[Urban] My Mother, Still Charming Even in Her Middle Ages (Complete) - 25-27

2.

Back home, he was in high spirits, thinking about tomorrow's feast. A slight smile curved his lips as he entered the house.

His beautiful wife greeted him naked, her delicate face flushed an unusual red. "Xie, you're back," she said, her voice trembling gently.

He glanced at her casually; her snow-white body was covered in a blush, and between her closed legs, a large, black object could be vaguely seen trembling. "Have you played with yourself first?" In the light, he could see the liquid slowly dripping down her thighs.

She nodded obediently. "Yes," her face already burning red.

"Then keep playing. They should be here soon." He sat down on the sofa and commanded casually, "Play for me."

She licked her dry lower lip, not daring to disobey, and sat on the coffee table opposite him, legs spread wide, one hand caressing her engorged clitoris, the other grasping and shaking the exposed black shaft.

He lazily watched with his eyes downcast until the door opened.

"Oh, sister-in-law's already so excited?" The leader of the men laughed as he entered the room and began loosening his tie. "Sorry, too much work at the company, kept you up until late at night, I'm

so sorry to have kept you waiting." "Big brother, why don't you help your wife out? It must be so hard for her." The second man threw off his suit jacket and squatted down beside her, closely examining her beautiful, rosy vulva.

The third man coldly said, "I'm going to take a shower first," and left.

Her movements continued uninterrupted after the three men entered, she dared not stop, because she knew what would happen to her if she stopped, so even though she was incredibly ashamed, she dared not hide her body, which she had never let any man see before her marriage, but instead exposed herself even more lewdly, and had to play with herself as instructed.

He was somewhat disinterested, glanced at his three younger brothers, and straightened up, "You guys play by yourselves today, I'm going to rest." Tomorrow was his goal, and just thinking about that little girl made him lose all interest in his wife.

The woman's moans and pleas, played with by him, quickly filled the air, but he had already sunk comfortably into a deep sleep on the large bed.

After a busy day, the game that followed was the best solace.

With a cold, alluring smile, Xie squinted as he watched the blushing little figure timidly walk through the vermilion doors of his office.

"Brother-in-law," Bird called softly from behind the door, her face flushed. As the door closed, a conflicting feeling of despair and excitement surged through her. She knew she shouldn't have come, but once she had tasted that exquisite pleasure, she could never escape it, like an addiction; she simply couldn't control herself.

He sat comfortably in the large swivel armchair, one hand supporting his chin. "Come here." After waiting all day, he longed to ravage her, to use her to satisfy all his desires. His

deep, sexy voice made her tremble. She shivered, her slender legs shaking, suppressing the strange sensation between them, and walked to his side.

"Sit down," he said, pointing to the massive desk.

She bit her rosy lower lip, turned around, and laboriously placed the documents and stationery on the table aside. Then, she carefully jumped up and sat on the table. The moment her small buttocks hit the table, the hard object inside her was pressed down, thrusting heavily in, making her cry out in pain. Her small hands clenched into fists, and her whole body trembled.

He smiled, carefully watching her face gradually becoming damp with sweat. "Is it comfortable?"

She waited until the pleasure subsided before she opened her mouth, "Mmm..." Not daring to look at his charmingly handsome face, she sat in front of him, her large eyes lowered.

"Lift up your skirt, open your legs," he commanded leisurely.

Her trembling hands lifted her short skirt, spreading her snow-white legs.

Her white panties were already soaked, and two large, hard bulges could be vaguely seen, protruding from her vagina and anus respectively, stretching the thin fabric. Through the dampness, their black color could be seen.

"Did you choose the largest size?" he asked in a low voice, sitting closer without touching her, but his gaze was focused and burning.

She felt both ashamed and excited by his unrestrained gaze and her shameful openness. Even though she hadn't been touched yet, his gaze had already made her sensitive body burn, and the hardness inside her seemed to become him, so hot and powerful... "The front one is the largest, the back one is the smaller size, ah..." So hard...

He looked up at her, a half-smile on his face, "I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already moaning, you're really lewd, you little bird."

He smiled as he watched her involuntarily shifting buttocks, "Very excited, aren't you?"

"Yes... Brother-in-law..." she whimpered, her face flushed, but an uncontrollable pleasure surged within her, a pleasure induced by him.

He raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and suddenly asked, "Did you play with yourself last night?"

Her face flushed red. "Um..."

His voice immediately turned cold. "Did I tell you to play with yourself?" When she looked up in fright, he said coldly, "You lewd slut, how dare you play with yourself?"

"Brother-in-law... I'm sorry..." She was terrified by his change in demeanor. "I felt so uncomfortable... that's why...

"

He scoffed, "Your mood's ruined." His eyebrows lowered coldly, and he pressed a button under the table. A hidden door in the corner of the office quietly opened. "Get on it yourself, and make it a little more seductive, or I'll make sure you never leave this office."

She was frightened by his cold words, yet also felt an irrepressible anticipation. She turned her head to look and saw a rocking horse as tall as a person inside the door, the same style as the ones children ride. But on the saddle stood a huge, dark model of a male penis.

Just looking at it terrified her. "Brother-in-law..." She had never imagined being punished like this!

He raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "Hmm?"

Intimidated by his cold expression, she cautiously got off the horse and walked over. Standing before the rocking horse, she finally got a close look at the plastic male penis. "So thick..." She was afraid it would hurt her.

"Take off your skirt and panties, remove both things inside, and ride on it." He sat at one end, coldly issuing the order, his eyes fixed on her every move.

She was both ashamed and afraid. Slowly, she removed her lower body clothing. Only her upper body, her school uniform, remained intact. Below her waist, except for her shoes and socks, she was completely naked, exposing her long, white legs and round buttocks. Without the support of her panties, the vibrator inside her anus slipped off onto the carpet.

"Ah..." She grabbed the wooden sticks on either side of the rocking horse's head haphazardly, her buttocks trembling as she moaned for a while at the pleasure of the vibrator slipping out. Then, blushing, she reached between her spread legs and pulled out another huge vibrator. The hard object was slowly pulled out, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside her tender orifice, making her knees tremble with intense pleasure. Only when the entire rod was removed did she let out a satisfied sigh and close her eyes.

Savoring the wonderful sensation for a while, she opened her eyes, suddenly realizing that her expression and actions had been observed by him. She looked up at him in a flustered and ashamed expression.

His half-smiling expression showed how clearly he had seen.

Excitement surged within her, her whole body burning. She lowered her wet penis, stepped onto the crossbar of the horse's belly, and straddled it. The erect, massive rod pressed firmly against her contracting, wet opening.

"Sit down," he said, clearly enjoying the sight.

She looked down hesitantly at the excessively long and thick black rod. Although it was stimulating, she was afraid it would hurt. As she slowly sat down, the cool, full sensation filled her hot, tight opening. The contrast between ice and heat made her whimper softly; it was a little uncomfortable, yet also very pleasurable.

Slowly, the tightly closed passage was stretched open and filled. When she sat down completely, the cold tip of the rod pressed against her deepest point, finally satisfying her desires that had been churning all day. "Ah..." she couldn't help but let her legs loosen, but to her surprise, the rocking horse began to sway as soon as she put her weight down, causing the rod inside her to rotate as well, creating an exceptionally stimulating sensation.

An unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her, and she couldn't help but move her body faster, trying to rub the cold rod against every part of her flower-like opening. When her initial desire was satisfied, she couldn't help but step on the crossbar and ride up and down.

"Do you like it?" His voice drifted from afar.

She hummed softly with her eyes half-closed, barely hearing what he said.

Suddenly, the deeply buried rod changed from cold to scorching hot, from still to vibrating. As she opened her eyes wide in shock, it began to move rapidly up and down, as if she were sitting on a man's genitals.

Her fearful screams instantly turned into joyful moans, "Ah...so good..." The hot rod thrust faster and faster, her whole body being tossed up and down. Soon, she reached her climax, crying out, "Ah ah ah..." The exquisite pleasure surged repeatedly with the relentless thrusting of the southern rod, bringing tears of joy to her eyes. "

Slow down, slow down..." She couldn't take it anymore. Her powerless body swayed lasciviously on the wooden horse, her back arched, almost suffocating in the torrent of pleasure. Just as she shook her head and cried out in her excitement, a terrible pressure pressed against her tightly clenched anus, continuing to push inward.

She couldn't resist, only struggling and crying out for help in the midst of pleasure, "What is that...brother-in-law...ah!" The thick snake-like body thrust into her anus! It forcefully squeezed through the tightly closed anus, deeply penetrating her intestines, beginning to writhe and rotate in sync with the thrusting of the giant rod inside her vagina, before surging forward together.

Conquered by the forced, stretched pleasure, her body thrashed wildly, her voice hoarse from screaming, saliva mingling with tears as it streamed down her two white, heaving breasts. Her lower body was already soaked, abundant fluids dripping onto the carpet, a scene of utter debauchery.

"Brother-in-law... brother-in-law..." As the rocking horse relentlessly and haphazardly pounded into her two orifices, her overstimulated body could no longer bear it. The pleasure continued to wash over her, bringing spasms of ecstasy, yet she slumped limply onto the rocking horse.

Suddenly, he stood before her, lifting her chin, coldly saying, "Will you dare play with yourself without my orders again?"

She shook her head weakly, crying, "I won't, brother-in-law... please..." Her lower body burned; the end of pleasure was pain, and she was in so much agony.

He snorted coldly, stopping the rocking horse, and coldly watched her limply sitting on the two giant rods. "Go back, come back tomorrow." He turned and went back to his desk to review his official business.

She was left with the two giant rods inserted inside her for a long time before she laboriously pulled them out, composed herself, and left, weak and exhausted.

3.

She first saw him at her sister's wedding, and fell in love at first sight.

On her wedding night, she was heartbroken by her first love and first heartbreak, but she never expected that on that very night, the groom, who should have been spending his wedding night with the bride, would run to her bed, forcefully taking her, and forcing her to vow to obey him for life.

In the dark room, she silently wept, curled up on the bed, filled with jealousy for the newlyweds in the next room.

Because of the wealth of both families, besides the newlyweds, the younger generations of each family had booked rooms in the hotel owned by the groom's family for a celebration.

At this moment, all she wanted was to go home and hide in her room to lick her wounds.

She loved her sister, but she couldn't bear the thought of being intimate with him, let alone marrying her sister! Oh, her heart ached, she was so sad. The thought of them entwined in bed made her tremble with jealousy.

Tears streamed down her face until the lights in the spacious room suddenly shone brightly. She opened her tear-filled eyes in astonishment, bewildered by what had happened.

A deep, resonant voice, so sexy it would make any woman scream, rang out, "Poor thing, your eyes are all red from crying."

A tall, muscular figure stood beside the large bed, looking down at the petite woman curled up on it.

She was so surprised she forgot to cry, "...Brother-in-law?" That devilishly handsome face was the man she had fallen for at first sight, but shouldn't he be in the bridal chamber with her sister?

“Even when you cry, you’re so cute.” He reached out his large hand and stroked her small face. “Aren’t you happy that I’m here?”

His palm was incredibly warm, comfortable yet with a slight tingling sensation, making her want to get closer. To his question, she instinctively shook her head repeatedly. “No, but…”

“As long as you’re happy.” A satisfied glint flashed in his wicked eyes. He lowered his tall, muscular body and kissed her unexpectedly.

She gasped, momentarily stunned by the wild kiss. She didn’t know how he had gotten there, or why he was kissing her; she only knew that his kiss made her whole body burn. His kiss was careful yet lingering, as if he was worried about hurting or frightening her, but not passionate enough, and he feared she would break free from his embrace.

“No, you’re my brother-in-law, we can’t do this.” She was almost breathless from his kiss. Her body gradually went limp due to the natural reaction of primal lust.

She felt a surge of heat within her, flowing from her lower body, a torrent of vaginal fluid. She didn't understand… how could a kiss evoke such intense excitement? She couldn't control herself; his kiss was passionate, as if he wouldn't rest until he had melted her bones.

Fate was cruel, and tears welled in her eyes. She could no longer deny her feelings for him, and this kiss was enough to clarify her emotional world.

She realized that she had unknowingly fallen in love with this man she had just met, but he was her brother-in-law. How could she not feel heartbroken and resist relentlessly?

"Don't you like it?" he asked, looking into her intoxicated eyes, his tone teasing.

"No, you're my brother-in-law…" she continued to resist weakly, but her constant moans revealed that her stubborn resistance was beginning to soften.

Although he forced her to look directly into his eyes, she kept them closed, unwilling to succumb to the man's embrace. She didn't want to lose control of her emotions for him, even though she desperately craved his pampering. She had to rationally suppress this foolish thought.

"So what if he's my brother-in-law?" His greedy tongue slid across her pink cheek, his lips caressing her jade-like earlobe, his tongue occasionally plunging deeper to lick her earlobe. From the first moment he saw her, he was deeply attracted by her unique charm. He wanted her, no matter her status, he would have her.

"Ugh—ah! Mmm…no…"

Under his touch, goosebumps rose all over her body, feeling utterly ashamed. Her face swayed futilely from side to side, kicking and punching defiantly, desperately resisting the assault of his lips and tongue. She wanted to break free from this man's hold unless he loved her, loved him as much as she loved him. But he wasn't; he was her brother-in-law.

"Don't want it? You little liar, twisting and turning so hard, yet you still dare to stubbornly say no?" He looked at her with a wicked expression as she struggled against her will. Moving his lips and tongue, he kissed wildly along her shoulder blades to her full and firm breasts. Opening his mouth, he greedily took her delicate and erect nipple into his mouth, the rose-colored bead instantly sucked by his lips and tongue.

Sometimes he sucked with his lips, sometimes he lightly scratched with his tongue, and even stimulated it with his teeth. In the process of plundering, there was not a trace of tenderness, only the passion of eager release.

"Ah! Hmm... Brother-in-law... no... stop... ah—ah—hmm..." She helplessly resisted his wicked and passionate invasion, her face contorted in pain, emitting a series of cries that sounded like pleas for mercy but were actually excited.

"That sounds so sweet, louder." He continued to tease her lightly, "Let me see if you're wet down there."

"No—" She moved her jade fingers to cover her wet core in shame.

But he moved even faster and more roughly, spreading her legs apart, his demonic hand heading straight for her mysterious area. "Little liar." Upon touching her wet little cunt, he let out a rough chuckle.

"Ugh..." Realizing the movement of his fingers on her wet spot, she quickly reached out to try and push away the invading fingers.

"Don't be nervous." He grabbed her hand and pressed it against her breasts, kneading them.

Her lower body contracted incessantly, her mind becoming hazy, and she couldn't hear clearly. "Ugh! No... no... brother-in-law, no... no... ah... ah..." A

surge of intense and wild excitement coursed through her body, and she sobbed uncontrollably. No matter how desperately she resisted, he continued to tease her with lewd moans. And she, she truly hated that feeling that seemed to steal her soul, especially when his slender fingertips touched her sensitive spot. The tingling sensation made her feel as if her soul had left her body, and she felt lightheaded.

"Isn't it wet? Good girl, why are you crying? You're so wet..." He gazed at the expression on her face, his nimble fingers playing with her sensitive clitoris, the lustful love juice wetting his fingers.

"Mmm—stop... ah, brother-in-law—stop it! Mmm..." She both loved and hated this strange feeling. She tried to control herself, ignoring the sensations of his seductive fingers touching her there, but his relentless, wicked teasing made it impossible for her to ignore his presence.

"Your cunt is unbelievably wet, it really deserves a good punishment," he said smugly in a low voice.

He pinched her clitoris, parted her labia, and thrust his middle finger into her vagina.

"Ah—no… um—" She felt something thick and long pierce her tight passage, a sensation both strange and stimulating, yet the slight pain of her labia being spread made her groan involuntarily.

"Is it painful, itchy, and pleasurable all at once?" His finger pressed against her wet, slippery opening, thrusting in and out with a mixture of audacity and gentleness.

"Ugh…" His words and actions aroused her, her will immediately becoming confused, her desire rising inexplicably. She closed her eyes, involuntarily tilting her face upwards, unable to suppress a soft moan. Warm, lustful fluids flowed shamelessly, and she felt so excited she was almost fainting—ah, how shameful, so shameful! She felt so lewd; she didn't want to be like this, she really didn't.

"Open your legs a little wider," he commanded, his wicked fingers thrusting in and out of her wet body.

"Oh God—ah… um—brother-in-law, please spare me…" she uttered words of surrender, unable to stop his beastly coercion; his thrusting brought her an incomparably pleasurable ecstasy.

"Good girl, listen to me, let me see your little cunt." Seeing her expression, both ecstatic and somewhat pitiful, he felt a surge of tenderness.

“Ah—no…brother-in-law…” Her voice trembled with excitement. “Ah—so lewd…

mmm…ah—ah!”

“You call me brother-in-law, but you’re soaking wet down there, you slutty little thing.” He raised the corners of his lips in a beautiful arc, speaking in a teasing tone. Then he suddenly withdrew his fingers, lifted her body, and made her kneel in front of his crotch.

“Brother-in-law…what are you going to do?” She looked fearfully at the huge bulge in his pants.

“I’m going to train you to be my sex slave.” He generously pulled down his pants, revealing his enormous, abnormally large erection in front of her.

She shyly avoided his gaze. “I won’t be your sex slave.”

“That’s not for you!” He forced her to look directly at his erection and pressed her head down. “Use your tongue to serve it.”

“I won’t—” The moment her mouth touched the tip of his large penis, her fair face immediately flushed crimson.

“Disobedient,” he frowned, “Do you want me to punish you?” He reached out and squeezed and kneaded her firm breasts. Without giving her any hesitation, he forcefully pried open her mouth and forced her to take his hard member into her mouth.

“Ugh—” He was too big; she could barely hold it, and her mouth hurt from the strain.

“Lick it now.” He narrowed his sharp eyes.

“Mmm…” She shook her head silently.

His eyebrows rose, and he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. He spread her thighs, bent her knees into an arc, and then forcefully opened her wet and hot vulva with his fingers. Clear love juice

flowed continuously from her dripping vulva…

He groaned and buried his head in her lower body, letting his nimble tongue cleverly crawl up her wet vulva.

“Hmm—mmm…it’s so itchy…ah—” Her mind was completely confused, and she exhaled a sexy breath like a kitten.

He gently licked and sucked her clitoris, her tongue nimbly swishing and curling, her wanton love juices flowing into his mouth. He plunged his tongue deep inside, his swirling tongue moving in and out, completely possessing her flawless body.

"Your tongue... um... I... ah—so good... ah..." She suddenly went mad, moaning with pleasure, enjoying herself. No longer caring about his actions, she was completely conquered and submissively, joyfully casting aside all shame.

She could feel that his tongue skills had reached a level of perfection—she could almost

completely accept his treatment and invasion...

He used his skillful techniques, using both lips and tongue to continue to penetrate her body, and she

trembled ...

"Um... you... um... ah—" Her consciousness gradually blurred, driven by the sudden surge of intense desire, she unconsciously began to mutter to herself. In the near-mad excitement, the intense stimulation caused her to spasm uncontrollably.

He suddenly moved, lifting her body and making her kneel before him again, pressing her head against his abdomen.

"Mmm..." She was forced to take his hardness into her mouth again.

"Lick me!" His middle finger wickedly plunged deep into her tight little hole, thrusting wildly.

"Mmm...ah—" Following his instructions, she tentatively stuck out her little tongue to try licking it.

His hardness was rock hard and hot, like a scalding potato in her mouth; she wanted to move it away but couldn't. The hot male symbol, after being licked by her little tongue, seemed to throb a few times in her mouth for some reason, becoming even harder.

"Yes, great, just like that, little vixen, suck me." When she had his hardness in her mouth, seizing the opportunity, the thick, fleshy rod immediately began to thrust wildly in her mouth.

His penis rose and fell, relentlessly invading her mouth. The force made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she could only submit to his control, her small mouth moving up and down, slowly sucking and writhing.

"So lewd, you'll be the best sex slave," he said with a satisfied smile.

After her vagina was lubricated by her love juices, he squeezed his index finger inside, then, together with his middle finger, he thrust wildly in and out of her.

She groaned, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, while continuing to suck on his penis. Suddenly, he pulled it from her mouth—turning over and pinning her beneath him, forcefully spreading her legs.

"Baby, I'm going to ride you."

"Ride? Ah—" She was shocked to find her lower body pressed against something terrifyingly large and hard. She cried out in fear, "It's too big, brother-in-law, I'm scared..."

He ignored her cries, using his index and middle fingers to widen her pink vulva. Her vulva, already somewhat swollen from his deep penetration, was overflowing with thick, clear love fluid that glistened alluringly, oozing wantonly from within.

"Bear with it, I promise it won't hurt in a while," he soothed her in a low, husky voice. He began to slowly insert his enormous, terrifyingly hard penis into her vulva.

"Ah—" She felt a tearing pain in her lower body. "It hurts so much—it's so big, so hard…

…Ugh—please, brother-in-law… ah…please…it's too deep…"

The enormous penis ignored her pleas, stubbornly parting her pitiful labia, its massive, steel-like shaft mercilessly plunging into her narrow crevice.

"Ah—it hurts… ooh…ah—" The penis, swollen and tight at its core, began to writhe wildly. She twisted her body frantically, desperately trying to escape, but he restrained her movements with his palm, his breath heavy as he thrust his massive shaft into her.

"Ah—um—" She could only groan in pain. But his palm was pressed tightly against her breasts, his forceful pressure preventing her from screaming freely.

"Feels good?" he roared excitedly, his penis thrusting even faster, relentlessly penetrating her tight hole.

"Brother-in-law—ooh…ah—ooh—ah…" she screamed, only to ignite the man's bestial instincts.

"Just bear with it a little longer, and I'll definitely train you into a slut, making you beg me for you." He said wickedly.

Her body, experiencing love for the first time, was brutally violated by a ferocious beast. Her waist, hips, and private parts ached like never before, and then… her body began to change. A deep, indescribable pleasure rippled through her, an insatiable ecstasy gradually transforming into ecstasy, and her screams of resistance turned into soft moans.

"Starting to like it?" he smiled smugly, his hot rod suddenly thrusting harder and deeper into her tight passage. He pressed her legs down, pushing his desire even deeper.

"Slow, slow down…" A slightly itchy pain in her lower body made her frown, but he didn't slow down. She could even hear the slapping sounds coming from where they were joined.

"Ah...so embarrassing...but..."

"Mmm...no...slower..." The intense movements made it impossible for her to hold him any longer; her hands could only grip the sheets tightly, welcoming his increasingly violent thrusts.

To him, these insincere pleas only excited and made him more proud, his thick penis plunging even more mercilessly into her swollen flower.

Such violent thrusting was truly unbearable for her, but even her soft sobs couldn't stop his desire, like a wild horse unleashed.

"Ah...stop...please...stop..." The violent thrusts made her almost speechless, emitting whimpers that were both satisfied and painful.

However, he seemed not to hear her at this moment, only focusing on pulling out and thrusting in with all his might, each impact deeply satisfying their desires.

Until her soft murmurs turned into weak moans, the excessively intense intrusion not only didn't decrease but increased, further indulging the beast of desire beneath him in its plundering.

Then came the deepest and heaviest impact—"Mmm..." Clinging tightly to his broad back, she felt the tremor of unleashed desire.

His erect penis finally withdrew slightly from her numb, tingling opening, but just as she breathed a sigh of relief, he thrust forcefully into her core again, eliciting gasps of pleasure.

"Ah...ah..." She reached out and hugged him tightly, her cheeks flushed a captivating rosy red with desire.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, seemingly unable to bear his massive thrusts, yet her face truly reflected her emotions, her brows furrowed as she breathed softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a sight that, in his eyes, was utterly alluring.

"So beautiful..." He gazed at her exceptionally sexy form, mesmerized, and couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts.

"Ah...no...slower..." She frowned, trying to stop his vigorous thrusts, yet unable to resist swaying her body with his movements.

Driven by lust, the man ignored her insincere cries, thrusting his hot, hard member into her wet, sensitive opening. Each thrust and withdrawal was fierce and powerful.

Not only that, his hands again assaulted her breasts, the caresses no longer gentle, kneading her snow-white breasts roughly, even wickedly tugging at her erect nipples.

"Ah..." she cried out in pain, yet couldn't ignore the pleasure brought by this rough action.

"Hmm!" He thrust into her again with force.

She didn't know how much time had passed; she had already been overwhelmed by his movements several times, but the burning desire within her seemed undiminished, still relentlessly pounding at her soft core.

"Mmm—" she felt the next climax approaching.

"Ah...so good!" he roared hoarsely, his penis withdrawing even more wildly and boldly.

Almost simultaneously, they both trembled, their pent-up desire finally released, releasing warm essence within her.

"Enough...enough already..." Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, finally gave way, and she began to recover slightly from the passion.

"Not yet." The rough male voice announced the next wave of passion.

A moment later, her limp body was turned over, his strong hands caressing her snow-white breasts, while his firm legs simultaneously enveloped her small buttocks. His burning desire surged into her flower-like opening without warning.

"No—uh—" The sudden impact made her gasp, her fingers gripping the already crumpled sheets tightly.

In just a short while, she was once again succumbing to his skilled techniques, her previously unseen pure body now tinged with a seductive allure, unconsciously yielding to his invasion.

Her shapely buttocks arched high, his male member throbbing between her snow-white cheeks, accompanied by lewd and aphrodisiac sounds, as she lost herself in the primal rhythm.

"No more...it's too deep..." Her body, newly accustomed to the forbidden fruit, couldn't withstand such demands, and soon tears streamed down her face again.

The man's large hands gripped the woman's slender waist, drawing her closer, while his erect member plunged deep between her thighs.

"Ugh..." she cried out, unable to bear it any longer, feeling him penetrate her deeply.

"Ah...so good!" he growled like a wild beast, his large hands, which had been on her breasts, now gripped her waist, allowing his member to thrust even more wildly inside her. This action made her, her legs weak, beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Ah—slower..." she couldn't help but burst into tears from the unfamiliar pleasure.

Her pleas and moans seemed like encouragement, only fueling his desire. Single-mindedly focused on satisfying his lust, he not only didn't stop, but intensified his thrusts.

The intense pleasure from this continuous movement made him groan uncontrollably. After a series of vigorous thrusts, he finally released his seed into the warm flower path once more, while the person in front of him had already fallen unconscious...

In the middle of the night, she vaguely heard a sound from the bed and guessed that someone might be turning over. So she opened her sleepy eyes.

She saw a man lying beside her, her naked body nestled tightly against his strong, broad, warm chest. She jolted awake, all sleepiness vanishing. The

passionate lovemaking from before flashed vividly back into her mind.

Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but instead startled him awake. Opening his thick eyelashes, his sleepy eyes met hers, filled with fear.

Her heart pounded wildly; her emotions were a jumbled mess of conflicting feelings.

Frankly, regret didn't overwhelm her; instead, she was overwhelmed with emotion, eager to pour out the feelings hidden deep within her heart. Yet, she couldn't express her love, especially when she remembered he was her brother-in-law. Guilt churned within her like a turbulent lake.

And last night… how lewd, how shameful! She hated herself; she felt utterly humiliated.

"What are you thinking about?" He smiled wickedly.

Without waiting for her reply, his large hand stealthily slipped under the covers, and he forcefully and roughly lifted her naked, beautiful body, instantly placing her on top of his strong, muscular frame.

"Ah! You…" He… did he want it again?

She screamed as if struck by lightning, frantically trying to escape the newly erect, thick penis.

"Don't run! Sit down," he commanded.

"No…" She could feel a shameful surge of heat rising within her; she knew her body couldn't resist his allure.

"Little slut." He reached out and pressed her head down, her full, elastic breasts pressed against his bare chest, squeezing out a wild, surging flow. He groaned softly, stroking her delicate pink cheeks with his thumb, and tenderly brought his lips to her ear, whispering seductively, "You clearly like it, so why are you shy?"

"Mmm..." A tingling sensation rose in her heart, and the desire within her was reignited.

"Don't be shy, look, you're wet again." He gently kissed her small mouth, rubbing his hard erection against her moist vulva.

His restless hands began to roam freely over her naked skin, his gentle yet powerful palms caressing her smooth back.

"Mmm..." Two blushes rose on her pink cheeks, making her look exceptionally alluring. She couldn't help but open her lips, extending her greedy little tongue to seek his, responding with a dazed and infatuated expression.

His large hand slowly slid down to her shapely buttocks, his long fingers probing into her warm, moist depths from behind. His fingers parted her pubic hair, and upon touching her wet clitoris, they began a rapid assault.

The temperature in the room surged again, like magma erupting.

Why did her mind involuntarily sink into a frenzied abyss of passionate love the moment he touched her body? Was it because she loved him?

"Brother-in-law… um…" She slumped limply against his chest, her half-closed eyes gazing at him with even more alluring charm.

He lifted her delicate body, burying his face in her soft breasts, his greedy lips sometimes licking her already erect nipple, sometimes greedily sucking at it, while his restless fingers suddenly and wickedly squeezed into her swollen clitoris, playing with her tenderness.

"Ah—" She was dizzy, her intoxicated soul becoming even more frenzied because of him.

She closed her beautiful eyes, moaning unconsciously, her tight lower body yearning intensely for the tender love of her lover. "I want you so much... Brother-in-law... I want it

so much..." "Want it? You little slut, if you want it, beg me to do it to you..." He raised his firm lips.

"I... um... ah—no..." She didn't want to beg for his affection so humbly, because this was exactly what he expected. One day she would humbly abandon her pride and crave sexual satisfaction. But she suppressed herself; she really wanted him, she loved him so much...

"Really don't want it?" The middle finger, deep inside her, began to thrust wildly.

Swallowing hard, she was driven almost mad by his teasing, and couldn't help but feel a little angry at her shameless female lust. God! She really wanted him. "Please, do it to me... um... please..."

"What should I use to do it to you?" he asked deliberately, his tone mischievous, arching her round little buttocks so that his hard erection teasingly rubbed against her wetness, without actually penetrating her.

"Um—please use that to do it to me... ah..." Facing the thick shaft between his legs, she closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning softly in a daze.

"Where is 'that'?" he panted, smiling wickedly.

"That hard spot!" How shameful...

she felt utterly incredulous that she had uttered such blush-inducing words, but the wild desire within her was driving her crazy. She still yearned for his touch, caressing her breasts, wanting to sit down on his hard erection, but he mischievously stopped her.

“With so many hard spots all over my body, how am I supposed to know where you’re referring to? My fingers are hard too. Tell me, where exactly is it? How am I supposed to understand if you don’t tell me?” He suppressed a laugh, his adoring eyes unwilling to leave her frenzied expression.

“Mmm…mmm—your hard cock…ah! Mmm-hmm—ah—ah…”

He suddenly thrust upwards with force, and instantly, his large, hard member powerfully penetrated the deepest part of her body, uniting her tender space with his massive, masculine member, filling her emptiness in an instant.

“Ah, so big—you’re so amazing! Brother-in-law…mmm…” The sudden feeling of fullness almost made her heart explode.

She could no longer escape the pressure of his emotions, and in a frenzy of passion, she released the raging tide of passion she had been suppressing for him, her body throbbing with excitement at his powerful member, and reveling in his brutal thrusts.

His wild control dictated the rhythmic swaying of her slender waist, drawing her into a trance-like state, leading her into a blissful paradise where she could think of nothing, desire far surpassing reason.

He suddenly hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, his strong chest pressing forward relentlessly, his burning desire undiminished, thrusting in and out with each powerful stroke, deliberately rubbing against her sensitive areas.

"Ah...so deep...enough..." she shook her head, trying to shake off the overwhelming heat coursing through her body.

He brushed aside the damp hair on her forehead, a wicked smile playing on his lips, before unleashing another round of intense thrusting. Watching her petite body sway beneath his towering frame was an absolute visual thrill.

After a few more forceful thrusts, the familiar trembling washed over them again. He arched his back, pressing their intimate parts tightly together, and the wave of satisfaction finally surged into her warm body.

"Enough..." Although it didn't hurt as much as last time, her back ached terribly, and she wanted to sleep...

"Not enough!" With a low growl, he flipped them over, his pent-up desire instantly surging.

"You?! Ahh..." Rapid thrusts silenced her protests, her petite body swaying violently with the unsatisfied man.

After a long while, the woman, already drenched in sweat, straddled the man, swaying passionately, occasionally caressing each other's bodies with fervor. The sounds of their joined bodies made a series of intense noises, making the atmosphere even more lewd.

"Mmm..." Her unusually hoarse voice carried his unique passion.

He hadn't forgotten how alluring she looked when she moaned passionately beneath him, just like now—with increasingly wild movements, her tender opening rapidly swallowed and released the hot rod below, each thrust penetrating deep into the core, yet their desires didn't slacken in the slightest.

"Mmm!" His large hands cupped her swaying breasts, kneading them forcefully, teasing her sensitive areas to deliberately elicit a more intense and arousing reaction.

"Give it to me! Give it to me again!" she pleaded fervently, her restless hands even beginning to rub his nipples, urging him to give her more.

"Hmm..." he groaned, clearly his own burning desire was also compelling him.

With a push, he made her lie face down in front of him, then lifted her pert buttocks and swiftly thrust his burning beast into her tender opening.

"Ahhh! So good!" she moaned hysterically, involuntarily swaying her hips to meet his thrusts. His

hard, hot penis began to pump mercilessly, sometimes withdrawing only slightly before plunging deep into her body again as she let out an unbearable moan.

The stiff beast thus struck her tender flower with varying speeds, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly that her fingers turned white, only able to withstand such fierce plunder.

"Ah—" The hot essence finally poured into her sensitive little hole again.

But not long after, he made her sit in front of him again, continuing to sway his hard desire…

That night, she abandoned her reserve, moaning ecstatically in the heat of passion, and he, too, was satisfied by his intense desire, experiencing unprecedented pleasure.
05-05

4

She woke up the next day in utter panic, her eyes brimming with tears, but before she could speak, she was dragged onto a private jet, joining the young couples from both families on their honeymoon trip.

After landing, the large group of young people happily entered their family's hotel, chose their preferred rooms, arranged to meet for dinner, and then dispersed.

Dragging her light luggage, she remained dazed until she entered her room.

All the way there, she was filled with shock and panic, terrified that others would know the groom had spent his wedding night in her room, but no one questioned it. Even her sister nestled shyly beside her brother-in-law, as if her night had been nothing more than a dream.

Was it a dream? The memory of that passionate, fiery embrace, that insatiable, wild pounding—just thinking about it made her face burn. How could it possibly be a dream?

The door opened and closed behind her.

"What are you thinking about?" A deep voice made her jump.

"Brother-in-law?!" she cried out in complete disbelief.

He chuckled, looking at her stunned face, and gracefully stepped forward. "What?" He lowered his head, about to kiss her.

She took a large step back in shock. "Brother-in-law! Are you crazy?!" He dared to follow her into her room; wasn't he afraid of being discovered?

His eyes turned cold. "Come here." His quiet authority exuded a terrifying aura.

A little frightened, she obediently stepped forward, letting him lift her chin and plant a somewhat rough kiss on her.

"Don't try to disobey me, little bird." He warned, stroking her snow-white neck, his deep black eyes icy cold. "Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

She shivered, having no doubt he would do it. If he were to tell anyone about their one-night stand, she would never be able to face anyone again. She timidly looked up at his strikingly handsome face, her heart filled with both fear and anticipation. "Brother-in-law..." What did he want?

"I'll treat you well," he smiled, his previous menacing expression gone. "As long as you behave."

A mixture of despair and excitement washed

over her; she knew she was being dragged into hell. Ten minutes later, they were naked in the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, while she knelt in the large tub, which was only half full, awkwardly sucking on his enormous, frighteningly large penis.

He lazily looked down at her lewd posture as she swallowed him. "No, take it all the way down your throat." He lifted her chin, thrusting his thick shaft deep into her throat.

She struggled to open her mouth wide, trying to take it all in, but could only manage about half before it reached the very back of her throat, causing her excruciating pain and bringing tears to her eyes. "Mmm...mmm..." To please him, she forced herself to move her head up and down, trying to arouse him.

His thick member completely filled her mouth, making it impossible for her to swallow. The saliva secreted in her mouth could not be swallowed and could only flow out of her lips with the sucking motion, making her mouth and his member wet and shiny.

"Hmm, inhale, and lick the front hole with your tongue too." He instructed in a deep voice as he slowly thrust his narrow hips in and out of her mouth.

Her face flushed, and she moved her small tongue, obediently licking his thick length while arousing him. Although she was pleasing him, it also stimulated her own desire. In addition to her breasts swelling, a warm flow quietly flowed out between her legs.

"And touch down there properly too." He closed his eyes and enjoyed her service, a wicked smile on his thin lips.

Her small hands rubbed the thick, long member that could not be contained outside her lips, occasionally gently caressing the two round beads below his penis.

"Mmm...good...suck harder..." He couldn't help but thrust his narrow hips, using the front third of his manhood to penetrate her lips.

"Yes...harder..." With each thrust into her lips, he demanded she suck his thick length forcefully, letting her tight, wet mouth envelop him.

The impending climax spurred him to quicken his thrusts, unable to resist penetrating deeper with each stroke. His manhood was so thick and long that it almost reached the back of her throat before it was even halfway in. Her

mouth was forced open, and she nearly suffocated from his forceful penetration. The urge to vomit made her uncomfortable, yet her private parts felt increasingly empty as he tormented her, yearning for a hard, large object to penetrate and rub against her.

"Very good...suck me out with your mouth..." The exquisite, intoxicating sensation made him forcefully control her head with both hands, thrusting his hips and pumping intensely between her lips.

His hips swayed faster and harder, and she endured the pain as he thrust deep into her throat, sucking on his manhood in rhythm with his thrusts.

Finally, he let out a low growl, his swollen orifice opened, and thick, fishy-smelling semen shot into her throat.

The throbbing of his engorged manhood erupted in her mouth, and caught off guard, she couldn't hold her breath. She choked on the thick fluid, tears streaming down her face. She pushed him away with her small hands against his flat, firm abdomen, spitting out his erect penis.

Ignoring the semen that was spraying all over her face, she touched her throat, coughing up the thick fluid from her trachea, her throat feeling like it was burning.

Leaving her wet, warm mouth, he began to masturbate with his large hand, prolonging the pleasure of his orgasm.

Seeing him masturbate, she felt a surge of heat, her eyes welled up with tears, and her legs unconsciously pressed together and rubbed against each other.

Enjoying the afterglow of his climax, he looked down at her swaying hips, mockingly reaching out to touch her face, which was covered in his semen. "You really enjoy doing this, don't you?"

She dared not listen to his wicked words, and could only shake her head desperately.

"Or are you just naturally lewd, enjoying pleasing men?" He maliciously hooked his finger into the semen on her cheek and fed it to her mouth. "Lick it clean."

Deep shame brought tears to her eyes, but the vulgar words and command stirred a burning desire within her.

He watched with satisfaction as she obediently licked his long finger, then withdrew his hand, leading her to his resting penis. "Lick it clean too."

The withdrawal of his fingers left her mouth empty, and instinctively she took the soft yet incredibly large shaft pressed against her lips into her mouth. An inexplicable craving made her open her cherry lips wide and swallow the entire soft, gigantic rod, her small tongue skillfully licking it clean, even obediently sucking on the testicles below.

When he pushed her reluctant mouth away, he was already erect again, veins bulging, encircling the thick, deep purplish-red dragon pillar, its superhuman size representing superhuman pleasure.

Her eyes were hazy as she looked at the dragon, almost as thick and long as her forearm, unable to believe she could accommodate it, but the tingling in her flower cave made her uncomfortable, and she could only plead as she looked up, "Brother-in-law..."

"Want it?" He deliberately tapped her cheek with the large tip.

Confronted by pride and desire, she rubbed her legs together restlessly, finally surrendering, "I want it, brother-in-law."

He smiled contentedly and chuckled, "Turn around, kneel, and hold onto the steel pipe with the towel hanging on it."

She obediently knelt and turned around, raising her hands to grasp the horizontal steel pipe above. The contrast between the icy touch and her burning body made her moan involuntarily.

"You're already moaning so lewdly before I've even touched you." He knelt behind her, carefully examining her small back and buttocks. "Lift your ass up, spread your legs as wide as possible, good girl."

She trembled all over, shaking as she followed his instructions, spreading her legs and lifting her small buttocks.

A slight lean revealed the beautiful scenery between her buttocks: her delicate little anus, the crimson rose petals, and the alluring slit slightly parted by her open legs, glistening with a slow, flowing liquid that moistened the soft hair, giving it a beautiful, shimmering sheen.

"Very wet, quite sensitive." He praised, admiring the beautiful sight for a while before saying, "You'll squirt; with more practice, you'll shoot very well."

Her body was already burning from his burning gaze, and when she heard his words, she almost died of shame.

Being stared at with her legs wide open was already incredibly embarrassing, and now he was teasing her with such vulgar words. "Brother-in-law..." she pleaded softly, a strange, contradictory thrill coursing through her.

"Shoot once for me first." He extended his long, slender fingers, sliding them down her buttocks, causing her to tremble and gasp. "Shoot." Beyond her parted lips, his fingertip found the engorged, protruding pearl, mischievously flicking it several times.

"Ahhhhh... Brother-in-law..." She trembled violently, her legs shaking. The intense stimulation and pleasure were completely unexpected and unprepared for her; the pleasure was almost unbearable.

"Shoot it for me, you little slut." He smiled as he repeatedly stimulated her sensitive clitoris, kneading, rubbing, and flicking it, giving her no time to breathe, determined to get the result he wanted.

She gripped the steel pipe tightly, clear saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, "Sister, brother-in-law... ah..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He chuckled, his sharp eyes noticing the saliva dripping from her parted lips, "Scream louder, tell me you like me playing with you like this." As he spoke, his fingers almost cruelly tugged at her.

"Ahhh... I like it... I like it so much..." The pleasure built up higher and higher, her whole body tensed up, and with a heavy flick of his fingers, a surge of extreme pleasure swept over her like lightning, "Ahhhhhh..." Her hot flower suddenly gushed out a large amount of fluid, and all she knew was scream.

He gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly, forcibly preventing her from wriggling, and squinted to take in the entire process of her ejaculation. "So beautiful, look at my little darling, how beautifully you ejaculated."

A large amount of liquid gushed out from her slightly parted, narrow opening, creating ripples on the surface of the bathtub. The crystal-clear liquid flowed continuously, and the tightness of her vaginal contractions was clearly visible. With each contraction and reopening, the fluid gushed out, so much that it could almost fill a small basin.

"Shoot more." He pressed his thick thumb against her delicate anus, rotating and pushing it inward.

"There... ahhh... no... brother-in-law... ah..." Realizing that his finger was pressing against her private parts, she tried to dodge in fear, but unexpectedly, that area triggered another wave of intense pleasure, and the fluid that had just stopped sprayed out again.

"Look down at how beautifully you shot yourself." He pressed his large hand against the back of her head, forcing her to bend over and look. "You have to shoot like this every time from now on, understand?"

She felt so ashamed, looking at herself as if she were urinating. "No, brother-in-law..."

"Still saying no now?" He chuckled softly. "After shooting once, doesn't it really want a hard stick to poke you inside?"

Her tightly contracted vagina still felt pleasurable, but it was indeed so empty. Tears streamed down her face. She closed her eyes, desperately and pleadingly saying, "I want it, brother-in-law, I want brother-in-law so much... please..." Involuntarily, her little buttocks swayed.

"Since you're so obedient, I'll give it to you." He chuckled, grasping her snowy buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart, pressing his already clamoring, terrifying giant tightly against her still twitching little mouth.

"Eat it." Saying that, he thrust his lower back forward, forcefully pushing it in.

"Ahhh... Brother-in-law... No... It's too big... Ah..." She screamed, the pleasure of being stretched to the limit and filled to the brim almost suffocating her. It was so big, it would tear her apart. "Oh...

It's too big, brother-in-law, it can't go in..."

"How could it be? Didn't you swallow it all last time?" He used his thumbs to pry open her vulva, forcefully pulling it apart, and looked down at his thick, long penis slowly burying itself into that narrow, wet crevice. "Hmm, so tight, so good."

She shook her head in pain, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. His heavy friction and forceful filling were unbearable for her. "Ah... No more, brother-in-law, I can't take it..."

"Dare to say no?" He sneered, suddenly slapping her snowy buttocks hard, leaving a red handprint.

The pain made her cry out, "It hurts, don't do this, brother-in-law..."

"You'll like it." He sneered, continuing to thrust deeper into her vagina while slapping her buttocks hard. "Hmm, sure enough, it sucks me in when you hit me, very good." With each slap, her vagina would spasm, the already tight opening gripping his penis even more intensely, as if it were about to break him.

She cried and screamed, the pain in her buttocks gradually turning into heat, triggering another kind of pleasure, "Hmm...

brother-in-law... hit harder... ah... so good..." She uttered lewd words that even she couldn't believe.

He smiled with satisfaction, "I knew you were a slut." Knowing she could take it, he thrust his waist powerfully, his thick, terrifyingly long penis completely plunging into her vagina. He pressed tightly against her vulva, while the head of his penis heavily struck her deepest clitoris, forcing the delicate petals there to open, welcoming his hot, hard head as it squeezed into her small uterus.

"Ah...so deep...ahhh...brother-in-law..." Another climax came, and she was almost collapsing. "So good...brother-in-law, brother-in-law..."

He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the overwhelming pleasure that felt like it was being bitten off. "So small, tastes so good.

"

It was narrower than any woman he had ever been with, and the pleasure was incomparable. Slowly, he withdrew.

As his huge penis pulled back, her juices immediately gushed out, and her petals trembled. "Ahhh, brother-in-law...brother-in-law..." She shook her head and moaned, her little buttocks swaying wantonly. "Don't go, brother-in-law, I want you..."

"What do you want?" He seductively leaned down and licked her ear.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, she lost all reason, crying out in a daze, "I want my brother-in-law's thing to pierce me, brother-in-law..."

He laughed, "You little slut." He thrust forward, forcefully plunging into her cervix. "Is it good, hmm?"

"Good! So good, I love it... oh... brother-in-law..." she cried out in pleasure.

"Then do it yourself." He stopped.

She gripped the steel pipe tightly, her lower body swaying wildly back and forth, trying to rub the huge, hard thing against her thirsty little hole as much as possible. "Ahhh, brother-in-law... hmm... so hard and big..."

He suddenly slapped her already swollen buttocks. "Faster."

She cried out, stimulated, driven to twist her waist rapidly. "I can't take it anymore, brother-in-law..." But he was so thick and big, not to mention thrusting, even slight back-and-forth friction was difficult. The heavy blow to her buttocks made her cry. "I can't go faster, brother-in-law..." The painful yet pleasurable sensation made her want to savor it longer, yet she was afraid to disobey his command.

Looking at her tearful, lustful face, he felt a pang of pity. "Poor little slut, I'll fuck you good."

With that, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, each one penetrating deep into her, eliciting muffled groans of pleasure from him and wanton cries of pleas from her.

In the end, his movements were almost lightning fast, her juices being squeezed out of her vagina by the rapid thrusts, pooling at the point where their genitals intertwined, making a squelching sound. "Ah, your cunt is screaming from being fucked by me." He roared with pleasure, his hands gripping her swollen, red buttocks uncontrollably, slapping, rubbing, pinching, and kneading them, as brutally as the hard rod ravaging her body.

She was ashamed by his lewd words, but the irresistible pleasure made her unable to control her mouth, moaning in response to his even more obscene words, "Brother-in-law, make it scream louder... ah ah ah...

"

He chuckled with narrowed eyes, cruelly thrusting in, making her petite body bounce upwards. "Don't hold onto that tube anymore, grab your breasts, I haven't played with them yet today, play with them for me." With that, he savagely thrust, then grabbed her slender waist, turning her entirely towards the mirror on the wall.

Involuntarily obeying his command, she grasped her swaying breasts, the stimulating sight of herself playing with them reflected in the mirror, making her feel even hotter and more excited, "ah ah... brother-in-law..."

"Pinch your nipples, pinch them hard, bully them, pinch them." He fiercely pounded into her perineum, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding and the squelching of her vaginal fluids mingling, lewd and obscene.

She cried; he was stabbing her so hard. In the violent up-and-down thrusting, she could barely grasp her nipples. She managed to grab them, and with a single pull, a sharp pleasure made her scream. Uncontrollably, she dug her nails into her innocent little breasts, seeking even greater pleasure.

"You like it, don't you, you little slut?" he chuckled, looking at her satisfied and pleased expression in the mirror. He gripped her slender waist, thrusting wildly, sending her to orgasm while simultaneously ejaculating into her tightly clenched vagina.

He panted heavily, savoring the exquisite taste of his orgasm for a while before lazily lifting his eyes. The fact that she had fainted startled him, and he chuckled softly. (The following is a separate section):

Possessing a Kind Mother

(Author: Landscape Painting)

I grew up in the countryside. My father was a workshop foreman at a profitable chemical plant in town, while my mother raised chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mother was 37 years old. My mother was a little plump, but looked quite mature and full-figured. Ever since I started to develop an interest in women, I've paid close attention to my mother's every move, always finding her very attractive.

In August, during summer vacation, my older sister, who was in vocational school, came home. She shared a room with me. Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second, and chickens on the third. My parents slept in the large room, and my sister and I slept in the small room; only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats, two mats pushed together.

Around 9:30 pm, we were all asleep. Half-asleep, I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan up to the highest setting, sat to my right for a long time, then got up to turn it off, and lay down beside me.

Probably tired from work, she started snoring softly less than 15 minutes after lying down. The moonlight was bright outside, and soft light also bathed the room, so I could see quite clearly. I noticed my mother's two plump, white thighs were exposed right in front of me.

This sight excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch my mother's vulva through her underwear. I gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even touch it properly, my mother slapped my hand down. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified. I saw my mother scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again.

About ten minutes later, I guessed my mother was sound asleep, so I gently reached out to touch her vulva again. I placed my hand on it and gently rubbed it, feeling a slight hardness. At this moment, my mother slapped my hand down again. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but my mother didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. At this point, I also drifted off to sleep.

About twenty minutes later, I woke up again, looking at my mother beside me, breathing evenly. My mind started to wander again. I tentatively placed my hand on my mother's waist. She didn't move much, and her breathing was normal. I grew bolder and gradually moved my hand down, cupping her buttocks and gently stroking them. My mother's buttocks were large and felt wonderfully firm and elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute before moving my hand towards her waist. When my hand touched the edge of her underwear, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside her cotton underwear. My fingers traveled directly to the smooth, soft peaks of her buttocks and lingered there.

I quietly observed my mother for a while, seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly. I became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking the left buttock. After playing like this for a few moments, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my hand along her smooth skin to the side of her pelvis, paused briefly, then, holding my breath, slid my hand towards her genitals.

My mother's lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and it felt soft against my skin. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair. But her thighs were tightly closed, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to push my fingers into her thighs, but I failed. After a few attempts, I gave up.

Instead, I started caressing her lower abdomen. Besides rubbing my palms against her belly, I began kneading the soft flesh with my fingers. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on her back, and pressing my lower body against her full buttocks. I felt my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against her buttocks. It

was quiet all around, and the moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the mat. Everything unfolded slowly in the stillness.

My desire burned brighter and brighter. I didn't know what I wanted, but I was no longer satisfied with just touching her lower abdomen. I abruptly pulled my left hand out of my mother's underwear, and without hesitation, slid it inside her vest, grabbing one of her plump breasts.

Her breast was very elastic, flattened into a round shape under the pressure of her undershirt. Almost as soon as I grasped the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead and squeeze, while I pressed my lower body forward against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with her breast for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing?!" My mind went blank with fear; I thought, "I'm done for!"

The next morning, my sister woke me up, saying Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly, feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone.

It turned out my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood gossip, and nothing seemed amiss, so I finally felt relieved.

After that incident, I didn't dare bother Mom again. Although she had always doted on me, she could also be quite strict at times. Subconsciously, I was still a little intimidated. However, my possessiveness towards her didn't diminish at all. In

September, school started, and I officially entered my third year of junior high. My sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after, Dad was sent on a business trip to Qingdao, and wouldn't be back for a week. This left only Mom and me at home.

That night, I was reading in just shorts until ten o'clock before Mom came into the room. About half an hour later, when I could no longer hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push open my mother's door. Sure enough, as usual, the door was ajar.

I saw my mother lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I could see she was only covered by a thin sheet, her thighs completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response.

My courage grew. I tiptoed onto my mother's bed, lay down on her right side, and stared at her for a while.

Tonight, my mother was wearing a pink tank top, and I could vaguely see her full breasts. I tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage and slowly slipped my right arm over her body, placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart pounded, my hands trembled, and I was incredibly flustered.

I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her tank top; they felt soft and pleasant to touch. Later, seeing that my mother didn't react much, I gradually grew bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her vest and gently kneaded the base of her right breast.

After kneading for a while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—my mother's nipple.

I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, sometimes lightly and sometimes firmly. At the same time, I started to feel my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry.

I carefully propped myself up with my left arm, leaned my head against my mother's chest, and used my right hand to lift her vest up. Suddenly, my mother moved. I was startled and quickly withdrew my right hand, pressing my head against the pillow and pretending to be asleep.

My mother sat up and said to me, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at my feet." After saying that, she got up and got out of bed.

I lay on my mother's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if my mother knew what I had just done.

I waited for ages, but Mom didn't come back. I guessed she'd gone upstairs to feed the chickens. As I waited, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, before five, I woke up and looked out the window; it was already bright. I saw Mom sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but Mom wasn't covered at all. Her two plump thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking down at her chest, Mom's full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest was over her stomach, obscuring what lay beneath.

I thought for a moment, then quietly reached over and lifted Mom's vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see Mom's breasts, tightly pressed into flat, round mounds under the vest. Mom's breasts were white and large. I lifted the vest a little higher, and finally, I saw Mom's nipples—two deep red grapes that made me want to take a bite. This made my blood boil.

I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down next to my mother. Seeing her still soundly asleep, I suppressed my nervousness and gently climbed onto her, kneeling beside her waist with my legs spread. My limp penis hung between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down, gently pressing my body against her inner thighs, then placed my hands on her waist, hooking the hem of her vest with my thumbs, sliding my hands up to flip it open, finally placing my hands under her armpits. Her two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. Her breasts were very white, pear-shaped, with clearly visible blue veins, giving them an alluring feel. I felt an erection begin to rise, and my whole body started to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle her left breast.

My sudden attack must have startled Mom awake, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and Mom's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop."

I saw Mom staring at me silently, her face frosty, as she pulled her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed breasts. Then, she used one hand to prop herself up and sit up, while the other pushed against my chest, trying to get her lower body out from under me.

I finally came to my senses and pressed myself against Mom again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, my voice trembling with tears, repeating, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..."

Mom struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she pinched my thighs hard with her hands, cursing, "Chengcheng, get off me! Be careful when your dad comes back, I'll tell him..."

Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain, holding Mom tightly, tears streaming down my face.

Mom pinched for a while, then stopped.

I cried for a while and then felt something was off, so I peeked at my mother. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she started struggling again. I couldn't hold on, and one of her arms broke free. She first tried to push me with that arm, but when that didn't work, she used it to push the bed, moving her body backward.

I was small and thin then, and my development wasn't complete, so when she exerted force, I couldn't hold her down. As a result, half of her fell off the bed, and I almost fell off too. I was still sitting on the bed with her legs down, and she could only support herself with her arms. We remained locked in this stalemate. I sat firmly on her lap, pressing my hands down on her calves. When she tried to twist a few times without moving, she gave up.

Then she said angrily, "Let me go!"

Hearing her tone, I suddenly realized she wasn't as angry as I'd thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced.

I freed my right hand, curled my middle finger, and tickled the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down. I put on a pleading expression and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go."

My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the sole of her foot a few more times. I felt her foot tense, and I glanced back. I saw that all five of her delicate, lovely toes were curled up, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.

My mother said angrily, "Get down! When your father comes back this time, I'll make him teach you a lesson."

But her tone had softened considerably.

I quickly changed to a sincere attitude, "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so charming that I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and won't think like that anymore. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?"

Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..."

I quickly tickled the sensitive area on the sole of Mom's foot a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now."

I knew when to stop, so I quickly let Mom down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up.

After Mom got up, she grabbed my underwear from the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at yourself."

I obediently put on the underwear.

Once Mom felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and said to me, "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in my eyes I'll still treat you like a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, I won't tell anyone. But you have to study hard from now on, and don't have any wild thoughts, okay?"

I adopted a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm."

Although I had caused a heart-stopping moment, Mom forgave me in the end. So I felt particularly good, like I had been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual.

When I got home that evening, I heard the sound of a spatula clattering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me come in, she called out, "It smells too smoky in here, go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's done."

I was a little puzzled; why was Mom suddenly being so nice to me?

Tonight's dinner was three dishes and a soup, all of which are my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. While eating, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished my dinner, feeling flattered and full of questions. After dinner, I went to my room, took out my books, and started reading absentmindedly. A little

while later, Mom came upstairs after clearing the dishes. Mom came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She picked up a copy of "Reader's Digest" from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a while, she interrupted my studying and asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days, Chengcheng. Do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all our relatives and friends around us; aren't they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you understand?"

I put down my book, sat down next to Mom, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom. You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word."

Mom said seriously, "Mom is talking to you precisely because I'm not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants what's best for you, but Mom is also afraid that you're immature and might do something wrong. How could you think of doing that to Mom?"

I seized this opportunity and first admitted that I was wrong. Then I expressed how much I loved and cherished Mom for a long time, and highly praised her allure. I hoped to downplay the seriousness of the situation and gain Mom's forgiveness.

After listening, Mom thought for a while, looked at me, and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up. What you said is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about Mom, understand? It'll be fine when you start dating and have a girlfriend. Right now, you should focus on your studies. You're in your final year of junior high, so you especially need to work hard. Mom hasn't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I'll be more attentive to you in the future, and you need to control yourself and study hard, understand?"

I nodded vigorously, indicating that I understood.

Mom seemed satisfied and left.

Around 9 p.m. that evening, there was a knock on my door. Mom brought in a bowl of poached eggs with a pair of chopsticks on it.

I happily took the bowl from Mom, and seeing her loving expression, I couldn't help

but kiss her left cheek. Immediately, I felt embarrassed and didn't dare look at Mom's face anymore. I quickly picked up the poached eggs and ate them while mumbling that the soup was delicious.

The next two nights were the same; Mom would bring me a late-night snack, and I would kiss her on the face or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. Mom didn't seem to mind, which was a form of indulgence. On

the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard Mom call from outside the door. I immediately put down my books and ran to open it. I saw Mom holding a clay pot, the lid of which held some delicious food.

"Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I started stewing it this afternoon; it's very fresh. Chengcheng, try some."

I took a step back, letting Mom into the room. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I closed the door behind me. I grabbed Mom's waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, reflexively backing away. I nimbly ducked, slipped my head into her arms, pressed my face against the back of her neck, and pushed her against the door.

My mother's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and after squeezing her down, I immediately freed my hands. My right hand held her waist, and my left hand slipped under her armpit, pressing against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. My mother shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed harder on the back of her neck, finally forcing a kiss, but my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter her mouth.

My mother made indistinct moans, her hands trying to hold up the clay pot in her hands, helplessly being violated by me.

I couldn't suppress the burning desire within me, and while kissing my mother's lips, I used my left hand to lift her shirt.

I suddenly lifted my mother's shirt and reached for her breasts, touching her bra. In my haste, I pushed it up, and her two full, pear-shaped breasts sprang out, standing proudly. I abandoned her lips, quickly bent down, and took her right breast into my mouth, while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast, sucking deeply, feeling utterly blissful. Her nipple hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I was firmly sucking on her nipple, unable to pull away. Just as

we were locked in a fierce struggle, I suddenly cried out and jerked back. The clay pot in my mother's hands had accidentally burned my neck; the intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the pot to the ground.

I clutched my neck, crouching down in pain. My mother paused, then rushed over to check my injury, asking if it hurt badly. I could only groan and moan, unable to speak. She quickly went back to her room and got a box of green ointment. She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's alright, not serious, just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it, and it'll be fine."

After applying the ointment, she left. A little while later, she returned to my room with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor, then wiped the floor clean. She left with the trash can and mop. As she reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

She turned to look at me, said, "Don't do that again," and closed the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to do anything to my mother again. Our school has a one-day-off-weekend, and this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice problems, read some magazines, and when I got really bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV for a while. The morning passed just like that.

After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned the TV volume down and continued watching. Mom didn't chase me away.

While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly glanced at Mom's body. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me.

Today, Mom was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt. Through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra—it was undeniably alluring. She wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. She wore flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, looking quite cute.

After about forty or fifty minutes, seeing no movement from Mom, I guessed she was asleep.

I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto Mom's bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly.

After a while, I tentatively hugged my mother's waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. I started to get bolder.

I slipped one hand inside her clothes and caressed her soft breasts through her bra.

I became increasingly insatiable, so I pulled her shirt up and tried to unhook her bra. Having never unhooked a woman's clothes before, the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't unhook it. In desperation, I pushed her bra up, and her two snow-white, full breasts were once again in front of me. Without thinking, I flipped her over, pressed my entire weight onto her, and grasped one breast in each hand, sucking on them.

Mom finally started to struggle. First, she pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, pulling me up. I held onto her nipple tightly, refusing to let go. Mom tightened her grip little by little, until finally, the pain in my ear became unbearable, and I reluctantly released her nipple, but still tightly gripped her two swollen breasts with both hands. Mom pulled me in front of her and said angrily, "Chengcheng, do you even take my words seriously?"

After what had happened these past few days, I wasn't as afraid of Mom as before.

I shamelessly rubbed my face against hers, but Mom used both hands to pull me away from her ears.

I still slowly moved closer to her face, but Mom turned her face away. I immediately released her breasts, used both hands to straighten her face, and forced a kiss on her lips.

Mom kept her lips tightly closed, not letting me put my tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, and pressed my lips tightly against hers, my tongue sliding across her lips. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, so adorable.

After only five or six seconds, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe at the same time, while my freed right hand returned to her breast, finding that alluring protrusion and slowly kneading it.

I skillfully swept my tongue across her mouth, her head shaking frantically, making muffled "mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to escape my invasion. I diligently sucked her saliva, then transferred my own saliva into her mouth, resulting in a long kiss.

When I released my mother, I saw that her face was flushed and she was panting, but she still said to me, "Chengcheng, let me go. I told you this was wrong. If you let me go, I'll forgive you."

I ignored her and lowered my head to force a kiss a second time. My mother still didn't cooperate, but this time she didn't turn her head away. She probably knew it was futile and just kept her lips tightly closed.

This time I was gentle. I pulled my right hand, which was playing with my mother's tender breasts, gently pinched her jaw, and patiently pried open her teeth with my tongue. At the same time, I started to unbutton my mother's shirt with my left hand, which was playing with her right breast. My mother probably realized this and let go of my ears, desperately covering her shirt and pulling the shirt down again to cover her exposed breasts. At the same time, she struggled desperately.

I had to increase the force in my hands, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on my mother's shirt were pulled off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked and opened her mouth as if to shout something. I seized the opportunity and conquered her mouth in one fell swoop. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push my mother too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks with both hands, savoring her taste.

After kissing like this for a while, I felt my lower body become noticeably erect. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after a struggle, the skirt had already flipped up to her waist, leaving my lower body bare.

I pressed my lower body against my mother's lower body, squeezing my knees between her legs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, and my right hand pinched her full breasts. With the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed my mother down firmly in my arms. My erect penis was also pressed against the outside of my mother's vagina through my pants, which felt very stimulating.

My mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs sandwiched between them, she had no way to do so.

After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger, and I could no longer restrain myself. I released my mother's lips and started to tear her panties off with my hands. Suddenly, she pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice but to lie back down on top of her, pinning her down. But the sensation in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I steeled myself, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, though I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating her vulva.

Her vulva was already very wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, wet flesh tightly gripping my penis, a sensation that excited me immensely. I began to thrust in and out, without much skill, just knowing to thrust all the way in and then pull out.

Meanwhile, my mother anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out, I'm your mother…" She kept pounding my chest with her hands. This only excited me more. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, our tongues intertwining. Meanwhile, my lower body continued to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump, wet vagina, from which the sounds of "splattering" and "splattering" gradually emerged.

The force with which my mother hit me lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that at some point, she had stopped hitting me and instead wrapped her arms around my neck.

After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans becoming numb; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I immediately propped myself up and frantically thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes half-open, her breathing heavy, and her mouth half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked incredibly alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, her exposed breasts quivering and exposed to my view.

This made me even more excited; I felt my penis, erect inside my mother's vagina, swell even more, and the tingling sensation intensified. A thought flashed through my mind: "Should I ejaculate inside Mom?" Before I could finish the thought, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!

My lower body pressed tightly against Mom's, holding her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis had noticeably shrunk, but it was still inside her.

Mom's face was still flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me.

I felt a little apologetic, so I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to Mom's neck, gently licking and sucking her skin, feeling my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up Mom's neck to her chin, then hooked her lips together, gently touching them, and then I stuck out my tongue, just as I was about to penetrate her.

Mom, who had given up resisting, pushed my face away and said coldly, "Aren't you getting off?"

I didn't want to disobey Mom's wishes, so with a "pop," I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a pool of milky white, viscous liquid gushed out. Mom quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together.

I jumped off the bed, my penis swaying precariously. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood by the bed. Seeing that her crotch was already closed, I silently spread her legs and reopened her crotch. I discovered her thick labia were engorged and open, revealing the pinkish inner walls of her vulva. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before I was finally done. Throughout the entire wiping process, my mother just watched me silently.

I saw that my mother's underwear was completely stained with my semen, and I knew it must be uncomfortable for her. I tried to pull it off, but she slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and quickly put them on with her back to me.

When she turned around and saw me still staring at her, she snorted, walked past me, picked up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the floor, and started to leave.

I was a little flustered and suddenly grabbed my mother's open shirt, stammering and unsure what to say.

My pulling on her shirt, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed, enraged her, and she slapped me. I was stunned; my mother had never hit me like that before, and my grip on her shirt naturally loosened.

Mom went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, holding a wet towel. When she saw me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a hard flick on the back of the head, scolding, "Look at you, so spineless! Here, take the towel and go wash yourself."

I suddenly hugged Mom tightly and burst into tears, pleading, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Actually, I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

My mother didn't scold or hit me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. When my crying subsided, she pushed me away and said, "Why are you crying? Do you even know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could be so unruly."

I sobbed, and my mother shoved a handkerchief into my hand and pushed me away. "Go wash yourself clean. Seeing you like this makes me angry."

Like a zombie, I went to the bathroom, washed my lower body, and then washed my face. Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would never treat me the same way again. My mind was in turmoil.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious and went downstairs to the kitchen, but no one was there. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. My mother was feeding the chickens. Watching her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. At that moment, I felt that my mother was working very hard.

My mother glanced back at me, didn't say anything, and continued with her work.

At 3:30 PM, I went to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried tofu, and half a pound of lean meat. I also bought two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for my mother.

I came back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables.

My mother came downstairs once, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs.

After much frantic effort, I finally finished cooking two dishes and a soup by 5:30: braised crucian carp with scallions, stir-fried shredded pork with garlic, and tomato and egg soup (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked.

I ran upstairs to call Mom down for dinner. Mom glanced at me but didn't say much. She simply took off the coat she was wearing while working and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served Mom her rice.

The dinner was quiet. Aside from me constantly putting food on Mom's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word.

After dinner, I quickly took over clearing the dishes.

Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there absolutely can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to behave yourself from now on, study hard, and get into a good high school. Don't think about these things anymore, okay?" "

After hearing this, I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Mom took the trash can and rag from my hands and said, 'Go upstairs and read a book, I'll clean up.'

After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days, but sex is something you get hooked on once you've had it. The memory of having sex with Mom last time was still etched in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one time after Mom put down my late-night snack, I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist. Mom quickly dodged when she saw this. I hurriedly chased after her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. I also gently slammed the door shut with my foot. Then I hooked my arms around Mom's waist and pressed my whole body against hers. Mom stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly, and whispered, 'Are you trying to kill me? Your dad's next door.'"

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Since Dad's not home, does that mean I can..." My

mother ignored me, only twisting my arm, trying to break free.

I couldn't resist, so I whispered "Mom, Mom..." in her ear, while using my hand to lift her shirt.

My mother was wearing a pink bra today. I pressed down the top edge of her bra, and her dark red nipples popped out. I sucked on one of them. My mother pressed her hands on my head, not using much force. I became bolder, freeing one hand to pull down my pants, my limp penis hanging between my legs.

Then I sucked on my mother's other nipple, while simultaneously reaching under her skirt to pull off her panties. My mother recoiled, her buttocks hitting the door with a dull thud. My mother and I were both startled. I pressed myself tightly against my mother, motionless, listening for a while... There was no movement on the surface, so I finally relaxed.

Looking at my mother's face, she also looked tense and strained. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my tongue slipping inside. This time, she didn't resist, letting me move freely in her mouth. After sucking for a while, I reached down and pulled down her panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting her hips forward, allowing me to easily pull them down. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I grinned and casually placed them on the bed (my bed was next to the door). Then I

continued to bury my head in my hands, alternating between sucking on my mother's nipples. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied, so I pushed up her bra, putting her two large breasts into my hands. I played with one in each hand, shaping the nipples into various forms while vigorously sucking on them. After a while, my mother… Her breasts perked up, and her nipples hardened.

I felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery fluid starting to flow from the glans.

I bent down and slipped my right hand between my mother's legs, gently touching the inside of her left thigh. My mother cooperated by lifting her leg. I supported her left leg with my right hand, and held her waist with my left, pulling her lower body outwards. My mother stood with her back against the door, her left hand gripping my shoulder, her right hand supporting my waist, her vulva facing forward, and one leg supporting her.

I couldn't wait to squat down and try to insert my penis into her vulva, but I couldn't. I tried twice more, but still couldn't penetrate.

I got impatient, released my mother's waist with my left hand, and explored her vulva, gently separating her labia with my index and middle fingers. Her vulva was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis forward, hooking it between my left ring and little fingers, and successfully positioned it against her vulva. I pulled my hand back and looked under the light; there was a layer of egg-white-like mucus on the tips of my index and middle fingers. I smeared this mucus on my mother's delicate neck, then continued to support her waist, my penis thrusting in and out of her vulva.

My mother's vulva was very wet, and my penis slid in and out easily. Under the light, the part of my penis that was pulled out was shiny. After doing this for about a hundred minutes, I felt a bit tired in this squatting position, so I lowered my mother's thighs and pointed to my bed.

My mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed her buttocks from behind and pulled her down, forcing her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised. My mother didn't say anything, she just did as I said.

The first time I saw my mother's vulva from behind, it was plump and slightly raised, her two fleshy labia parted due to engorgement. A layer of glistening, lustful fluid glistened on her labia, incredibly erotic. From my angle, I could also see a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair on her pubic bone. My mother's legs were slightly open, waiting for my penetration.

I swallowed hard, one hand supporting my mother's beautiful buttocks, the other raising my penis and aiming it at her vulva.

This time, I slowly pushed my penis towards her vulva. When it touched her vulva, I paused, pressing the head tightly against the wet opening and grinding it.

My mother's body involuntarily twisted slightly a few times. I suddenly thrust forward, my entire penis disappearing into her body. This time, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."

After a while, I couldn't help but squeeze my mother's plump buttocks without any tenderness, as if trying to squeeze water out of her soft flesh.

So, I thrust in and out about a hundred times in one go, feeling the thrusts were very powerful, but I still didn't want to ejaculate.

Then, I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up, my left hand behind my back, my upper body slightly leaning back, and my lower body still powerfully thrusting into my mother's plump, tender vagina. This gave me a visual effect of conquest, as if I were riding a horse. The thought flashed through my mind: no wonder they say women are for men to ride. The thought of my esteemed mother being ridden beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased the force of my thrusts into my mother's vagina, and with each thrust, my mother's vagina emitted... The sounds of "splatter, splatter" filled the air, and occasionally, my mother would involuntarily let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement. I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of her arms over me, so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust more quickly, about twenty more times. I felt my back stiffen, and powerful spurts of semen shot out from my glans, all of it reaching deep into my mother's vagina.

My mother sensed that I had ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her back, my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, a stream of white fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squatted down and let the semen flow out like she was urinating.

I found some tissues and lifted my mother's buttocks. Like a child, she let me clean her genitals. I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Her labia were covered in sticky fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and messy.

I carefully cleaned my mother with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and made a face at her. My mother angrily pushed me away, picked up her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, and finally combed her hair with her hands. She looked in the mirror on the wall, and seeing nothing wrong, opened the door and left. Two

more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had class this Sunday. After school, I got home at 6:15. As I entered the yard, I closed the gate behind me. Passing the kitchen, I saw my mother busy working alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop my schoolbag. I also checked my parents' room, but didn't see my dad.

Usually at this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat together. Even if it wasn't ready, my dad would be downstairs waiting for dinner or watching TV. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had left work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding.

I stood behind my mother for a while and saw that she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a purple skirt, and black sandals. She had a small floral apron tied around her waist, making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at the clearly defined mound of her buttocks, and remembering the scene of me pinning her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis started to get engorged and erect.

I gently leaned closer, wrapping my arms around my mother's waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly erect penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. My mother continued cooking as if nothing was wrong.

After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt, revealing her full buttocks. I pressed my hand against the white cotton panties covering her buttocks and smelled them; there was no particular odor. I licked the flesh of her buttocks near the edge of her panties, then tentatively pulled down her panties. My mother instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered, "Let me see." She pulled her hand back, and I suddenly pulled her panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her thick labia tightly closed, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva looked very plump, with a few hairs growing on it, quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow.

I had already pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. She remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, she suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and pulled her panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her panties were hanging on her left ankle.

I didn't pull down her left panties; I felt it looked lewd and excited me.

I moved my hands up, lifting her skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs. She obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, gently pulling her body back slightly. I lifted my head and smelled her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still abandoned the idea of licking her vulva.

I continued to support my mother's waist with my left hand, while pulling my right hand back and pressing my index and middle fingers together. I began to rub my mother's vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and opened. After feeling a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, feeling warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her vaginal fluid increased, and her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted. Then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers in and out of my mother's vulva together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot.

My fingers moved in and out faster and faster, and I could hear the squelching sounds coming from inside my mother's body. As I thrust, I twisted my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." I was beneath her and couldn't see her face, which was a little disappointing. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my fingers onto the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. At that moment, my mother pushed me away slightly, went to get a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot.

After watching my mother finish her work, I pressed myself against her back, gently nibbling on her shoulder. She picked up a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then grabbed a piece of washed pork liver and started cutting it. Behind her, I quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand on my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her warm, wet vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation. My

mother couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing becoming heavy, her neck arching back, and her mouth half-open.

I couldn't resist grabbing my mother's hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, so that her luscious lips were facing me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, my mother didn't resist at all, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate my mother's honey hole, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the feeling was still very intense.

After a long kiss, I had to release my mother's lips and instead focus on holding my mother's plump buttocks, and began to penetrate her vigorously.

At this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers on the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks high up to make it easier for me to penetrate her.

I did this about twenty times when Mom turned around and said with difficulty, "Wait...wait a minute."

I held Mom's waist and kept my penis still inside her. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, picked up a spatula and stir-fried the vegetables in the pan a dozen times, added seasonings, stir-fried them a dozen more times, turned off the gas, grabbed a bowl from the side, and haphazardly scooped up the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver.

I saw that the green peppers and pork liver were a little burnt, and I found it a bit funny. Mom probably noticed and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down again, sticking her buttocks up high. I understood and started thrusting.

But before I had even done ten thrusts, the phone rang in the living room.

While I was still hesitating, Mom turned around and said to me pleadingly, "Pull it out for a bit, I need to answer the phone."

I followed Mom into the living room. Mom picked up the phone and started answering. I stood behind Mom, skillfully lifted her skirt, and easily inserted my slightly limp penis into Mom's slippery honey hole. Mom suddenly turned around and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged her waist tightly, pressed my upper body against her back, and listened to the phone call with her.

I heard Dad's voice on the other end of the line. He told Mom that he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that evening, and that they might play a little late, telling Mom not to worry. Just

as Mom was about to speak, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

Then, I heard Dad ask on the other end of the line: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?

" Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito," and deliberately slapped her hand twice.

I felt relieved and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, fucking her deeply and shallowly. Mom frowned, one hand tightly gripping my hand that was pressing against her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina. She tried to listen to Dad, then spoke to him in a calm tone, "Okay, I know. Don't go too far. Try to come home early after you're done; you have work tomorrow. Be careful on your way home tonight."

As Mom spoke, I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis, intensifying the stimulation with each thrust.

Finally, Mom finished her call and hung up with difficulty, saying angrily, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me just now!"

I didn't answer, but increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her large buttocks raised high.

I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making a "slap slap slap" sound. Mom also started to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat.

Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt aroused, I still didn't have the desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient, and I thrust desperately. Mom's big buttocks also began to move back and forth, bouncing up and down, meeting my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at Mom's round, smooth buttocks, watching the ripples of her hips from the impact. Suddenly, I had a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard twice. Two red handprints slowly appeared. Mom just suppressed two "ah" sounds, without any protest.

I stopped slapping and grabbed one of her buttocks, starting to stroke, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it in, rubbing it back and forth.

At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either. I untied Mom's apron strap from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it covered her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her two large breasts bounced out, swaying as I thrust into her.

After about two minutes of this, I abruptly pulled my penis out of her vagina, a few drops of vaginal fluid splashing out.

My mother let out another "Ah!" Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and pushed her onto the octagonal table.

Now, my mother lay there naked, her breasts and vagina exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated.

I pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vagina, sucking on her lips, one hand on the back of her neck, the other forcefully squeezing one of her breasts, while my thrusts quickened, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, I felt like I was in heaven.

Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally slipped out of my mother's vagina, and my mother would take the initiative to hold it and guide me to her vaginal opening.

At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were half-open, and her charming seductive appearance only added fuel to the fire, making me even more frenzied.

I finally felt a tingling sensation on my glans, I knew I was about to ejaculate, I held my breath and thrust into my mother's plump vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might, a strong pulsation on my glans, and powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting the depths of my mother's vagina. My mother also hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard my mother let out a long sigh of relief.

I lay on top of my mother, no longer wanting to move. My penis, still inside her, was throbbing, enjoying the afterglow of my ejaculation.

It was a long time before I finally climbed off her, my penis already limp and withdrawn.

I glanced at her genitals; thick, white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina, her once glossy black pubic hair was wet, and her buttocks were a mess. A small puddle of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. My mother lay limply on the table, her legs spread wide, seemingly unable to close. Her t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung limply at her sides. Her face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me.

Luckily, there was no one else at home besides me. I got up, supporting my mother under her armpits and in the creases of her legs with both hands. My mother cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I struggled to lift her into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub to about half full. When I looked back at my mother, I found her already undressing with her back to me. When she saw me coming, she pushed me out of the bathroom like she was chasing a thief.

After that, my mother treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, she would tolerate it. My mother still made me a midnight snack every night, and I wasn't as eager for sex as my mother had worried. We had sex once or twice a week on average. Apart from intimate moments, I still respected my mother.

Although I was very fascinated by my mother's body, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a habit of masturbation, and my behavior can be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as I don't see it as a sin, it won't have any negative impact.

I ranked 14th in my school's high school entrance exam and entered the second-best high school in the city. During my high school years, my mother remained my only sexual partner, though the frequency decreased significantly. Three years later, I entered a prestigious university with a score exceeding the first-tier university admission line.

In university, I had a girlfriend and a completely new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually faded.

My mother really liked my girlfriend; she genuinely liked her. My mother always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still grateful to her to this day.

In the seven years after graduation, I worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and the power supply bureau. Now I work as a designer at a well-known foreign company. In these years, I have met many people and experienced many things, and my heart is always restless. Sometimes, I inevitably recall some memories of the past. Out of sheer boredom, I wrote down these little things to pass the time.
05-05

The Enduring Bond Between Mother and Son

(Part 1)

I have always missed her—a teacher who taught me so much, her name was Fang Biru.

It was a time of great suffering. I was in a small mountain village in the south, around early 1971. I was only fifteen, in the prime of my adolescence, and in my first year of junior high at the village school.

That spring, several "black five categories" elements (referring to elements classified as "black elements") were sent down from the city. Among them was our teacher, Fang Biru. Her father was a Kuomintang official who defected during the Liberation War. She had married a regimental commander in the People's Liberation Army, but this commander had been imprisoned for saying a few bad things about a central leader. Coupled with her Kuomintang father, she was inevitably sent down to our remote mountain village.

She was over forty years old at the time, and she looked very frail. The village head was a good man and wouldn't let her do farm work, so she became our teacher, teaching all the classes. She was a graduate of Peking University, more than capable of handling us village children. This is precisely why I wanted to apply to Peking University after the Cultural Revolution.

She was beautiful, everyone thought so. She must have been stunning in her youth. Even though she was forty and a mother of two, she remained captivating, with fair skin and a typical northern woman's features. Especially in our small mountain village, she was practically an angel.

She liked us, and we children liked her too. Her presence brought life to our small village, a stark contrast to the turbulent big cities at the time.

I knew she cared about me because I was a special child. I wasn't talkative, but I excelled academically. My mother had passed away early, and my father was bedridden. I worked while studying, always ranking first in my class. The first time I saw her, I felt an instant connection, though I don't know why. Her gaze towards me was also somewhat special, as if she had seen me somewhere before.

She recognized my talent and hoped our small village could produce a university student. After all, our village hadn't produced a scholar in nearly fifty years. So she often gave me extra tutoring. By the time I was in the second year of junior high, I was already ranking in the top three in the third-year exams.

"Well done, Xiaoming! The hope of Nanshan Village rests on your shoulders. You must make your fellow villagers proud,"

she often said to me.

I looked up at her beautiful and gentle face, and I was filled with hope for the future. But

what happened that night changed my entire life.

It was a sweltering midsummer night. One of my pigs had run into the field, and it took me a long time to herd it back. It was already quite late.

On my way back, I happened to pass by the courtyard where Teacher Fang Biru lived. It was quiet all around, but suddenly a faint sound aroused my curiosity. I couldn't help but climb up the mud wall and peek into the courtyard. In a corner of the courtyard, I saw someone squatting on the ground urinating.

In the moonlight, her snow-white buttocks were vaguely visible, and coupled with the faint sound of urination, I felt my mind go blank, and my heart pounded wildly. Although there were two other female teachers living in the courtyard, I always thought that it was Teacher Fang Biru.

My God, that snow-white thing in the moonlight was her buttocks!

Suddenly, I felt an indescribable urge. My crotch instantly hardened, and my breathing became rapid and labored. At fifteen, I felt as if I had matured all at once. Children in the countryside often witnessed donkeys and horses mating, so they matured earlier than city kids. I stared intently at that snow-white thing, afraid of missing a single detail, until it disappeared through the door.

I didn't know if it was Teacher Fang, but I forced myself to believe it was Teacher Fang Biru, which gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I went home in a daze, and that night, I had a wet dream.

The next day in class, my heart raced whenever I saw Teacher Fang Biru. I couldn't help but think of that snow-white bottom under the moonlight—that was her, that noble and beautiful teacher. Her skirt concealed that alluring bottom. I dared not think about it anymore, yet the thought was inescapable. How I longed to see her every day! I even longed to be with her…

Once the desire erupted, it was uncontrollable. I began to suffer from insomnia. Almost every night, I would run to her courtyard wall to spy on her, rain or shine. If I saw her, I would have a wonderful night; if I didn't, I would be sleepless. Spying on her from the courtyard wall became a part of my life.

Of course, there was a price to pay. My grades plummeted. I couldn't concentrate in class. My eyes were glued to the teacher's full bottom, my mind filled with fantasies, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all.

Teacher Fang Biru noticed this and spoke to me, but I always stammered. So she decided to take action herself.

That night, I quietly went to the familiar courtyard wall again. Actually, she had been following me since I left home, but I was too excited to notice. When I climbed the mud wall, she emerged from the darkness. I stared at her in terror.

She just looked at me without saying a word. I knew she must be very angry; her eyes were so complex, I couldn't understand them at all. I probably stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and ran away as fast as I could.

The next day, I didn't dare go to school. I ran into the fields, making sure no one could find me, and didn't return home until evening.

She was sitting in my house, probably waiting for a long time. I stood frozen at the door, and she came out, patted my head gently, and said softly, "Xiaoming, you must study hard. Don't think about anything else. You must make your parents proud, make Nanshan Village proud, you know? You're a smart child, you'll be successful. You must come to school tomorrow, don't be late." After saying that, she smiled and left. My nose suddenly stung with tears.

I returned to class, but I still couldn't concentrate. I forced myself to listen, but that inexplicable desire always took over. My grades improved somewhat, but not as well as before. Desire and ideals were intertwined, which was too difficult for a teenager.

Nine days later, I finally couldn't resist anymore. I went back to the courtyard wall at night, but no one in the courtyard would come out to urinate at night anymore. Teacher Biru was already on guard against me!

A "what's the use" thought arose spontaneously. In desperation, I went even further and chiseled a small hole in the mud wall of their bathhouse at the east end of the courtyard. This way, after nightfall, I could peep at the three female teachers bathing through the hole. Although it was impossible to see much in the darkness, I still used the sound of the flowing water and the vaguely visible skin to fuel my imagination. I seemed to see those snow-white buttocks again.

When Teacher Biru came to wash, I would take my hard penis out of my pants and rub it repeatedly until I achieved that moment of pleasure and sprayed my semen onto the yellow mud wall.

Women have intuition. One day, when I went to the mud wall again, I found that the small hole had been plugged with fresh mud. I looked around in terror, afraid that someone would emerge from the darkness again. Thankfully, no one did, and I quickly fled.

The next day, I went to class with trepidation. Teacher Biru was as usual, showing no signs of anything amiss. I felt a little relieved. Could it be that she was pretending nothing had happened to avoid being ridiculed by the other students? Young and impetuous, I didn't take Teacher Biru's good intentions seriously. I seized the opportunity and dug another hole, but two days later, the small hole was plugged again.

I knew it must have been Teacher Biru, because if it had been any other teacher, I would have been reported long ago. If even one person had been hiding there, I, completely unprepared, would have been caught red-handed, and the outcome would have been predictable. But no one had.

So I knew it must have been her. She must have wanted me to quietly retreat, return to the classroom, and become a good student. I wanted to, but I could never do it. I was like an addict, hopelessly addicted.

Only when the day of true liberation arrived.

That day finally came.

On a gloomy early autumn afternoon, a torrential downpour was imminent. The entire village, men and women alike, was mobilized to the fields for a frantic harvest. If they didn't finish before the storm, all their hard work over the past six months would be for nothing.

The village was deserted. I secretly slipped back. I was going to chisel another hole in the bathhouse wall. This time, I was bolder; I wanted to go inside and find a more effective method.

So, I finally entered the bathhouse for the first time—Teacher Biru's bathhouse. I nervously searched the walls, looking for a place that wouldn't be easily noticed. Finally, I found what I thought was their blind spot and began chiseling a hole.

Just as I was working feverishly, Teacher Biru returned. Perhaps I was too engrossed in my work, because I didn't even notice her. When I turned around, she was already standing behind me.

I stared at her, dumbfounded. She was clutching her finger, a strip of cloth wrapped around her left index finger. She must have injured it during the harvest and was bandaging it. She looked at me too, her eyes filled with a complex emotion—perhaps sadness, pity, or anger.

I didn't know.

But she didn't say anything, and suddenly, a surge of courage welled up inside me. I shouted, "Teacher, I'm just here to use the restroom!" With that, I turned my back to her, unzipped my pants, took out my genitals, and started to urinate.

I was really worried I wouldn't be able to go, and that I'd embarrass myself in front of the teacher, but I pushed hard and managed to urinate. After I finished, I let out a long sigh of relief.

I zipped up my pants, turned around, and without even looking at her, walked away with my head held high. Actually, my heart was pounding; I really didn't know what to do next.

But I had only taken a few steps when I heard Teacher Biru sigh behind me. A soft voice reached my ears, "Xiaoming, you are my student. I have a responsibility to take care of you and to be responsible for everything you've done."

I stopped abruptly and turned around. I saw Teacher Biru with her hands on her chest, unbuttoning her shirt. Her snow-white neck was exposed, and my mind flashed to the image of her white buttocks under the moonlight. I felt a rush of heat to my head, and I rushed over, pushing Teacher Biru down onto the soft, damp sand in the bathroom.

"No, no, Xiaoming, not here, no..."

she cried out urgently, but her voice was low, sounding to me like a moan. I didn't care about anything else. I felt an urgent urgency and frantically tried to tear off her shirt.

She instinctively tried to stop me, but dared not use too much force. We pushed and shoved each other for a while. She probably realized this would waste more time, so her resistance weakened, and I was finally able to tear open her shirt. Her

white belly and a white embroidered bra were revealed before my eyes. My penis immediately hardened, bulging my pants. I don't know where the strength came from, but I ripped her bra off in one go.

She cried out in surprise, her hands instinctively covering her chest. I roughly pulled her hands away, and a pair of full and white breasts sprang out. What a beautiful pair of breasts!

Although they had sagged a little, they still looked so full, especially those two dark red nipples, which made one want to swallow them whole. This was the first time I had seen a woman's breasts so clearly. I swallowed hard, immediately leaned down, bit one nipple, and began to suck greedily.

"Xiaoming, no, this, someone will see this, no, Teacher will give it to you, let's go inside, not here, I..."

But I couldn't care less about any of that. The forbidden pleasure had made me forget everything. I lay on top of Teacher Biru, sucking on her breasts, my hands impatiently groping her body. She struggled a few times, but to no avail, and slowly calmed down.

My right hand took the opportunity to slip into her trousers, and with a forceful pull, the waistband was pulled down to her waist. I sat up, grabbed the teacher's waistband, and pulled it down forcefully. The teacher consciously lifted her buttocks, and the entire trousers were pulled down in one go, revealing two long, slender legs. Her legs were very white, her skin glowing, and her legs were tightly pressed together.

I stared at her long legs for a few moments, swallowed, and immediately bent down again, grabbing the only remaining piece of clothing on her body: her red underwear.

Just then, she suddenly grabbed my hands tightly, preventing me from moving an inch. I tried to pull her away, but couldn't budge her. I didn't know where she got such strength. My eyes reddened with anxiety, and I gasped for breath, staring intently at the teacher lying on the ground.

She was also panting, meeting my gaze with fear and unease in her eyes. But after a while, that fear and unease disappeared. She closed her eyes and helplessly released my hands.

I couldn't wait any longer and pulled and swung her hand. Her red underwear fell silently to the ground, and Teacher Biru silently unfolded her body, lying there like a pure white statue.

(II)

The world seemed to disappear in an instant. I stood there for a few seconds, my thoughts seemingly frozen. I saw a woman's vulva for the first time, and it was Teacher Biru's vulva! I couldn't believe it was real. That was the woman I had longed for day and night! This was my beloved Teacher Biru! Her body, her skin, were right before my eyes. Heavens, I couldn't take it anymore!

I frantically pulled down my pants, my penis already as hard as an iron rod. I pounced on her, pressing myself against Teacher Biru's body.

Her body was warm and smooth, enveloping me gently like lake water. I frantically kissed and groped her body, her full breasts and long legs driving me wild. I bit and scratched like a hungry wolf.

She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and dared not look at me, her lips pressed together, letting this fifteen-year-old boy vent his desires on her body.

I don't know how I found that spot the first time. I just randomly thrust between Teacher Biru's legs. At first, she instinctively resisted, always unconsciously tightening her legs.

But after a few thrusts, she finally slowly parted her legs and bent her knees. Just then, I felt as if I had hit a small hole, and the flesh there sank in.

I heard Teacher Biru immediately cry out "Ah!" I didn't care whether I had found the spot or not, I just thrust in recklessly.

"Ah... Xiaoming, you... you be gentle, don't..."

Teacher Biru bit her lip, her face full of pain. Her vagina was still very dry, but as a novice, I didn't know anything about such things. Half of my large glans went in, and I straightened up and forcefully pushed the other half in as well.

"Ah!"

Teacher Biru cried out in pain, her waist tensing instantly, her entire back instinctively arching upwards. Her vagina gripped my glans even tighter, the intense pleasure making every vein in my body throb. I pressed my hands against Teacher Biru's shoulders, thrusting my lower body in inch by inch with force.

Teacher Biru's brows furrowed, large beads of sweat seeping from her forehead. I knew she must be in a lot of pain, because her vagina was very dry, and my penis was so hard. Amidst her series of moans, my penis finally swelled completely into Teacher Biru's vagina!

She breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body slowly relaxing.

At this moment, my penis was completely enveloped by Teacher Biru's tender flesh.

An unprecedented feeling spread throughout my body, truly like a dream. Those warm, tender flesh gripped my penis tightly, opening and closing with her rapid breathing. This feeling was so wonderful.

The beautiful Teacher Biru lay beneath me, and I was completely inside this motherly teacher. She was old enough to be my mother, yet I was so infatuated with her, even madly in love with her. And she, to prevent this ignorant child from falling into depravity, had offered her pure body. At that moment, I would gladly die!

Like a wild beast, I straddled her and began to thrust wildly.

She gritted her teeth, silently enduring my impact. Her full breasts rippled with each thrust, and the fragrance emanating from her body, the waves of pleasure from the friction of her vagina, continuously pushed me to climax. Suddenly, the image of that snow-white buttocks under the moonlight that night flashed through my mind again.

God, my endurance had reached its limit!

I felt like I was going to explode. After only a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore! With all my might, I thrust my penis into Teacher Biru's vagina one last time, and the lust that had accumulated for over ten years erupted in that instant.

I couldn't help but cry out, "Teacher Biru!"

Hot semen gushed out like a flood, shooting straight into Teacher Biru's uterus, and continuing to gush for a long time before stopping. Her snow-white buttocks vanished from my mind in an instant. My body went limp, panting, and I collapsed onto Teacher Biru, motionless for a long, long time…

When everything calmed down, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. My penis withdrew from Teacher Biru's vagina.

She pushed me away, turning her back to her. She sat up, turned to the side, and began searching for her clothes on the floor. I noticed a lot of wet sand stuck to her back. A thought struck me, and I couldn't resist reaching out to brush the sand off her back.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Xiaoming, it's getting late, everyone will be back soon. Hurry up and get dressed."

"Okay,"

I murmured in response, but my hand didn't go down. I continued to pat the sand off her back. Her back was smooth, and now I could observe her figure more closely. Her curves were beautiful, though her waist was slightly fuller.

But this only made her appear more mature and alluring. I stared at her, my hand sliding down until it touched her buttocks. This... this was the snow-white thing under the moonlight!

A surge of heat rushed through my heart, and my breathing quickened. I gently stroked her; her buttocks were smooth and soft. Suddenly, I felt an urge to embrace those alluring buttocks, and my young penis instantly became erect again.

Teacher Biru felt me touching her buttocks. She put on her top, turned around, and was startled when she saw my erect penis. "Xiaoming, what's wrong?"

I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I... I want more, Teacher, I... want more!"

Teacher Biru gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Don't do this, Xiaoming. Everyone will be back soon. You have to leave, understand? Don't be stubborn, be good."

I knew that if I let go, I would have no chance. At this moment, lust had spread throughout my body, and I could no longer control myself. I held her tightly.

"No...I want...Teacher, I really love you, teacher, I want you, really, teacher. I love you!"

"No, Xiaoming, don't say that. You're still a child, you don't understand what love is. I know you're easily prone to overthinking at this age. Teacher can help you, you know? I'm much older than you, I can be your mother. You'll have a girl you like someday, she'll be about your age, you understand? That's love. I know you like teacher, and teacher likes you too, because you're a good child, be good. Get up."

"No, teacher, I really like you!"

I hugged Teacher Biru, desperately acting like a child, while my hands mischievously rubbed her bottom.

"Xiaoming, don't do this, be good, don't do this..."

Teacher Biru struggled, trying to remove my hands, but couldn't. I pleaded with her, and her struggles gradually subsided. She'd already made a mistake once, what did it matter if she made another?

She finally sighed helplessly and said softly, "I really don't know if I owed you something in my past life. Okay, Xiaoming, you have to promise me... you'll study hard from now on... okay? What happened today is only between you and me. You can't tell anyone, understand?"

I nodded vigorously and pushed Teacher Biru to the ground again. I climbed on top of her, unbuttoned her newly put-on top, and her beautiful body was revealed once more. This time, she took the initiative to reach out and grasp my penis, guiding me to her alluring entrance.

"Xiaoming, come on, let me absorb all your sins. Remember, you must be obedient from now on, understand?"

I hummed in agreement, and with a thrust of my hips, my thick penis entered Teacher Biru's body in one go. Since we had just finished, there was still a lot of my semen in her vagina, and the friction of my penis also brought her some pleasure. Her vagina was already very wet.

I entered smoothly and once again experienced that heavenly feeling. I thrust forcefully, savoring the sensations I hadn't experienced before, and freely releasing my desires.

She, my teacher Biru, was like a giant sponge, absorbing all the sins within me, and like a loving mother, nurturing an innocent child.

She no longer lay there quietly as before; she began to rhythmically cooperate with me, even guiding my movements. Her vagina sucked on my penis, it felt wonderful.

Under her guidance, I continuously thrust into her body, my lower abdomen slapping against hers, making a "slap, slap" sound. A lot of fluid flowed from inside her, dripping onto her snow-white buttocks, incredibly alluring!

And so, in that cramped bathroom, a fifteen-year-old boy was freely releasing himself on the body of a woman old enough to be his mother—what a sight!

We were getting into the swing of things, and Teacher Biru started moaning softly, "Ah...ah...ah...

steel...ah...steel."

I didn't know who "steel" was, I just thrust harder, each time penetrating deep into Teacher Biru's vagina. Her face flushed, her long black hair fell loose, her eyes were languid, and she was panting heavily—she was incredibly alluring. She even hugged my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her waist as I thrust wildly again.

I couldn't help but cry out ecstatically,

"Teacher...Teacher..."

"Ah...ah...steel...ah..."

Finally, the moment arrived. Her hands suddenly grabbed the muscles on my back, her head tilted back, and her legs tightly clamped around my waist.

"Ah..."

I cried out. With her grip, I felt a surge of heat rush to the head of my penis.

I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a roar and slammed Teacher Biru to the ground. My semen gushed out, all of it shooting into Teacher Biru's vagina. We gasped for breath, embracing each other tightly...

(III)

When the footsteps of the commune members sounded outside the courtyard, I hurriedly got up from Teacher Biru. We dressed in a panic, and I fled the courtyard like a child who had done something wrong.

I ran and ran like my life depended on it. I rushed into the house, lay on the bed, panting heavily, my mind blank, my whole body feeling completely exhausted. I really couldn't believe what had just happened.

I savored the memory of her warm body, her smooth skin, and her enchanting vagina, and I felt incredibly satisfied.

That night, I slept exceptionally well, a sweeter sleep than I'd ever had since meeting Teacher Biru. I didn't dream of anything.

The next day, I went to class with mixed feelings. When I saw Teacher Biru, I didn't dare look at her. She seemed unaffected, as calm as ever, but I could sense she was avoiding my gaze, as if she was trying to feign composure. But I was different. When my eyes met her body, my heart pounded uncontrollably.

My grades started to improve again, but on the day I transitioned from a boy to a man, my body underwent subtle changes. I often craved that cathartic release; I couldn't resist it.

I think no one could resist it. Once the physical barriers are broken, there's no turning back. Otherwise, our great Chairman Mao wouldn't have married so many wives.

Another ten days or so passed, a long period for me. I don't know what I was thinking; I was just eagerly anticipating, hoping something else would happen. I knew things couldn't stay this way forever; if it happened once, it would happen again.

What's meant to happen will happen.

After autumn arrived, the school often organized us to help the commune members thresh grain. We were happy to be spared from studying. That day, after threshing the grain, it got dark, and everyone went home. We students packed up our tools and followed the teachers back to school.

Halfway there, we heard Teacher Biru exclaim "Ah!" A female teacher quickly asked what was wrong. Teacher Biru said she had dropped something in the threshing ground and told us to go back to school first. Then she hurriedly returned to the threshing ground.

The students went back with the teacher, but my heart suddenly pounded. I lied and pretended to go home, but as soon as I was out of everyone's sight, I turned around and ran back to the threshing ground.

As I approached the threshing ground, I slowed my pace and peered over the wall. Teacher Biru wasn't there; I could only hear sounds coming from the earthen house where the grain was stored. I jumped into the threshing ground, reached the edge of the house, and peeked inside. Teacher Biru was there, searching for something. She found a pile of grain, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, picked up a small object, examined it carefully, wiped it, and put it back in her pocket.

Just then, I reached the ventilation shaft of the earthen house. She looked up and saw me.

"Xiaoming? What are you doing here?"

"I..."

I stammered, unsure what to say.

Teacher Biru seemed to understand something and said, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Go home; your father is waiting for you." She pulled me aside, ready to leave.

I knew this was a golden opportunity, and suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I...I really missed you. I..."

"No, Xiaoming, don't do this. You're not a child anymore, you should be more sensible."

"But you said you'd do whatever I wanted, Teacher, I really like you."

Seeing that no one was around, I became even bolder, holding Teacher Biru tightly and refusing to let go.

"Xiaoming, no."

I smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, and my blood began to boil. How could I let go at this moment? I hugged Teacher Biru without hesitation and pushed her towards the mud house. She couldn't bear it and stumbled back a few steps, bumping into a haystack. I pinned her against the haystack, and took the opportunity to slip my hands inside her shirt, groping her full breasts.

"No!" In her panic, Teacher Biru slapped me. I froze, standing there, covering my face, at a loss for what to do. In my anxiety and anger, feeling wronged, tears welled up in my eyes.

Teacher Biru was also stunned. She composed herself and said, "Xiaoming, don't you think this is cruel to Teacher Biru? Do you think Teacher Biru feels any better? How does Teacher Biru feel seeing you like this?"

These three questions stunned me and brought Teacher Biru to tears.

Seeing Teacher Biru in tears, I panicked. I quickly went to help Teacher Biru to sit down by the haystack, wiped her tears, and said, "Teacher Biru, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is in turmoil." Teacher Biru looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, gazing deeply at me, and said, "It's all Teacher Biru's fault; I've set a bad precedent for you."

I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I've been overthinking all the time, and Teacher Biru has to worry about me."

Hearing this, Teacher Biru was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and we suddenly felt much closer.

As I savored the fragrance wafting from Teacher Biru's hair, she said in a soft, melancholic tone, "If you still want it, Teacher Biru can give it to you... but I have two conditions."

I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Teacher Biru."

"First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, from the first day I met you, I felt a sense of closeness with you, which is why I'm helping you. But Teacher Biru and I can't really have anything going on; you should understand that, okay? Our relationship will always be that of teacher and student, do you understand?"

I looked at Teacher Biru's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears, and said, "Teacher Biru, I know."

"Silly child, Teacher Biru wants you to improve. Don't worry, Teacher Biru has made her decision; just don't let your father or anyone else know."

At this moment, what could I say? Teacher Biru closed her eyes, and I quickly pushed her to the ground.

"Xiaoming, someone might come, you...you need to hurry."

"I know."

I took off Teacher Biru's outer pants, revealing her full thighs. She wouldn't let me take off her top, so I could only rub her breasts through her clothes. I stroked them up and down, finally deciding to pull down her panties.

As the last piece of Teacher Biru's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me.

It was getting dark, but I could still clearly see the sparse pubic hair in her mysterious area, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle. I spread Teacher Biru's thighs, and between her legs, there was a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva. This was what I had been dreaming of for the past ten days. I was so excited I didn't know what to do.

I stroked her thighs, feeling the silky smooth skin, and my lower body instantly hardened. Under my caresses, her breathing became rapid.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her, pressing my body against hers.

This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably swollen before I began my assault.

After what happened last time, I thought I could find my target immediately, but Ms. Biru was drowsy and motionless. I couldn't find the right spot, and after several attempts, I still couldn't get it right, making me sweat profusely with frustration.

Then, Ms. Biru's hand moved, seemingly guiding my penis. I found the spot instantly, and with a thrust, my penis entered that wonderful place.

It was wet and tightly enveloped me; I came again.

It was so wonderful.

Then I glanced at Ms. Biru and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. Only then did I realize that Teacher Biru had also felt something, and that her earlier action had been intentional, helping me.

Excitedly, I kissed her, but as I touched her lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, a moan escaping her throat. So, Teacher Biru

had been holding back her moans.

I gripped her waist with both hands and began to thrust forcefully. With each powerful thrust, Teacher Biru's breathing and moans grew stronger, and my body felt light again. Having learned from my previous experience, I had the skill to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress my urges several times.

Teacher Biru's vagina began to wet and glisten. I thrust into her again and again, releasing my desire to the fullest. My penis was red and hot from the penetration. I don't know how many times I thrust, and Teacher Biru's lower body was soaking wet.

Right there on the dry grass in this earthen house, I once again took advantage of Teacher Biru, a fifteen-year-old boy, and vented my desire on her.

Suddenly, Teacher Biru hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength and went limp again.

I could no longer hold back the urge to explode, and a stream of semen shot into the depths of Teacher Biru's vagina like a bullet.

(IV)

After I ejaculated all my semen into Teacher Biru's vagina, I was exhausted. I lay on Teacher Biru's body, unwilling to leave for a long time. Exhausted, I lay on Teacher Biru, panting, and Teacher Biru also lay weakly. After

a long, long time, I noticed that Teacher Biru had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complicated in her eyes that made me a little flustered.

I asked softly, "Teacher Biru, are you angry?"

"Angry about what?"

"I did that to you again..."

Teacher Biru smiled and said, "I know, young people are bound to be impulsive. I don't blame you, especially someone your age. I've said it before, I have a responsibility to help you. As long as you study hard, I'll be at ease."

At that moment, both Teacher Biru and I felt a cold, wet sensation in our lower bodies. I looked down and saw that we were both almost completely soaked. A large patch of dry grass on the ground was damp, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

Teacher Biru blushed when she saw me looking at her. "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Let's go back."

Saying this, she pushed me away, turned around, and groped for her pants. She stood up, her two long, straight, snow-white legs... Imagining that I had just been between her legs, I felt a surge of desire, but I restrained myself.

Teacher Biru quickly put on her pants, patted the dry grass off her clothes, and watched me get dressed. For a moment, there seemed to be nothing more to say, and the two of us silently left the mud house…

Once that layer of ice was broken, things seemed to suddenly become much easier. Young and full of boundless energy, coupled with the forbidden pleasure of first-time experience, I was captivated by it, more potent than any drug addiction.

I was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.

I studied diligently to please Teacher Biru and put her mind at ease, and the encouragement I received was that she would occasionally grant my requests. She felt affection, concern, and a mysterious, indescribable feeling towards me, as if it had been there for a long time, but I couldn't put it into words.

So, when I persisted, she would always soften and grant my requests, as if I were a spoiled child. Thus, whenever there was a chance to be alone with Teacher Biru, in those secluded places—in the ravines, in the woods, in the threshing ground… our figures would be intertwined.

Time and again, I found satisfaction from her, and time and again, I sank deeper into depravity.

My eyes and heart were only for Teacher Biru. I couldn't even look at other girls, considering them all vulgar. Teacher Biru's maturity and voluptuousness attracted me like a magnet.

At that time, I thought I would never love another woman in my life.

I constantly and fervently desired her body. One day after school, I deliberately stayed behind to help Teacher Biru collect homework, and I collected it very slowly, until all the other students had left. Only the two of us remained in the classroom. I put the homework aside, rushed to the podium, and hugged Teacher Biru tightly, eagerly wanting her.

Ms. Biru was startled and said, "Good boy, hurry up and collect the homework. This is a classroom, don't fool around here."

But my lust had already risen, and I was still hard, so I held onto Ms. Biru and said, "Ms. Biru, I want it. Anyway, there's no one here. I really want it, it'll be ready in a bit."

Ms. Biru flicked my forehead and said, "But you know this is a classroom."

I said, "It's okay, give it to me, good teacher." Before I finished speaking, I had already slipped my hands inside her bra, caressing her full breasts.

My hands roamed over Ms. Biru's breasts, arousing her lust as well. Her two round, large breasts began to perk up and swell under my caresses, and her legs began to loosen.

Finally, she sighed and said, "Sigh, I don't know if I owed you something in my past life, I really can't do anything with you. But, Xiaoming, you'd better hurry up." As she spoke, she turned around, placed her hands on the podium, and faced away from me. I was overjoyed, and coincidentally, Ms. Biru was wearing a skirt that day.

I immediately helped Ms. Biru lift her skirt, then pulled her panties down to her knees. Her legs parted slightly, revealing her full vulva. Her snow-white buttocks and long, slender legs made my penis swell even more! I tried to keep Ms. Biru's legs as far apart as possible, and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

"Xiaoming, don't do this, you have to hurry, someone will come. I..."

Ms. Biru said anxiously. Actually, I didn't want it to take too long either. I was already aroused by her seductive posture, and if I didn't penetrate her soon, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I took off my pants, pulled out my penis, aimed it at Ms. Biru's vagina from behind, and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah..."

Teacher Biru cried out in pain. Her vagina was still a little dry, so it hurt a bit. Even my penis hurt a little, but I couldn't care less. I thrust hard, pushing my penis into her vagina. Teacher Biru gripped the edge of the lectern tightly with both hands, desperately trying not to make a sound.

But even though I thrust in quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. Her vagina was tight because her legs weren't fully open, and I almost ejaculated because of this new position and forbidden pleasure. It felt so good! My penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right.

The extreme pleasure made Teacher Biru extremely happy, and she began to moan softly.

At this point, we had thrown all moral boundaries to the wind. She eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I held her snow-white buttocks, constantly pounding against the slippery ground between her legs. Her

legs went weak, and she involuntarily leaned onto the lectern, her entire vulva even more clearly displayed before my eyes. My penis went in to the very root each time! It pushed open her labia, like a pile driver hitting her G-spot. Teacher Biru's vaginal fluid increased, flowing down her thighs, and my penis was completely covered!

I desperately tried to hold back, wanting to savor this forbidden pleasure as long as possible. I gripped her two large, fleshy buttocks, gritting my teeth as I thrust into her thirty-odd times.

Suddenly, Teacher Biru arched her back, her hands lashing out to grab my buttocks, her vagina clenching tightly.

"Ah!!!" I couldn't take it anymore, and with a powerful thrust, my hot semen gushed out!

"Ah!"

Teacher Biru cried out, also aroused by the semen. My ejaculation lasted for over ten seconds, and as the last drop of semen spilled out, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru's back...

I kissed Teacher Biru, savoring the fragrance of her hair, while Teacher Biru, immersed in unparalleled pleasure, lay limply on the lectern.

Every time, we made love in such a hurried manner, like a secret affair. But one time was an exception. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival one year. The two female teachers who shared a room with Teacher Biru had gone home to visit their families. I knew this was a perfect opportunity.

That afternoon, I noticed Teacher Biru was wearing her favorite clothes. She must have known I was coming. Actually, I was starting to understand her. She was a mature woman. I thought she wasn't just concerned about me; she had her own needs. A forty-year-old woman who had been away from home for several years, unable to see her husband and children, was bound to feel lonely.

I thought perhaps I was her emotional support.

After dinner, after cleaning up the dishes, Teacher Biru came out of the kitchen like a shy young girl, her cheeks flushed, often looking flustered, a stark contrast to her usual elegance and composure.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips, and we began to be intimate.

It was such a long kiss. I don't even know how I learned to kiss; I just instinctively sucked on her fragrant tongue, greedily drawing it in. After a long while, Teacher Biru pushed me away, took a deep breath, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Not here, I... let's go inside."

I picked her up and rushed into the inner room.

There was a bed there, not big, but enough. Soft blankets were laid out on it—perfect! I placed Teacher Biru on the blankets, gazing at her beautiful face. This was the first time I'd made love to her in bed! And we had so much time. I was so excited. I had to make the most of it, I had to enjoy Teacher Biru's wonderful body!

Teacher Biru closed her eyes, her chest heaving, beads of sweat glistening in the lamplight.

I leaned down and first gently kissed Teacher Biru's lips, then kissed her deeply, while simultaneously reaching down to her chest and unhooking her bra.

Her full breasts were revealed, and my mouth began to slide down, from Teacher Biru's face to her ears, neck, and then to her breasts, finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Teacher Biru let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly.

I suckled and kissed her nipple after nipple, like a nursing mother, while I felt Teacher Biru place her hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. Under my sucking, Teacher Biru's nipples began to harden.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt her body getting warm. I raised my head and whispered in Teacher Biru's ear, "Good teacher, I love you!"

Teacher Biru nodded almost imperceptibly. I knelt on the bed facing her, and she lay there obediently, letting me pull down her panties. I then reached out and parted her legs that were pressed together.

Teacher Biru instinctively resisted for half a second, then followed my hand and spread her legs apart.

In the middle of the cigar-shaped tear in her panties, I saw Teacher Biru's vulva so clearly for the first time. Her pubic hair was thick and black, even covering her labia majora. Her labia minora were shaped like two plump rose petals, parted open due to engorgement, revealing a moist pink center.

Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sensation: was this the thing that drove all men wild? This feeling lasted for a second or two before being replaced by lust.

I leaned down, inhaled deeply the air filled with the scent of her vulva, and took each of Ms. Biru's labia minora into my mouth, sucking on them one by one. Then, I gently pulled the two petals apart with my hands, licking around the slightly parted vaginal opening with my tongue.

Accompanied by Ms. Biru's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the movements of her vagina. After a few minutes, my tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethra, and then sucked Ms. Biru's clitoris into my mouth.

Ms. Biru gasped and held my head in her hands. I held her thighs tightly, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Ms. Biru's moans grew more frequent, and she pressed my head firmly against her vulva with both hands.

After licking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, Ms. Biru suddenly lifted her buttocks, thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, letting out a hissing sound.

This position lasted for about ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was one of complete relaxation and satisfaction.

Ms. Biru lay motionless for a few minutes, then opened her eyes and smiled at me, a smile filled with a shyness I had never seen before.

She asked shyly, "You little rascal, how did you learn that?"

"I...I just really wanted to kiss you there, really! I didn't learn it from anywhere, I swear!"

"Alright, alright, I know. Look at how eager you are, you're such a child!"

Seeing her seemingly both angry and playful expression, I couldn't resist any longer. I took off my clothes, pressed myself against Teacher Biru, parted her labia with one hand, and aimed my penis at her vaginal opening with the other. With a thrust of my hips, the head of my penis, swollen like a ripe plum, slid into Teacher Biru's slippery vagina.

I was back in this familiar place. I wanted to go all the way in, but I decided not to let this encounter with Teacher Biru end too quickly.

I inserted myself inch by inch, each inch feeling like my whole body gradually sliding into Teacher Biru's body. With each thrust, I could feel the warm, tender flesh inside rubbing against my penis—the feeling was simply wonderful.

I felt like I was dreaming; the world around me had turned into a misty void, and the only proof of my existence was the tingling sensation emanating from my penis.

With just a little more left, I suddenly thrust in with all my might, the entire thing going in to the hilt! She groaned softly, saying, "All the way in."

I looked down at where we were joined and said, "Teacher Biru, I'm coming."

Teacher Biru touched my face with her fingers, gently and shyly saying, "You, don't be too hasty, go slower, so the neighbors can't hear, okay?"

I nodded vigorously, then pulled my penis out and thrust it in again, beginning my movements. I slowly pushed forward, the head of my penis gently sliding past the cervix, finally reaching the very back of her vagina.

Teacher Biru let out a long breath as I penetrated her fully, her tense body relaxing. Her hands gently encircled my neck, her whole body pressed tightly against me, her lower body twisting to meet my thrusts. Her narrow vagina contracted and expanded, sucking me in with incredible pleasure.

The intense pleasure gradually made me lose control. Ignoring Teacher Biru's soft moans, I thrust in and out with large, sweeping movements, like a wild beast in heat. I forcefully sucked on Teacher Biru's vagina.

"Ah...gently, Xiaoming...ah...ah..." Teacher Biru couldn't help but moan.

My movements quickened, causing Teacher Biru to gasp repeatedly. With each impact, her body rose and fell like waves, especially her two white mounds of flesh, swaying back and forth, incredibly alluring!

"Ah...ah, Xiaoming...ya...ah...harder, ah..."

Teacher Biru's hair was disheveled, scattered across the bed, highlighting her flushed face and filling me with immense excitement.

This was the noble and beautiful Teacher Biru I always knew! Now she was beneath me, how exciting! I grew more and more excited, my movements becoming increasingly vigorous, the whole bed shaking with each thrust. Teacher Biru's lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, her pubic hair matted together.

In my fervor, I lifted Teacher Biru's legs onto my shoulders, making her vulva even more erect. Holding her legs, I thrust wildly once more! The teacher moaned incessantly!

Finally, the climax arrived. Teacher Biru grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. She cried out as if in a trance, her vagina gripping my glans tightly. I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, a spasm in my lower abdomen, and my semen gushed out like a burst dam, wave after wave, deep into Teacher Biru's vagina.

"Ah..."

I cried out, embracing Teacher Biru's body tightly, letting my semen shoot as much as possible into her uterus!

After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru.

I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, waking to find myself still on top of Teacher Biru, my penis soft but still inside her.

She looked at me lovingly, one arm around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair.

I gently kissed her and said, "Teacher Biru, I love you!" My upper body shifted, and my penis slipped out of her vagina.

"Your fluid leaked out, quickly wipe it off for me," Teacher Biru said.

I grabbed a few tissues from beside me and wiped away the milky white semen slowly flowing from the half of my vaginal opening.

She lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead and scolded, "I told you to be gentle, you're so rough, so naughty..."

Looking at her shy and timid appearance, I couldn't help but hug her tighter and kiss Teacher Biru's lips, and we began to caress each other on the bed...

That night passed quickly. I don't remember how many times I did it, I only know that after doing it, I would fall asleep, wake up, and do it again, as if I never tired.

I released my passion on Teacher Biru's body, while she constantly comforted me, soothing my youthful restlessness.

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/6436.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=6436&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Urban] My Mother, Still Charming Even in Her Middle Ages (Complete) - 16-18

Next Page : [Urban] My Mother, Still Charming Even in Her Middle Ages (Complete) - 28-30

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban] My Mother, Still Charming Even in Her Middle Ages (Complete) - 25-27

comment Open a new window to view comments