Time seemed to have been forcibly paused for a long time at this moment.
In the simply furnished hotel room, only the heavy breathing of the mother and son could be heard, as if their desires were intertwined and entwined under the dim light.
Wang Xiulan lay blankly on the bed, her beautiful phoenix eyes unfocused, staring straight at the magnificent, veiny penis in front of her.
Her lips moved, her throat was dry, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Although it wasn't the first time she had seen it, the penis in front of her had a strikingly similar outline to her husband Lin Jianguo's, but it was longer and more youthful and vibrant.
But in an instant, it was as if Wang Xiulan was back in that dark stairwell on New Year's Eve, with her son's hot breath on her lips.
Two images, one identical emotion, overlapped wildly in her chaotic mind, stirring up a storm that made her dizzy, mixed with shame and inexplicable palpitations.
At this moment, Lin Zhe's face was as red as a boiled duck.
Unlike the time in the restroom, this time he hadn't been drinking and was perfectly clear-headed.
Overwhelmed with shame, he hurriedly used both hands and feet to pick up the offending white bathrobe from the floor, haphazardly wrapped it around his waist, and then turned and rushed back into the bathroom.
With a bang, the cheap frosted glass door of the bathroom was slammed shut, temporarily blocking the complicated gaze from outside that made one feel somewhat ashamed.
Leaning against the door, Lin Zhe gasped for breath.
He looked down at his still erect and throbbing penis, and a sense of absurd powerlessness welled up inside him.
"Dude, you're really getting worked up here. That's your mom!"
However, after the wave of shame subsided, an even stronger desire emerged.
Lin Zhe closed his eyes, intending to clear his mind, but the image of his mother, Wang Xiulan, wearing a bathrobe appeared uncontrollably in his mind.
Her face, flushed and still beautiful from the steam, her deep cleavage barely visible from the neckline of her bathrobe, and her long, shapely legs, just covered by the hem of the bathrobe...
He doesn't know how much time has passed.
By the time Lin Zhe changed out of his down jacket and into his pajamas, and slowly emerged from the bathroom, Wang Xiulan was already sitting on the bed.
She lay on her side, her eyes gazing blankly at the dark night outside the window. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone on her, outlining her exquisite profile in a particularly captivating way. The curves of her body beneath the white bathrobe were voluptuous and graceful, exuding the intoxicating charm unique to mature women.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was so awkward it was almost palpable.
Lin Zhe lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong and was being punished by standing in the corner, wanting only to walk quickly to the bed at the back.
However, when he walked to the bedside and reached out to lift the blanket, he discovered that there was a hole the size of a palm in the middle of the sheet, with dirty yellow sponge sticking out and emitting a musty smell.
"...This hotel is terrible."
Lin Zhe subconsciously made a sarcastic remark.
Wang Xiulan seemed to be startled awake, and looking in the direction of the sound, she also saw the hole. With a slight frown, she walked over and her gaze fell on the hole.
"Honestly, it looks pretty clean, but the bed is all broken."
An unexpected event suddenly occurred, easing the awkward atmosphere somewhat.
"Never mind, it's too late, it's too much trouble to ask the front desk to change it."
Wang Xiulan sighed softly, and then her overflowing maternal love once again took over, overshadowing all the shame and excitement she had just felt.
"Come sleep here, Xiao Zhe. The bed is big, you can squeeze in."
She raised her hand and gently patted her perfectly intact bed.
"We're mother and son, not strangers, so what's there to be ashamed of?"
Seemingly afraid that her son would refuse out of shyness, Wang Xiulan added another sentence, as if trying to persuade Lin Zhe, and also as if trying to persuade herself.
However, the words "mother and child" appear extremely ambiguous at this time.
As soon as the words left her mouth, both of them spontaneously recalled that night when the power went out.
In that stairwell, there was a kiss that, too, was given under the pretext of "mother and child," but ultimately ended in a loss of control.
Suddenly, a strange current, a mixture of excitement, tension, and guilt, surged through their hearts.
In the end, Lin Zhe did not refuse out of politeness.
Silently, he walked to his mother's bedside and lay down on the other side, somewhat reservedly.
Neither of them lay completely flat. Instead, they both chose to sit with their backs against the headboard, about a fist's distance between them. Neither looked at the other, but silently stared at the television screen in front of them.
The dim bedside lamp cast long shadows of them on the white wall, where they intertwined, making them appear exceptionally intimate.
The room was quiet, so quiet that you could clearly hear each other's slightly disordered heartbeats.
To break the almost frozen silence, Lin Zhe made conversation by starting to talk about funny things from his childhood.
"Mom, I remember when I was little, you took me to the mall once, and I think I threw a tantrum on the floor for a toy. Wasn't that embarrassing?"
Wang Xiulan was amused by her son's nonsensical recollection, and the tenderness in her eyes was like melting honey, almost overflowing.
Her tension lessened, and she turned her head to look at her son's handsome profile, which appeared exceptionally dashing under the light, and added:
"You weren't just lying on the floor crying. You sneaked off to the toy section when I wasn't looking, and we got separated. When I finally found you, all sweaty and exhausted, you were hugging a Transformers box, crying so hard that snot bubbles were coming out of your nose. You were sobbing and mumbling, 'Mommy is a bad person, she doesn't want me anymore.' Everyone on the floor was staring at you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe's face instantly turned red, and he scratched his head sheepishly.
"Huh? Is there such a thing? I have absolutely no recollection of it."
"You were only five years old then, of course you don't remember."
At this moment, Wang Xiulan's eyes were filled with warm nostalgia. She slowly reached out and habitually tidied the stray hairs on her son's forehead, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his warm skin.
"I remember one time when you had a high fever, almost 40 degrees Celsius, and your dad was away on a business trip. I was carrying you all by myself, running up and down the hospital, registering, getting tests done, and getting IV drips. I was up all night."
"You were delirious with fever at that time, and you kept holding onto my clothes tightly with your little hands, saying 'Mommy, don't go, Mommy, don't go.'"
"That night, I didn't dare leave your side for a moment, and I even held it in and didn't go to the toilet."
Listening to his mother's rambling recounting those childhood fragments that he had long since forgotten but were filled with maternal love, Lin Zhe's heart was slowly filled with a complex emotion that was both warm and bittersweet.
At that moment, the distance between the mother and son was infinitely shortened.
There was no more awkwardness or taboos between them; only the purest kinship remained.
For a moment, Lin Zhe even had the illusion that he was still that little boy who could shamelessly snuggle in his mother's arms.
Just as the topic was settled and the atmosphere became incredibly warm, Wang Xiulan suddenly let out a soft sigh.
"well..."
She stopped what she was doing, looking at her well-maintained hand, which ultimately couldn't completely resist the marks of time, and a hint of undisguised disappointment showed in her eyes.
"Sigh, in the blink of an eye, you two siblings have grown up, started your own families, and Mom… has grown old."
This sigh, filled with a woman's sadness at the passing of youth, pierced Lin Zhe's heart like a fine needle.
Lin Zhe suddenly turned his head and looked intently at his mother's face, which was still beautiful and charming, but with some fine lines inevitably appearing at the corners of her eyes.
A strong sense of empathy and pity welled up from the bottom of his heart.
Without thinking too much, Lin Zhe stretched out his young and strong hand and covered his mother's hand that was on the quilt.
That hand was warm and smooth like jade, soft and boneless. Holding it in his palm felt like holding a piece of fine, warm jade.
"Mom, you're not old at all."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Lin Zhe's voice carried a hint of hoarse sincerity:
"Just dress up a bit and go out. People who don't know you will definitely think you're my sister. Seriously, I was stunned when I saw you."
Driven by the ambiguous atmosphere and genuine emotions, Wang Xiulan forgot to break free this time.
She could clearly feel the warmth of her son's large palm, the warmth of a young man, each touch feeling like a burning sensation on her heart.
The little deer in her heart, which had been dormant for many years, started to pound uncontrollably again.
She even rediscovered a long-lost girlish charm, playfully pouting her full lips slightly:
"Hmph, so you're saying Mom doesn't look good without dressing up?"
As she spoke, she reached out her other hand and affectionately pinched her son's nose, just like she had done many years ago.
Lin Zhe's nose stung from being pinched, and he quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy, but a smile remained on his face:
"Oh, no, no! Mom, even without dressing up, you're the most beautiful woman in the world! Really!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan released her grip with satisfaction. Her beautiful phoenix eyes, still slightly moist from her earlier smile, gazed intently at him.
"real?"
Lin Zhe didn't say anything more, but looked straight into his mother's eyes, and then nodded solemnly and slowly.
"Um."
At this moment, time seemed to stand still once again.
In each other's eyes, they could only see each other's clear reflections.
All distractions, identity, and ethics seemed to melt away in this sincere exchange of glances.
Someone made a slight movement first.
Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, the two heads slowly drew closer and closer...
Lin Zhe could clearly smell the familiar fragrance in his mother's hair, mixed with her unique and comforting body scent.
Wang Xiulan could clearly feel the youthful hormones gushing from her son's nose constantly blowing on her cheeks, making her feel weak in the knees.
But just as their lips were less than a centimeter apart and about to touch, Wang Xiulan suddenly snapped back to reality as if struck by an electric current.
"no!"
"This is my son!"
This thought served as a wake-up call. Wang Xiulan coughed lightly, forcefully interrupting the impending kiss.
"Cough, no...it's getting late, go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow to pick up your sister."
After saying that, Wang Xiulan quickly lay down, turned her back to her son, and presented her beautifully curved back like a frightened ostrich.
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, almost as if it would jump out of her throat.
Seeing this, Lin Zhe also snapped out of his dazed state, his face burning with embarrassment.
The feeling he had just experienced, that excitement that made his heart race to the point of almost stopping, was almost as intense as when he fantasized about his wife Su Yu having an affair with his father!
At this moment, Lin Zhe suddenly realized that he might not actually have any particular cuckoldry fetish; perhaps he...
He's just a womanizer.
He harbors a primal urge towards any action that arouses his desire, even if that person is his own mother.
This idea struck Lin Zhe as both absurd and speechless.
"...Um."
Lin Zhe responded sullenly, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
The mother and son lay side by side on the same bed, their bodies stiff as rocks, neither daring to move, even their breathing deliberately slowed down.
Initially, most of the blankets were on Wang Xiulan's side, and Lin Zhe had half of his body exposed.
Although the room was heated, he still felt a slight chill, so he subconsciously pulled the blanket up a little.
This subtle gesture stirred up Wang Xiulan's maternal love, which was already ingrained in her bones.
"Oh, right, cover yourself with the blanket so you don't catch a cold."
As she spoke, she turned around very naturally and groped in the dark, just like she had done countless times when she was a child, to tuck the blanket around Lin Zhe.
However, just as her hand brushed across Lin Zhe's waist and abdomen, she inadvertently touched something as hard as iron.
Their bodies froze simultaneously.
Wang Xiulan's cheeks suddenly became incredibly hot.
She knew perfectly well what she had encountered.
Its astonishing hardness sent shivers down your spine even through the fabric.
After quickly pulling the covers over herself, Wang Xiulan turned her back again, her heart, which had finally calmed down, began to pound wildly again.
Lin Zhe, on the other hand, was indeed experiencing some discomfort from the hardness.
The thick, long penis was throbbing painfully inside his pants, and a trace of clear fluid had even seeped from the tip, soaking a small patch of his underwear.
Prolonged erections are harmful, both psychologically and physiologically.
Lin Zhe finally couldn't help but ask tentatively:
"Mom... how about I go sleep on that broken bed over there?"
If you go to another bed, at the very least you can do some handicrafts; but on this bed, there's really no way to do anything.
The fragrance emanating from his mother was like a potent aphrodisiac, constantly stimulating his nerves, which were on the verge of losing control.
After Lin Zhe finished asking his question, he was met with a long silence.
Just when he thought his mother wouldn't answer and was about to get up, he heard a faint reply from beside him.
"...Need not."
Lin Zhe froze on the spot.
Then, there was another long silence.
Just as Lin Zhe resigned himself to lying down again, preparing to endure the long night, Wang Xiulan's small, soft, and slightly trembling voice came from the darkness once more:
"Are you... feeling very uncomfortable?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe, who was lying flat, instantly tensed up like a fully drawn bow.
"What Mom means... could it be?"
A feeling of excitement mixed with shame made Lin Zhe answer softly:
"...Um."
After saying that, Wang Xiulan slowly turned around.
At this moment, her heart was filled with pity for her son's insatiable desires.
In her view, this was all due to her daughter-in-law Su Yu's dereliction of duty.
It was also filled with hatred for the dirty betrayal of her husband and daughter-in-law;
At the same time, it also contained her most primal desires as a woman.
Under the perfect cover of darkness, Wang Xiulan's slightly cool, trembling hand slowly touched Lin Zhe's thigh.
"Do you want... Mom to help you?"
She even leaned close to her son's ear and whispered in an almost dreamlike, incredibly soft tone.
But as soon as she said it, Wang Xiulan immediately regretted it.
She felt she must be crazy to say such things to her own son.
However, she showed no intention of removing her hand from her son's thigh.
Lin Zhe was also suffering greatly at this time.
It was still a man's instinct that made him nod subconsciously.
"...Um."
After answering, she found that her mother's hand was simply placed quietly on her thigh, without making any further move.
The wait suddenly felt even more unbearable than before.
So, Lin Zhe mustered up his courage once again, reached out and, in the darkness, accurately grasped the soft, boneless hand resting on his thigh.
At that moment, their breathing became incredibly heavy and hot.
Wang Xiulan's body trembled slightly at first, and then she gave up the idea of resisting, letting her son guide her.
Finally, through the pants, the mother's hand gently covered that incredibly hard penis.
"Hmm..."
In that instant, Wang Xiulan felt as if her palm had been scalded. The terrifying heat of her son's penis made her let out a soft moan.
Lin Zhe, already in a daze, silently guided his mother's soft hand to slide up and down her pants.
Each time Lin Zhe gently brushed against the sensitive glans, he would let out a gasp.
Wang Xiulan's movements, initially awkward, stiff, and at a loss, gradually became skillful and proactive, as if her long-dormant female instincts had been awakened.
With a hint of curiosity, she would occasionally use her soft fingertips, through the fabric, to carefully trace the outline of the full glans, feeling its slight pulsation under her fingertips.
Sometimes, I would press my palm against the thick shaft, feeling its firmness. Each up-and-down movement felt like a complete measurement of this weapon.
"It's so hard...so hot..."
Wang Xiulan couldn't help but marvel once again.
Lin Zhe's breathing became increasingly heavy and rapid in response to his mother's subtle movements.
My mother's hands were so soft and delicate.
Despite the obstructive pants, each friction brought him an unprecedented and intense pleasure.
The sensation on the glans became increasingly tingly and numb, and more and more lubrication flowed out. The entire shaft seemed to have a consciousness of its own, pulsating with Wang Xiulan's touch.
"Hmm... Haa..."
After an unknown amount of time, under Wang Xiulan's continued caresses, Lin Zhe felt that he could no longer hold back his ejaculation. With a muffled groan, a torrent of hot fluid gushed out violently through his pajamas and underwear.
Ah~
A sudden, violent impact and a rapidly spreading heat and moisture hit her palm, startling Wang Xiulan, who instinctively stopped what she was doing.
But Lin Zhe's body was still convulsing violently, and thick streams of semen continued to spurt out, spraying out more than ten times before he finally went limp.
...
Wang Xiulan lay diagonally on the bed, her mind a jumble of emotions, a mixture of morbid excitement from breaking taboos and a deeper, more intense sense of self-reproach and bewilderment.
I completely forgot that I should have prepared tissues beforehand.
While Lin Zhe got up to go to the bathroom to wash up, Wang Xiulan also quietly got out of bed, barefoot, and slipped to the sink. She turned on the tap and repeatedly rinsed her right hand, which seemed to have some of her son's sticky semen left behind.
No matter how loudly the water flowed, it seemed unable to wash away the lingering fishy smell, nor could it wash away the overwhelming sense of guilt in my heart.
Everything that just happened in the darkness was like an absurd spring dream, yet every detail was crystal clear.
The astonishing size of my son's enormous member, its terrifying heat, and the violent force with which it finally erupted...
Wang Xiulan had lived for over forty years and never imagined that she would use these hands to do such a thing for her own son.
A morbid sense of excitement, like the most hidden vine, quietly grew from the deepest part of her heart and tightly entwined her.
She felt utterly ashamed of her actions, yet she couldn't help but savor the intense thrill she had just experienced.
After washing her hands, Wang Xiulan didn't dare to look up at herself in the mirror. She quickly returned to bed and covered herself tightly with the blanket from head to toe.
Lin Zhe stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
First, she silently crumpled up the underwear that was completely soaked with her own bodily fluids and threw it into the trash can next to the toilet.
Then, I turned on the shower head and rinsed my lower body briefly with warm water.
The warm water flowed over the now limp penis, but it couldn't wash away the delicate touch of his mother's hand from his mind.
That feeling was so unreal, and so...exciting.
Lin Zhe had never experienced ejaculation like this before.
The pleasure derived from merely caressing through fabric was several times more intense than the pleasure of actually making love with his wife, Su Yu.
That taboo stemming from blood ties elevated the simple physical pleasure to a level that made his soul tremble.
When Lin Zhe returned to bed, he found that his mother had wrapped him tightly in the quilt, leaving only her long, black hair scattered on the pillow.
In the darkness, no one spoke again.
A period of time, neither too long nor too short, passed.
Lin Zhe was still reliving what had just happened. Just as his eyelids were getting heavy and he was about to fall asleep, the screen of his phone, which was placed next to his pillow, suddenly lit up.
His wife Su Yu's portrait came into view.
"It's so late, is she still awake? Could it be... that she's finished?"
Upon realizing this possibility, Lin Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly wide awake.
I carefully turned to the side, with my back to my mother, and then opened the message.
With just one glance, his pupils suddenly narrowed to pinpoints.
There is only one picture on the screen.
It is a picture that is enough to make any man's blood boil.
In the picture, his young, beautiful, and curvaceous wife, Su Yu, is lounging lazily on the familiar sofa in the living room.
Her eyes were glazed over, her pretty face was flushed, and her upper body was completely naked, exposing her large, perfectly shaped, snow-white breasts directly to the air.
One of the breasts had a pink nipple that stood erect and looked very attractive, while the other was completely covered by a man's head.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Lin Zhe recognized her at a glance from her slightly graying temples; it was his father, Lin Jianguo!
The composition of the photo is also very provocative, with Su Yu's pretty smiling face and her proud, snow-white breasts being sucked occupying most of the frame.
Lin Jianguo's face was cleverly concealed by Su Yu's breasts and arms, revealing only his sideburns and the back of his head, which were enough to prove his identity.
For Lin Zhe, this picture was like a potent aphrodisiac.
In an instant, his desire, which had just subsided, was violently aroused once again!
He felt his penis between his legs quickly become engorged with blood, swell, and harden, creating a high tent in his pants.
The size and hardness were even more exaggerated than when I was in front of my mother!
Lin Zhe bit his lip hard to keep from groaning out of excessive excitement.
At that moment, Su Yu sent a "V" emoji below the picture (✌️).
"They...have they really already done it??"
This realization, like a bolt of lightning, shattered the last shackle in Lin Zhe's mind.
Absurdity, sin, taboo, betrayal... all negative emotions fermented into the ultimate excitement at this moment!
He suddenly realized that his wife was right that night: one should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well.
If the goal is to pursue ultimate pleasure, then what reason is there to exclude the woman beside you who also exudes fatal allure?
A glint of light, ignited by desire, flashed in Lin Zhe's eyes.
In the next instant, as if he had made up his mind, he turned around gently, then reached out his left hand and slowly reached towards the soft waist of his biological mother beside him.
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