Chapter 103

“Splash!” I even heard the sound of something falling into the water.

The scene abruptly spun, icy seawater splashing up and blurring the lens, yet a blue-and-white figure, swirling in white foam and bobbing in the grey-green water, was still visible. The world was instantly filled with chaotic gurgling sounds and murky water. The light was dim, and the force of the current was astonishing, pushing and shoving the body like countless invisible arms.

Trying to drag everything into the abyss. Found it!

The mother’s long hair spread out like seaweed, and she struggled in the water, trying to resist the pull of the current, but her movements were already somewhat weak. The camera zoomed in quickly, showing Zhao Chenyu struggling to swim closer, stretching out his arm, and suddenly grabbing his mother’s waist, lifting her towards the surface.

“Cough! Cough cough!” As soon as she surfaced, her mother’s violent coughing and terrified gasps were exceptionally clear. She instinctively grabbed Zhao Chenyu’s arm tightly.

“Don’t be afraid! Hold on to me!” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was mixed with panting as he tried to steady himself and swim her back.

But at that moment, another row of massive wave walls appeared without warning.

The ground pressed down! “Ah—uh!”

The view was instantly swallowed by the sea again, everything returning to murky darkness. A tremendous force slammed into the two of them. The camera spun wildly, completely losing its direction. The mother’s hand was swept away, and Zhao Chenyu could be heard choking on water, his muffled groans echoing in his throat, along with a terrifying, deep rumbling sound from underwater, like a call from the abyss, trying to drag everything into eternal darkness.

Several bubbles floated from the bottom of the lens to the top, until they disappeared into the endless blue. The unstable lens gradually came to a standstill in a black and blue space, and the light slowly faded…

But just then, a white object gradually approached the camera.

The screen began to shake violently, and the light gradually brightened until it was bathed in golden sunlight once again.

“Pfft—” The sound of the mother’s panting rang out. The camera shifted rapidly amidst chaos, from dark blue to blue, then to a mix of blue and yellow, then to an endless expanse of dusky yellow, and then—

“Zhao Chenyu! Wake up! Don’t scare me!”

A gradient of gold filled the view, presumably directed towards the sky. Sand and water droplets clung to the edges of the lens, causing the image to sway slightly. The mother’s soaked face dominated the field of vision; she was deathly pale, her hair plastered messily to her cheeks and forehead, water droplets constantly dripping from the ends and landing on her glasses. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with unprecedented panic and despair.

“Hold on! Do you hear me?!” The mother’s voice trembled violently.

Then, a pair of cold, trembling hands swept across the lens, and the lens began to shake rhythmically, accompanied by the mother’s muffled groans.

Is Mom performing CPR?

“Uh…” A faint groan seemed to escape from Zhao Chenyu’s throat, but the scene remained unchanged.

The chest compressions continued, accompanied by the mother’s tearful counting and increasingly rapid breathing. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, but she was still desperately trying to persevere.

Suddenly, the pressing stopped, like a rapid symphony abruptly interrupted, leaving behind a blank silence.

The dusky sky was obscured—Mom leaned down, her face drawing closer, incredibly close. She took a deep breath, and then, without hesitation, lowered her head—

The screen went completely black, with only a few slivers of dim light filtering through. It was Mom’s hair. Could it be… Mom was giving CPR?

The scene returned to normal, showing a dim, yellowish sky and a mother’s face filled with anxiety and despair.

She repeated the actions of chest compressions and artificial respiration, her strength visibly waning and her movements becoming distorted, but she did not stop.

This meant that, just as the mother was in despair, “Cough…cough cough…vomit—”

Suddenly, the camera jerked violently, and he coughed up seawater, some of which splashed onto the lens.

The mother’s movements stopped instantly; she seemed frozen in time, her shock and joy lingering.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Zhao Chenyu.

“Wan… Yi… Sister…” came a very hoarse and weak call.

Upon hearing that sound, all the strength seemed to drain from Mom’s tense body instantly, and she collapsed to her knees on the beach. She gasped for breath, like an athlete who had just finished a long-distance run, each breath filled with exhaustion and relief. Tears finally burst forth from her already red eyes, mingling with the seawater on her face and streaming down her cheeks.

“You scared me to death!” Mom slapped Zhao Chenyu’s chest hard, the slap carrying a hint of reproach and worry.

The sorrow was mixed with a sense of catharsis following the rescue.

“Hehe, I’m glad you’re alright!” Zhao Chenyu still had the energy to laugh.

“It’s good that everyone’s alright~ Waaah!” Mom’s tone was still…

A lingering fear. The mix of dread and relief from escaping death created a peculiar emotion that trembled in her voice. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to control her emotions, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like a long-accumulated rain finally finding its outlet.

“Sister Wanyi!” Zhao Chenyu suddenly shouted, stood up, grabbed his mother’s wrists with both hands, and before she could react, he pressed her heavily onto the sand beneath him.

The camera focused on the mother’s upper body. A blush gradually appeared on her pale face, like the fading sunset behind her. Her damp, black hair was disheveled, enveloped in countless tiny golden grains of sand. Zhao Chenyu held her snow-white wrists tightly, her delicate arms pressed against either side of her head, making her appear helpless yet alluring, like a work of art about to be created, awaiting the artist’s final touch.

One stroke.

Not only that, whether it was from falling into the water or from performing CPR on Zhao Chenyu, the left shoulder strap of Mom’s dress ripped, the thin strip of fabric hanging limply to the side. Her bra strap also slipped down, this unexpected damage almost completely exposing her left breast. The full, plump white flesh was almost spilling out from the thin bra edge, and the pink nipple trembled with her breathing, seemingly gradually…emerging…

The mother’s almond-shaped eyes, still streaked with tears, trembled as she scanned Zhao Chenyu’s face. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently, making her half-exposed breasts even more conspicuous; her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words, conveying everything only through her eyes.

Suddenly, the camera slammed down, and the distance between the two disappeared in an instant. All hesitation and worries were left behind, and Zhao Chenyu’s face was pressed against his mother’s face.

“Mmm—” The two of them, on the beach where they had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, kissed passionately and deeply, their lips tightly pressed together.

Clinging tightly to each other, tongues intertwined, breaths mingling, two souls were becoming one. In one corner of the scene, the tide continued to rise, the blue sea enveloping the mother and Zhao Chenyu, who were tightly embracing, flowing through the gaps between their bodies, as if to wrap them up into a single blue wave.

A giant, multicolored cocoon. “Pop!”

Her lips parted. The image of her mother’s breathtakingly beautiful face reappeared on the screen, but this mother was no longer the woman filled with fear and despair. Her eyes were filled with a golden mist, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, reflecting the ever-surging tide—a mesmerizing blue that overflowed her entire being, then gradually faded, only to be completely filled once more…

Sometime during the night, her mother’s arm had tightly wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s neck. The two looked at each other silently, their breaths growing more and more intimate and synchronized, their hearts gradually finding a common rhythm.

Suddenly, Zhao Chenyu picked up his mother.

“Ah—Zhao Chenyu, what are you doing~” his mother exclaimed, but the arms around his neck tightened even more.

“Back to the hotel!”

The screen went black, but didn’t light up again. I sat in front of the screen, my mind churning with a complex mix of emotions—wanting to keep watching, yet afraid to see more.

I didn’t know how I felt. Was it anger? Sadness? Or some indescribable complexity? As a son, seeing my mother so intimate with another man was a tearing feeling that almost suffocated me. But before I could think for a few minutes, before I could sort out my emotions, the scene changed again, taking me to the next scene.

The scene returns to the luxurious blue and gold hotel, the place where I first saw my mother’s nude photos, with the red sunset still shining through the window.

Inside the room, the large blue sofa had become the vessel for the desires of the mother and Zhao Chenyu.

They were embracing each other tightly in the soft, narrow space, just so they could have each other more.

I don’t know how many people saw them, so disheveled yet so intimate, from the deserted beach to the bustling, tourist-filled shore; I don’t know if, under the gaze of countless people, my mother was still being held, and whether her soaked dress remained in that half-concealed state, revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin; I don’t know what my mother’s expression was like along the way—was it shyness? Anticipation? Or regret and hesitation? I don’t know if, all the way to the hotel room, until Zhao Chenyu pressed my mother down on the sofa, my mother struggled, remained conscious, or realized that she was a married woman, a mother, and that the person holding her was more…

She wants a younger “son-in-law.” I don’t know…

“Mmm~” Zhao Chenyu pressed down on his mother, his entire weight on her, but she didn’t seem to mind; instead, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being possessed. His mother also wrapped her arms around Zhao Chenyu’s neck, her fingers running through his wet hair.

In the middle, their actions were intimate. The mother’s long hair was scattered among the cushions, the ends still dripping wet. It was clear that she had entered the hotel and, without even bothering to find a bed, had impatiently pounced on the sofa as soon as she saw it.

The azure sea ignited two vibrant hearts; the chill of impending death, ironically, fueled their burning passion. The salty sea air mingled with their intense body heat, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. This explosion of desire after teetering on the brink of death was more intense and irresistible than any drug. When a person returns from the edge of death, their yearning for life and their physical needs reach unprecedented heights, like a delayed celebration, a celebration of survival.

Zhao Chenyu’s hands greedily caressed his mother’s waist, while his mother’s hands writhed restlessly on his broad back, leaving countless tiny wrinkles on his soaked clothes. Even her two plump, shapely legs were spread apart and pressed against Zhao Chenyu’s thighs, her small feet constantly clinging to and rubbing against his firm buttocks.

Fall down, climb up again, fall down, and scrape up again…

As for why it fell down, it was because Zhao Chenyu, burning with lust, was frantically kissing my mother while his hips began to thrust suggestively. If it weren’t for his wet shorts and underwear still clinging to his body, I would have even suspected that Zhao Chenyu’s penis was already…

This was bound to happen sooner or later; it’s something that has already happened…

Their lips parted slightly, but the silver threads of saliva continued to linger between them.

The color in Mom’s face gradually returned, and not only did it return, but a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

Surprisingly, Zhao Chenyu didn’t rush to continue. Instead, he slightly raised himself up and said with a sincere and grateful look in his eyes, “Just now… I was really scared to death.”

“I was the one who was really scared to death!” The mother reached out and weakly patted Zhao Chenyu’s chest, but didn’t lower her hand afterward; instead, she gently stroked it. Her breathing became more rapid, whether from tension, lingering fear, or something else entirely, it was hard to tell.

lust.

“Sister Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu’s tone suddenly became incredibly sincere, “thank you for saving me.”

“You saved me,” Mom said, shaking her head, her voice already trembling with tears. “If it weren’t for you, I would have already…”

Zhao Chenyu immediately reached out and covered his mother’s mouth with his fingers, stopping her from saying anything more. Then, he said to his mother with utmost tenderness, “You saved me, and I saved you too.”

From this moment forward, our lives are intertwined.

The tears that had been welling up in Mom’s eyes finally burst forth as she nodded heavily, slowly sliding down her cheeks.

“Sister Wanyi…” Zhao Chenyu gasped, gently kissing the pulse beating on his mother’s neck, greedily savoring the salty taste of the sea mixed with the unique sweetness of a woman’s skin.

“Just now in the sea… I really thought I was going to lose you…” After he finished speaking, he slowly moved the hand that was covering his mother’s mouth away. But my mother’s head suddenly jerked upwards unexpectedly.

She actually took the initiative and kissed Zhao Chenyu again.

Take the initiative!

In an instant, I was completely petrified.

Zhao Chenyu immediately responded to his mother’s kiss with all his might. His mother’s head, which she had raised, was once again pressed heavily onto the sofa by Zhao Chenyu. The moment the back of her head touched the sofa, her tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, as if she had unloaded all her burdens, worries, and defenses.

Crystalline tears streamed down her face, forming two glistening streams that slid down to her ears and finally disappeared into her damp hair.

This time, the mother’s thighs were completely wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s waist.

Were Mom’s tears of sorrow? Were they tears of conflict between her roles as a wife and mother and her actions at that moment? Were they tears of happiness, tears shed after surviving a brush with death, to finally embrace those she cherished? Perhaps both, or perhaps many other indescribable emotions.

There’s a feeling in it. I don’t know.

Zhao Chenyu slowly raised his face, his incredibly bright eyes fixed on my mother.

“Wanyi, I want you. Let’s make love.”

Zhao Chenyu’s words made me forget to breathe for a moment. Is it really… really coming?

Her breath hitched; the sudden bluntness jolted her awake, like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head. She then turned her face away, unable to meet Zhao Chenyu’s burning gaze, and whispered, “No.”

Although his mother said no, her body remained pressed tightly against his, her thighs still wrapped around his waist.

The last glimmer of light in my heart was extinguished completely. I naively thought that my mother would realize her mistake at the last moment and refuse this behavior that crossed the line. But now I understand that this was just a formality, a way of comforting my conscience, not a true resistance.

Perhaps, from the moment my mother kissed Zhao Chenyu for the second time, or from the moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, she already knew this scene would unfold. Yet, she continued to enjoy it, appreciating the sparks of light emitted as the fuse of “desire” burned. She ignored the explosive force that would ignite after that fuse burned out, enough to shatter her entire being.

Zhao Chenyu quickly got off the sofa and, right in front of my mother, threw his wet, sand-covered swimming trunks on the ground.

The mother stared at Zhao Chenyu, her eyes inevitably drifting towards him.

Looking down at his crotch. “Ah—”

Zhao Chenyu’s penis was engorged with blood but not fully erect, yet even so, it was almost as thick as a baby’s forearm, with prominent veins, menacing and powerful. Startled, the mother quickly turned her head away and shyly covered her face with the back of her hand.

Zhao Chenyu gently pulled his mother up by the arm, his movements gentle but firm. The moment his mother stood up, he…

Her red lips were sealed by Zhao Chenyu’s kiss. “Mmm~”

As his mother groaned, Zhao Chenyu’s hands skillfully…

The shoulder strap of Mom’s blue dress ripped open. “Whoosh—”

The already damp dress instantly fell to her mother’s feet, like withered blue irises, piling up around her slender white ankles, or like a blue display stand showcasing her mother’s voluptuous body.

The mother stood there almost naked, wearing only a semi-transparent pair of underwear, concealing her final secret.

“Click!” The sound of the bra being unhooked rang out. Although the mother struggled somewhat shyly, trying to hold the bra down with both hands, it was just a matter of her already dwindling self-restraint.

The bra was thrown onto the damp stains on the sofa by Zhao Chenyu the next moment.

“Pop!” Zhao Chenyu and his mother’s lips parted again. He slowly took a step back, like an artist admiring his most perfect masterpiece, unabashedly admiring his mother’s mature body, his eyes shining with amazement.

Not only him, but even me watching on screen…

My mother’s figure is so beautiful; every curve exudes the voluptuous beauty unique to mature women. Her full F-cup breasts are like two plump, ripe peaches, their slightly drooping flesh resembling ripe fruit on a branch, unable to bear the weight of the dew, rippling alluringly with her gentle breaths.

The areolas were a pale pink, like cherry blossoms, no bigger than a coin in diameter. They appeared small and delicate on the mother’s enormous breasts, like a pink celestial palace isolated from the world atop a snow-capped mountain. In this celestial palace, two nipples, pink and erect, seemed to proclaim the mother’s arousal.

Beneath her heavy, voluptuous breasts was her slender yet slightly fleshy waist, which, together with her full breasts and hips, formed a breathtaking hourglass shape. Her small, spindle-shaped navel was located in the center of her flat abdomen, and the surrounding skin was smooth and delicate, fleshy yet without a trace of excess fat, showing that she took good care of her body.

From her slender waist down, her hips rose and swelled like a crescent moon. Her skin was smoother than the finest silk, and her buttocks were plump and elastic, like two perfect spheres—yes, spheres, not hemispheres. The firm flesh kept the tender flesh in her buttocks from maintaining its rounded curve. Her not-so-narrow blue thong seemed to have been broken by her mother’s buttocks, existing only above and below the cleft. A few grains of gold dust stuck to the peaks of her buttocks, not dirty at all, but like stardust scattered by a celestial being.

Her soaked panties clung to her private parts, the semi-transparent fabric almost transparent due to the moisture, vaguely revealing the outline and color of what lay beneath. The small piece of fabric offered no real cover; instead, the glimpses only added to the allure and mystery.

Glistening water droplets meandered along the valley of her body, her full, fleshy thighs pressed tightly together, shimmering with golden light in the faint sunset. The overlapping light and shadow concealed her most mysterious place in the shadows, creating a scene that could be described as art.

“Ah—” Mom raised her hands, trying to cover her large breasts, but Zhao Chenyu held her wrists tightly and she couldn’t move. With this struggle, Mom’s breasts swayed with the movement, like two plump, snow-white jelly balls. Her left breast bumped into her right breast and bounced away, the flesh trembling out lewd waves, and there were still undried seawater droplets between her breasts.

Moreover, perhaps it was an unconscious action during the kiss, or perhaps to avoid the discomfort of wet hair sticking to her face, Mom had actually swept her wet hair behind her back.

Not a single person stepped forward to shield their mother from the sun, leaving her upper body completely exposed to Zhao Chenyu’s view.

At that moment, Mom was trembling all over, her face turned to one side, as red as an apple. The blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, and even extended to her chest, forming an alluring pink hue. Her toes curled involuntarily, making a soft rustling sound on the carpet.

The blue bra left her mother’s body, but landed on the damp hourglass mark on the sofa. The lace trim, like seaweed battered by waves, reflected the misty, dreamy emotions in her mother’s eyes.

“Sister Wanyi…so beautiful…” Zhao Chenyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and the sound of him swallowing could be clearly heard in the quiet room.

I also want to say, how beautiful, but the next moment, this beauty that belongs only to my father and our family is about to be completely tainted.

“Ugh… Ah!” Mother trembled and groaned, Zhao Chenyu

He reached his arms through his mother’s knees and back, lifted her up, and eagerly climbed onto the bed, carefully placing her on it.

Although the desire burning within him was already difficult to control.

Mother’s hair was still damp, but almost dry; its black strands lay scattered on the pillow like a natural painting. Zhao Chenyu placed a gold towel from the bedside table behind his mother’s head. She looked like a fairy wearing a veil, the gold towel highlighting her black hair and fair skin, creating a unique beauty. But now, this fairy was about to belong to a beast.

Perhaps trying to distract herself, Mom picked up a corner of a towel and absentmindedly dried her hair. But as she did so, her full, round breasts, which had been lying flat on the bed like pancakes, instantly began to ripple like pudding. This natural movement drew my gaze, making it impossible for me to look away. But the next moment, the swaying pink was instantly obscured by a clump of black hair.

“Ah—” Mom cried out softly, her whole body trembling as if struck by lightning. Both of her jade-like legs arched upwards.

Stand up, knees slightly bent, toes pointed.

It was Zhao Chenyu who finally got his wish and suckled at his mother’s nipple, at the place that nurtured me and Xuanman.

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!” The sucking sound was clearly audible, a moist and urgent sound, a thirst for the source of life.

“Ah! Chenyu! Chenyu~” The mother, who was drying her hair, suddenly grabbed the corner of the towel with her fingers, and immediately grabbed the back of Zhao Chenyu’s head with her other hand. It was neither a push nor a push, but a futile search for a foothold.

The moment Zhao Chenyu suckled at her nipple, the mother’s eyes widened, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. But now, after adjusting to the initial shock, she closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her brows, bit her lower lip, and shook her head rapidly from side to side, as if resisting the intense pleasure surging within her and the fear of losing control.

I know that breasts are a sensitive area for mothers, but when a father sucks on a mother’s breast, will the mother have this reaction?

When Aunt Ouyang suckled, did my mother react this way? And Xuanman… even when I was little and suckled at my mother’s breast, did my mother react this way?

A completely uncontrollable trembling, an expression bordering on collapse.

The uncontrollable groans, were they only heard from Zhao Chenyu? — Why do I think this way?

But Mom quickly adapted, or rather, gave in. She loosened the towel she had been squeezing so tightly, opened her eyes, and looked down at Zhao Chenyu, who was buried in her chest, greedily sucking on her left breast.

She took a few deep breaths, her body no longer trembling violently as before, and placed both hands behind Zhao Chenyu’s head and…

He gently stroked her neck, his breath growing increasingly rapid.

“Suck! Mmm! Suck! Mmmmmmmmm!” Zhao Chenyu hugged his mother’s waist, his mouth greedily sucking on her left nipple, his face buried deep in the milky flesh, feeling…

Enveloped in soft warmth, his nose even pressed into a dent in his mother’s breast. Like a lion that has caught its prey, he tore at its flesh, shaking his head from side to side and gently pulling at his mother’s ample breasts, making a series of deep and greedy sucking sounds.

“Mmm~ Ah~ Mmm~” A few squeaks escaped from Mom’s small, red lips.

She let out a few soft moans. “Pop! Sizzle—”

Suddenly, Zhao Chenyu sucked hard on his mother’s nipple and slowly pulled it back.

“Ah—” Mom suddenly exclaimed, but her soft breasts had already taut with Zhao Chenyu’s tugging, transforming from a round puddle into a towering fleshy cone.

“Sizzle—” Zhao Chenyu continued to suck hard.

“Ugh—” Mom tilted her head back, her head against the pillow, her mouth agape, letting out a groan that sounded like she was about to collapse.

At that very moment.

With a crisp “pop,” Zhao Chenyu’s mouth released his mother’s taut breast.

“Snap!” The sound of the breast rebounding was crisp and pleasant. The stretched, snow-white breast instantly returned to its original shape, but did not stop moving. The full left breast trembled violently like a pool of disturbed spring water. The plump, soft flesh flowed like waves beneath the smooth, delicate skin, creating a mesmerizing visual effect. The snow-white waves could never escape the tender white cage.

Zhao Chenyu did the same thing to Aunt Ouyang and Jingyan, but if Aunt Ouyang’s breasts were like ripples in a stream or bouncy jelly, then the tremors of his mother’s breasts were like the towering waves they had just experienced in the sea.

“Ah… Ah~ Ah~” Mom gasped for breath. Her hands left the back of Zhao Chenyu’s head as he got up, but she didn’t let go of him completely. Instead, they slid down his arm and finally gripped his wrist tightly.

“I’m sorry, Sister Wanyi, I just couldn’t help it…”

“Your breasts are really…so beautiful.” Zhao Chenyu gasped, his voice filled with a hint of apology, yet also with admiration and ecstasy.

The mother didn’t respond verbally, but her actions spoke volumes. She subtly adjusted her posture, bending her arms slightly inward. This seemingly unintentional movement caused her two full breasts to naturally converge towards the center under the influence of gravity, forming two alluring little peaks and creating a deep cleavage. The “left peak” still glistened with glistening moisture, traces of Zhao Chenyu’s saliva, like a thin layer of glaze, adding a touch of color to the snow-white skin.

This made Zhao Chenyu’s eyes light up even more. He raised his hands, hovering them above his mother’s breasts, his fingers trembling slightly, filled with both longing and awe, both eagerness and caution.

Her mother’s nipples were already hard as two full coral beads, trembling slightly in the air. She nervously tried to shield herself, but when her left arm inadvertently brushed against the lingering saliva of Zhao Chenyu on her left nipple, the cool, moist touch made her slightly…

I was stunned, struck a sudden blow by reality. Had Mom… really acquiesced?

“Sister Wanyi, let me help you feel better.” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was deep and gentle, yet firm and unyielding. He gently grasped his mother’s arms, which she was trying to cover herself with. The moment their skin touched, it felt as if an electric current flowed between them. He slowly pulled down his mother’s slender arms, like unfurling the scroll of a precious painting, and his mother offered no resistance.

“Chenyu, you…” The mother opened her mouth to speak, her voice tinged with the last vestiges of her rational struggle. However, when she looked down and saw her long legs still tightly wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s strong waist and hips, all her words froze in her throat. She tilted her head, closed her eyes, and looked even a little playful.

What was Mom looking at with her eyes lowered? Was it her own legs? Or was it Zhao Chenyu, who was resting his hand on her lower abdomen, almost kissing her navel, staring intently at her penis with murderous intent?

Mother truly gave up resisting, or perhaps she never resisted at all; everything unfolded naturally, as if it were the natural course of events. The life-or-death moment at the beach had washed away all conventional constraints.

Binding forces everything back to its most primal state—in the face of death, living and feeling the warmth of life become the only important things.

Zhao Chenyu watched his mother’s half-hearted stance, a knowing smile appearing on his lips. His hands hovered above the two snow-white mounds of flesh, his fingers like claws, yet he didn’t touch them. It was as if he was appreciating the beauty of this moment, or as if he truly didn’t know how to begin touching these flawless, full breasts.

A chill ran through me as a familiar scene flashed through my mind. The first time I faced Jingyan’s bare breasts, I was just as helpless, my hand hovering in mid-air, filled with both desire and fear. In the end, it was Jingyan who took my wrist, gently but firmly guiding my palm to hers.

On the soft breasts. Does Mom do this too? Mom doesn’t.

Zhao Chenyu’s hands finally fell slowly from the air, like two light feathers drifting down, his fingers almost touching…

He stopped the moment he reached his mother’s snow-white breast. Then, his other fingers slightly contracted, leaving only his index finger extended. Zhao Chenyu held his hands suspended, letting his index finger hang limply, like two precise probes. The instant his fingertips gently touched his mother’s pink areola, a visible electric current seemed to pass through her entire body. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest stopped rising and falling, and her whole body trembled noticeably.

Zhao Chenyu gazed at his mother, who was tense with her eyes closed, a gleam of triumphant mischief in his eyes. His upside-down index finger, like a precise pendulum, began an elegant dance on his mother’s full breasts. Starting from the sensitive areolas, it slowly moved outwards, his fingertips seemingly touching and detaching, almost imperceptible, like a morning breeze gently caressing a lake, or a butterfly’s wings lightly brushing against a petal. It was as if he was outlining an invisible, spiraling staircase for these snow-white peaks, leading his mother step by step to the peak of pleasure.

It’s so light… Every touch is as light as a breeze, almost imperceptible, yet undeniably present, giving the skin a subtle, teasing sensation.

“Hmm~” Mom groaned softly, her fingers nervously rubbing together.

It’s very slow… Every movement is as slow as the clock hand, giving the nerve endings ample time to perceive and indulge, allowing the pleasure to spread slowly like ripples.

“Hmm~” Mom’s brows relaxed, and she let out a long, contented sigh.

So gentle… Every touch is as smooth as silk, without a trace of roughness or impatience, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world.

“Hmph~” Mom’s nostrils flared slightly, her thoughts drifting in mid-air.

“Mmm~ Mmm~ Hmm~” Mom didn’t dare open her eyes, her soft moans like tiny wisps of steam, uncontrollably emanating from her.

A wisp of fluid escaped from her slightly parted red lips, drifting into the air. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed and tightened, like waves rising and falling on the sea; her fingers dug deep into the blue-gold sheets, creating wrinkles; her jade-like feet, wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s waist, had her toes curled tightly, silently telling the story of her inner self.

The pleasure is building up.

Zhao Chenyu calmly turned around, as if he were truly massaging his mother, until his index finger circled around his mother’s breast.

The edge of the room slowly moved, tracing the “magnificence” of the breast.

“Mmm~” Just as his mother was completely relaxed, her brows unfurrowed, and her body was fully immersed in this gentle pleasure, Zhao Chenyu’s movements suddenly changed.

He held his hands together with four fingers, his thumbs open, and gently pinched the edge of his mother’s breasts, rotating and rubbing them, trying to grasp these “magical” breasts full of maternal love.

But when I saw his not-so-small hands, completely covered by his mother’s overflowing breast flesh, almost buried by that snow-white softness, my mind still involuntarily…

It reminds me of an idiom—”like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.”

The image was as breathtaking as the idiom suggests; more specifically, it was the size and fullness of the mother’s breasts that was truly awe-inspiring.

With confidence.

If this woman weren’t my mother, this scene alone would definitely be one of the top images on the Conqueror’s Forum.

But she is my mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me—yet she was consumed by lust under Zhao Chenyu’s touch, immersed in passion.

Lost in a sea of ​​desire, unable to escape, with no will to break free. Like her, yet different, who had just drowned…

“Mmm~ Ah~” The mother’s moans grew louder, and her relaxed brows furrowed again as an even stronger stimulation swept over her senses. Her curled legs squeezed tightly against Zhao Chenyu’s waist, just as Zhao Chenyu was now tracing the curve of his mother’s breasts from bottom to top with his thumb and forefinger.

Zhao Chenyu had done the same thing to others, but for women like Aunt Ouyang and Lingze with C-cup breasts, Zhao Chenyu’s large hands only needed three or four strokes to rub both breasts completely; for Jingyan’s proud large breasts, Zhao Chenyu needed five or six strokes to fully defile them; and for his mother’s large breasts, Zhao Chenyu needed to push in eight directions: up, down, left, and right.

Only by squeezing can the snow-white, plump breasts fully feel the warmth of his palm.

“Hmm~ Hmph~” Mom suddenly let out a more pronounced groan, her voice containing surprise, yet also revealing a peculiar satisfaction. This was because Zhao Chenyu had crossed his arms, pushing his right breast cleavage with his left hand and his left breast cleavage with his right, forcing the deep cleavage apart. The soft flesh of his ample breasts crowded to both sides, and the moment his hands left, the separated flesh immediately returned to its original position with remarkable elasticity, as if it possessed a memory of its own.

“Phew~ Sister Wanyi, are you comfortable?” Zhao Chenyu asked, panting.

Her mother’s eyes remained tightly closed, her thick, curled eyelashes trembling violently yet restrainedly. But upon hearing Zhao Chenyu’s voice…

After asking the question, he turned his head from left to right. That’s all—