Lin Zhe lay behind Wang Xiulan, his penis throbbing painfully hard.
His trembling left hand slowly rose, initially tentatively, but finally landed steadily on his mother's curvaceous waist.
Wang Xiulan was not fully asleep at this time.
The farce she had just orchestrated had left her cerebral cortex in a state of exhaustion following extreme excitement, her consciousness hovering between clarity and drowsiness.
When her son's warm, large hand, through her bathrobe, touched the most sensitive soft flesh of her waist, her body tensed instinctively, even before she consciously did.
Every muscle, every nerve, contracted in an instant, like a startled mouse.
Was it a dream?
The moment the idea popped into her head, she quickly dismissed it.
"No...this feels so real."
The outline of that hand, and the warmth emanating from it, were unmistakably clear.
There is only one answer:
"It's... Xiao Zhe."
Het own son.
Wang Xiulan's heart was in complete turmoil.
In her mind, it felt as if two voices were tearing her apart.
A voice representing ethics and morality:
"Push him away! Curse him awake! Wang Xiulan, wake up! Tell him this is wrong! This is incest! You'll go to hell!"
Meanwhile, another voice, suppressed for far too long and already distorted, sighed softly, seeking excuses for its son and for itself:
"He's still a child... He was starved by that vixen... Look how miserable he was just now... He was suffering, he just wanted to seek some comfort from his mother..."
Ultimately, the emotion called "motherly love," which had long since become corrupted, completely overwhelmed reason and took the lead.
Wang Xiulan chose the most cowardly, yet also the most indulgent approach: to continue pretending to be asleep.
She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the darkness, and said to herself:
"Let him touch me for a while... just a little while... until he's satisfied, he'll stop on his own..."
Lin Zhe noticed that his mother's body was a little stiff from the hand that was resting on her waist, and knew that she must have woken up.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
but...
His mother didn't push him away, nor did she scold him.
He just lay there, frozen, letting his hand linger on her waist.
This discovery, like a signal flare, illuminated the night sky.
"Mom...she's tacitly approving it!"
Lin Zhe's courage immediately grew.
His hand no longer lingered, but began to slowly and gently caress his mother's waist.
The amazing elasticity is conveyed through the bathrobe, and the feel under the palm is firm yet soft, without an ounce of excess fat.
Lin Zhe's heartbeat quickened, his breathing became rapid, and his penis throbbed with pain. He could even feel the tip of his penis uncontrollably secreting a little bit of fluid.
His hand, as if possessing its own will, moved slowly forward along his mother's graceful waistline, eventually covering her flat, firm abdomen.
It's softer here than on the side of the waist, and beneath the palm is a touch that is both familiar and strange.
An absurd yet undeniably real thought uncontrollably surfaced in Lin Zhe's mind:
This is the place, this warm and mysterious place, where he was born.
From an egg, it slowly grows into a baby, goes through ten months of pregnancy, and then is born.
Everything he is stems from this.
Lin Zhe suddenly felt a shiver deep in his soul. It wasn't the warmth of a ship finding its harbor after leaving port, but a more primal impulse!
He wanted to crawl back in, to return to his original, and only, home!
As Lin Zhe's fingertips gently traced across her lower abdomen, as if exploring, Wang Xiulan's body trembled slightly again, and a suppressed groan escaped her throat:
"Um..."
Mom is really awake! And she can feel it!
This realization made Lin Zhe's blood boil!
He greedily stroked his mother's lower abdomen twice with his palm, and could no longer suppress his most primal desires.
They slowly made their way directly toward those two softer mounds, sacred places symbolizing ultimate motherhood.
Men love breasts, and Lin Zhe finally understood that it wasn't just because of their softness, but also because the existence of "breasts" represented all male creatures' desire for "home".
However, just as Lin Zhe's fingertips were about to touch that soft edge, Wang Xiulan's body suddenly twisted dramatically, as if she were chasing away annoying mosquitoes in her sleep.
Lin Zhe instantly understood the resistance implied in it.
Thinking that his mother might not have fully opened up yet, Lin Zhe stopped the urge to touch her breasts.
But he didn't intend to stop there completely. Instead, he slowly reached down with that wicked hand.
His hand slid over Wang Xiulan's lower abdomen and slowly moved to her round, plump buttocks.
"oh..."
Even through his clothes, the full, fleshy sensation in his palm made Lin Zhe almost groan out loud with pleasure.
He don't know if it's because she's had children or because of the fragrance of time, but the feeling in his palms is completely different from the shapely buttocks of his young wife.
Su Yu's buttocks were firm and full of vitality, while his mother's buttocks were fuller and rounder, full of the mature charm unique to mature women.
Lin Zhe placed his entire palm on it, carefully feeling the perfect touch of those two round, fleshy buttocks.
They even went so far as to use their fingers to gently press and knead the crease between their mother's buttocks.
Just then, a large truck roared past outside the window, its muffled engine sound filtering through the thin windowpane.
The voice from the "normal world" made Wang Xiulan's body tremble violently.
The sensation coming from her thighs sent shivers down her spine.
She knew she should push her son away immediately and end this farce.
But she never mustered the courage to face it all.
What should she do if her son becomes estranged from her because of her refusal?
Her husband has definitely cheated on with his daughter-in-law, and their marriage has come to an end.
At this moment, her son is the most important man in Wang Xiulan's heart.
To avoid upsetting him, Wang Xiulan was willing to endure this torment.
Just like how she has endured Lin Jianguo's brutal sexual acts over the years.
However, what Wang Xiulan initially perceived as torment gradually transformed into a kind of pleasure under Lin Zhe's gentle touch.
It was as if her body, which had been dormant for many years, had been awakened.
A familiar yet unfamiliar tingling current shot from the area that had been repeatedly kneaded straight to the top of her head, making Wang Xiulan feel weak all over.
And at this moment, the secret path that had been dry for many years quietly oozed a little bit of slippery honey, wetting a small patch of underwear.
Her body trembled slightly, and she involuntarily shifted her buttocks back a little, wanting to get more pleasure.
Feeling his mother's physical reaction, which felt like a positive feedback on his actions, Lin Zhe's desire grew even stronger.
After enjoying the intense sensation for a moment, his hand continued forward, following the perfect curve where his hips and thighs met, preparing to explore the more forbidden triangle area.
However, this time, he encountered clear obstruction.
Just as his hand was about to reach its destination, Wang Xiulan's two fair and slender legs suddenly clamped together tightly! Like a sturdy iron clamp, they firmly blocked the path of that large hand.
This was the last resistance she could muster as a mother, driven by reason.
Lin Zhe's hands were trapped between Wang Xiulan's legs, preventing him from moving forward even an inch.
But of course he wasn't going to give up; his penis was already painfully hard.
Since his hand is blocked, let's try something else.
Knowing that his mother was awake and had tacitly approved of his previous actions, Lin Zhe steeled himself and pressed his chest even closer to his mother's back, so that she could clearly feel his pounding heartbeat.
Then he arched his back slightly, driving his hot penis, through two thin layers of fabric, aimed precisely at the tempting crevice squeezed by the buttocks, and pressed it against it!
Because it was dark and her vision was blocked, her other senses were amplified. Wang Xiulan could clearly see the outline of that thing, its full, umbrella-shaped tip pressing forcefully against the most sensitive indentation between her buttocks.
The astonishing heat seemed to burn through both layers of fabric, directly scalding deep into the body.
A stimulating current, a mixture of fear, shame, and intense anticipation, instantly swept through her entire body.
She could no longer control herself, and a soft, yet incredibly alluring moan escaped from deep within her throat.
"Hmm~"
That delicate groan seemed to be the clarion call before the final assault.
Lin Zheye simply stopped pretending.
He buried his face deep in his mother's fragrant hair and took a greedy breath.
Then, the hand that was still between her legs suddenly tightened, pulling Wang Xiulan's plump and soft body even closer into his arms.
At the same time, he began to rhythmically sway his waist and hips.
That scalding hot penis rubbed back and forth slowly, with a grinding motion, between Wang Xiulan's soft, firm, and incredibly elastic buttocks...
With each thrust forward, Lin Zhe could feel the tip of his penis sinking deeper into that soft crevice, while his mother's body trembled slightly with his movements.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Two suppressed moans escaped from Wang Xiulan's lips.
Her left hand rested weakly on the mattress, her body limp and weak, barely able to withstand her son's manipulation from behind.
Hearing his mother's soft moan again, Lin Zhe knew that the time had come.
He didn't withdraw his hand from between her legs. Instead, he used force again to slowly turn her limp body over, making her lie flat on the bed facing him.
By the faint light streaming in from the window, Lin Zhe saw his mother's beautiful phoenix eyes, which were veiled with a hazy, alluring mist due to extreme shame and indescribable emotion.
Lin Zhe couldn't resist leaning down, getting close to her ear, his lips almost touching her small earlobe:
"Mom...I feel so bad...I really feel so bad..."
"Just now... just now using my hands wasn't enough... I need more..."
Her son's hot breath suddenly sprayed into Wang Xiulan's ears and neck, arousing a series of sensitive shivers in her.
"Just once, please? Mom... please, just once... let me in..."
Lin Zhe's repeated pleas made Wang Xiulan's already crumbling moral defenses even more fragile, on the verge of collapse.
"No... Xiao Zhe, we can't... we can't do that..."
Wang Xiulan's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz, utterly lacking any persuasiveness. Lin Zhe pleaded again:
"Mom... just once... it's okay... no one will know... please give me just one time... I feel so bad..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan bit her lip with difficulty, but still refused:
"...No...you can't..."
Seeing that his mother still refused, Lin Zhe changed his approach and said:
"Then...can I...use my hand again...?"
Hearing that her son was willing to compromise, Wang Xiulan breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Yes, as long as we don't do that... as long as we don't actually get together, I'm still his mother, and he's still my son. This is just... just helping him solve his physical needs..."
So she slowly nodded:
"...good."
A sly glint flashed in Lin Zhe's eyes:
"...Okay, thank you, Mom..."
Just as Wang Xiulan was about to repeat the process, placing her hand on Lin Zhe's crotch again to masturbate him, Lin Zhe suddenly grabbed her hand and said:
"Mom, wait a minute, I'm taking my pants off."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhe acted swiftly, looking even more eager than when he first made love with his wife.
Seeing this, Wang Xiulan was startled and asked weakly, "Can... you not take it off? It's okay if... even through your pants..."
Lin Zhe firmly refused, saying, "No way, Mom. I just threw away my underwear, and now I'm all naked. If I get these pants dirty, I'll freeze to death tomorrow."
This reason was so compelling that Wang Xiulan could not refute it.
She pursed her dry lips, but ultimately said nothing more, which could be considered tacit consent.
Lin Zhe chuckled inwardly, quickly took off his trousers, and lay back down in bed.
"Mom, come on."
Seeing her son lying stiffly on the bed, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, Wang Xiulan's heart, filled with shame and tension, was actually amused by his shameless appearance.
"Look at you, your pathetic sight."
She gave a coquettish remark, and then, as agreed, slowly extended her right hand from under the covers.
This time, without any clothing obstructing the view, Wang Xiulan's slightly cool, well-maintained hand precisely and firmly grasped her son's already fully awake and erect member in the darkness.
When Wang Xiulan first came into direct contact with that scalding hot, veiny, and rock-hard penis, she couldn't help but gasp.
"It's so hot...so hard..."
The sensation in her palm seemed even stronger and harder than when her husband, Lin Jianguo, was at his most virile, and it throbbed restlessly in her hand.
While feeling ashamed at the thought of her son's substantial potential, Wang Xiulan also felt a strange sense of relief.
Just as Wang Xiulan was lost in thought, gripping the pillar but not moving, she heard an urging voice in her ear:
"Mom, don't just stand there, move around! It hurts so much..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan trembled slightly, then suddenly came to her senses, her pretty face burning with embarrassment.
She feigned anger, lightly patted the hard thing, and spat:
"What's the rush! Hurry up and let it out quickly so we can get some sleep!"
Lin Zhe verbally agreed, but that wasn't what he really intended.
Now that things have come to this, if I can't sleep with Mom tonight, it will be incredibly difficult to find another opportunity like this in the future.
After making one last mental effort, Wang Xiulan finally gave up all resistance, took a deep breath, and began to gently move her hand up and down.
As a mother of two, her movements lacked the awkwardness of a young girl and instead displayed the initiative of a mature woman.
Learning from those vague impressions she's gleaned from who-knows-where, she used her entire soft, warm palm to completely envelop that incredibly hot, thick shaft, and with just the right amount of force and rhythm, slowly stroked it up and down.
With a hint of curiosity, her thumb slowly drew circles on the large, moist glans, which was already overflowing with clear prostatic fluid.
Each time the thumb passed over that tiny horse's eye, it elicited a heavy, suppressed gasp from the son beside her...
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