Ark after seeing her mother's infidelity

Fang Zhou walked along, looking up at the sky. The sweltering evening sun still hung high, the oppressive heat lingering on his skin. In the distance, the sounds of students playing ping-pong drifted from the playground, accompanied by girls' screams. Fang Zhou knew his mother, Zhou Mei, was either in the office or at the gymnasium; she always played there in the afternoons

when she didn't have classes. The gymnasium was built on a hillside. He walked along a path of gravel shaded by trees, counting the steps as he went—exactly two hundred. The massive gymnasium was deserted, almost no one in sight. As he approached the steps, he saw two shadows between the stone pillars below. He guessed they were kissing. He could hear them making loud smacking sounds—so silly.

The gymnasium was empty and dark; entering from the bright outside, it suddenly felt dark. He had to cross the deserted basketball court to reach the ping-pong room. As he approached, he heard groans and creaks coming from inside, intense and strained, interspersed with heavy, labored breathing.

Peeking through the loosely pried-open window, Fang Zhou was completely stunned. His heart pounded even harder than when he'd run up the mountain, making his chest ache. His legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move. He saw his mother, Zhou Mei, slumped over the ping-pong table, her hair disheveled, a large clump of black hair falling onto the table—a rather frightening sight. Her face was flushed, her cheekbones glistening with oil, and her forehead was soaked with sweat, her hair clinging to the table in strands. Her eyes were half-open, gleaming, and her mouth was slightly parted, murmuring incoherent words.

Behind her was a man, one hand on her shoulder, the other supporting her waist. Zhou Mei's slender waist arched, revealing her plump buttocks. Her red sleeveless sports top had slipped to one side, exposing her rounded, delicate shoulders. Her two full breasts, like mountains, seemed about to break free of their restraints. The back of her top was lifted to her waist, and her white sports shorts had fallen to her ankles. Her snow-white buttocks swayed, welcoming the man's penis as it went in and out.

The man was none other than Da Gang, the physical education teacher. Under his tall frame, Zhou Mei appeared petite and delicate. His sports shorts were only pulled up to his buttocks as he thrust his hips forward and backward. She hooked one arm around Da Gang's neck. Da Gang's shirt was soaked with sweat. His two thick, strong arms were draped over Zhou Mei's shoulders, his head buried in her back, his entire face buried in her thick hair. Fang Zhou had never seen such a sensual and alluring scene. He closed his eyes, almost hearing his own heartbeat and the sound of his blood flowing. To his surprise, his mother, Zhou Mei, showed no resentment at being violated and coerced by the man. Instead, she was overjoyed, raising her plump buttocks high and making moaning sounds. Her eyes were tightly closed as she indulged in the pleasure, as if in paradise.

Her hands rubbed incessantly between the man's legs. The two of them writhed and panted. Zhou Mei's voice was like a cry from an animal, low moans escaping her lips. Her face began to sway from side to side, her beautiful thighs contracting and relaxing. Her white hands moved more and more violently, and her moans became more intense. At this moment, Da Gang spread her plump and white buttocks apart, his movements becoming increasingly violent, and her moans grew louder and more continuous.

Fang Zhou's legs trembled and went weak. His body felt as if his bones had been removed, and he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The entire gymnasium was silent, save for the dim glow of distant lights. A dull, heavy yet transcendent feeling descended, followed by another burst of joyful groans. Fang Zhou, as if waking from a dream, struggled free from the inexplicable attraction and fled like a stray dog.

Fang Zhou's footsteps startled the couple reveling in pleasure. Zhou Mei stood up, pushed Da Gang aside, and ran to the ping-pong room, where she saw her son running out of the gymnasium with his schoolbag on his back.

"Who is it?"

Da Gang followed, watching his lively son run downhill. Zhou Mei suddenly felt a pang of pain, a throbbing ache within her. She pounded Da Gang's chest with her fists, muttering, "It's all your fault, all your fault." Zhou Mei knew she resented him. At the same time, Zhou Mei hated herself; she couldn't allow herself to resent him. She decided to punish herself. She desperately pinched her thighs with her nails. The harder she pinched, the more she endured, and the more she endured, the harder she pinched. The sharp pain in her thigh gave Zhou Mei a strange sense of relief.

That afternoon, Zhou Mei had arranged to meet a colleague to get their hair done. But after her first class, Da Gang arrived at their office and lingered there. Zhou Mei was engrossed in organizing her lesson plans, occasionally glancing at him. He was right across from her, chatting and laughing with a young teacher.

"Teacher Zheng, waiting to coach Teacher Zhou again?" someone said, seeing Da Gang in his shorts, t-shirt, and white sneakers. Lately, Zhou Mei had become obsessed with table tennis, and Da Gang had become her coach.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou doesn't have any classes this afternoon," Da Gang said.

Zhou Mei had to call her colleague and cancel their appointment. Zhou Mei changed into her sportswear, which caught Da Gang's eye. His eyes never left her until they walked towards the gymnasium halfway up the hill.

It was a simple red sleeveless top, but it accentuated Zhou Mei's mature and alluring figure. The well-fitting top couldn't hide her full, firm breasts. Following the alluring curves downwards was a slender waist. White, tight-fitting shorts clung to her firm, bouncy hips, revealing smooth, straight, and long legs. In Da Gang's eyes, it was subtly alluring.

The ping-pong room wasn't crowded; they chose an empty table and began practicing together. Da Gang consistently delivered the ball precisely to Zhou Mei's feet. Zhou Mei, already possessing some basic skills, benefited greatly from Da Gang's guidance, her strokes becoming increasingly skillful. The other couples in the room were drawn in after a while, stopping to watch their performance. Soon, Zhou Mei's face was covered in glistening beads of sweat, a lock of hair fell across her cheek, and her sweatshirt was soaked, clinging tightly to her body. The joy of exercise relaxed Zhou Mei's mind and body. She didn't know, nor did she want to, her posture. Following Da Gang's serve, she freely twisted her waist and hips at the table, letting her twitching nerves sway with the movement. She no longer needed to be modest about her breasts, no longer needed to shyly clench her legs, no longer needed to restrain the fullness of her buttocks. Until it was dark and everyone else had left, Da Gang wanted to turn on the lights, but Zhou Mei stopped him. She frantically waved her racket like a fan.

"It's too late, let's go home," she said, reaching for her purse on a nearby chair. Da Gang didn't respond; their eyes remained fixed on each other. Zhou Mei, too, avoided looking at her young colleague. She hunched over, pretending to pack her purse.

Da Gang stared at her for a long time; her profile was so beautiful, her cheekbones and chin gleaming like porcelain. Zhou Mei looked up and was startled to find Da Gang's gaze fixed on her.

Da Gang suddenly said, "Don't rush off, I want to talk to you." Zhou Mei stopped, frozen in place. Da Gang quietly moved closer. He leaned over Zhou Mei's back.

One hand supported Zhou Mei's elbow, the other pinched the tip of her little finger. He stared at Zhou Mei's left ear, his chin almost touching her cheek. Zhou Mei felt Da Gang's warm, moist breath behind her. A hand reached out and shoved into Zhou Mei's chest through her open collar, the fingers rough and obsequious. Instinctively, Zhou Mei twisted her body to escape, and Da Gang whispered pleadingly in her ear, "I'm suffocating." Zhou Mei shuddered at the words; she knew what he meant.

Da Gang released her and abruptly pulled Zhou Mei into his arms. His arms were neurotic, holding her so tightly, his bulging lower body pressing against Zhou Mei's ample buttocks, his face pressed against the back of her neck.

Zhou Mei was startled, but dared not move, frozen in place, even her breath caught in her throat. But after a moment, her breathing became heavy, gasping for air, each breath accompanied by a thrust of his penis against her soft buttocks. Da Gang's fingers slowly caressed Zhou Mei's body, like rainwater trickling from the eaves on a rainy day, branching out and flowing hesitantly.

When his fingers reached Zhou Mei's chest, she finally realized what was happening. Zhou Mei didn't dare cry out; she pleaded softly, "Don't do this."

He wouldn't listen. Da Gang opened his arms and embraced her. When she leaned against his shoulder again, she smelled a strong scent of sweat. His lips searched for hers, and when he sealed them, he felt her flustered attempt to pull away. He held her tighter, pressing his lips firmly against hers. His chest felt her full breasts, her slightly exposed neckline revealing her half-naked breasts, pressing against his chest, warm and damp.

His equally warm and sweaty chest rubbed against hers, making a sound, a slight, painful pull. His knees felt her struggling lower body, his hands felt her rounded, firm shoulders and long neck, her neck tightening and loosening with each breath. Along her sweaty hair, his nose felt the touch of her braided hair at the back of her head, carrying a rich, fragrant scent, with a cold clip poking his cheek.

Zhou Mei's senses awakened completely. She was released from the urgent kiss and gasped for breath.

Da Gang held her waist, and Zhou Mei hugged his stomach. Da Gang began to move, his hand moving from her waist to her buttocks, caressing them. Zhou Mei's hair was disheveled, her pretty face flushed red, and she breathed heavily, her arms tightly wrapped around Da Gang's neck. At this moment, Da Gang's chest, abdomen, and buttocks were pressed tightly against hers, their hands entwined around each other's backs and necks, their skin so close together that there wasn't a single gap, every pore seemed to touch. Then, Zhou Mei actively welcomed the teasing of his tongue, and tensed up again. In contrast to the tension that had been suppressed before, now all her senses and perceptions were tensely activated, her tongue moving mechanically, thrusting out and out. She was nestled within a fiery body, a fiery body moving energetically in his arms. Even the slightest breath reached his most subtle senses, igniting his desire, which erupted like fire.

Unconsciously, he pulled down Zhou Mei's shorts, his hand slipping inside her panties and darting to her full vulva. She squeezed her legs together, crying out, "No!" Da Gang's other hand ripped off her panties. He pressed down on Zhou Mei from behind, saying, "I can't take it, give it to me, I'm dying of discomfort."

Zhou Mei frantically said, "No, you can't...in here..." These words were ignored by the lust-fueled Da Gang. His hands gripped her waist tightly, then he thrust his hard penis in with a powerful thud, swallowing her completely. Usually, whenever he thrust in, she would open her mouth and let out a cry. But today, Zhou Mei held back. She remained still. Her body stiffened, trying her best not to react.

As Da Gang exerted himself, he said, "You know how alluring you are, you've seduced me to the point of..." His movements became larger, more intense, and sharper. Zhou Mei arched her back, tightened her thighs, and stuck out her plump buttocks, trying to force his penis out.

He covered her, squeezing and thrusting forcefully. Zhou Mei's vaginal fluids had already seeped out, quickly wetting the inside of her thighs. Her body undeniably responded to his desire, and lust slowly rose and burned within her, scorching her delicate skin. The thrilling pleasure seemed to rustle through her nerve endings, making her itch with desire. Her vagina convulsed, just as it tightened around Da Gang's penis, he roared even louder, muttering incoherently, "You want it, you finally want it." Zhou Mei gasped for breath, begging him to be gentler, telling him not to be so loud, that she needed it too. These words completely killed her. Da Gang actually doubled his thrusting, doubling his pleasure for her. Zhou Mei's body seemed to slowly lift off the ground, floating up like a milky mist. Suppressed desire erupted at this moment, ignited, revived. The mixed smells of the ping-pong room filled her air. She leaned forward, anticipating the climax. Zhou Mei arched her back, letting out a scream. At the same time, he suddenly struggled violently, thrusting hard, his entire body slamming against her back, groaning softly. Zhou Mei's body trembled incessantly, like a severely wounded rabbit, almost paralyzed on the ground, her four slender legs shaking, appearing extremely weak and powerless. After a long while, a trickle of milky white semen seeped from her snow-white thigh, dripping onto the ground.

The

young man, Fang Zhou, fled in panic. He almost couldn't believe that his seemingly dignified and virtuous mother had done such a shameful thing with Zheng Da Gang. In the boy's eyes, his mother, Zhou Mei, was a model teacher. Her long, jet-black hair was neatly styled, not a single strand straying, combed back into a bun with meticulous precision. Her attire was always dignified; the collar, sleeves, buttons, and shoes of her shirts all contributed to her solemnity and exemplary teaching style. When lecturing, she spoke fluent, standard Mandarin, without the embellishments often associated with southerners. She never used facial expressions or gestures to aid her speech, delivering her words directly like a broadcaster. Even her gait was disciplined; her steps were even, her body never swaying excessively, her back straight. Her gait, along with the school's buildings, roads, and trees, showed careful planning and thoughtful arrangement.

But now, her image in the boy's mind was completely overturned. Looking back, every movement, every detail, was so vividly clear, so clear in his mind, yet it always felt like a dream. Fang Zhou wandered aimlessly through the streets, still shaken. The night streets were both dazzling and dim, the bright neon lights like colorful eyes, teasing and probing everywhere. He didn't want to go home too soon, to see his mother too soon. He wondered what he should say to her. He had seen his mother Zhou Mei's snow-white thighs, her plump buttocks, even her dewy vulva. He didn't know how he would face her afterward. Exhausted, Fang Zhou rested in front of a fast-food restaurant. He felt hungry and thirsty, but he had no money.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and shame all rushed over him at once. He didn't notice the screech of a taxi's brakes. The taxi had nothing to do with him that night, but the woman who tumbled out of the car, and the all-too-familiar cry of "Son!" seemed to wake him up. Was this woman his mother, Zhou Mei? Zhou Mei wore a white blazer, her bright red shirt with its pointed collar turned outwards, revealing her breasts that seemed about to burst out of the shirt. A short skirt clung tightly to her round, full hips, and flesh-colored stockings made her thighs appear exceptionally smooth. She wore black high heels. This woman, whom he considered perfect, now seemed so wanton and provocative to him.

"Son, come home with Mom." Zhou Mei took her son's hand, but Fang Zhou defiantly shook her off.

Zhou Mei, flustered, said, "Fang Zhou, let's talk about it at home, okay?"

Fang Zhou reluctantly walked ahead alone, and Zhou Mei jogged after him, calling out, "Fang Zhou, are you hungry? Let's eat together, I'm hungry too."

Zhou Mei stepped forward and grabbed his arm. "Mom's taking you to eat barbecue?" Hunger caused Fang Zhou's will to crumble, and he followed his mother into the nearby barbecue restaurant.

Stepping inside, it was bustling with activity. Couples and families were noisily enjoying barbecue.

Waiters greeted them warmly, and Zhou Mei said, "Find us a quiet place." Fang Zhou followed behind them, finding Zhou Mei's swaying hips and twisting waist alluring and seductive, even the tone of her voice when speaking to the waiters was clearly meant to seduce men. Reaching a seat by the window, Zhou Mei glanced at her son's still sulking face, forcing a smile. Fang Zhou glared at her, avoiding her alluring face.

"Fang Zhou, Mom wants to talk to you calmly," Zhou Mei said, trying to soften her voice to hide her unease. But to Fang Zhou, it sounded like she was deliberately feigning innocence and childishness.

“You saw what happened this afternoon. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have done something so immoral,” Zhou Mei continued. “I’m sorry to your father, and to you. But I’m not a bad woman. I’m a woman with flesh and blood and feelings. You need to know that women need men’s care and love.” Fang Zhou thought to himself: How dare she say that? She’s clearly lewd, yet she puts on so many principles. She must be a literature teacher. At that moment, Zhou Mei’s image was completely reversed in the boy’s mind. Even the pinkish-white skin of her shoulders and neck exposed from the wide collar of her shirt, and the faint outline of her delicate white cleavage, seemed so wanton and shameless to him.

“Fang Zhou, can you forgive your mother?”

she said, her voice filled with resentment and helplessness, looking pitiful. Fang Zhou ignored her. He left his seat and soon brought over plates of American fatty beef, eggs, tuna, green onions, and so on. He noticed that Zhou Mei had taken off her blazer, revealing a thin, sheer silk shirt underneath that showed off her smooth, delicate skin. His heart skipped a beat, his breathing became heavy, his cheeks flushed, his throat burned, and his engorged penis pressed hard against his pants.

Zhou Mei turned her head and asked in surprise, "Why aren't you coming over?"

Fang Zhou was at a loss, still regretting his impulsive actions even as he sat opposite his mother. He knew he shouldn't have had such wicked thoughts about his mother, even though she was an adulterer.

Zhou Mei placed some cooked meat on Fang Zhou's plate. Fang Zhou chewed on the fragrant slices of meat, thinking to himself, "Don't think you can curry favor with me like this." "Fang Zhou, say something," Zhou Mei said, secretly pleased with her mother's timid demeanor.

He swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "How can you do this to your father and me?" "Fangzhou, your father absolutely cannot know about this," Zhou Mei pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Fangzhou asked again, "When did you two start this?"

Zhou Mei lowered her head, unsure how to explain it to her son. All along, whether at school or at home, Zhou Mei had been virtuous, dignified, quiet, and elegant—a model teacher. At home, she had a loving husband and a handsome, sunny son. Her husband, Fang Wenfeng, and she had been in love since university; their union was a celebrated story at the teachers' college. After their marriage, Fang Wenfeng went into politics and is now a section chief. Before they knew it, their son, Fang Zhou, had grown up. He inherited the best qualities of his parents, tall and strong like his father. Zheng Dagang had been urging Zhou Mei to allow him to play basketball, but Zhou Mei refused, because she didn't want her son to become a physically strong but intellectually challenged athlete. Fang Zhou was also a promising student, consistently ranking among the top in his grade, and possessing lively eyes and delicate features. His only drawback was his quiet nature and limited communication skills. Fang Wenfeng and Zhou Mei didn't seem to mind; many only children these days are spoiled and have this tendency.

Zhou Mei, a Chinese literature major, appeared quiet on the surface, but was actually a passionate, ambitious, and imaginative woman. Her happy and fulfilling life gradually began to breed boredom. At first, she felt only boredom, but over time it seemed to turn into laziness. She felt like fermented dough, collapsing limply and listlessly. She didn't know what had gone wrong, but she was certain it wasn't. She didn't lack sexual desire with age; on the contrary, she thought she was overly sexual, which often embarrassed her. To be fair, Wenfeng might be remarkable. He might be even more outstanding as a husband and father, but sexually, he was like a reckless student. Whenever he panted and basked in pleasure on her, she found herself getting used to feigning intense desire.

Zheng Dagang, fresh out of sports academy, met Zhou Mei on his first day reporting to the high school. She was walking down the corridor, wearing a coffee-colored mud coat that reached just to her knees, hugging her curvaceous and sexy figure; a belt tightly cinched her slender waist, further emphasizing her high, full breasts and graceful hip curves; a pale white turtleneck sweater peeked out from under the turned-down collar, making her delicate face appear even more like white jade; and a pair of dark brown suede boots added to her vibrant energy. She walked steadily past him, her smile enigmatic, her eyes and brows instantly exuding the allure of a mature woman.

In just one glance, Dagang froze, his neck seemingly unable to turn, staring dumbfounded at the elegant and beautiful woman before him, utterly unable to believe his eyes.

The way this woman walked was so unique. Her slender, graceful waist seemed more flexible than most people's. She didn't deliberately sway, but with each step, her round, full hips swayed gently, causing every part of her body to move rhythmically, giving a soft, alluring feeling, as if she were dancing gracefully, yet so natural, completely without any coquettishness. It made men's imaginations run wild while maintaining an air of elegance. Only after Zhou Mei's figure disappeared down the corridor did Da Gang remain there, gazing at her with a dazed, infatuated look. No.

1 Middle School was a key high school in the city, and its teachers, students, and staff were all outstanding individuals, Da Gang being no exception. Besides his tall, imposing physique, he had regular features and a dignified appearance: thick eyebrows, dark brown skin, a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, sensual, full lips, and clean, even teeth; his eyes were beautiful, with clear black and white pupils when open. Large ears, an elegant neck, thick short hair, a broad, muscular chest, a well-proportioned waist and hips, and strong, powerful thighs. Although a recent graduate, his years of travel and experience had given him a unique perspective on beauty. In his view, true beauty must first withstand the ravages of time; secondly, it must be innate, perfectly integrated with a refined temperament; every word and action must be natural, without any affectation; and most importantly, every smile and cry must reveal her beauty, never revealing any ugliness—this is the epitome of beauty.

He believed he had found his perfect goddess. He kept a close eye on Zhou Mei, secretly watching her teach.

When she appeared on the podium, she was undeniably beautiful and poised. To her students, she was a model teacher—elegant, composed, beautiful, and exuding an air of nobility. Her lectures were remarkably calm and serene; her captivating descriptions quickly drew listeners into her world. After finishing, she would silently smile at her audience. Between sentences, she would offer reminders, such as, "This is the key point," or "Pay attention and concentrate." Her words carried a quiet earnestness that was touching and reassuring, captivating Zheng Dagang. Zhou Mei's image grew ever clearer in his mind—charming and beautiful, graceful as a willow, omnipresent and omnipotent as the wind. Zhou Mei's face was stubbornly etched into Zheng Dagang's memory, like a scar that could not be erased. Zhou

Mei was the homeroom teacher of the graduating class, while Dagang was a physical education teacher for the second year of high school. They didn't speak until two months later. Taking advantage of another cleaning duty day, Dagang once again patrolled Zhou Mei's class until she came out after class. Zhou Mei's outfit today was quite special. Her loose, wavy hair was parted naturally and elegantly to the side, and a sky-blue scarf was wrapped around her snow-white neck and hung down to her chest. A black velvet dress tightly hugged her full, firm breasts and round, pert buttocks, while a matching tight-fitting leather jacket softened her femininity while enhancing her unique charm as a mature woman. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings and black ankle boots, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin, making her look even more sexy and alluring.

She walked past Da Gang without looking at him, who was staring at her hopelessly. Suddenly, she turned around and met his eyes. Da Gang was momentarily taken aback, but simply smiled slightly, as if it were quite natural.

Zhou Mei paused, then smiled as well. Her face was bathed in a halo of ethereal light under the sunlight, her pink lipstick making her full lips appear even more luscious. Her outfit, far from being overly seductive, accentuated her delicate features, making her look incredibly alluring, fresh, and elegant. He was captivated by Zhou Mei's face. Da Gang calmed himself, not hiding his delight, and gently greeted her, "Hi." She slowly approached. Da Gang felt a little dizzy, as if floating on clouds, but Zhou Mei had truly come.

A radiant smile bloomed on Da Gang's face. This smile, which on a woman would be described as radiant as a peach blossom, was simply unique on a man. It seemed to erase all awkwardness and taboo, as if they were already familiar with each other, and a hint of affection had subtly crept in. "You're new here, right?" Zhou Mei asked in a low, smooth voice. Da Gang responded with a soft "Mmm.

" "You also teach Chinese? Do you like my class?" Zhou Mei asked casually. He said, "I teach PE, and I'm on duty today." He then showed her the red armband on his arm. She smiled. Her voice, like her eyes, always seemed to drift far away, somewhat absent-minded, yet always captivating. "Your class is really good. I've been wondering how you manage to engage your students," Da Gang said quickly, trying to come up with a solution. She, however, scrutinized him intently, a professional examination devoid of warmth or lewdness. Da Gang, ever the smooth talker, said, "I inspected all the classes and found yours to be the quietest and most orderly. I thought it was that old, stern teacher, but it turns out to be such a young and beautiful woman." "You flatter me," Zhou Mei replied with a charming smile. "Young and beautiful? I've been teaching for almost twenty years," Zhou Mei said coquettishly. Her shy demeanor made Da Gang's heart flutter again, making him a little flustered, but he still said seriously, "You really can't tell. No wonder you teach so well." He then smiled almost imperceptibly, feeling inexplicably pleased by the admiring gaze of this stranger.

They walked side by side, and Zhou Mei could tell at a glance that he had just graduated from school. Standing and walking, he had the air of a naive, clueless young man fresh out of school. However, a student is a student, but he was handsome nonetheless; standing and walking, he was different—sunny and dashing. She couldn't help but want to talk to him, becoming like a vulgar little sparrow. By the time they walked from the teaching building to the playground, they were already quite familiar with each other. Zhou Mei promised to try her best to participate in physical exercise and also promised to share her teaching experience with him.

3.

No one lives in a vacuum; where there are men and women, there is love. Even if you are already married with children, love is like a colorful butterfly, quietly flying in. There is no sound, no wind. Only your chest can feel its wings, fluttering for a while, then fluttering again. Zheng Dagang had practically become attached to Zhou Mei, like a humble and eager student, always asking her many questions to curry favor. Of course, he hoped to be friends with her even more. Out of respect for her young colleague, Zhou Mei responded politely.

A woman like Zhou Mei was perfectly aware of young Dagang's intentions. They spent every day together at school, and even after returning home, they would talk on the phone or text each other. The content varied in length, covering everyday matters, but they were both cautious about sensitive words. Therefore, for a long time, their interactions were formal and insincere. Zhou Mei knew perfectly well that she was aware of every move Da Gang made, like a playful sparrow perched on a branch. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, but rather that she had reservations. Their relationship had reached a point of unspoken understanding, not the kind between siblings, but the kind between a man and a woman—a fatal, unspeakable kind. Zhou Mei felt a crackling sound inside her; she seemed to be impatiently trying to grasp something. In short, her attire became increasingly provocative, quite different from her usual self.

Da Gang coaxed and tricked Zhou Mei into spending some time exercising every day. Zhou Mei had practiced table tennis at a sports school when she was young, so she readily agreed. When they arrived at the table tennis room in the gymnasium, some colleagues had already been playing and sweating for a while. After much persuasion, she gave up a table. Da Gang said, "Shall I give you a few points?" "Who asked you to give me a few points?" Zhou Mei replied, with the coquettishness of a close friend. The table tennis ball bounced rapidly back and forth on the table. "Eat the spin ball," Zhou Mei chanted as she sliced the ball. "You take my left spin, you take my right spin—I'm going to smash it!" She took a step to the side and smashed the ball, which bounced off his side of the table and flew to the ground. Her colleagues watching burst into laughter. "You're really no match for me," Zhou Mei said to Da Gang, who was standing on the other side of the table. "You're so bad at this, and you still want me to let you win?" "What are you bragging about! Hurry up and serve," Da Gang said, throwing the ball over.

"You're really asking for trouble. Well then, I won't hold back." Zhou Mei's hair was wet, with a strand sticking to her forehead. Da Gang fanned himself with his racket and said, "If you're going to say that, then I won't go easy on you either." Sure enough, this time Da Gang showed no mercy and utterly defeated Zhou Mei. Zhou Mei was convinced and humbly asked him for advice. He then proudly became her coach. The next day, he prepared a good racket for her and even went to a specialty store to pick out sportswear for her. He excitedly told her, "Come to my dorm after class this afternoon, I have a surprise for you." Zhou Mei wanted him to tell her first, but he refused. Da Gang was from out of town and lived in the gymnasium, also managing some of the exercise equipment. After lunch, Zhou Mei went up the mountain. The path was lined with rows of tall trees, growing denser and more lush as she went up; a gust of wind blew, and the leaves all fluttered, creating silvery-green waves on the treetops. A vast expanse, rippling like the sea, the rustling of the leaves drifting away.

Zhou Mei entered the gymnasium. A door to a room below the stands was ajar. She knocked lightly a few times, but no one answered. The door opened a crack. Zhou Mei didn't take another step. She stood in the doorway, as if this didn't count as trespassing. She glanced around the room; opposite her was a plastic-covered wardrobe that you could buy at any cheap furniture market. A computer sat on the right corner of a table, along with some other stationery. The tabletop was sparse and uncluttered. The window was open, and the room had no particular smell, perhaps because the window was always open. The room was stuffy and hot, the fan blowing weakly. Beneath a huge sports poster was a single mattress.

Da Gang lay shirtless on the bed. She looked at his body, admiring his physique. His shoulders were as strong as an ox, covered in well-developed muscles. His hair was thick and his features prominent. His waist was slender yet powerful, without an ounce of excess fat. His firm buttocks supported his torso and abdomen, and what captivated her most was his firm, well-defined backside. Zhou Mei considered leaving and knocking again to wake him. Her mind was filled with Da Gang's naked body. He had an alluring backside, a backside that could seduce any woman, making her want to insert something into his tight cleft. His backside was incredibly challenging, and it aroused her lewd fantasies, filling her with hope.

Zhou Mei was drenched in sweat, but she didn't move. Through the wide legs of his baggy shorts, she peeked at the man's penis. It lay crookedly to one side, lifeless and dull, yet beautiful. She desperately wanted to touch it, to feel it, to see what would happen if she did. Slowly, carefully, with immense fear and caution, Zhou Mei reached out a hand and began to gently stroke it. Da Gang was still fast asleep, but his penis began to tremble. She stroked it again. The glans, covered by the foreskin, peeked out from beneath the wrinkles of the skin.

In a state of extreme ecstasy, she stroked the spine of the emerging glans once more. Da Gang's penis continued to throb and swell, and as it grew thicker and longer, she calmly imagined and watched it.

When it became hard and erect, she gripped it firmly along its shaft and guided its head into her mouth.

A captivating and excited look appeared on her face; she was completely intoxicated. It was a beautiful penis, large and thick, just like Da Gang's body—hard, erect, and full of masculine wildness. Zhou Mei almost knelt down reverently, taking the glans of his penis into her mouth, slowly closing her hot lips, and beginning to suckle. As she began to lick it, she struggled to maintain her balance, striving to use her tongue more skillfully. Da Gang was still fast asleep, his breathing steady. She carefully avoided touching other parts of his body; it was very clear that she held his penis in her hand and sucked on its glans, so completely absorbed in the pleasure of his penis.

Da Gang suddenly turned around, disturbing Zhou Mei's erotic dream. Zhou Mei woke up abruptly, feeling as if she had just woken from a deep dream. Upon waking, Zhou Mei felt boundless shame and distress; she couldn't understand what she had just dreamt about. Immersed in her fantasy, her face flushed red, she wished the ground would crack open and swallow her. Da Gang seemed oblivious. He asked Zhou Mei how long she had been inside, and awkwardly looked at his shorts, where a bulge, like a mountain, was visible.

Zhou Mei felt a little dizzy, but quickly calmed herself down. She asked Da Gang what surprise he had brought her with his mysterious and pretentious act. Da Gang took out the jersey and racket he had prepared for her. "I was just joking, you took it so seriously," Zhou Mei said casually as she took the items. Da Gang was somewhat disappointed to see that Zhou Mei didn't show the joy he had expected after receiving them.

"But thank you anyway," Zhou Mei said, her hands behind her back on the table, her eyes, gleaming with a cunning intelligence, seeming to speak volumes. Da Gang found a t-shirt and put it on. He said, "Don't you want to try on some sportswear?" "It's right here," Zhou Mei asked. He smiled and said, "I'll just go out." "You're not allowed to peek?" Zhou Mei tilted her head and said. From the perspective of an innocent young girl, this was one thing, but from the mouth of a mature and alluring woman, it sounded like a deliberate provocation, making him even more lustful. Da Gang left the door ajar, leaving a crack. If Zhou Mei closed the door tightly, he wouldn't get anything. However, noticing the crack, Zhou Mei still took off her clothes piece by piece, gradually revealing her graceful and mature body. Outside the door, Da Gang was burning with desire. He struggled internally for a long time, but ultimately reason couldn't overcome desire. He quietly peeked through the crack in the door. Although a voice inside him was still reminding him not to do such a thing, facing this beauty he had long admired, his body had already lost control of his mind.

Da Gang's mind went blank. She wasn't facing him directly, but her back was enough to excite him. Her skin, as white and smooth as silk, flushed slightly in the light filtering in. Below her slender, shapely legs, her waist without an ounce of fat, and her rounded hips and elegant back together created a perfect curve. She wore only a small pair of panties, with two small dimples at her waist and hips, as alluring as the dimples on her face. She shook open her light red sleeveless sports top, revealing her hemispherical breasts, which trembled merrily within a black lace bra. She pulled it over her body, then tugged at it again. Her two firm, white breasts were pressed together, creating a deep cleavage from the oval opening in the middle. The white mounds of flesh bulged and looked incredibly sensual beneath the clothes. Da Gang felt thirsty. He ran to the nearest water tap and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water, hoping to quench his thirst, but to no avail. He felt an absurd urge to touch himself, right here, in this gymnasium corridor, just to release the burning desire within him, this hateful, painful lust. It had haunted him ever since he met her.

Zhou Mei turned around; her thin panties were so light and sheer that, although the lace fabric concealed her mons pubis, the intense visual stimulation was enough to make him itch and swallow hard. He could vaguely see the dark, glossy pubic hair between her legs, spreading out orderly, as if it existed specifically to complement the curves of her perfect body. Da Gang struggled to suppress his overwhelming joy, continuing to peek without blinking. His gaze lingered on her long, slender legs, their graceful lines a dazzling dream in his eyes. She lifted one leg, her toes tracing a semi-circle as she slipped into one of her trouser legs. Her other leg supported her body, making her buttocks excessively prominent, their already deformed shape swaying seductively. He desperately wanted to shove them in.

The white shorts seemed a bit too tight; she pulled them up to her buttocks and stopped, struggling to slip them on. The sweatpants were too short and too narrow, digging too tightly into her thighs, making her mound of Venus excessively prominent.

A burning desire rose within him, searing his skin. Sweat beaded on his brow, stinging hotly. The air was hot and heavy, filled with desire, and his penis, tightly encased in his trousers, stood erect with excitement. Even when Zhou Mei came to open the door, he remained bent over, leaning against the wall. A barely perceptible smile flashed in Zhou Mei's eyes. She patted his shoulder, "Does your stomach hurt?" Da Gang turned around sheepishly, then suddenly, like a madman, opened his arms and embraced her. Zhou Mei cried out "Ouch!" and struggled to get away in a panic. Da Gang held her tightly, his lips crawling like wet leeches on her delicate face, searching for her lips. He found her lips and almost fiercely bit down. She stopped struggling.

He stretched out his tongue and licked her full lips, groping to probe inside her mouth. It was moist, with a faint, cool taste. He gently tapped her white teeth with his tongue, slowly opening them, inserting his tongue as if searching for something. After a while, he slowly withdrew his tongue. Zhou Mei felt a surge of heat, a rush of adrenaline, and her mind went blank. Her body twisted and turned, as if swaying to the rhythm of his tongue's movements. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth wide, wanting his tongue. She bit it, swallowing it into her warm, moist mouth. He felt extremely pleasurable, opening his mouth even wider, his tongue stiffening, thrusting straight into her mouth, stirring wildly. He stroked her chin, his hands slipping inside her collar, past her bra, touching her full, round breasts. He pressed his fingers against those sensual, alluring, plump breasts, his index finger and thumb squeezing the hard, erect nipples, which pressed firmly against her silk bra. He continued to tease and entwine them, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous. She felt a surge of heat rush to her lower abdomen, desire spreading throughout her body, and she felt her most sensitive spot swelling rapidly.

Da Gang's tongue stirred wantonly, a surging tide coursing through her body, the burning desire making his penis swell and hard. He thrust his hands forcefully behind Zhou Mei's shorts, kneading her firm, full buttocks. Slowly, he lifted her up, turned her around, and released her lips, placing her on the soft single bed. Zhou Mei, stiff and numb, allowed him to manipulate her, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying boundless pleasure. Da Gang frantically groped her body, while she reached into his shirt, caressing his smooth, glossy chest, the smoothness and softness of his skin a delightful sensation. Zhou Mei's shorts fell to the floor, her underwear flew onto the sofa, and stripped naked from the waist down, she showed no shame, instead spreading her legs. Zhou Mei's full mons pubis was exposed before him, pleasing Da Gang with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Thick pubic hair curled over her fleshy labia, a slightly parted cleavage revealing pink petals, glistening with moisture.

She found herself staring brazenly at her lower body. A woman's secret garden conceals many unspoken desires, and her hands instinctively covered herself. He grasped Zhou Mei's wrists, gently but firmly moving them apart. Zhou Mei blushed, her body twisting unnaturally. He gently stroked it with his long, thick fingers. His fingers entwined around a tuft of her pubic hair, his fingertips teasing her moist labia.

Zhou Mei was stunned, forgetting to push his hands away. Under his caresses, she let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body suddenly going limp, as if falling into an abyss.

4.

At this moment, before Zhou Mei stood a naked male body, a chest as strong and imposing as steel. His thighs were so prominent and firm, the muscles quickly contracting and concealing themselves behind him.

She looked down from the bed, her eyes fixed on his legs, where thick, sparse hairs grew in dark black against his honey-colored skin. He swooped down like a roc spreading its wings, his jagged bones almost bursting through his white, rough skin. Da Gang roughly pressed his body down heavily, and Zhou Mei's soft body seemed to meet him.

She touched his warm, rough, heavy body, as heavy as a sack.

Da Gang slowly entered her body, his penis as large and powerful as his body. As he squeezed her, Zhou Mei felt her primal instincts erupt like a volcano. With each powerful downward thrust, her bones moved against her snow-white skin. He transmitted a surge of burning light and heat to her; she felt nothing but a red-hot iron embedded inside her, stirring restlessly. The fiery iron mingled with the gushing fluids, creating a cloud of steam, and even the physical pain became an unspeakable release and pleasure. Zhou Mei struggled to spread her legs; she was now completely under this man's control. She felt that this man was someone who could bring her pleasure; he was a born expert at pleasing women. Zhou Mei was excited by this wondrous feeling, different from anything she had experienced before. She had discovered a new world, a world that brought her unprecedented joy. She felt as if she were standing on a new continent, slowly entering a wonderful world under Da Gang's guidance.

Gradually, Zhou Mei suddenly relaxed, her panting subsided, her breathing even, matching the rhythm of his movements. But once he stopped, the burning sensation disappeared, and a void returned to her body, an indescribable anticipation, a longing for him to thrust again. Once he started thrusting, even her heart and lungs felt like they were on fire, she almost wanted to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames burning within her. Da Gang, his mouth wide open, breathed heavily, thrusting into her slowly or forcefully, biting her nipples, squeezing her soft breasts, each movement so perfectly timed, until he was utterly exhausted.

Da Gang's fierce and precise movements overwhelmed and suffocated Zhou Mei; their bodies moved on their own, their movements so perfectly synchronized. Each of his rises and falls was so effortless and steady, without the slightest mishap, as if this was where he was meant to be, while she, lying below, arched her back and spread her hips, waiting anxiously. Only when he penetrated her deeply did she feel at ease, the heavy burden giving her a kind of oppressive pleasure. All their movements seemed intertwined, inseparable, intimately connected, perfectly synchronized. He rolled and tumbled over her, her breasts offering him loving friction, relieving the hunger of his skin and soul. His entire weight, rolling and churning, was like a caress to her. She was clearly exhausted by him, her back almost too heavy to straighten, her raised legs trembling, yet the maddening movements never ceased.

Zhou Mei rolled over, stretched out her arms, and straddled him. Her wet mons pubis was positioned to guide his erect penis. She looked at his face, and he stared at her crotch in disbelief. She moved her plump buttocks to engulf his large glans, her hands still squeezing his penis, her fingers touching his pubic hair, circling it incessantly. She touched his scrotum, kneading it, not letting go even after he was inside. Finally, she released her hands, allowing him complete freedom to enter. He thrust deep inside her, and she leaned back, her head thrusting forward, feeling as if she were melting. His hands, however, gripped her like vises, preventing her from falling. Zhou Mei seemed to be controlled and manipulated by a vast, invisible will, her body pressed down and tossed up repeatedly, endlessly repeating, each thrust more intense than the last, leaving him breathless. An unprecedented experience surged from the depths of her soul, a blissful pleasure rippling like waves on a calm lake.

He opened his mouth, letting out a joyful shout, tinged with an uncontrollable moan. Zhou Mei moved against him, becoming increasingly rough and faster, his body reacting passively, shuddering repeatedly. His fingers dug deep into her flesh. Zhou Mei screamed, freeing one hand to slap his thigh, like riding a horse. Da Gang called out hoarsely, slightly raising his body. Zhou Mei noticed his reaction and pressed herself down on him even harder, filled with triumph. She had never tasted the victory of conquering a man before, winning his heart by possessing his body. She was past that stage of life, but here, time stood still.

Zhou Mei felt incredibly happy; her muscles were taut, and the throbbing in her lower abdomen foreshadowed her extreme satisfaction. She awaited his final ejaculation to bring her to climax. Da Gang did not disappoint her. As she waited to reach her climax, his right hand moved from her waist to her right breast, squeezing it tightly, almost unbearably. Then he bent his fingers and pinched hard in her cleavage, leaving five red nail marks on her fair skin. At the same time, he thrust his penis into her, her vaginal walls contracting, the intense spasms of her sexual desire stimulating his orgasm, so much so that he ejaculated within seconds of her climax.

Zhou Mei lay limp on top of him, only recovering after a while. She felt like a different person, a feeling of rebirth. Looking at the man beside her, she knew he had conquered her. Oh!

He was truly wonderful. Although deep down she didn't want to be conquered by a man, didn't like the domineering control of one man over her, and didn't want her life disrupted, she felt she couldn't live without him from now on. She had fallen into this strange and wonderful game, unable to resist his devilish charm, which brought her immense pleasure.

That day, Zhou Mei left school early, unable to wait for her son Fang Zhou to get out, and rushed home. Now, the impossible had happened, and she was completely flustered. There was definitely no one home at this time. She needed to sort out the situation first. Even if it was a crime, she needed to understand it herself. Even if she had made a mistake, she wanted to know where she went wrong and how much this mistake would change her and her family's future life. Da Gang's semen was still fresh inside her. She just wanted to take a shower and thoroughly clean away the traces of their affair. Along the way, she felt that everything around her, even a familiar old leaf, had a strange new face, as if reminding her that life was constantly giving birth to beautiful things. When she got home, the first thing she did was look in the mirror, and the image in the mirror astonished her.

She had never considered herself a stunning beauty, only that she was pretty and had an outstanding temperament. But now, the woman in the mirror had fuller, redder lips, larger, sparkling eyes, and higher cheekbones.

Her hair was thick and had a healthy sheen. This excitement, this indulgence, had given her a special influence.

She was more beautiful. She had reshaped herself. This filled her with joy, yet also a little fear.

She returned to the sofa in the living room, closed her eyes, and leaned her head against the back of the sofa. The power of her heightened sexual desire had surprised even herself; she thought it was all because of Zheng Dagang—how intense her reaction had been! At that moment, Zheng Dagang's smile immediately flashed into her mind. His smile had a warm, comforting quality; perhaps her initial attraction stemmed from that smile. Zhou Mei still couldn't believe it had happened—she had actually slept with a young colleague, even though her lips, cheeks, neck, and hands were all reminding her of his embraces and kisses. She still found it all unbelievable. Since her awakening to romantic feelings, she hadn't experienced anything other than Fang Wenfeng's embrace. Sometimes, she could tell from the gaze of men that her husband wasn't the only one willing to sleep with her. But she had never thought about it too much. She felt that the men who stared at her so intently were also staring at other women with lust, so she didn't feel any particular danger. Besides, she felt that the force surrounding her that rejected men other than her husband wasn't within her, but rather in the air above her. She thought perhaps this was forbidden by fate, so she didn't think about it much. She thought about how she had already cheated on her husband with a young man, how she had fallen for another man—would this hinder her husband, her son, and the family they formed? Her answer was no. If she couldn't, why not open the floodgates of her feelings and let her emotions be comforted and her desires be satisfied?

Fang Wenfeng always used his key to open the door when he got home, but today, as soon as he took out his key and inserted it into the lock, the door opened, only to find Zhou Mei smilingly greeting him. He habitually placed his bag in front of the refrigerator and noticed Zhou Mei was wearing a pink nightgown with a low, round neckline, revealing her fair neck. He said, "Woman, I'm starving." "It'll be ready soon," Zhou Mei said, turning to go to the kitchen. Wenfeng saw her supple waist swaying like the wind, her full hips twisting with irresistible allure, and his heart warmed. He followed her into the kitchen, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently kissed her lips. Turning back to look at the food Zhou Mei had prepared, his appetite surged, and he reached for a piece of meat, popping it into his mouth. "Go change your clothes, we'll eat as soon as Fang Zhou gets back," Zhou Mei said. Fang Wenfeng looked at her with a smile; he was certain Zhou Mei wasn't wearing anything under her nightgown. Through the white floral cotton fabric, he could see her nipples protruding. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and pulled Zhou Mei back into his arms. He kissed her exposed skin passionately, thinking, "This is a real woman. She's prepared a delicious meal for you, standing at the table in sexy clothes, waiting for you."

He sucked on the cool saliva in her mouth, his hands reaching behind her back to lift her nightgown. His hands immediately became like two runaway horses, galloping across Zhou Mei's smooth, undulating buttocks. He gripped her firm buttocks until she moaned.

When his hand slipped inside her panties, Zhou Mei was startled. Even though she had showered, she didn't know what Wen Feng could find out from that bulging mons pubis. She removed his hand, forcing a smile: "We're an old married couple, and you're still so lustful." Wen Feng reluctantly withdrew his hand, then laughed at himself: not all men are like him. When Fang Zhou returned, Zhou Mei pointed to the food on the table, telling him to wash his hands and eat it while it was hot. Fang Zhou took a deep breath, then said, "There's a peculiar smell in this house." Zhou Mei, sitting at the table, felt a jolt, wondering if her son had smelled something. Wen Feng asked, "The smell of braised pork?" "It's a woman's smell," Fang Zhou said playfully. Wen Feng asked again, "What's a woman's smell?" "It's the smell that makes a man feel happy and content when he smells it in the home," Fang Zhou continued, leaning on the back of his chair. "The aroma of the food, the clean smell of the sheets, the faint scent of cosmetics... I can't quite describe it, it's very complex." "If you can't describe it, then let's eat," Wen Feng said, putting down his chopsticks and urging him on.

"Alright, alright, don't waste time," Zhou Mei said, and Fang Zhou sat down at the table without washing his hands. Zhou Mei watched her son chew, his expression like that of an easily satisfied big child. His bare arms bulged with the movement of his chopsticks. She looked at the back of his neck; his hairline was neatly trimmed. His neck occasionally brushed against the clean collar of his shirt, and sometimes separated when he lowered his head, always giving a clean and refreshing impression. He was a neat boy. "Mom, after class we played ball with Teacher Zheng, and he asked about you!" Hearing her son say this, Zhou Mei felt a pang of guilt. She glanced at Wen Feng; he had finished eating and was picking his toothpick and watching TV on the sofa. Zhou Mei asked, "What did he ask?" "He asked about our family, about Dad, Mom, and Teacher Zheng just arrived. How come you're so familiar with him?" Zhou Mei blushed and quickly said, "Not really, Mom learned to play ping-pong from him." "Teacher Zheng is good at basketball too," Fang Zhou praised, extending his left hand towards Zhou Mei, making a shooting motion, and then pulling it back. Zhou Mei thought, his hands are big, his fingers are long, but his hands are very soft.

"He also asked how your relationship with your father is?" Fang Zhou continued. Zhou Mei glanced at the living room in surprise, and seeing that Wen Feng hadn't noticed their conversation, she said, "Don't tell him anything." But a sudden panic gripped her heart. Fang Zhou nodded as if he understood, and as he left the dining table, he suddenly whispered in Zhou Mei's ear, "Many girls in my class like him." Zhou Mei slapped him lightly and said, "What does that have to do with me?" But her heart was filled with a sweet, honey-like warmth. Even as she washed the dishes in the kitchen, a smile lingered on her face, and she hummed a popular love song.

Chapter

2.1.

Fang Zhou followed his mother, Zhou Mei, home. The first thing he did upon arriving home was to lock himself in his room. He didn't turn on the lights; only the shadows of nearby high-rise buildings shone through the window. He lay down on the iron bed with his hands behind his head. The blankets and sheets were still neatly folded, and his clothes, starched stiff, hung on the back of the chair. Fang Zhou had always been a bit of a germaphobe, influenced by Zhou Mei since childhood. But now, the tidiness of his small room made him uncomfortable. His hair was damp, and his cuffs were covered in mud and grime, smeared from the walls of the school gymnasium. He really didn't want to lie on the iron bed like this, disheveled and dirty, but he was too tired, his mind numb, all thoughts gone.

He tried to recall what had happened that afternoon. His mind was in turmoil, and he had to piece together many things slowly. The neon lights of the tall building across the street flashed into the room like lightning through the window, casting a faint bluish glow on his pale back. Suddenly, his gaze fell on Zhou Mei's underwear on the clothes rack on the balcony outside the window. He didn't know when it had started, but Zhou Mei's underwear had become sexy and lewd. Her bra was thin and soft, almost transparent, decorated with delicate lace trim; while her panties were practically a narrow piece of cloth, barely covering her full mons pubis. Fang Zhou imagined what his mother would look like wearing those things, but couldn't find a specific image in his mind. However, he knew that Zhou Mei had a plump, round buttocks, high up, allowing Da Gang to thrust into her from behind. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil, his penis erect. Without thinking further, he pulled down his shorts and gripped his penis tightly, stroking it up and down.

A breeze blew past his fingers, and the red transparent underwear hanging on the clothes rack swayed in the wind. Something seemed to stimulate Fang Zhou's mind, making him feel numb. He could no longer control his body. He knew he was about to ejaculate. Just before his climax, more things erupted, a burning sensation deep in his spine, growing hotter and hotter. Before, he could barely breathe, but now he was panting heavily. He quickened his masturbation, gripping his penis tightly. His penis grew even thicker with excitement, and he felt a sense of detachment, as if his soul were soaring through the air. He wanted to ejaculate, to ejaculate, but his intense excitement didn't immediately reach its peak; in fact, it seemed he could continue. The feeling was fucking amazing! So much so that he could barely bear it.

As he ejaculated, he babbled incoherently, but his mind was filled with images of his mother, Zhou Mei's, alluring and smooth lower body.

Before the first thick stream of semen gushed from his penis, he felt a large amount of fluid flowing from the glans. He also felt an unbearable pressure and slight pain in his lower abdomen. Suddenly, he couldn't hold back; his penis erupted, a thick, trembling stream of semen shooting out, spraying into the air before landing on his abdomen and his thick pubic hair. He finished ejaculating, trembling, feeling utterly weak. He released his grip on his penis, sprawling lazily on the bed. This was the most unbelievable and intense climax Fang Zhou had ever experienced. He didn't know how much time had passed before he regained control of his body. He arched his back on the bed, exhaling a long breath, then another. He relaxed, leaning back slightly, his slowly contracting penis gradually softening, unwillingly.

Fang Zhou's night was incredibly chaotic; his body tossed and turned on the bed. He recalled, bit by bit, the recent changes in his mother, Zhou Mei. Suddenly, he made a significant discovery: Zhou Mei's breasts seemed higher than before, and her buttocks were rounder and more pert. He noticed that when he walked into the school with his mother, there were always strange glances directed at them. He had thought it was classmates or teachers mocking him for being so old and still hanging around his mother all the time; now he understood—they were there for his mother's sexy body. Zhou Mei was more wanton and seductive than ever before. Her laughter was loud and shrill when she was with the boys in her class; when they walked home, her eyes darted around like hooks, alluring men; even when she was buying something at the grocery store, she smiled extremely flirtatiously, clearly trying to seduce men.

Fang Zhou tossed and turned until late at night before finally drifting off to sleep, his mind filled with jumbled dreams. He seemed to be trying to remember something, yet couldn't recall anything at all. In the morning, no matter how many times the alarm rang, he couldn't get up. His eyelids were too heavy to open, until Zhou Mei knocked on the door. Only then did Fang Zhou struggle to get up. He rushed to the bathroom. Passing the kitchen, he saw Zhou Mei stirring the rice porridge in the pot with a long-handled stainless steel ladle. Steam rose around her, creating a cozy and pleasant atmosphere. Fang Zhou carefully examined her face. He thought he could tell from her face; he remembered hearing that women who had cheated on their partners would have traces of their depravity on their faces. But there were no traces.

Zhou Mei's face looked thinner, her cheeks slightly sunken, as if she hadn't slept well the night before. Yet, her round eyes still sparkled with such allure. She said to Fang Zhou, "Hurry up, you're late." Fang Zhou ignored her, deliberately opening the bathroom door forcefully and urinating without closing it. Zhou Mei said disapprovingly, "You're a grown man, aren't you ashamed to close the door?" Fang Zhou didn't respond, and angrily shook his already-urinated penis. After washing up, he went to the dining room. Wen Feng hadn't gotten up yet, and Zhou Mei had already served him a bowl of steaming rice porridge. A familiar smell made him nauseous. He thought that this smell used to make him feel warm and comforted, but now it was unreliable. Zhou Mei was just deceiving herself, preventing him from seeing her unrestrained and lewd side. He felt that this smell, like her, was deceiving him.

"Eat quickly, we'll be late," Zhou Mei warned. Fang Zhou still slowly broke off pieces of bread and stuffed them into his mouth. Fang Zhou was still leisurely slurping his porridge at the dining table when Zhou Mei emerged from her bedroom fully dressed. He deliberately made loud slurping noises, sounding crude and rude. Zhou Mei remained silent, leaning helplessly against the wall, waiting for him. Fang Zhou scrutinized her attire with displeasure. Actually, Zhou Mei's outfit that day wasn't particularly unusual; as always, it could only be described as beautiful and elegant. Her hair, styled in a bun at the back of her head, her fair neck, and her slightly exposed collarbone all reflected her dignified and refined taste befitting a teacher. But in Fang Zhou's eyes, the dark gray blazer with its wide collar, short waist, and only two tightly buttoned buttons close to the hem of the shirt seemed to be helping the garment support the weight of Zhou Mei's overly prominent breasts. A skirt matching the blazer, its length barely reaching the knees—too short and narrow. Even more strangely, the slit was on the right side of the front of the skirt. Black, flesh-colored stockings, and a thin black handbag with a small strap! Fang Zhou was already angry before he even understood why he was angry.

Fang Zhou's gaze felt strangely unfamiliar to Zhou Mei. She had seen her son's willful, angry, and even fierce gaze when angry, but this was the first time she had seen the coldness and rationality in his eyes. Even as they walked down the street, the ceaseless flow of people immediately swallowed them up. Zhou Mei found herself still unsure how to begin; she needed to gather her thoughts. She approached Fang Zhou and, as usual, placed her hand on his shoulder, but Fang Zhou removed it. "Just say what you want to say," he said, finding Zhou Mei's affectionate gesture insincere at this moment. "Fang Zhou, can't you forgive your mother?" Zhou Mei said in a low voice. Fang Zhou, facing forward, said through gritted teeth, "I'm ashamed to have a mother like you." Zhou Mei felt as if she had been unexpectedly punched hard in the face; her mind went blank. Her expression froze on the shock of a few seconds earlier; she even suddenly forgot what Fang Zhou had just said.

They stood beneath the bus stop sign, buses passing by one after another. Finally, their bus arrived and pulled up at the platform. The bus was already packed with passengers. Some got off, but more surged onto the bus. Fang Zhou, without looking back, swayed his broad shoulders and squeezed onto the bus. Usually, he would practically hug Zhou Mei and pull her forward to get on first. As Zhou Mei struggled to board, she saw Fang Zhou occupying two seats in the distance. She tried to squeeze forward, but saw him give up his seats to a pregnant woman. She had no choice but to reach out and hold onto the handrail, her body swaying with the swaying of the bus. Fang Zhou noticed that because his mother, Zhou Mei, had raised her arm, her collar had been pulled down to one side, revealing half of her breast—a plump, round, glistening, white, and tender half, with the lace trim of her bra faintly visible. This caught the eye of a man opposite her. Zhou Mei seemed to have noticed. She lowered her eyes, furrowed her brows slightly, and looked annoyed. She switched arms, and the man moved with her, his eyes almost falling on her exposed breasts. Zhou Mei slightly turned her head, and even with her eyes down, you could see her roll her eyes. A slight crease appeared on her drooping upper eyelids, and with that eye roll, her mouth moved slightly before she finally withdrew her arm. However, her body swayed violently, almost falling into the man's arms. A blush of embarrassment spread across her face, but she still reached out and grabbed the handrail again, turning her face to the other side.

The man became even more brazen, staring at her breasts, almost burying his face in her chest, his lewd face displaying exaggerated smugness. Fang Zhou was furious. He got up from his seat, placed his body in front of the man, and glared at him angrily. Zhou Mei felt like she had been saved. She lowered her arm, placed her hand on her son's broad shoulder, and smiled gratefully at Fang Zhou. The bus continued to sway, and Zhou Mei nestled her face against her son's, Fang Zhou's body like a solid wall, providing her with a sense of security. She smiled inwardly, perhaps the tense atmosphere between them had suddenly eased. But Zhou Mei still didn't know how to explain her situation. Looking at her son's expression, a mixture of precociousness and childishness, a thought struck her. This was, after all, her son; he had enough life experience. She should be direct and straightforward.

The bus arrived at the school gate, and Zhou Mei seemed to loosen her grip on her son's embrace. She got off the bus, protected by Fang Zhou. A refreshing breeze blew by, like the awkwardness she was about to face. But no matter what, life was coming, unavoidable. She watched the people passing by, carrying all sorts of bags and tote bags, hurrying towards their destinations. At that moment, the invisible hand that had been gripping her heart slowly loosened.

At the school gate, Fang Zhou said goodbye and walked away without looking back. Upon arriving in class, Fang Zhou placed his schoolbag at his seat. Because of his tall stature, he was assigned to a seat at the very back. The girl in the front row was named Hu Li. The boys secretly considered her the school beauty. During class, for no apparent reason, many crumpled pieces of paper would be thrown onto her desk, sometimes landing on his head and face. It

was rumored that she had already been won over by Gao Xiaotian, a student a year ahead. Fang Zhou smelled a strong fragrance emanating from her hair and body; he disliked women's perfume. Hu Li's thin, sky-blue school uniform revealed the bright red bra strap underneath. Fang Zhou guessed that she must have deliberately made the strap visible; Hu Li was the most pretentious. High school girls weren't allowed to perm their hair, but Hu Li's hair was always curled at the ends. He thought Hu Li must have been won over by Gao Xiaotian, otherwise her breasts wouldn't be so prominent. He imagined what Hu Li would look like naked, but he couldn't picture it at all. At that moment, images of his mother Zhou Mei's smooth, jade-like legs and full buttocks flashed through his mind. He thought that Hu Li, even naked, wouldn't be as pretty as Zhou Mei; Hu Li's buttocks were too small, and not as fair as Zhou Mei's. In class, Fang Zhou was absent-minded, his mind filled with strange and bizarre thoughts. Suddenly, the math teacher asked, "Fang Zhou, what are equal angles?" Fang Zhou couldn't answer and blushed.

"Of course you can't answer when you're looking around," the math teacher criticized him. The whole class burst into laughter. Hu Li turned around and made a face at him. Fang Zhou thought she was really ugly. Her face was heavily made up, her eyelids were covered in eyeshadow, and her eyelashes were curled. Her hair, seemingly frizzy like a bird's nest, was actually meticulously styled, with a few playful crescent-shaped bangs on her temples.

At the end of class, the music for the morning exercises began to play on the playground. The music drifted in and out, carrying a sense of ethereal power and intensity. The classrooms, led by their teachers, were noisy and boisterous, filled with commands, whistles, and reprimands. Fang Zhou spotted Zheng Dagang in the ranks; a whistle dangled from his mouth. He always wore red tracksuits, which gave his skin a rosy hue, creating a striking effect. Many girls were eagerly waiting. Fang Zhou vaguely heard Hu Li say to her friend, "Teacher Zheng is so cool!" But in Fang Zhou's eyes, he no longer commanded the same reverence as yesterday. A classmate asked Fang Zhou, "Want to play ball with Teacher Zheng again this afternoon?" Fang Zhou replied dismissively, "Playing with him is boring." "Didn't you say you enjoyed playing with him?" The boy couldn't understand how he had changed so quickly. Fang Zhou was also puzzled as to why he suddenly harbored such animosity towards him, being so unfair and unreasonable in his harshness.

2.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the lights at the school gate came on. A minute later, students began to emerge, some heading straight for the gate, others to retrieve their bicycles. Many students were attending extra classes, and the campus was bustling with activity.

Zhou Mei stood quietly on the west side of the school gate. She wasn't worried about missing Fang Zhou; even if more people poured out, she could recognize her son at a glance. But an hour passed, and Fang Zhou still hadn't come out. Zhou

Mei couldn't stand it any longer. The campus was almost empty. The old man in the mailroom turned off the lights at the main gate, plunging the campus into darkness. A cloud seemed to hang over Zhou Mei's heart. A sliver of hope remained; perhaps Fang Zhou was still in the basketball court, engrossed in playing. She walked with difficulty towards the basketball court. A teacher, drenched in sweat, emerged from inside.

Zhou Mei asked if anyone was still inside. The teacher told her that most had left, but perhaps a few were still there.

The lights were on on the basketball court, and several figures were still shooting hoops. Her gaze, like a dragonfly, flitted from face to face, trying to make out their features. She seemed to have little faith in her eyesight, calling out Fang Zhou's name every now and then. People would always turn to look at her, but it wasn't her son. Zhou Mei was frantic, like a headless fly. Then, she saw a light on in a room in the corridor. She ran there, slammed the door open, and shouted, "Da Gang, Fang Zhou is gone!" After her first time with Zheng Da Gang, Zhou Mei was like an addict; her desires grew increasingly intense. Sometimes, even if he hadn't asked her out, she would appear before him. Da Gang never disappointed her. When he pulled his swollen, hard penis from his jeans, he would immediately become aroused.

Sometimes, to save time, Da Gang would remove her panties, lean her against the door, and thrust his penis diagonally into her vagina while supporting her, deeply penetrating her open, snow-white thighs. Da Gang graduated from a sports academy. Besides possessing a well-built physique, he never gave up any sport to maintain his fitness. He often chose different positions. Zhou Mei liked them all and tried them one by one, quickly becoming fascinated by those novel positions she had never dared to imagine before. She knew that only with a young and strong lover like Da Gang could she do this, seeing it as a magical gift from a true friend. Moreover, his penis, like every other muscle on his strong, dark body, was thick, large, and elastic, never disappointing her.

Da Gang was completely naked except for a pair of blue and white polka-dot shorts. His muscles were quite impressive, and his once flowing long hair was now a messy pile on his head and shoulders. "Fang Zhou is lost." "Lost?" Da Gang repeated. "Yes, lost, gone." Zhou Mei's voice was almost choked with tears. "How could such a big child be lost?" Da Gang put on his clothes, looking at Zhou Mei's pitiful and completely helpless appearance. "Don't rush, explain things slowly." Da Gang looked at her, then looked away. "Fang Zhou and I made a pact that we had to wait for each other before leaving school, but I've been waiting and he still hasn't come. I don't know where he went?" Zhou Mei's tone suddenly became childlike. "Doesn't Fang Zhou have a phone?" Da Gang asked. Zhou Mei said,

"No, I objected to buying him a phone. Many excellent students in the class have seen their grades plummet because they play on their phones." "Has this happened before?" Da Gang was so busy asking questions that he didn't see the tears silently streaming down her face until Zhou Mei let out an uncontrollable sob. He went over and put his arm around her shoulder. She buried her face in his chest: "It was last time, that time he went home by himself." "That time?" Da Gang asked. Zhou Mei didn't look up, but pointed towards the gym. A few days ago, Zhou Mei received a text message from Da Gang right after class: the gym was closed, and she was alone. Zhou Mei saw that it was still early, and she couldn't help but head to the gym. Because there was an event at the gym the next day, the gymnasium had been cleaned and renovated, and was now completely empty. Passing by the gym, she saw Da Gang lying flat on the weightlifting bench, his legs outstretched, his back straight. He effortlessly lifted a weight bar up and down overhead. His blue and white polka-dot shorts lay discarded on the floor, his dark penis pointing towards the ceiling, swaying in a friendly manner.

"You're shameless. If someone were to walk in, you'd be finished," Zhou Mei joked. Her provocative smile was a clear, purposeful signal; Da Gang knew she had aroused him.

He said, "If someone is, it'll be you." Zhou Mei's skirt was short and tight. As she walked towards him, her hand slowly moved upwards, unbuttoning the four buttons of her loose blouse from top to bottom. A barely perceptible smile appeared on Da Gang's face; this alluring woman was becoming increasingly wanton. He excitedly lifted the barbell a few times, then slammed it down onto the rack, his hands still gripping the barbell's handles. Zhou Mei's hands rummaged inside her skirt a few times, then she suddenly pulled it high, removing her panties. Her long, slender, fair legs were revealed, with a thick patch of dark pubic hair radiating outwards.

Her gaze lingered on his body; the man's muscular limbs and well-built chest bewildered her. After all, she had never seen a man so completely naked before. His skin was glossy and shiny. She licked her lips. The panties swayed in front of him as she reached out her other soft hand and began to grope his chest, pinching his pectoral muscles and pulling at his nipples. She played with them repeatedly with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and kneading them until they turned reddish-brown. Da Gang was already showing signs of unease, breathing heavily, while she covered his face with her panties, her free hand sliding down to below his bulging abdominal muscles, rubbing repeatedly around his navel. Her hand then moved down, suddenly grasping his erect penis.

Da Gang closed his eyes, his penis stiff and held tightly in her grasp. Zhou Mei straddled him, rubbing her high mons pubis against his pubic bone, while simultaneously placing his long penis against her hot, throbbing vulva. She lowered herself to touch it, and as his penis, like a snake with eyes, entered her vagina and pressed hard against her insides, Zhou Mei let out a series of wild, ecstatic cries of "Oh, oh!" She gripped it tightly, her body twisting and turning. Da Gang grinned crudely, his angular neck and taut muscles like a weightlifting machine being confidently pushed upwards. "Cut the beat," he complained. Zhou Mei, like an obedient girl, struggled, moving up and down, up and down, then sliding upwards to the top, one hand groping and covering his testicles; teasing and playing with them.

His penis, like an iron rod, thrust in and out of her, while Zhou Mei sat like a knight on a wild, untamed horse. Her breasts, though still tightly bound in her bra, bounced merrily on his face. Da Gang laughed heartily, reaching out to grasp them, his palms accompanying their up-and-down movements, his breasts constantly touching and separating. His breathing grew more rapid; she sensed certain changes in his body. His eyes burned, as if every part of his body was brewing an impulse. His angular face looked like it was carved from stone. His fingertips touched her lips. She opened her mouth thirstily, and his thumb immediately slipped inside, intertwining with her tongue. She felt the saltiness of his skin as his thumb moved, and she inhaled deeply, her tongue clinging even tighter to it.

Suddenly, a surge of orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and powerless, frozen in place. Da Gang then placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and down as he had done earlier, muttering a count. "Forty-nine, fifty," he sighed with satisfaction, lowering Zhou Mei's body. Zhou Mei lay against his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall, his two brown nipples standing erect. He was breathing heavily, his ribs flared, his lower abdomen sunken.

His thighs trembled, beads of sweat sliding down them. After resting for a while, Zhou Mei became restless again, and a devilish, eerie smile appeared on his handsome face. He moved Zhou Mei's body, and as he intended, Zhou Mei lay face down on the exercise machine, her hands on either side of her head gripping the barbell, her weight shifted entirely to her upper body, her legs spread apart. Her hair, which had been tied up in a bun, was now loose, her long black hair cascading down. Her whole body arched like a bow, her buttocks raised high...

Da Gang smelled a scent emanating from her lower body. It was a sweet fragrance, like flowers, mixed with an intoxicating musky scent. He stood behind her, lowered his head, and brought his mouth close to her petals, licking them with his tongue. Her petals contracted slightly. A warm, sweet liquid traveled from the tip of his tongue, inexplicably arousing him.

Zhou Mei wanted to scream for him to stop, yet at the same time, she wanted him to continue. These two thoughts clashed fiercely within her. No one had ever done this for her before; it was stimulating, but even more so, pleasurable, a feeling both novel and exciting.

Her face burned, and her vagina involuntarily began to undulate. "No, don't do this," she murmured, her voice soft, weak, and particularly suggestive, sounding less like a plea and more like a seduction. Da Gang extended his tongue and licked her petals, feeling a moist sensation. The soft skin, the delicate flesh, the wonderful fragrance blended together like sweet nectar.

He no longer hesitated, opening his mouth wide to kiss Zhou Mei's petals, gently sucking, the hot, slippery fluid sliding into his mouth. His tongue penetrated deeply into Zhou Mei's body, and she groaned. He continued to probe deeper, Zhou Mei's buttocks pressed against his cheek, his lips and chin enveloped in the intense fragrance.

A nimble tongue teased the small clitoris at the top of her petals, slowly rubbing it repeatedly.

Zhou Mei's breathing quickened. Zheng Dagang seemed to know how to arouse a woman; she was completely captivated by that tongue. It licked and sucked incessantly around her petals, exciting her entire body. Then, the tongue curled into a straight line and entered her vagina, her vaginal fluids seeping out and flowing down her inner thighs, warm and comforting.

Zhou Mei couldn't tell if it was shyness or unbearable excitement; she turned her face to the side, revealing the outline of her straight, prominent nose. Her lips were full, slightly parted, exuding a thousand kinds of charm. A red line traced her fair skin at the corner of her mouth—a mark left by lipstick. She bit her lower lip, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Her body trembled; the unprecedented stimulation made her so uncontrollably passionate, and she had never felt such pleasure before. Her petals were swollen and full. Her body twisted and convulsed, slightly shrinking back. Her head twisted and turned, her hair flying wildly. At the same time, her moans changed, becoming soft and gentle. A restless light shone on her lovely face. She bit her lip, trying to hide her excitement; she had unconsciously acquiesced to this. This

couldn't go on any longer. Zhou Mei swayed her hips, showing her unease. Da Gang felt it was time. He thrust his erect penis, parting her warm pubic hair and gently rubbing it. As soon as he reached her, her labia opened and closed, seemingly thirstily awaiting his penetration. Da Gang thrust suddenly, his entire penis plunging into her. His hands tightly gripped her thighs, pushing up and down repeatedly, fiercely and forcefully, soon penetrating deep inside, gently teasing her. Zhou Mei seemed to have lost control. She began to moan, her hands gripping the bar tightly, her body twisting uncontrollably, her long hair cascading over her face, somewhat muffled her moans. Da Gang thrust his hips harder, his penis sliding in and out with vigor, smooth and delicate against her skin. The feeling was exquisite. Zhou Mei moved her hips to meet his thrusts, her body trembling violently, on the verge of collapse.

She couldn't care less about anything else; pleasure was paramount. Her uterus began to contract, waves of heat rolling down her lower abdomen, making her feel as if she were being burned alive, her body weak and limp. Zhou Mei knew her orgasm was imminent, her whole body trembling. He felt it too, abruptly stopping his thrusts, pressing firmly inside her. Zhou Mei shuddered. Her mind went blank, and she moaned. She writhed, making sounds of pleasure like a cat in heat. Da Gang writhed, squeezing with all his might. His penis stood erect, his scrotum tightened, and then he ejaculated, spurting out streams of semen. She gripped his thick, throbbing penis tightly with her throbbing vaginal muscles, filling her completely.

When Zhou Mei finished cleaning herself and rushed out of the school gate, Fang Zhou was already gone. The entire campus was quiet, with only the occasional student heading to their classroom or library. Her first instinct was to call home. Thankfully, Fang Zhou answered. Zhou Mei angrily questioned him why he hadn't waited for her. He replied, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?!" Zhou Mei was speechless, but the gloom that had been weighing on her heart vanished.

The streetlights were already on, and the buses were less crowded. She got off and walked slowly, feeling no fatigue. Fewer and fewer pedestrians were appearing on the street. She thought of Zheng Dagang again; she had done that thing with him, and the feeling still lingered in her body. She shook her head irritably, as if trying to shake off the memory. Rather than regretting giving up going home with her son because of that incident, she couldn't understand why she had done it. When she reached the building, she looked up and saw the light in the window, and a warmth instantly filled her heart. That light was hers. Then she wept; she had already sown the seeds of darkness in this light.

[The End]

Chapter 1.
Nineteen-year-old Fang Zhou felt that going to the same school as his mother was an extremely sad thing. He had to go to and from school with her every day, always under her watchful eye. She would even know if he let out a fart in class.

As Fang Zhou walked, he looked up at the sky. The sweltering evening sun was still high in the sky, and the unbearable heat lingered on his body. In the distance, the noise of classmates playing ball came from the playground, accompanied by girls' screams. Fang Zhou knew that if his mother, Zhou Mei, wasn't in the office at this time, she must be in the gymnasium. Whenever she didn't have classes in the afternoon, she would always play ping-pong there.

The gymnasium was built on a hillside. He walked along the gravel path shaded by trees up the mountain, counting the steps as he went. There were exactly two hundred steps. The huge gymnasium building was now deserted, with hardly anyone in sight. He approached the stone steps and went up. Then he saw two shadows between the stone pillars below. He guessed they must be kissing. He really heard them making smacking sounds, kissing so loudly, how stupid.

The gymnasium was empty and dark; entering from the bright outside, it suddenly felt dark. He had to cross the deserted basketball court to reach the ping-pong room, and as he approached, he heard groaning and creaking sounds coming from inside, intense and hurried, interspersed with heavy male breathing.

Peering through the not-so-secure window, Fang Zhou was completely stunned. His heart pounded faster than when he had run up the mountain, making his chest ache. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move. Zhou Mei, the mother, was slumped over the ping-pong table, her hair disheveled, a large clump of black hair falling onto the table. She looked quite alarming, her face flushed, her cheekbones glistening with oil, and her forehead beaded with sweat, soaking her hair and causing strands to stick to it. Her eyes were half-open, gleaming, and her mouth was slightly open, murmuring incoherent words.

Behind her was a man, one hand on her shoulder, the other supporting her waist. Zhou Mei's slender waist arched, revealing a plump bottom. Her red sleeveless sports top had slipped to one side, revealing her rounded, delicate shoulders. Her two full breasts seemed about to break free of their restraints. The back of her top was pulled up to her waist, and her white sports shorts had fallen to her ankles, her snow-white buttocks swaying as the man's penis moved in and out.

The man was none other than Da Gang, the physical education teacher. Under his towering frame, Zhou Mei appeared petite and delicate. His athletic shorts were pulled down to her buttocks as he thrust his hips forward and backward. She hooked one arm around Da Gang's neck. Da Gang's shirt was soaked through. His arms, thick and strong, were draped over Zhou Mei's shoulders, his head buried in her thick hair. Fang Zhou had never witnessed such a sensual and alluring scene. He closed his eyes, almost hearing his own heartbeat and the sound of his blood flowing. What surprised him most was that his mother, Zhou Mei, showed no resentment at being violated and coerced by the man. Instead, she seemed delighted, raising her plump buttocks high and moaning softly, her eyes tightly closed as she indulged in a blissful, blissful state, as if in paradise.

Her hands kept rubbing between the man's legs. The two of them were panting and writhing. Zhou Mei's voice was like crying from being bitten by an animal. Low moans kept coming out. Her face began to sway from side to side, and her beautiful thighs were also moving erratically. Her fair hands moved more and more intensely, and her moans became more and more excited. At this moment, Da Gang spread her plump and fair buttocks apart, and his movements became more and more violent. Her moans continued to grow louder and louder.

Fang Zhou's legs trembled and went weak, his body feeling as if his bones had been removed, and he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The entire gymnasium was silent, save for the dim light from the distant lamps. A dull, heavy yet transcendent feeling descended, followed by another burst of joyful groans. Fang Zhou snapped out of his daze, struggling to break free from the inexplicable attraction, and then fled like a stray dog.

Fang Zhou's footsteps startled the couple who were enjoying themselves. Zhou Mei stood up, pushed Da Gang aside, and ran to the door of the ping-pong room, where she saw her son running out of the gymnasium with his schoolbag on his back.

"Who is it?"

Da Gang followed her out, watching his lively son run downhill. Zhou Mei suddenly felt a pang of sadness, a wave of ache and pain washing over her. She pounded Da Gang's chest with her fists, muttering, "It's all your fault, all your fault." Zhou Mei knew she resented him. Zhou Mei also hated herself; she couldn't allow herself to resent him. She decided to punish herself. She pinched her thighs desperately with her nails. The harder she pinched, the more she endured, and the more she endured, the harder she pinched. The sharp pain in her thigh gave Zhou Mei a strange sense of relief.

That afternoon, Zhou Mei had arranged to meet a colleague to get their hair done. But after she finished her first class, Da Gang arrived at their office and loitered around. Zhou Mei was engrossed in organizing her lesson plans, occasionally glancing at him. He was right across from her, chatting and laughing with a young teacher.

"Teacher Zheng, waiting to coach Teacher Zhou in table tennis again?" someone said, seeing Da Gang in a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and white sneakers. Recently, Zhou Mei had become obsessed with table tennis, and Da Gang had become her coach.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou just happened to have no classes this afternoon," Da Gang said.

Zhou Mei had no choice but to call her colleague and cancel their appointment. Zhou Mei changed into her sportswear, which immediately caught Da Gang's eye. His eyes never left her as they walked towards the gymnasium halfway up the hill.

It was a simple red sleeveless top, but it accentuated Zhou Mei's mature and alluring figure. The well-fitting top couldn't hide her full, perky breasts. Following the alluring curves down was her slender waist. White tight shorts clung to her firm, bouncy hips, and her smooth, straight, long legs. In Da Gang's eyes, it was subtly provocative.

The ping-pong room wasn't crowded. They chose an empty table and practiced together. Da Gang consistently delivered the ball precisely to Zhou Mei's feet. Zhou Mei already had some basic skills, and with Da Gang's guidance, her strokes were surprisingly skillful. The other couples in the room were drawn in after a while and stopped to watch their performance. After a while, Zhou Mei's face was covered with glistening beads of sweat, a strand of hair fell across her cheek, and her sweatshirt was soaked, clinging tightly to her body. The joy of exercise relaxed Zhou Mei's mind and body. She didn't know or want to control her posture, following the ball Da Gang served, freely twisting her waist and hips in front of the table, letting her twitching nerves sway along. She no longer needed to be modest about her breasts, no longer needed to shyly clench her legs, no longer needed to restrain the fullness of her buttocks. Until it was getting dark and everyone else had left, Da Gang wanted to turn on the lights, but Zhou Mei stopped him. She frantically waved her racket like a fan.

"It's too late, let's go back," she said, reaching for her handbag on a nearby chair. Da Gang didn't respond; their eyes remained locked, and Zhou Mei, too, avoided looking at her young colleague. She hunched over, pretending to pack her handbag.

Da Gang stared at her for a long time; her profile was so beautiful, her cheekbones and chin gleaming like porcelain. Zhou Mei looked up and was startled to find Da Gang's gaze fixed on her.

Da Gang suddenly said, "Don't rush off, I want to talk to you." Zhou Mei stopped, frozen in place. Da Gang quietly moved closer. He leaned over Zhou Mei's back.

One hand supported her elbow, while the other pinched the tip of her little finger. He stared at her left ear, his chin almost touching her cheek. Zhou Mei felt Da Gang's warm, moist breath behind her. A hand reached out and shoved into Zhou Mei's chest through her open collar, the fingers rough and clinging. Instinctively, Zhou Mei twisted away, and Da Gang whispered pleadingly in her ear, "I'm suffocating." Zhou Mei shuddered at those words; she knew what he meant.

Da Gang released her and abruptly pulled Zhou Mei into his arms. His arms were nervously tight, his bulge pressing against Zhou Mei's ample buttocks, his face pressed against the back of her neck.

Zhou Mei was startled, but dared not move, frozen in place, even her breath caught in her throat. But only for a moment, her breathing became heavy, gasping for air, each breath accompanied by his thrusting against her soft buttocks. Da Gang's fingers slowly caressed Zhou Mei's body, like rainwater trickling from the eaves on a rainy day, branching out and flowing hesitantly.

When his fingers reached Zhou Mei's breasts, she finally came to her senses. Zhou Mei didn't dare to cry out; she whispered, "Don't do this."

He didn't listen. Da Gang opened his arms and embraced her, and when she leaned against his shoulder again, she smelled a strong scent of sweat. His lips searched for hers, and when he sealed them with his, he felt her panicked attempt to pull away. He pulled her closer, pressing his lips firmly against hers. His chest felt her full breasts against his; her slightly exposed neckline revealed her half-naked breasts, pressing against his chest, warm and damp.

His equally warm and sweaty chest rubbed against hers with a slurred sound, a slight, aching pain. His knees felt her struggling lower body, his hands felt her rounded, firm shoulders and long neck, her neck tightening and loosening with each breath. Along her sweaty hair, his nose felt the touch of her braided hair at the back of her head, carrying a rich, fragrant scent, with a cold clip poking his cheek.

Zhou Mei's senses awakened, she was released from the urgent kiss, panting heavily.

Da Gang held her waist, Zhou Mei hugged his stomach, and Da Gang began to move, his hand on her waist moving to caress her buttocks. Zhou Mei's hair was disheveled, her pretty face flushed crimson, and she breathed heavily, her arms tightly wrapped around Da Gang's neck. At this moment, Da Gang's chest, abdomen, and buttocks were pressed tightly against hers, their hands entwined around each other's backs and necks, their skin so close together that there wasn't a single gap, every pore seemingly touching. Then, Zhou Mei actively welcomed the teasing touch of his tongue, and tensed up again. In contrast to the previous suppressed tension, now all her senses and perceptions were tensely activated, active and lively. Her tongue moved mechanically, thrusting out and out. She was nestled within a hot body, a hot body moving energetically in his arms, even the slightest breath reaching his most subtle senses, igniting his desire, erupting like fire.

Unconsciously, he pulled down Zhou Mei's shorts, his hand slipping inside her panties, and proclaiming itself at her full vulva. She squeezed her legs together and said sharply, "No." Da Gang's other hand ripped off her panties. He pressed down on Zhou Mei from behind, saying, "I can't take it, give it to me, I'm dying of discomfort."

Zhou Mei said frantically, "No, you can't... in here..." But Da Gang, burning with lust, ignored her completely. He gripped her waist tightly with both hands, then thrust his hard penis in with a sudden, forceful motion, swallowing her large member whole. Usually, whenever he thrust in hard, she would open her mouth and let out an "Ah." But today, Zhou Mei held back; she didn't move. She stiffened her body, trying her best not to react.

Da Gang continued thrusting, saying, "You know how alluring you are, you've tempted me to the point of..." His movements became larger, more violent, and sharper. Zhou Mei arched her back, tightened her thighs, and stuck out her plump buttocks, trying to force his penis out.

He covered her, squeezing and thrusting forcefully. Zhou Mei's vaginal fluids had already seeped out, quickly wetting her inner thighs. Her body undeniably responded to his desire; lust slowly rose and burned within her, scorching her delicate skin. The thrilling pleasure seemed to rustle through her nerve endings, making her itch with desire. Her vagina convulsed, just as it tightened around Da Gang's penis, he roared even louder, muttering incoherently, "You want it, you finally want it!" Zhou Mei gasped for breath, begging him to be gentler, to not be so loud, that she needed it too. These words completely overwhelmed her; Da Gang thrust even harder, pleasing her even more intensely. Zhou Mei's body seemed to slowly lift off the ground, floating up like a milky mist. Suppressed desire erupted at this moment, ignited and revived. The mingled smells of the ping-pong room filled her senses. She leaned forward, anticipating the climax. Zhou Mei arched her back and screamed. At the same time, he suddenly struggled violently, thrusting forward and collapsing onto her back, groaning softly. Zhou Mei's body trembled uncontrollably, like a severely wounded rabbit, almost paralyzed on the ground, her four slender legs shaking, appearing extremely weak and powerless. After a long while, a trickle of milky white semen seeped from her snow-white thigh, dripping onto the ground. The

young

man, Fang Zhou, fled in panic. He was almost suspicious that his seemingly dignified and virtuous mother had done such a shameful thing with Zheng Dagang. In the boy's eyes, his mother, Zhou Mei, was a model teacher. Her long, jet-black hair was neatly combed, not a single strand straying, and meticulously styled into a bun at the back of her head. Her attire was always dignified; the collar, sleeves, buttons, and shoes of her shirts all contributed to her solemnity and teacherly demeanor. When lecturing, she spoke fluent, standard Mandarin, without the embellishments often found in Southerners. She never used facial expressions or gestures to aid her speech, delivering her words directly like a broadcaster. Her gait was also disciplined, her steps even, her body never swaying excessively, her waist straight. Her walk, along with the buildings, roads, and trees of the campus, showed signs of careful planning and thoughtful arrangement.

But now, her image was completely overturned in the young man's mind. In retrospect, every movement, every detail, was so clearly visible, so vivid, yet it always felt like a dream. Fang Zhou wandered aimlessly through the streets, still shaken. The night streets were both dazzling and dim, the bright neon lights like colorful eyes, teasing and probing everywhere. He didn't want to go home too soon, to see his mother too soon. He wondered what he should say to her. He had seen his mother Zhou Mei's snow-white thighs, her plump buttocks, even her dewy vulva. He didn't know how he would face her afterward. Exhausted, Fang Zhou rested in front of a fast-food restaurant. He felt hungry and thirsty, but he had no money.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and shame all rushed over him at once. He didn't notice the screech of a taxi's brakes. The taxi had nothing to do with him that night, but the woman who tumbled out of the car, and the all-too-familiar cry of "Son!" seemed to wake him up. Was this woman his mother, Zhou Mei? Zhou Mei wore a white blazer, her bright red shirt with its pointed collar turned outwards, revealing her breasts that seemed about to burst out of the shirt. A short skirt clung tightly to her round, full hips, and flesh-colored stockings made her thighs appear exceptionally smooth. She wore black high heels. This woman, whom he considered perfect, now seemed so wanton and provocative to him.

"Son, come home with Mom." Zhou Mei took her son's hand, but Fang Zhou defiantly shook her off.

Zhou Mei, flustered, said, "Fang Zhou, let's talk about it at home, okay?"

Fang Zhou reluctantly walked ahead alone, and Zhou Mei jogged after him, calling out, "Fang Zhou, are you hungry? Let's eat together, I'm hungry too."

Zhou Mei stepped forward and grabbed his arm. "Mom's taking you to eat barbecue?" Hunger caused Fang Zhou's will to crumble, and he followed his mother into the nearby barbecue restaurant.

Stepping inside, it was bustling with activity. Couples and families were noisily enjoying barbecue.

Waiters greeted them warmly, and Zhou Mei said, "Find us a quiet place." Fang Zhou followed behind them, finding Zhou Mei's swaying hips and twisting waist alluring and seductive, even the tone of her voice when speaking to the waiters was clearly meant to seduce men. Reaching a seat by the window, Zhou Mei glanced at her son's still sulking face, forcing a smile. Fang Zhou glared at her, avoiding her alluring face.

"Fang Zhou, Mom wants to talk to you calmly," Zhou Mei said, trying to soften her voice to hide her unease. But to Fang Zhou, it sounded like she was deliberately feigning innocence and childishness.

“You saw what happened this afternoon. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have done something so immoral,” Zhou Mei continued. “I’m sorry to your father, and to you. But I’m not a bad woman. I’m a woman with flesh and blood and feelings. You need to know that women need men’s care and love.” Fang Zhou thought to himself: How dare she say that? She’s clearly lewd, yet she puts on so many principles. She must be a literature teacher. At that moment, Zhou Mei’s image was completely reversed in the boy’s mind. Even the pinkish-white skin of her shoulders and neck exposed from the wide collar of her shirt, and the faint outline of her delicate white cleavage, seemed so wanton and shameless to him.

“Fang Zhou, can you forgive your mother?”

she said, her voice filled with resentment and helplessness, looking pitiful. Fang Zhou ignored her. He left his seat and soon brought over plates of American fatty beef, eggs, tuna, green onions, and so on. He noticed that Zhou Mei had taken off her blazer, revealing a thin, sheer silk shirt underneath that showed off her smooth, delicate skin. His heart skipped a beat, his breathing became heavy, his cheeks flushed, his throat burned, and his engorged penis pressed hard against his pants.

Zhou Mei turned her head and asked in surprise, "Why aren't you coming over?"

Fang Zhou was at a loss, still regretting his impulsive actions even as he sat opposite his mother. He knew he shouldn't have had such wicked thoughts about his mother, even though she was an adulterer.

Zhou Mei placed some cooked meat on Fang Zhou's plate. Fang Zhou chewed on the fragrant slices of meat, thinking to himself, "Don't think you can curry favor with me like this." "Fang Zhou, say something," Zhou Mei said, secretly pleased with her mother's timid demeanor.

He swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "How can you do this to your father and me?" "Fangzhou, your father absolutely cannot know about this," Zhou Mei pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Fangzhou asked again, "When did you two start this?"

Zhou Mei lowered her head, unsure how to explain it to her son. All along, whether at school or at home, Zhou Mei had been virtuous, dignified, quiet, and elegant—a model teacher. At home, she had a loving husband and a handsome, sunny son. Her husband, Fang Wenfeng, and she had been in love since university; their union was a celebrated story at the teachers' college. After their marriage, Fang Wenfeng went into politics and is now a section chief. Before they knew it, their son, Fang Zhou, had grown up. He inherited the best qualities of his parents, tall and strong like his father. Zheng Dagang had been urging Zhou Mei to allow him to play basketball, but Zhou Mei refused, because she didn't want her son to become a physically strong but intellectually challenged athlete. Fang Zhou lived up to expectations, consistently ranking among the top students in his grade, and possessing lively eyes and delicate features. His only drawback was his quiet nature and limited communication skills. Fang Wenfeng and Zhou Mei didn't seem to mind; these days, most only children are spoiled and have similar traits.

Zhou Mei studied Chinese literature. Seemingly quiet on the surface, she was actually a woman rich in emotions, unwilling to settle for mediocrity, and full of imagination. Her happy and fulfilling life had gradually begun to bore her. At first, she only felt bored, but over time it seemed to turn into laziness. She felt like dough that had risen and fallen, collapsing limply and listlessly. She didn't know what had gone wrong, but she firmly believed it wasn't. With age, she didn't lack sexual desire; on the contrary, she thought she was overly sexual, which often embarrassed her. To be fair, Wen Feng might be remarkable. As a husband and father, he might be even more outstanding, but sexually, he was like a reckless student. Whenever he was panting and enjoying himself on top of her, she found herself accustomed to feigning intense desire.

Zheng Dagang, fresh out of sports academy, met Zhou Mei on his first day reporting to the No. 1 High School. She was walking down the corridor, wearing a coffee-colored mud coat that reached just to her knees, hugging her curvaceous and sexy figure. A belt tightly cinched her slender waist, further emphasizing her high, full breasts and graceful hip curves. A pale white turtleneck sweater peeked out from under the turned-down collar, making her delicate face appear even more like white jade. A pair of dark brown suede boots completed her vibrant look. She walked past him with a steady gait, her smile enigmatic, her eyes and brows instantly exuding the allure of a mature woman.

In just one glance, Dagang froze, his neck seemingly unable to turn, staring speechlessly at the elegant and beautiful woman before him. He simply couldn't believe his eyes.

The way this woman walked was so unique. Her slender, graceful waist seemed more flexible than most people's. She didn't deliberately sway, but with each step, her round, full hips swayed gently, causing every part of her body to move rhythmically, giving a soft, alluring feeling, as if she were dancing gracefully, yet so natural, completely without any coquettishness. It made men's imaginations run wild while maintaining an air of elegance. Only after Zhou Mei's figure disappeared down the corridor did Da Gang remain there, gazing at her with a dazed, infatuated look. No.

1 Middle School was a key high school in the city, and its teachers, students, and staff were all outstanding individuals, Da Gang being no exception. Besides his tall, imposing physique, he had regular features and a dignified appearance: thick eyebrows, dark brown skin, a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, sensual, full lips, and clean, even teeth; his eyes were beautiful, with clear black and white pupils when open. Large ears, an elegant neck, thick short hair, a broad, muscular chest, a well-proportioned waist and hips, and strong, powerful thighs. Although a recent graduate, his years of travel and experience had given him a unique perspective on beauty. In his view, true beauty must first withstand the ravages of time; secondly, it must be innate, perfectly integrated with a refined temperament; every word and action must be natural, without any affectation; and most importantly, every smile and cry must reveal her beauty, never revealing any ugliness—this is the epitome of beauty.

He believed he had found his perfect goddess. He kept a close eye on Zhou Mei, secretly watching her teach.

When she appeared on the podium, she was undeniably beautiful and poised. To her students, she was a model teacher—elegant, composed, beautiful, and exuding an air of nobility. Her lectures were remarkably calm and serene; her captivating descriptions quickly drew listeners into her world. After finishing, she would silently smile at her audience. Between sentences, she would offer reminders, such as, "This is the key point," or "Pay attention and concentrate." Her words carried a quiet earnestness that was touching and reassuring, captivating Zheng Dagang. Zhou Mei's image grew ever clearer in his mind—charming and beautiful, graceful as a willow, omnipresent and omnipotent as the wind. Zhou Mei's face was stubbornly etched into Zheng Dagang's memory, like a scar that could not be erased. Zhou

Mei was the homeroom teacher of the graduating class, while Dagang was a physical education teacher for the second year of high school. They didn't speak until two months later. Taking advantage of another cleaning duty day, Dagang once again patrolled Zhou Mei's class until she came out after class. Zhou Mei's outfit today was quite special. Her loose, wavy hair was parted naturally and elegantly to the side, and a sky-blue scarf was wrapped around her snow-white neck and hung down to her chest. A black velvet dress tightly hugged her full, firm breasts and round, pert buttocks, while a matching tight-fitting leather jacket softened her femininity while enhancing her unique charm as a mature woman. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings and black ankle boots, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin, making her look even more sexy and alluring.

She walked past Da Gang without looking at him, who was staring at her hopelessly. Suddenly, she turned around and met his eyes. Da Gang was momentarily taken aback, but simply smiled slightly, as if it were quite natural.

Zhou Mei paused, then smiled as well. Her face was bathed in a halo of ethereal light under the sunlight, her pink lipstick making her full lips appear even more luscious. Her attire, far from being overly seductive, accentuated her delicate features, making her look incredibly alluring, fresh, and elegant. He was captivated by Zhou Mei's face. Da Gang calmed himself, not hiding his delight, and gently greeted her, "Hi." She slowly approached. Da Gang felt a little dizzy, as if floating on clouds, but Zhou Mei had indeed come. A

radiant smile bloomed on Da Gang's face. This smile, which on a woman would be described as radiant as a peach blossom, on a man, could only be described as very special, as if all unfamiliarity and taboo had vanished, as if they were already familiar, and with a hint of affection. "You're new here, right?" Zhou Mei asked in a low, smooth voice. Da Gang reacted and softly hummed in agreement.

"You also teach Chinese? Do you like my class?" Zhou Mei asked casually. He replied, "I teach PE, and it's my turn to be on duty today." He then showed her the red armband on his arm. She smiled; her voice, like her eyes, always seemed to drift far away, somewhat absent-minded, yet always captivating. "Your class is really good. I've been wondering how you manage to engage your students," Da Gang said quickly, trying to come up with a plan. She, however, gave him a serious, professional scrutiny, devoid of warmth or lewdness. Da Gang, quick-witted as ever, said, "I've observed all the classes, and yours was the quietest and most orderly. I thought it was that old, stern teacher, but it turns out to be such a young and beautiful woman." "You flatter me," Zhou Mei smiled sweetly. “You’re still so young and beautiful. I’ve been teaching for almost twenty years,” Zhou Mei said coquettishly. Her shy demeanor made Da Gang’s heart flutter again, making him a little flustered. But he still said seriously, “You really can’t tell. No wonder you teach so well.” Then he smiled imperceptibly. Zhou Mei felt inexplicably pleased by the admiring gaze of this stranger.

They walked side by side. Zhou Mei could tell at a glance that he had just graduated from school. Standing and walking, he had the air of a naive and ignorant boy who had just stepped out of the school gates. However, a student is a student, but he was still a handsome guy. Standing and walking, he was different. He was sunny and handsome. She couldn’t help but want to talk to him, becoming like a vulgar little sparrow. When they walked from the teaching building to the playground, they were already quite familiar with each other. Zhou Mei promised him that she would try to make time to participate in physical education and also promised to share her teaching experience with him.

3.

No one lives in a vacuum. Where there are men and women, there is love. Even if you're married with children, love still arrives quietly, like a colorful butterfly. There's no sound, no wind. Only your heart can feel its wings fluttering, then fluttering again. Zheng Dagang had practically become obsessed with Zhou Mei, like a humble student always asking her many questions to curry favor. Of course, he hoped even more to be her friend. Out of respect for her younger colleague, Zhou Mei politely responded to him.

A woman like Zhou Mei was perfectly aware of Da Gang's intentions. They spent every day together at school, and even after returning home, they would talk on the phone or text each other. The content varied in length, covering everyday matters, but they were always cautious about sensitive words. Therefore, for a long time, their interactions were formal and insincere. In fact, Zhou Mei knew perfectly well that she was aware of every move Da Gang made, who was like a flitting sparrow on a branch. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, but rather that she had reservations. Their relationship had reached a point of unspoken understanding, not the kind between siblings, but the kind between a man and a woman—the fatal kind, the kind that was difficult to express. Zhou Mei felt a crackling sound inside her body; she seemed to be impatiently trying to grasp something. In short, her clothing and attire became increasingly provocative, quite different from her usual self.

Da Gang coaxed and tricked Zhou Mei into spending some time exercising every day. Zhou Mei, who had played table tennis at a sports school when she was young, readily agreed. When they arrived at the table tennis room in the gymnasium, some colleagues were already playing and sweating. After much persuasion, Da Gang offered her a table. "Shall I give you a few points?" he asked. "Who asked you to give me a few points?" Zhou Mei replied, with a playful, affectionate tone. The table tennis ball bounced rapidly back and forth on the table. "Eat the spin," Zhou Mei chanted as she chopped the ball. "You take my left spin, you take my right spin—I'm going to smash it!" She sidestepped and smashed the ball, sending it bouncing off the edge of the table and landing on the floor. The onlookers burst into laughter. "You're no match for me," Zhou Mei said to Da Gang, who was standing on the other side of the table. "You're so bad at this, and you still want me to give you points?" "What are you bragging about! Just serve already," Da Gang said, tossing the ball over to her with a laugh.

"You're really asking for trouble, then I really won't give you any face." Zhou Mei's hair was wet, with a strand sticking to her forehead. Da Gang fanned himself with his racket and said, "If that's how you put it, I won't go easy on you either." Sure enough, this time Da Gang showed no mercy, utterly defeating Zhou Mei. Zhou Mei was convinced and humbly asked him for advice. He then proudly became her coach. The next day, he prepared a good racket for her and even went to a specialty store to pick out sportswear for her. He excitedly told her, "Come to my dorm after class this afternoon, I have a surprise for you." Zhou Mei wanted him to tell her first, but he refused to. Da Gang was from out of town and lived in the gymnasium, also managing some of the sports equipment. After lunch, Zhou Mei headed up the mountain. The path was lined with rows of tall trees, growing denser and more lush as she climbed; a gust of wind sent the leaves fluttering, creating silvery-green waves at the treetops. A vast expanse of leaves rippled like the sea, their rustling sound drifting away.

Zhou Mei entered the gymnasium. A door to a room below the stands was ajar. She knocked lightly a few times, but no one answered. The door opened a crack. Zhou Mei didn't take another step. She stood in the doorway, as if this didn't count as trespassing. She glanced around the room. Opposite her was a plastic-covered wardrobe, the kind you could buy at any cheap furniture market. A computer sat on the right corner of a table, along with some other stationery. The tabletop was sparse and tidy. The window was open, and the room didn't have any particular smell, perhaps because the window was always open. The room was sweltering, the fan blowing weakly. Beneath a huge sports poster lay a single mattress.

Da Gang lay shirtless on the bed. She gazed at his body, inwardly marveling at his physique. His shoulders were as strong as an ox, bulging with well-developed muscles. His hair was thick, his face rugged, and his features prominent. His waist was slender yet powerful, without an ounce of excess fat. His firm buttocks supported his torso and abdomen, and what captivated her most was his firm, shapely backside. Zhou Mei considered leaving and knocking again to wake him. Her mind was filled with Da Gang's naked body; he had an alluring backside, a backside that could seduce any woman, making her want to insert something into his tight cleft. His backside was incredibly challenging, and it aroused her lewd fantasies, filling her with hope.

Zhou Mei was drenched in sweat, but she didn't move. Through the wide legs of his baggy shorts, she glimpsed a man's penis. It lay crookedly to one side, looking lifeless and devoid of vitality, yet beautiful. She desperately wanted to touch it, to feel it, to see what would happen if she did. Slowly, carefully, with immense fear and caution, Zhou Mei reached out a hand and began to gently stroke it. Da Gang was still fast asleep, but his penis began to tremble. She stroked it again. The glans, covered by the foreskin, peeked out from beneath the wrinkles of the skin.

In a state of extreme ecstasy, she stroked the spine of the emerging glans once more. Da Gang's penis continued to throb and swell; as it grew thicker and longer, she calmly imagined and watched it.

When it became hard and erect, she firmly grasped its shaft and guided its head into her mouth.

A captivating and excited look appeared on her face. She was completely intoxicated. It was a beautiful penis, large and thick, just like Da Gang's body—hard, erect, and full of masculine wildness. Zhou Mei almost knelt down reverently, taking the glans of his penis into her mouth. She slowly closed her burning lips and began to suckle. As she began to lick it, she struggled to maintain her balance so that she could skillfully use her tongue. Da Gang was still fast asleep, his breathing still steady. She carefully avoided touching other parts of his body. It was very obvious that she held his penis in her hand and sucked on its glans; she was so completely immersed in the pleasure of his penis. Da Gang suddenly turned over,

disturbing Zhou Mei's erotic dream. Zhou Mei suddenly woke up, feeling as if she had just woken from a deep dream. After waking up, Zhou Mei felt infinite shame and distress. She couldn't understand what she had just dreamed about. Immersed in her fantasy, her face was flushed with shame, and she wished the ground would crack open and swallow her. Da Gang seemed oblivious. He asked Zhou Mei how long she'd been inside, and awkwardly glanced at his shorts, where a bulge, like a mountain, was visible.

Zhou Mei felt a little dizzy, but quickly calmed herself. She asked Da Gang what surprise he had prepared for her with his mysterious antics. Da Gang took out the sports jersey and racket he had prepared for her. "I was just joking, but you took it so seriously," Zhou Mei said casually as she took the items. Da Gang was somewhat disappointed when he saw that Zhou Mei didn't show the joy he expected after receiving them.

"But thank you anyway," Zhou Mei said, her hands behind her back on the table. Her eyes, gleaming with a cunning intelligence, seemed to speak volumes. Da Gang found a t-shirt and put it on. He said, "Don't you want to try on some sportswear?" "It's right here," Zhou Mei asked. He smiled and said, "I'll just go out." "You're not allowed to peek?" Zhou Mei tilted her head and said. The words sounded innocent from a young girl's perspective, but from the mouth of a mature and alluring woman, they seemed deliberately provocative, fueling his fantasies. When Da Gang left, he left the door ajar, just a crack. If Zhou Mei closed it tightly, he'd be out of luck. However, noticing the gap, Zhou Mei still took off her clothes piece by piece, gradually revealing her alluring and mature body. Outside, Da Gang was burning with desire. He struggled internally for a long time, but ultimately reason couldn't overcome lust. He quietly peeked through the crack in the door. Although a voice inside him was still reminding him not to do such a thing, the sight of this long-admired beauty had already caused his body to lose control of his mind.

Da Gang's mind went blank. She wasn't facing him directly, but her back was enough to excite him. Her skin, as white and smooth as silk, flushed slightly in the light filtering in. Below her slender, shapely legs, her waist without an ounce of fat, and her rounded hips and elegant back together created a perfect curve. She wore only a small pair of panties, with two small dimples at her waist and hips, as alluring as the dimples on her face. She shook open her light red sleeveless sports top, revealing her hemispherical breasts, which trembled merrily within a black lace bra. She pulled it over her body, then tugged at it again. Her two firm, white breasts were pressed together, creating a deep cleavage from the oval opening in the middle. The white mounds of flesh bulged and looked incredibly sensual beneath the clothes. Da Gang felt thirsty. He ran to the nearest water tap and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water, hoping to quench his thirst, but to no avail. He had an absurd urge to touch himself, right here, in this gymnasium corridor, just to release the burning desire within him, this hateful, painful lust. It had haunted him ever since he met her.

Zhou Mei turned around, her thin, sheer panties so revealing that although the lace fabric obscured her mons pubis, the intense visual stimulation was enough to make him itch and swallow hard. He could vaguely see the dark, glossy pubic hair between her legs, spreading out in an orderly fashion, as if it existed specifically to complement the curves of her perfect body. Da Gang struggled to suppress his overwhelming joy, continuing to peek without blinking. His gaze burned as he caressed her long, slender legs, their graceful lines a dazzling dream in his eyes. She lifted one leg, her toes tracing a semi-circle as she slipped into one of her pant legs, while the other leg supported her body, making her buttocks excessively prominent. Her already deformed buttocks moved in an alluring shape, and he desperately wanted to shove them in.

The white shorts seemed a bit too tight; she pulled them up to her buttocks and stopped. Zhou Mei squeezed in her stomach and lifted her buttocks before laboriously slipping the shorts on. The sweatpants were too short and too narrow, digging too tightly into her thighs, making her mons pubis appear excessively prominent.

A burning desire rose within him, searing his skin. Sweat beaded on his brow, stinging hotly. The air was hot and heavy, filled with desire, and his penis, tightly encased in the shorts, stood erect with excitement. Even when Zhou Mei came and opened the door, he remained bent over, leaning against the wall. A barely perceptible smile flashed in Zhou Mei's eyes. She patted his shoulder: "Does your stomach hurt?" Da Gang turned around embarrassedly, then suddenly, like a madman, opened his arms and embraced her. Zhou Mei cried out "Ouch!" and struggled to get away in a panic. Da Gang held her tightly, his lips crawling like wet leeches on her delicate face, searching for her lips. He found them, almost biting down fiercely, and she stopped struggling.

He stretched out his tongue, licking her full lips, groping to probe inside her mouth, where it was moist and had a faint, cool taste. He gently tapped her white teeth with his tongue, slowly opening them, inserting his tongue as if searching for something. After a while, he slowly withdrew his tongue. Zhou Mei felt a surge of heat, a rush of pleasure coursing through her body. Her body writhed, as if swaying to the rhythm of his tongue's movements. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth wide; she wanted his tongue, she bit it, swallowing it into her warm, moist mouth. He felt extremely pleasurable, opening his mouth even wider, his tongue hardening, thrusting straight into her mouth, stirring frantically. He stroked her chin, his hand slipping inside her collar, past her bra, touching her full, round breasts. He pressed his fingers against those alluring, voluptuous breasts, his index finger and thumb squeezing the hard, erect nipples, which pressed firmly against her silk bra. He continued to tease and entwine them, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous. She felt a surge of heat rush to her lower abdomen, desire coursing through her body, and she felt her most sensitive spot swelling rapidly.

Da Gang's tongue swirled wildly, a frenzy coursing through her, the burning desire making his penis swell and hard. He thrust his hands behind Zhou Mei's shorts, kneading her firm, full buttocks, then slowly lifted her up, turned her around, his lips leaving hers, and placed her on the soft single bed. Zhou Mei, stiff and numb, allowed himself to be manipulated, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying boundless pleasure. Da Gang frantically groped her body, and she, in turn, slipped her hands inside his shirt, caressing his smooth, glossy chest, the sensation of his skin being soothingly delicate. Zhou Mei's shorts had fallen to the floor, and her underwear had flown onto the sofa. Stripped naked from the waist down, she showed no shame, instead spreading her legs wide. Zhou Mei's full mons pubis was laid bare before him, eliciting both surprise and curiosity from Da Gang. Thick pubic hair curled over her plump labia, a slightly parted cleavage revealing pink petals, glistening with moisture.

He realized he was staring unabashedly at her lower body. A woman's secret garden conceals many unspoken desires, and her hands instinctively covered herself. He grasped Zhou Mei's wrists, gently but firmly moving them away. Zhou Mei blushed, her body instinctively twisting unnaturally. He gently stroked her with his thick, long fingers. His fingers entwined around a tuft of her downy hair, his fingertips teasing her moist labia.

Zhou Mei stared in disbelief, forgetting to push his hand away. Under his caresses, she let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body suddenly going limp, as if falling into an abyss.

4.

At this moment, before Zhou Mei stood a naked male body, a chest as strong and imposing as steel. His thighs were so prominent and erect, the muscles quickly contracting and hiding behind him.

She looked down at the legs, her eyes fixed on them, where some thick, sparse hair grew, jet black from her honey-colored skin. He swooped down like a roc spreading its wings, his jagged bones almost bursting through his white, rough skin. Da Gang roughly pressed his body down heavily, and Zhou Mei's soft body seemed to meet him.

She touched his warm, rough, sack-like weight.

Da Gang slowly entered her body, his penis as large and powerful as his body. As he squeezed her, Zhou Mei felt her primal instincts erupt like a volcano. With each powerful downward thrust, her bones moved against her snow-white skin. He transmitted a surge of burning light and heat to her; she felt nothing but a red-hot iron embedded inside her, stirring restlessly. The fiery iron mingled with the gushing fluids, creating a cloud of steam, and even the physical pain became an unspeakable release and pleasure. Zhou Mei struggled to spread her legs; she was now completely under this man's control. She felt that this man was someone who could bring her pleasure; he was a born expert at pleasing women. Zhou Mei was excited by this wondrous feeling, different from anything she had experienced before. She had discovered a new world, a world that brought her unprecedented joy. She felt as if she were standing on a new continent, slowly entering a wonderful world under Da Gang's guidance.

Gradually, Zhou Mei suddenly relaxed, her panting subsided, her breathing even, matching the rhythm of his movements. But once he stopped, the burning sensation disappeared, and a void returned to her body, an indescribable anticipation, a longing for him to thrust again. Once he started thrusting, even her heart and lungs felt like they were on fire, she almost wanted to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames burning within her. Da Gang, his mouth wide open, breathed heavily, thrusting into her slowly or forcefully, biting her nipples, squeezing her soft breasts, each movement so perfectly timed, until he was utterly exhausted.

Da Gang's fierce and precise movements overwhelmed and suffocated Zhou Mei; their bodies moved on their own, their movements so perfectly synchronized. Each of his rises and falls was so effortless and steady, without the slightest mishap, as if this was where he was meant to be, while she, lying below, arched her back and spread her hips, waiting anxiously. Only when he penetrated her deeply did she feel at ease, the heavy burden giving her a kind of oppressive pleasure. All their movements seemed intertwined, inseparable, intimately connected, perfectly synchronized. He rolled and tumbled over her, her breasts offering him loving friction, relieving the hunger of his skin and soul. His entire weight, rolling and churning, was like a caress to her. She was clearly exhausted by him, her back almost too heavy to straighten, her raised legs trembling, yet the maddening movements never ceased.

Zhou Mei rolled over, stretched out her arms, and straddled him. Her wet mons pubis was positioned to guide his erect penis. She looked at his face, and he stared at her crotch in disbelief. She moved her plump buttocks to engulf his large glans, her hands still squeezing his penis, her fingers touching his pubic hair, circling it incessantly. She touched his scrotum, kneading it, not letting go even after he was inside. Finally, she released her hands, allowing him complete freedom to enter. He thrust deep inside her, and she leaned back, her head thrusting forward, feeling as if she were melting. His hands, however, gripped her like vises, preventing her from falling. Zhou Mei seemed to be controlled and manipulated by a vast, invisible will, being pushed down and tossed up repeatedly, over and over again, each repetition more intense than the last, leaving him breathless. An unprecedented experience surged from the depths of her soul, a blissful pleasure rippling outwards like waves on a calm lake.

His mouth opened, letting out a joyful shout, tinged with a barely suppressed moan. Zhou Mei moved against him, her movements becoming increasingly rough and rapid, his body reacting passively, shuddering repeatedly. His fingers dug deep into her flesh. Zhou Mei screamed, freeing one hand to slap his thigh, like riding a horse. Da Gang cried out hoarsely, slightly raising his body. Zhou Mei sensed his reaction and pressed down on him even harder, her heart filled with triumph. She had never tasted the victory of conquering a man, winning his heart by possessing his body. She was past that stage of life, but here, time stood still.

Zhou Mei felt extremely happy, her muscles taut, the throbbing in her lower abdomen indicating her extreme satisfaction; she awaited his final ejaculation to bring her to climax. Da Gang didn't disappoint her. As she waited for her to reach satisfaction, his right hand moved from her waist to her right breast, squeezing it tightly, almost unbearably. Then he bent his fingers and pinched hard in her cleavage, leaving five red nail marks on her fair skin. At the same time, he thrust his penis against her body, her vaginal walls contracting, the intense spasms of her sexual desire stimulating his orgasm, so much so that he ejaculated within seconds of her climax.

Zhou Mei lay limp on top of him, her body weak, and it took her a while to recover. She felt like a different person, a feeling of rebirth. Looking at the man beside her, she knew he had conquered her. Oh!

He was so wonderful. Although she desperately didn't want to be conquered by a man, didn't like the domineering control of a single man, and didn't want her life disrupted, she felt that from now on she couldn't live without men. She had fallen into this strange and wonderful game, unable to resist the devilish charm of men, who brought her immense pleasure.

That day, Zhou Mei left school early, unable to wait for her son Fang Zhou to get out, and rushed home. Now, the impossible had happened, and she was completely flustered. There was certainly no one home at this time; she needed to sort things out first. Even if it was a crime, she needed to understand it herself. Even if she had made a mistake, she wanted to know where she went wrong and how much this mistake would change her and her family's future. Da Gang's semen was still fresh inside her; she just wanted to take a shower and thoroughly clean away the traces of their affair. On the way home, everything around her, even a familiar old leaf, seemed strangely new, as if reminding her that life could always create something beautiful. When she got home, the first thing she did was look in the mirror, and the image she saw shocked her.

She never considered herself a stunning beauty; she could only say she was pretty and had a good temperament. But now, in the mirror, her lips were fuller and redder, her eyes larger and sparkling, and her cheekbones more prominent.

Her hair was thick and gleaming with a healthy sheen. This excitement, this indulgence, had a peculiar effect on her.

She was more beautiful. She had reshaped herself. This filled her with joy, yet also a little fear.

She returned to the sofa in the living room, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the back of the sofa. The power of her heightened sexual desire had surprised even herself; she thought it was all because of Zheng Dagang—how intense her reaction had been! At that moment, Zheng Dagang's smile immediately flashed into her mind. His smile gave a warm feeling; perhaps her initial attraction had begun with his smile. Zhou Mei still couldn't believe it had happened; she had actually made love with a young colleague, even though her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her hands were all reminding her of his embraces and kisses. She still found it all unbelievable. Since her awakening to love, she hadn't experienced anything other than Fang Wenfeng's embrace. Sometimes she could tell from the gaze of men that her husband wasn't the only one willing to have sex with her. But she never thought about it too much. She felt that the men who stared at her so intently were also staring at other women with lust, so she didn't feel any particular danger. Besides, she also felt that the force surrounding her that rejected men other than her husband wasn't in her heart, but in the air above her. She thought maybe it was something God wouldn't allow, so she didn't think about it much. She thought about how she was already having an affair with a young man, how she had fallen for him. Would this hinder her husband, her son, and the family they formed? Her answer was no. Since it wouldn't, why not open the floodgates of feeling, let her emotions be soothed, and let her desires be satisfied?

Fang Wenfeng always used his key to open the door when he got home, but today, as soon as he took out his key and inserted it into the lock, the door opened, and Zhou Mei greeted him with a smile. He habitually put his bag in front of the refrigerator and saw that Zhou Mei was wearing a pink nightgown with a wide, open neckline, revealing her fair neck. He said, "Woman, I'm starving." "It'll be ready soon," Zhou Mei said, turning to go to the kitchen. Wen Feng saw her supple waist swaying like the wind, her plump hips twisting with irresistible allure, and his heart warmed. He followed her into the kitchen, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently kissed her lips. Turning back to look at the food Zhou Mei had prepared, his appetite was whetted. He reached out and picked up a piece of meat, throwing it into his mouth. "Go change your clothes. We'll eat as soon as Fang Zhou gets back," Zhou Mei said. Fang Wen Feng looked at her with a smile. He was certain that Zhou Mei wasn't wearing anything under her nightgown. Through the white floral cotton fabric, he could see her nipples protruding. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and pulled Zhou Mei back into his arms. He kissed her exposed skin passionately, thinking, this is a real woman. She's prepared a delicious meal for you, standing at the table in sexy clothes, waiting for you.

He sucked on the cool saliva in her mouth, his hands reaching behind her back to lift her nightgown. His hands immediately danced like two runaway horses, leaping and bounding over Zhou Mei's smooth, undulating buttocks. He gripped her firm hips until she groaned.

When his hand slipped inside her panties, Zhou Mei was startled. Even though she had showered, she wondered what Wen Feng could discern from that swollen mons pubis. She removed his hand, forcing a smile: "We're an old married couple, and you're still so lustful." Wen Feng reluctantly withdrew his hand, then mocked himself: not all men are like him. When Fang Zhou returned, Zhou Mei pointed to the food on the table, telling him to wash his hands and eat it while it was hot. Fang Zhou took a deep breath, then said, "There's a peculiar smell in this house." Zhou Mei, sitting at the table, felt a jolt, wondering if her son had smelled something. Wen Feng asked, "The smell of braised pork?" "It's a woman's smell," Fang Zhou said playfully. Wen Feng asked again, "What's the smell of a woman?" "It's the smell that makes a man feel happy and satisfied when he smells it in the home," Fang Zhou continued, leaning on the back of his chair. "The aroma of food, the clean smell of the sheets, the faint scent of cosmetics... I can't quite describe it, it's very complex." "If you can't describe it , then let's eat first," Wen Feng urged,

putting down his chopsticks. "Alright, alright, don't waste time," Zhou Mei said, and Fang Zhou went to the table without washing his hands. Zhou Mei watched her son chew, his expression like that of an easily satisfied big child. His bare arms showed visible muscle bulges as he used chopsticks. She looked at the back of his neck; his hairline was neatly trimmed, his neck sometimes close to the clean shirt collar, sometimes separating when he lowered his head, always giving a clean and refreshing impression—he was a neat boy. “Mom, after class we played ball with Teacher Zheng, and he asked about you!” Hearing her son say this, Zhou Mei felt a pang of guilt. She glanced at Wen Feng, who had finished eating and was picking his toothpick and watching TV on the sofa. Zhou Mei asked, “What did he ask?” “He asked about our family, about Dad, Mom, and Teacher Zheng just arrived. How come you're so familiar with him?” Zhou Mei blushed and quickly said, “Not really, Mom learned to play ping-pong from him.” “Teacher Zheng is good at basketball too,” Fang Zhou praised, extending his left hand towards Zhou Mei, making a shooting motion, and then pulling it back. Zhou Mei thought, his hands are big, his fingers are long, but his hands are very soft.

“He also asked how your relationship with Dad is?” Fang Zhou continued. Zhou Mei looked around the living room in surprise, seeing that Wen Feng hadn't noticed their conversation. She said, “Don't tell him anything.” But a wave of panic washed over her. Fang Zhou nodded, seemingly understanding, and as he left the table, he suddenly whispered in Zhou Mei's ear, "Many of the girls in our class like him." Zhou Mei slapped him lightly and said, "What does that have to do with me?" But inside, she felt a sweet, honey-like warmth, and even as she washed the dishes in the kitchen, a smile lingered on her face, and she hummed a popular love song.

Chapter Two

1.

Fang Zhou followed his mother, Zhou Mei, home. The first thing he did upon arriving home was to lock himself in his room. He didn't turn on the lights; only the shadows of nearby high-rise buildings shone through the window. He lay down on the iron bed with his hands behind his head. The blankets and sheets were still neatly folded, and his clothes, starched stiff, hung on the back of the chair. Fang Zhou had always been a bit of a neat freak due to Zhou Mei's influence since childhood, but the tidiness of his small room made him uncomfortable. His hair was damp, and his cuffs were covered in mud and grime, smeared from the walls of the school gymnasium. He really didn't want to lie on the iron bed like this, disheveled and dirty, but he was too tired, his mind numb, devoid of any thoughts.

He couldn't recall what had happened that afternoon. His mind was in turmoil; he had to piece together many things slowly. The neon lights of the tall building across the street flashed into the room like lightning through the window, casting a faint bluish glow on his pale back. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon Zhou Mei's underwear on the clothes rack on the balcony outside the window. He couldn't tell when it had started, but Zhou Mei's lingerie had become increasingly sexy and provocative. Her bra was thin, soft, and almost transparent, decorated with delicate lace trim; her panties were practically just a small piece of fabric, barely concealing her full mons pubis. Fang Zhou imagined what his mother would look like wearing those things, but couldn't quite picture it. He knew, however, that Zhou Mei had a plump, round bottom, perched high, perfect for Da Gang to thrust into from behind. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat; his penis became erect. Without further thought, he pulled down his shorts and gripped his penis tightly, stroking it up and down.

A gentle breeze brushed past, causing the red, transparent underwear hanging on the clothes rack to sway in the wind. Something seemed to stimulate Fang Zhou's mind, making him feel numb. He could no longer control his body; he knew he was about to ejaculate. Just before his climax, more erupted—a burning sensation deep within his spine, growing hotter and hotter. Before, he could barely breathe, but now he was panting heavily. He increased the speed of his masturbation, gripping his penis tightly. His penis grew even thicker with excitement. He felt as if his soul had left his body and was soaring through the air. He wanted to ejaculate, to ejaculate, but his extreme excitement didn't immediately reach its peak; in fact, he seemed able to continue. That feeling was fucking amazing! So much so that he could barely bear it.

As he ejaculated, he babbled incoherently, but his mind was filled with images of his mother, Zhou Mei's, alluring and smooth lower body.

Before the first thick stream of semen gushed from his penis, he felt a large amount of fluid flowing from the glans. Moreover, he felt an unbearable pressure and slight pain in his lower abdomen. Suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer, and his penis erupted, a thick, trembling stream of semen shooting out, spurting into the air before landing on his abdomen and his thick pubic hair. He finished ejaculating, trembling, feeling utterly weak. He released his penis, sprawling lazily on his back on the bed. This was the most unbelievable and intense orgasm Fang Zhou had ever experienced. After an unknown amount of time, he regained control of his body. He arched his back on the bed, exhaling a long breath, then another. He relaxed, leaning back slightly, his slowly contracting penis gradually softening, unwillingly.

Fang Zhou's night was chaotic; his body tossed and turned on the bed. He recalled his mother Zhou Mei's recent changes, and suddenly he made a significant discovery: Zhou Mei's breasts seemed higher and her buttocks rounder and more pert than before. He noticed that when he walked into the school with his mother, there were always some strange glances directed at them. He initially thought it was classmates or teachers mocking him for being so old and still hanging around his mother all the time, but now he realized they were after his mother's sexy body. Zhou Mei was also more wanton and seductive than before. Her laughter with the boys in her class was loud and shrill; on their way home, her eyes darted around seductively, like hooks; even when buying things at the grocery store, she smiled extremely flirtatiously, clearly trying to seduce men.

He tossed and turned until late at night before finally falling asleep, his mind filled with jumbled dreams, trying to remember something but unable to recall anything at all. In the morning, no matter how many times the alarm rang, he couldn't get up; his eyelids were too heavy to open. It wasn't until Zhou Mei knocked on the door that Fang Zhou finally struggled to get up. He rushed to the bathroom. Passing the kitchen, he saw Zhou Mei stirring rice porridge in a pot with a long-handled stainless steel ladle. Steam rose around her, creating a cozy and pleasant atmosphere. Fang Zhou carefully examined her face. He thought he could tell from her face; he remembered hearing that women who had cheated on their partners would have traces of their depravity on their faces. But there were no traces.

Zhou Mei's face looked thinner, her cheeks slightly sunken, as if she hadn't slept well the night before. Yet, her round eyes still sparkled with such allure. She said to Fang Zhou, "Hurry up, you're late." Fang Zhou ignored her, deliberately opening the bathroom door forcefully and urinating without closing it. Zhou Mei said disapprovingly, "You're a grown man now, aren't you ashamed to close the door?" Fang Zhou didn't respond, and instead, in a fit of pique, vigorously shook his now-empty penis. After washing up, he went to the dining room. Wen Feng hadn't gotten up yet, and Zhou Mei had already served him a bowl of steaming rice porridge. A familiar smell made him nauseous. He thought that this smell used to make him feel warm and comforted, but now it was unreliable. Zhou Mei was just deceiving him, preventing him from seeing her wanton and lewd side. He felt that the smell, like her, was deceiving him.

"Eat quickly, you'll be late," Zhou Mei warned. Fang Zhou continued to slowly break off pieces of bread and stuff them into his mouth. Even after Zhou Mei came out of the bedroom fully dressed, Fang Zhou was still leisurely drinking his porridge at the table, deliberately making loud slurping noises to appear vulgar and rude. Zhou Mei remained silent, leaning helplessly against the wall, waiting for him. Fang Zhou scrutinized her attire with displeasure. Actually, Zhou Mei's outfit that day wasn't particularly unusual; as always, it could only be described as beautiful and elegant. Her hair, styled in a bun at the back of her head, her fair neck, and her slightly exposed collarbone all reflected her dignified and refined taste befitting a teacher. But in Fang Zhou's eyes, the dark gray blazer with its wide collar, short waist, and only two tightly buttoned buttons close to the hem of the shirt seemed to be helping the garment bear the weight of Zhou Mei's overly prominent breasts. A skirt matching the blazer, its length barely reaching the knee—too short and narrow. Even more bizarrely, the slit was on the right side of the front of the skirt. Black, flesh-colored stockings, a black handbag with thin straps! Before Fang Zhou even understood why he was angry, he was already furious.

Fang Zhou's gaze felt strangely unfamiliar to Zhou Mei. She had seen her son's willful, angry, and even fierce gaze when he was angry, but this was the first time she had seen the coldness and rationality in his eyes. Even as they walked down the street, the ceaseless flow of people immediately swallowed them up. Zhou Mei found herself still unsure how to begin; she needed to gather her thoughts. She approached Fang Zhou and, as usual, placed her hand on his shoulder, but Fang Zhou removed it. "Just say what you want to say," he said, finding Zhou Mei's affectionate gesture insincere at this moment. "Fang Zhou, can't you forgive your mother?" Zhou Mei said in a low voice. Fang Zhou, facing forward, said through gritted teeth, "I'm ashamed to have a mother like you." Zhou Mei felt as if she had been unexpectedly punched hard in the face; her mind went blank. Her expression froze on the shock of a few seconds earlier; she even suddenly forgot what Fang Zhou had just said.

They stood beneath the bus stop sign, buses passing by one after another. Finally, their bus arrived and pulled up at the platform. The bus was already packed with passengers. Some got off, but more surged onto the bus. Fang Zhou, without looking back, swayed his broad shoulders and squeezed onto the bus. Usually, he would practically hug Zhou Mei and pull her forward to get on first. As Zhou Mei struggled to board, she saw Fang Zhou occupying two seats in the distance. She tried to squeeze forward, but saw him give up his seats to a pregnant woman. She had no choice but to reach out and hold onto the handrail, her body swaying with the swaying of the bus. Fang Zhou noticed that because his mother, Zhou Mei, had raised her arm, her collar had been pulled down to one side, revealing half of her breast—a plump, round, glistening, white, and tender half, with the lace trim of her bra faintly visible. This caught the eye of a man opposite her. Zhou Mei seemed to have noticed. She lowered her eyes, furrowed her brows slightly, and looked annoyed. She switched arms, and the man moved with her, his eyes almost falling on her exposed breasts. Zhou Mei slightly turned her head, and even with her eyes down, you could see her roll her eyes. A slight crease appeared on her drooping upper eyelids, and with that eye roll, her mouth moved slightly before she finally withdrew her arm. However, her body swayed violently, almost falling into the man's arms. A blush of embarrassment spread across her face, but she still reached out and grabbed the handrail again, turning her face to the other side.

The man became even more brazen, staring at her breasts, almost burying his face in her chest, his lewd face displaying exaggerated smugness. Fang Zhou was furious. He got up from his seat, placed his body in front of the man, and glared at him angrily. Zhou Mei felt like she had been saved. She lowered her arm, placed her hand on her son's broad shoulder, and smiled gratefully at Fang Zhou. The bus continued to sway, and Zhou Mei nestled her face against her son's, Fang Zhou's body like a solid wall, providing her with a sense of security. She smiled inwardly, perhaps the tense atmosphere between them had suddenly eased. But Zhou Mei still didn't know how to explain her situation. Looking at her son's expression, a mixture of precociousness and childishness, a thought struck her. This was, after all, her son; he had enough life experience. She should be direct and straightforward.

The bus arrived at the school gate, and Zhou Mei seemed to loosen her grip on her son's embrace. She got off the bus, protected by Fang Zhou. A refreshing breeze blew by, like the awkwardness she was about to face. But no matter what, life was coming, unavoidable. She watched the people passing by, carrying all sorts of bags and tote bags, hurrying towards their destinations. At that moment, the invisible hand that had been gripping her heart slowly loosened.

At the school gate, Fang Zhou said goodbye and walked away without looking back. Upon arriving in class, Fang Zhou placed his schoolbag at his seat. Because of his tall stature, he was assigned to a seat at the very back. The girl in the front row was named Hu Li. The boys secretly considered her the school beauty. During class, for no apparent reason, many crumpled pieces of paper would be thrown onto her desk, sometimes landing on his head and face. It

was rumored that she had already been won over by Gao Xiaotian, a student a year ahead. Fang Zhou smelled a strong fragrance emanating from her hair and body; he disliked women's perfume. Hu Li's thin, sky-blue school uniform revealed the bright red bra strap underneath. Fang Zhou guessed that she must have deliberately made the strap visible; Hu Li was the most pretentious. High school girls weren't allowed to perm their hair, but Hu Li's hair was always curled at the ends. He thought Hu Li must have been won over by Gao Xiaotian, otherwise her breasts wouldn't be so prominent. He imagined what Hu Li would look like naked, but he couldn't picture it at all. At that moment, images of his mother Zhou Mei's smooth, jade-like legs and full buttocks flashed through his mind. He thought that Hu Li, even naked, wouldn't be as pretty as Zhou Mei; Hu Li's buttocks were too small, and not as fair as Zhou Mei's. In class, Fang Zhou was absent-minded, his mind filled with strange and bizarre thoughts. Suddenly, the math teacher asked, "Fang Zhou, what are equal angles?" Fang Zhou couldn't answer and blushed.

"Of course you can't answer when you're looking around," the math teacher criticized him. The whole class burst into laughter. Hu Li turned around and made a face at him. Fang Zhou thought she was really ugly. Her face was heavily made up, her eyelids were covered in eyeshadow, and her eyelashes were curled. Her hair, seemingly frizzy like a bird's nest, was actually meticulously styled, with a few playful crescent-shaped bangs on her temples.

At the end of class, the music for the morning exercises began to play on the playground. The music drifted in and out, carrying a sense of ethereal power and intensity. The classes were noisy and chaotic, led by their teachers, with shouts, whistles, and reprimands mingling among the sounds. Fang Zhou saw Zheng Dagang in the ranks; a whistle was dangling from his mouth. He always wore red tracksuits, which gave his skin a rosy hue, creating a striking visual effect. Many girls were eagerly waiting. Fang Zhou vaguely heard Hu Li say to her friend, "Teacher Zheng is so cool!" But in Fang Zhou's eyes, he was no longer the person he worshipped as he had been yesterday. A classmate asked Fang Zhou, "Want to play ball with Teacher Zheng again this afternoon?" Fang Zhou replied dismissively, "Playing with him is boring." "Didn't you say you had a lot of fun playing with him?" The boy didn't understand how he had changed so quickly. Fang Zhou was also puzzled as to why he suddenly harbored such hatred towards him, feeling it was unfair and unreasonable to be so harsh.

2.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the lights at the school gate came on. A minute later, students began to emerge, some heading straight for the school gate, others going to retrieve their bicycles. There were many students attending tutoring classes, and the campus was bustling with activity.

Zhou Mei stood quietly on the west side of the school gate. She wasn't worried about missing Fang Zhou; even if more people poured out, she could recognize her son at a glance. But an hour passed, and Fang Zhou still hadn't come out. Zhou Mei couldn't stand it any longer.

The campus was almost empty, and the old man in the mailroom turned off the light at the main gate, plunging the campus into darkness. A cloud seemed to hang over Zhou Mei's heart as well. Zhou Mei held onto a sliver of hope; perhaps Fang Zhou was still in the basketball court, engrossed in playing. She walked with difficulty towards the basketball court. A teacher, drenched in sweat, emerged from inside.

Zhou Mei asked if anyone was still inside. The teacher told her that most had left, but perhaps a few hadn't come out yet.

The lights were on on the court, and a few figures were still shooting hoops. Her gaze, like a dragonfly, flitted from one face to another, trying to distinguish them. She didn't seem to fully trust her eyesight, calling Fang Zhou's name every now and then. People would always turn to look at her when she shouted, but it wasn't her son. Zhou Mei was frantic, like a headless fly. Then, she saw a light on in a room in the corridor. She ran there, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Da Gang, Fang Zhou is gone!" After her first time with Zheng Da Gang, Zhou Mei was like an addict. Her desires grew stronger and stronger. Sometimes, even if he hadn't asked her out, she would appear in front of him. Da Gang never disappointed her. When he pulled his swollen, hard penis out of his jeans,

he would immediately become aroused. Sometimes, to save time, Da Gang would take off her panties, lean her against the door, and thrust his penis diagonally into her vagina while supporting her, deeply penetrating her open, snow-white thighs. Da Gang was a graduate of a sports academy. Besides having a fit physique, he hadn't given up any sport to maintain his health. He often chose different positions. Zhou Mei liked them all and tried them one by one, quickly becoming fascinated by those novel positions that she had never dared to imagine before. She knew that only a young and strong lover like Da Gang could do this, seeing it as a magical gift from a true friend. And his penis, like every other muscle on his strong, dark body, was thick, large, and elastic, never disappointing her.

Da Gang was completely naked except for a pair of blue and white polka-dot shorts. His muscles were impressive, and his once flowing long hair was now a mess on his head and shoulders. "Fang Zhou is lost." "Lost?" Da Gang repeated. "Yes, lost, gone." Zhou Mei's voice was almost choked with tears. "How could such a big kid be lost?" Da Gang put on his clothes, looking at Zhou Mei's pitiful and completely helpless state. "Don't rush, explain things slowly." Da Gang looked at her, then looked away. "Fang Zhou and I made a promise, we had to wait for each other before leaving school, but I've waited until now and he still hasn't gone. I don't know where he went?" Zhou Mei's tone suddenly became like a child's. "Doesn't Fang Zhou have a cell phone?" Da Gang asked. Zhou Mei replied:

“No, I object to buying him a phone. Many excellent students in the class have seen their grades plummet because of playing on their phones.” “Has this happened before?” Da Gang was so busy asking questions that he didn’t see the tears silently streaming down her face until Zhou Mei let out a sob. He went over and put his arm around her shoulder, and she buried her face in his chest: “It was last time, that time he went home by himself.” “That time?” Da Gang asked. Zhou Mei didn’t look up, pointing towards the gym. A few days ago, Zhou Mei received a text message from Da Gang right after class: the gym was closed, and she was alone. Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Mei couldn’t help but head towards the gym. Because there was an event there the next day, the gym had been cleaned and renovated, and it was now completely empty. Passing by the gym, she saw Da Gang lying flat on the weightlifting bench, his legs on either side of his body, his back straight. He effortlessly lifted a weight bar up and down overhead. The same blue and white polka-dot shorts lay discarded on the floor, a dark, erect penis pointing towards the ceiling, swaying in a friendly manner.

"You're shameless. You'd be finished if someone walked in," Zhou Mei joked. Her provocative smile was a clear, purposeful signal; Da Gang knew she had aroused him.

He said, "If someone does come in, it'll be you." Zhou Mei's skirt was short and tight. As she walked towards him, her hands slowly moved upwards, unbuttoning the four buttons of her loose blouse from top to bottom. A barely perceptible smile appeared on Da Gang's face; this alluring woman was becoming increasingly wanton. He excitedly lifted a few barbells, then slammed them down onto the rack, his hands still gripping the barbell's handles. Zhou Mei's hands moved a few times inside her skirt, then suddenly pulled it high, removing her panties. Her long, slender, white legs were revealed, with a thick patch of dark pubic hair radiating outwards.

Her gaze lingered on his body. The man before her, with his muscular limbs and well-built chest, bewildered her. After all, she had never seen a man so completely naked before. His skin shone with a glossy sheen. She licked her lips. The briefs in her hand swayed in front of him, while her other soft hand roamed over Da Gang's chest, pinching his pectoral muscles and pulling at his nipples. She played with them repeatedly with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and kneading them until they turned reddish-brown. Da Gang looked increasingly uneasy, breathing heavily. She covered his face with her briefs, her free hand sliding down to below his bulging abdominal muscles, rubbing around his navel. Her hand then moved down, suddenly grasping his erect penis.

Da Gang closed his eyes, his erect penis held tightly in her grasp. Zhou Mei straddled him, rubbing her high mons pubis against his pubic bone, while simultaneously placing his long penis against her hot, throbbing spot. She lowered her body to touch it, and as his penis, like a snake with eyes, entered her vagina and pressed hard against her inside, Zhou Mei let out a series of ecstatic cries of "Oh, oh!" She gripped it tightly, her body twisting and turning up and down. Da Gang grinned crudely, his angular neck and taut muscles propelling the weightlifting machine upwards with confidence. "Cut the rhythm," he complained. Zhou Mei worked hard like an obedient girl, up and down, up and down, then sliding upwards to the top, one hand groping and covering his testicles; teasing and playing with them.

His penis, like an iron rod, thrust in and out of her, while Zhou Mei sat astride a wild, untamed horse like a knight. Her breasts, though still tightly bound in her bra, bounced merrily against his face. Da Gang laughed heartily, reaching out to grasp them, his hands accompanying their rhythmic movements, his breasts constantly touching and separating. His breathing grew increasingly rapid; she sensed a change in his body. His eyes burned, as if every part of his being was brewing an impulse. His angular face looked like it had been carved from stone. His fingertips touched her lips. She opened her mouth thirstily, and his thumb immediately slipped inside, intertwining with her tongue. She felt the saltiness of his skin as his thumb moved, and she inhaled deeply, her tongue clinging even tighter to it.

Suddenly, a surge of orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and paralyzed. Da Gang then placed his hands under her armpits, lifting her up and down as he had done earlier, muttering incantations. “Forty-nine, fifty,” he sighed with satisfaction, lowering Zhou Mei’s body. Zhou Mei lay against his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall, his two brown nipples erect. He was breathing heavily, his ribs flared, his lower abdomen sunken.

His thighs trembled, beads of sweat sliding down them. After resting for a while, Zhou Mei became restless again, a devilish, eerie smile appearing on his handsome face. He moved Zhou Mei’s body, and as he intended, Zhou Mei lay face down on the exercise machine, her hands on either side of her head gripping the barbell, her weight shifted entirely to her upper body, her legs spread apart. Her hair, which had been tied up, was now loose, her long black hair cascading down. Her whole body arched like a bow, her buttocks raised high…

Da Gang smelled a scent emanating from her lower body. It was a sweet fragrance, like flowers, mixed with an intoxicating musk. He stood behind her, lowered his head, his mouth close to her petals, his tongue licking them, and her petals contracted slightly. A warm, sweet liquid traveled from the tip of his tongue, inexplicably arousing him.

Zhou Mei wanted to scream for him to stop, yet at the same time, she wanted him to continue. These two thoughts clashed fiercely within her. No one had ever done this for her before; it was stimulating, but even more so, pleasurable, a feeling both novel and exciting.

Her face burned, and her vagina involuntarily began to undulate. "No, don't do this," she murmured, her voice soft, weak, and particularly suggestive, sounding less like a plea and more like a seduction. Da Gang extended his tongue and licked her petals, feeling a moist sensation. The soft skin, the delicate texture, the exquisite fragrance blended together like sweet nectar.

He no longer hesitated, opening his mouth wide to kiss Zhou Mei's petals, gently sucking, the hot, slippery liquid sliding into his mouth. His tongue penetrated deeply into Zhou Mei's body, and she groaned. He continued to probe deeper, Zhou Mei's buttocks pressed against his cheek, his lips and chin enveloped in the intense fragrance.

A nimble tongue teased the small clitoris at the top of her petals, slowly rubbing it repeatedly.

Zhou Mei's breathing quickened. Zheng Dagang seemed to know how to arouse a woman; she was completely captivated by that tongue. It licked and sucked incessantly around her petals, exciting her entire body. Then, the tongue curled into a straight line and entered her vagina, her vaginal fluids seeping out and flowing down her inner thighs, warm and comforting.

Zhou Mei couldn't tell if it was shyness or unbearable excitement; she turned her face to the side, revealing the outline of her straight, prominent nose. Her lips were full, slightly parted, exuding a thousand kinds of charm. A red line traced her fair skin at the corner of her mouth—a mark left by lipstick. She bit her lower lip, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Her body trembled; the unprecedented stimulation made her so uncontrollably passionate, and she had never felt such pleasure before. Her petals were swollen and full. Her body twisted and convulsed, slightly shrinking back. Her head twisted and turned, her hair flying wildly. At the same time, her moans changed, becoming soft and gentle. A restless light shone on her lovely face. She bit her lip, trying to hide her excitement; she had unconsciously acquiesced to this. This

couldn't go on any longer. Zhou Mei swayed her hips, showing her unease. Da Gang felt it was time. He thrust his erect penis, parting her warm pubic hair and gently rubbing it. As soon as he reached her, her labia opened and closed, seemingly thirstily awaiting his penetration. Da Gang thrust suddenly, his entire penis plunging into her. His hands tightly gripped her thighs, pushing up and down repeatedly, fiercely and forcefully, soon penetrating deep inside, gently teasing her. Zhou Mei seemed to have lost control. She began to moan, her hands gripping the bar tightly, her body twisting uncontrollably, her long hair cascading over her face, somewhat muffled her moans. Da Gang thrust his hips and abdomen even more violently, his penis moving in and out with vigor, smooth and delicate with each thrust. The feeling was wonderful, and Zhou Mei moved her buttocks to meet his thrusts, her body trembling violently, swaying as if she were about to collapse.

She couldn't care less about anything else; pleasure was the most important thing. Her uterus began to contract, waves of heat rolling down her lower abdomen, making her feel as if she were being burned alive, her whole body weak and sore. Zhou Mei knew her orgasm was coming, her whole body trembling. He felt it too, abruptly stopping his thrusting, pressing firmly inside her. Zhou Mei shuddered. Her mind went blank, and she moaned. She twisted her body, making sounds of pleasure like a cat in heat. Da Gang was writhing all over, squeezing with all his might. His penis stood erect, his scrotum tightened, and then he ejaculated, spurting out streams of semen. She used her throbbing vaginal muscles to tightly grip his thick, throbbing penis, filling her completely.

When Zhou Mei cleaned herself up and hurriedly ran out of the school gate, Fang Zhou was already gone. At this time, the entire campus was immersed in tranquility, with only the occasional student from the dorms passing by, diligently studying in the classrooms or library. Her first reaction was to call home. Thankfully, Fang Zhou answered. Zhou Mei angrily questioned him why he hadn't waited for her mother. He replied, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?!" Zhou Mei was speechless, but the gloom that had been weighing on her heart vanished.

The streetlights were already on, and the buses were less crowded. After getting off, she walked slowly, feeling no fatigue whatsoever. Fewer and fewer pedestrians were appearing on the street. She thought of Zheng Dagang again; she had done that with him, and the feeling still lingered in her body. She shook her head irritably, as if trying to shake off the memory. Rather than regretting giving up going home with her son because of what had happened, she couldn't understand why she had done it. When she reached the building, she looked up and saw the light in the window, and a warmth instantly filled her heart. That light was hers. Then tears streamed down her face. She had planted a seed of darkness within that light.

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