed to grow even thicker, and her full labia were stretched even wider. An Ran
was extremely excited. He held his penis and carefully inserted the glans into her cervix, grinding it continuously. A woman’s uterus is very delicate, let alone the sacred uterus of his own mother that had nurtured him…
His large penis was already covered in fluid. An Ran couldn’t control his desire and kept thrusting hard. slap slap slap
An Ran quickly found the knack. He rhythmically held his mother’s plump buttocks as he thrust, which saved a lot of energy and made a hissing sound.
The hard glans repeatedly struck her mother's soft uterus, causing the cervix to open wider...
Anran controlled his penis, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, thrusting against her most sensitive spot,
her sensitive flesh eliciting ecstatic moans.
Anran slowly withdrew, and after about ten minutes, he suddenly felt his penis push through a patch of tender flesh, the glans reaching an even hotter spot. Stimulated by
the penetration, her beautiful eyes widened, pupils contracted, and she stared incredulously at the ceiling, as if suffocating. Her delicate hands gripped the sheets tightly.
Anran, seeing her mother's reaction, felt uneasy and began to withdraw his penis.
As it withdrew, it felt as if it were being sucked in; it took considerable effort to pull it out halfway. The intense stimulation upon withdrawal made her... Mom arched her back, her mouth open but unable to utter a sound, a mixture of laughter and pain on her face, and immediately entered a violent climax…
Anran’s penis hadn’t completely withdrawn from Mom’s vagina, so the tip of his penis could clearly feel the strong contractions of Mom’s uterus, which sucked on his penis powerfully
a dozen times before Mom went limp, looking at Anran with seductive eyes. Mom’s body was even more pink and tender, exuding a captivating fragrance…
Anran began to continue thrusting, each time the ridges of his penis parting Mom’s delicate cervix, the tip of his penis enjoying the feeling of being encased inside.
He slowly pushed his entire thick, long penis deeper into Mom’s body until only half a finger’s length remained outside, savoring the afterglow of Mom’s climax with each breath.
The air was filled with an intoxicating scent, and Anran began to thrust his body between Mom’s legs again. The stimulation of thrusting in and out, penetrating deep into the uterus, caused the sensitive mother to continuously tighten her vaginal muscles.
"Mom, you're so tight," Anran said. Then, Anran slowly pulled out his penis and noticed some blood on the shiny glans, indicating that he had broken his mother's hymen.
"No more, Mom doesn't want it anymore. I can't take it anymore... um..." Anran kissed his mother's tender lips, held his thick penis, and pushed open his mother's swollen labia, silently shouting, "Mom, I'm coming!" He began thrusting again. Anran held his mother's full, firm breasts in his hands, his penis pounding against her vagina like raindrops, the glans repeatedly pushing open the uterus, returning to familiar territory.
"You big pervert, I'll squeeze you to death, I'll strangle you!" His mother's legs wrapped around Anran's waist, her hands unconsciously gripping his back...
The folds of her vagina massaged powerfully, enveloping Anran's penis, her uterus contracting rhythmically. Sucking on his glans, An Ran thrust more than ten times before finally losing control. He released his semen, his large glans deeply penetrating his mother's uterus. His semen, like a wild horse, gushed forth in large spurts, injecting itself deep into her womb without reservation. This intense, throbbing stimulation gave his mother another small orgasm…
Then, An Ran used his internal energy to lock his mother's uterus shut, preventing any semen from leaking out, before slowly withdrawing his penis.
Somewhat tired, An Ran lay on his mother's fair, pink body for a while, resting. Seeing his mother's exhausted and ravaged appearance, he lovingly kissed her nipples once, then rolled over to her side.
He stroked her lower abdomen, his right hand reaching around her neck to encircle her shoulders, pulling her into his arms. Holding her hand, he
asked, "Mom, are you uncomfortable?" An Ran looked up and whispered in her ear.
"Mmm...mmm..." It was a tone that couldn't quite register.
"Then, son, will you make things easier for you every day from now on?" Anran pulled a large blanket over the mother and son... "
Mommy kissed Anran's cheek."
"Sleep."
The two slept together...
—End of Part One of this story—

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