Chapter 107

This is also the last video.

The video begins with a shot of a VIP ward in a hospital. The camera angle is somewhat unusual, as if it were placed on a bedside table next to the bed, with the lens slightly upward, capturing most of Zhao Chenyu’s body from the waist up, but not his feet.

Zhao Chenyu lay on the bed, his eyes open, but his gaze seemed weaker than before, indicating that the video was taken after he had woken up. He was covered with a light blue hospital blanket, the outline of white medical tape faintly visible through the edge. I noticed that the bag used for bowel movements that had been hanging on his lower abdomen was gone—it seemed he had indeed completed the surgery related to bowel recovery and was in the recovery period.

This kid… how did he manage to secretly record all this while he was lying in a hospital bed? And when did this happen? Just as I was pondering these questions, I suddenly heard voices outside the door where the video was being recorded.

“It’s Teacher Liu. Look at all the things you’ve brought…” A soft, middle-aged woman’s voice rang out, her tone filled with gratitude and apology as she entered from the doorway. It must be Zhao Chenyu’s mother, and the Teacher Liu she was referring to was undoubtedly my mother, Liu Wanyi.

“It’s alright, isn’t the New Year just around the corner?” Mom’s voice rang out, sounding gentle and proper, just like her usual image in front of outsiders.

The Lunar New Year is coming soon? When did his mother visit him during the Lunar New Year?

Could it be New Year’s Eve?

“Is Zhao Chenyu sleeping?” the mother asked tentatively.

“There shouldn’t be any, let’s go in and take a look.” When her son was mentioned, Zhao Chenyu’s mother subconsciously lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing the quiet in the ward.

“No need, eldest sister. I need to talk to Zhao Chenyu about some school matters,” Mom immediately replied, her tone still gentle but with a subtle insistence.

“Oh… okay~ then I’ll go downstairs for a walk.” Zhao Chenyu’s mother seemed to understand something, and then there was a sound of a door opening, indicating that Zhao Chenyu’s mother had left the ward.

“Thump…thump…” The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer could be heard, and they were somewhat muffled.

“Bang—” The door to the ward was gently closed, isolating it from the outside world.

Despite my deep reluctance, my mother appeared in the shot. She was wearing a long, dark blue coat, the front open, looking both dignified and casual. “Liu…” Zhao Chenyu paused after saying his mother’s surname, his neck trembling as he looked up at the doorway before letting out a sigh of relief and calling her by another name.

“Wanyi…” “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” Mom walked to the bedside and retorted in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft. She then sat down on the chair next to the bed and continued, “How is it?” Perhaps because it was too hot, she took off her trench coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down, revealing her high breasts under the black turtleneck for warmth.

The black underwear, for warmth, added a touch of cool sexiness to my mother’s voluptuous figure.

“Still the same…” Zhao Chenyu said weakly, but his attitude was optimistic.

“That’s good…” Her mother’s tone was calm, but there was a strange tension in it. She looked down at Zhao Chenyu’s hand with the IV needle inserted, her eyes twitching slightly as she said, “Don’t think about anything else for now, just focus on getting better.” “Okay…” Zhao Chenyu nodded.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the camera fell silent, with only the IV drip continuing to drip.

“How about I peel an apple for you?” Mom broke the silence.

“No need, Sister Wanyi, just say what you want to say.” Hearing Zhao Chenyu’s words, her tense back suddenly relaxed. She raised her hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and said softly, “About… the murderer, I was afraid you would overthink it and it would affect your rest, so I didn’t ask you why you agreed to stop investigating?” Zhao Chenyu didn’t speak, but just looked at his mother quietly, his eyes deep.

Seeing this, Mom sighed softly and directly stated her guess: “Actually, you know who it is, right?” My heart pounded! Why would Mom ask that? Could it be…

Zhao Chenyu nodded expressionlessly. Their eyes met, their expressions complex, containing no surprise, only a tacit understanding.

Silence fell again, lasting for two or three seconds. The mother took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and asked in a trembling voice, “What…is it because of this?” Zhao Chenyu didn’t answer directly, but instead listened intently for a moment, then weakly asked, “My mom…isn’t outside, is she?” “No, I saw her come downstairs,” the mother replied confidently.

After receiving confirmation, Zhao Chenyu used his still-mobile right arm to laboriously bend his forearm upwards, his fingers trembling as he reached under the pillow, groped around for a few moments, and pulled out a small black cube—his cell phone.

He skillfully unlocked the phone with his fingerprint, scrolled through the screen a few times, and then handed the phone to his mother by the bedside.

Mom hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the phone. The moment her gaze fell on the screen, her eyes widened for a split second, and her pupils contracted slightly. Her finger unconsciously tapped the center of the screen.

“Slap slap slap!” “Ahhh~ Master~ Fuck me to death~ Fuck this bitch to death!” A series of intense and lewd sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by a woman’s high-pitched and wanton moans, suddenly exploded from the phone speaker! I immediately recognized the voice—Aunt Ouyang.

The mother shuddered violently as if she had been scalded! One hand was still holding the phone, while the other hand covered her wide-open mouth in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and confusion.

“Ahhh! I’m fucking Lanlan~ Master~” Aunt Ouyang’s increasingly loud and seductive cries were like whips lashing at Mom, making her tremble uncontrollably and her face turn deathly pale. Mom suddenly came to her senses and frantically pressed a button on her phone screen.

The sound stopped abruptly.

“What’s going on?” The mother suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhao Chenyu on the hospital bed, her eyes filled with surprise and fear of having her understanding of the world turned upside down.

“That’s how it is.” Zhao Chenyu was quite frank. “When did this happen?” His mother’s voice suddenly rose.

“The year before last,” Zhao Chenyu paused, then added a specific time, “after the October holiday.” “The year before last?!” His mother seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and she stood up abruptly from her chair in shock, looking down at Zhao Chenyu.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered: “Was it that trip?” Zhao Chenyu didn’t answer directly, but simply raised his right hand, which was free of tubes, signaling his mother to hand the phone back to him.

The mother’s arm moved like a machine as she placed the phone in Zhao Chenyu’s hand, still in the midst of a huge shock.

Zhao Chenyu took the phone, swiped his fingers across the screen a few times, and then handed the phone to his mother again, indicating that she should continue listening.

With trembling fingers, Mom took the phone, and the voice rang out again.

“What? Are you unhappy? Making a grown man kneel before a weak woman like me, isn’t that humiliating? Hmm?” “No…Mr. Lan, I wouldn’t dare…”

“It’s illegal! You even know that! Where’s the video?” “Ah—it’s…on my phone, on the bedside table…” “Ahhh…Xiaoyu…Waaah, Xiaoyu, don’t go! Xiaoyu! Lanlan wants you! Wants you to fuck me! Ahhh!” “Xuanyu, Xuanyu, fuck Lanlan to death…Waaah, fuck Lanlan to death!” “Xuanyu! Ah! Lanlan is about to climax! It’s coming! Ahhh!” “Why do you seem a little unwilling? Little slave? Do you feel like you’ve lost your manly dignity? Hmm?” “No, I’m willing! I dream about it!” “Haha, haha! That’s all you can say now. A man’s mouth… hehe!” “I know you have something on your mind, and I don’t care what you think of me. As long as it makes you happy, even for a little while, I’ll do anything! I… I…” “Slap!” “Alright! Shut up, don’t talk if I tell you not to!” “Hmm…” “Big guy!” “Little Yu! You’re such a lucky servant!” “Little servant! Don’t disappoint me!” “Ah—” “Uh!!” “Ah—ah ah!” “Uh ah… so big!” …

The mother’s expression changed drastically as the recording progressed, especially when she heard the scene on Zhao Chenyu’s phone where Aunt Ouyang was masturbating while calling my name. The mother froze on the spot.

Mom tapped the screen with her finger, and the sound stopped abruptly again.

“Phew~” Mom exhaled a heavy breath, calming the shock in her heart.

“I was wondering why Lanlan was so good to you, a complete stranger, out of all those outstanding men and boys…” The mother’s voice sounded like a sudden realization followed by exhaustion, and she blushed slightly.

But the blush vanished in an instant, immediately replaced by a deeper pallor. Suddenly, she realized something, her eyes sharpening as she looked at Zhao Chenyu, her voice filled with fear.

“So the reason why Xuanyu has always disliked you is because…” Mom didn’t dare to continue.

“I don’t know if he knows or not,” Zhao Chenyu said weakly, but I felt that this feigned weakness was just to cover up the smell of lies.

“Okay… then Xuanman… do you know?” Her mother asked another question that she dared not think about.

“Hmm.” Zhao Chenyu’s soft hum shattered his mother’s last remaining hope.

“How could this child… have become like this?” The mother gently shook her head, her full, delicate body seemingly drained of all strength, swaying slightly like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. She quickly braced herself against the edge of the bed to barely maintain her sitting position.

“Perhaps Xuanman also harbors a secret within her heart, just like you,” Zhao Chenyu said.

Zhao Chenyu’s words made his mother look at his face, but she looked away after a moment, her eyes flashing with conflicted light as she stared at the blue and white wall.

“Oh—how could this happen~ how could this happen…” the mother murmured, tears welling up in her eyes as pain turned into crystals.

“Wanyi…” “You bastard!” Before Zhao Chenyu could finish speaking, his mother suddenly snapped like a powder keg, turning her head sharply to yell at him, her pent-up emotions exploding instantly. She slammed her phone onto the bedside table, and the pain that had been swirling in her eyes finally streamed down her cheeks.

Zhao Chenyu raised his hand with slight trembling, wanting to stroke his mother who was curled up, sobbing and trembling, but he was willing but unable. His arm hung limply in mid-air halfway up and could only fall down in despair, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

The image froze at that moment.

A few minutes later, the mother’s sobs subsided, and she seemed to have calmed down a little. She looked up and saw Zhao Chenyu’s right hand, trembling slightly but stubbornly held in front of her, and a pack of tissues in his hand. The mother’s eyes immediately softened, the complex emotions within them ultimately replaced by a helpless tenderness. She silently pulled out a few tissues and carefully wiped her red eyes and wet cheeks.

“Although I don’t like seeing you cry, Sister Wanyi looks so beautiful with tears in her eyes, hehe.” Zhao Chenyu chuckled foolishly.

“You still have the mind to joke!” His mother glared at him. “These videos and recordings…” “Aunt Ouyang knows about them. Some of them were even recorded at her request, just like Xuanman’s,” Zhao Chenyu said.

“This girl… why did she have to learn this from her aunt… sigh…” Mom sighed heavily, staring at Zhao Chenyu with resentment. She paused and said, “What kind of mess is this? What am I doing—” She then seemed to realize something, a bittersweet smile appearing on her face. She murmured, “It was a pointless, foolish thing anyway…” “Sister Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu called softly. Mom was still lost in thought and didn’t respond immediately. Zhao Chenyu’s left hand moved, his fingers covering Mom’s left hand, which was resting on the bedside table.

The mother trembled slightly, looked down, and noticed Zhao Chenyu’s hand, seeing the clear IV needle and tape on the back of his hand. Her heart seemed to be pricked. She gently flipped her left hand, her four slender fingers tenderly supporting Zhao Chenyu’s left hand, her thumb lovingly rubbing his fingers, carefully avoiding the area on the back of his hand where the needle was inserted.

“You are like this too…” Mom became sad again, but this sadness was completely different from the sadness before.

“Who told me to be the bastard you’re talking about?” Zhao Chenyu said nonchalantly.

“Hmph~” Mom snorted softly, it was hard to tell if it was a complaint or something else. Her left hand didn’t loosen its grip; instead, it bypassed the obstructing IV drip and slowly stroked upwards along Zhao Chenyu’s arm, all the way to the edge of the blanket on his shoulder. She stood up, walked to the left side of the bed, bent down, her long, straight hair falling down. One hand instinctively covered her prominent breasts under her coat to avoid touching Zhao Chenyu’s upper body and arm, while the other hand gently lifted a corner of the blanket, peering at Zhao Chenyu’s naked upper body covered in white medical bandages.

Through her hair, her eyes showed tenderness.

“Lanlan, have you been here recently?” her mother asked softly, her fingers smoothing the corner of the blanket, but her gaze did not look at Zhao Chenyu, as if it were just a casual question.

“No, my mom said no too…” Hearing Zhao Chenyu’s answer, his mother breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly. But then, as if driven by a thought, her hand, which was tucking the blanket around Zhao Chenyu, paused in mid-air, and she suddenly asked an extremely illogical question.

“Lan—Ouyang, does she… also like you…?” And I noticed that my mother didn’t use “Lanlan” but “Ouyang,” and the twelve-character question also contained the word “also.”

“You saw it too.” Zhao Chenyu didn’t answer, but he did answer as well.

“What a load of rubbish,” Mom said dismissively, but a blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Sister Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu called softly. His mother lowered her head, and their eyes met in the air.

“It’s so good to see you again.” Zhao Chenyu’s murmur, filled with emotion and relief, made his mother’s plump body tremble. The coldness in her eyes melted away, replaced by a complex tenderness.

“My mom told me… when I was unconscious, you secretly came to see me…” Zhao Chenyu continued in a sickly, weak voice, even deliberately feigning a wronged tone, “It seems… only you came to see me…” These words, coupled with his deliberately pitiful appearance, were like a perfectly matched key, instantly unlocking the softest part of his mother’s heart. Her eyes began to flicker intensely, a mixture of heartache, guilt, and a strange sense of fulfillment at being needed.

“Even though I’m like this now, I’m content as long as I can bring you and all of you a little happiness.” Zhao Chenyu gazed into his mother’s eyes, trying to force a smile that seemed both open-minded and fragile.

In his mother’s eyes, his smile was so genuine.

In my eyes, his smile looked so fake.

“Sigh~” Mom sighed softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

“Hmm…” Zhao Chenyu took advantage of the situation and moved his head slightly towards his mother, tilting his chin towards her like a child asking for a kiss.

The heartache in her mother’s eyes was instantly drawn back, weighing heavily on her eyes and head. She was drawn slowly, very slowly, to bend down.

“It’s just to make you feel better, so you can get better sooner,” the mother explained to herself.

“Mmm—” The moment Zhao Chenyu nodded, his mother’s warm, red lips pressed against his slightly chapped lips.

This scene shocked me even more than when I first saw my mother and Zhao Chenyu kiss. In this pristine white hospital room, the kiss, somewhere between pity and guilt, lust and a distorted dependence, was more painful to me than pure carnal desire.

“Pop—” The kiss lasted only a few seconds. Mom raised her head slightly, and a few strands of black hair slid past her ears and gently brushed against Zhao Chenyu’s face.

It seems that his mother just wanted to comfort him with a brief kiss.

“You foul mouth~” Mom snorted lightly.

“I rinse my mouth every day~ but I don’t brush my teeth often—um!” Before Zhao Chenyu could finish his apologetic explanation, his mother’s lips fell again, this time more firmly, and… more lingeringly.

My heart sank to the ground.

“Mmm~ Hmm~ Mwah…” The sticky kisses echoed, also affecting the nerves in my brain, making my thoughts sluggish and confused.

How does Mom really view Zhao Chenyu? Has Mom truly developed feelings for him? Why did Mom still kiss him after hearing that Zhao Chenyu and Aunt Ouyang were having an affair?

When Mom came back on New Year’s Eve, she was indeed in a bad mood, but several months have passed, and there hasn’t been any change in her relationship with Aunt Ouyang. Mom…did she confront Aunt Ouyang? Or did she choose to bury all this unpleasantness completely and pretend she knew nothing?

From my usual observations, I couldn’t discern any clues. If I were just a detached observer, these things would seem simple; but when they were laid bare before me, involving my mother, my aunt, my girlfriend, and my sister, everything became incredibly complicated. Just as my temples were throbbing with thought, the video suddenly flashed.

It was still the familiar hospital room, still the same posture of his mother leaning over the bedside, still the same way his mother’s hair covered Zhao Chenyu’s face, and still the same way their lips were pressed tightly together, sharing a long kiss.

But Mom’s clothes changed instantly into a blue cashmere sweater—not during the video above, but during another visit.

“Mmm~ Pop~ Mmm-hmm~” Mom hummed softly, her tongue intertwining with Zhao Chenyu’s rough tongue, lingering in each other’s mouths.

“Pop—” After a long while, their lips and teeth slowly separated.

“Alright, Xiao Chenyu~” Mom straightened up naturally and sat back down on the chair by the bed, her movements showing no struggle or hesitation. She raised her hand and gently wiped the corner of her lips, her face flushed with the passion of the moment, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach, yet making her even more alluring.

“Hehe~” Zhao Chenyu chuckled mischievously, looking much better than during the last recording.

“You even told me to check if you brushed your teeth properly, I knew you weren’t up to any good.” Mom said coquettishly as she pulled a tissue from the bedside table to wipe her mouth.

“Thank you, Sister Wanyi~” “Alright~” Mom adjusted her posture, her tone turning serious and concerned, “I’ve carefully reviewed your recent medical reports, and you’re recovering quite well, with your wounds healing nicely.” Her tone was full of relief, but a hint of sadness flickered deep in her eyes.

“That’s a must! Sister Wanyi’s sweet kiss is the best medicine, making me feel good every day, so I naturally recover quickly~” Zhao Chenyu shamelessly praised.

“Stop talking nonsense! There’s so much delicious food, look how round your face has become,” Mom interrupted.

“I’ll start exercising once I can get out of bed.” “Right now, focus on recovering properly and don’t worry about those things,” Mom advised.

“Uh…actually…there’s something else about the checkup that I haven’t dared to mention to my mom, and I don’t know…whether I should ask the doctor…” Zhao Chenyu’s expression was somewhat troubled.

“What’s wrong? Is it serious?” Mom immediately leaned forward with concern.

“Well…didn’t the doctor say I have some damage to my genitals, which might affect my function…” Zhao Chenyu’s voice trailed off, and his mother blushed more and more as she listened.

“What are you saying!” The mother raised her hand, wanting to pinch Zhao Chenyu, but she was afraid of pinching his wound through the blanket, so she didn’t pinch him in the end, but let her own ample breasts ripple with alluring waves.

“Sister Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu took the opportunity to look at her with pitiful eyes and asked tentatively, “I…I’m not feeling well, and…I can’t feel anything. Could you…use your hand…to help me? Just…just try it…” His voice was full of pleading.

“You…” Mom’s face turned even redder, and she subconsciously put her hands back on her knees, her fingers curling up involuntarily and clenching into fists.

“Please, Sister Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu pretended to be pitiful again, and his appearance, coupled with his chubby face, seemed really pretentious to me.

But Mom doesn’t seem to think so.

“Chenyu, we can’t…” the mother said, but her eyes darted toward Zhao Chenyu’s lower body.

“Okay, there’s nothing anyone else can do about this, so I guess I’ll just have to do it myself,” Zhao Chenyu said disappointedly.

“Do it yourself—” Mom stopped mid-sentence, perhaps because she couldn’t finish her sentence. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to ease her hesitation.

Silence lingered in the ward for a few seconds.

“Sigh~ I’ll help you out then.” The mother sighed, stood up, and a helpless expression on her face said, “I really can’t do anything with you.” She walked to the end of the hospital bed, to where Zhao Chenyu’s lower body was.

She bent down slightly and gently lifted the blanket covering Zhao Chenyu’s lower body.

Sure enough, Zhao Chenyu was naked from the waist down, not even wearing hospital pants, and a thick, long penis hung limply between his legs, making him look somewhat listless. His mother frowned slightly upon seeing this.

“Is it okay for the blanket to be on you like this? Will it touch your wound?” His mother was concerned about his physical condition first.

“Hmm!” Mom gently lowered the blanket she had lifted and slipped it inside Zhao Chenyu’s thighs. Zhao Chenyu then spread his legs and swung his feet to either side of the bed.

“Not very dirty… but like before, there’s a… ugh! smell~” Mom’s eyes were fixed on Zhao Chenyu’s lower body, as if she had recalled something, and her face turned even redder. “Hehe~” Zhao Chenyu chuckled mischievously and swung his legs. He was currently covered with two layers of blankets on his upper body, but his lower body was completely naked, and his legs were swinging around. The scene looked… quite comical.

Perhaps it was because his mother genuinely wanted to help him, or perhaps it was the natural love of a mature woman that made her desire to care for him prevail. His mother showed little restraint or shyness, and her snow-white jade hand unceremoniously grasped Zhao Chenyu’s dark and thick penis, making the limp penis between her legs stand up.

Then, Mom slid her hand down, completely exposing the glans penis from the thin foreskin. Instantly, the small amount of white smegma that had accumulated in the coronal sulcus could no longer be hidden. “Do you… clean this area often?” Mom asked, her tone like that of a doctor and an elder at the same time.

“Occasionally… My mom usually cleans for me, but she hasn’t done it these past couple of days…” Zhao Chenyu answered vaguely.

“Give me the paper,” Mom said.

Zhao Chenyu placed the tissues and wet wipes from the bedside table on his stomach.

The mother took out a wet wipe and began to meticulously clean Zhao Chenyu. First, she carefully wiped away all the dirt from the coronal sulcus, and then she began to wipe the shaft, scrotum, and the groin area on both sides of his thighs. She even had Zhao Chenyu turn slightly to the side and stick his buttocks out, and then she very carefully cleaned his groin and anus.

Her earnest expression was no different from a mother caring for her bedridden son. I think even if Zhao Chenyu’s mother were to take care of him, it would probably be the same.

One used wet wipe after another was thrown into the trash can next to the bed by Mom. The once empty trash can was soon nearly half full.

“Phew~ all done~” Mom breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in her chair. After Mom’s meticulous wiping, Zhao Chenyu’s penis had unknowingly become fully erect in her hand, thick, long, hard, and hot, with bulging veins, pointing straight at the ceiling.

“Thank you for your hard work, Wanyi…” Surprisingly, I didn’t detect much of a sexual undertone in Zhao Chenyu’s words; it was genuine gratitude for his mother’s care that went beyond mere familial affection.

His call of “Wanyi” touched a chord deep within his mother’s heart, causing her eyes to glaze over for a moment, as if she were recalling something, and her legs involuntarily tightened together.

“You, you’re such a troublemaker!” Mom said with a sigh, gripping the thick shaft again with both hands, her gaze falling on the purplish-red glans.

“Still so big…so hard…” Mom murmured, her eyes glazed over as she truly sank into some intense and passionate memories of the past. Her hands were no longer just holding, but moving up and down.

With her movements, the penis swelled and hardened further in her warm hands, its veins throbbing, becoming even more powerful. The mother continued stroking herself, initially sitting, but as her emotions surged, she couldn’t help but slowly rise, bend over, and then support herself on the edge of the bed with her elbows. Her face was only a few centimeters away from the penis radiating a strong masculine aura in front of her.

Zhao Chenyu let out a soft groan that he could hardly suppress, and pleaded in a hoarse voice, “Sister Wanyi…can…faster…”

Upon hearing this, the mother actually did as instructed. At such close range, the scent emanating from the penis, a mixture of the faint fragrance of a wet wipe and the hot, pungent smell of masculinity, constantly filled her nostrils, making her breathing unsteady. Her lips involuntarily drew closer to the glans penis, which was constantly oozing pre-ejaculate…

Under my pained and distressed gaze, my mother took the initiative to open her full, warm red lips and gently took the wet, sticky, purplish-red tip of my penis into her mouth.

Without hesitation or coercion, it was Mom’s own choice.

“Ah!” Zhao Chenyu’s body tensed up suddenly, letting out a soft, comfortable cry.

The mother’s mouth enveloped the large glans, her cheeks puffing out slightly and then sinking in as she sucked, her delicate hands moving skillfully in sync with the swallowing and spitting of her mouth, her movements becoming even more agile.

“Ah!” “Ah! Ah!” “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Zhao Chenyu gritted his teeth, letting out suppressed moans of pleasure. His lower abdomen heaved and twitched uncontrollably. This lewd scene lasted for several minutes until— “Ah! Sister Wanyi! I’m going to cum!” Zhao Chenyu roared in heavy breathing.

Upon hearing this, the mother hurriedly tried to pull out some tissues from the tissue box next to her, but just as her hand touched the tissues and before she could fully pull them out and place them in her hand, Zhao Chenyu’s penis began to twitch and throb violently in her mouth!

“Ugh—” Mom’s eyes widened instantly, a hint of panic flashing in them. But she dared not spit out the glans, otherwise the semen would inevitably splatter everywhere—on the sheets, the blankets, and even on her body, which would be even more difficult to clean and explain.

“Uh—” “Uh—” Zhao Chenyu’s penis throbbed violently a dozen times in his mother’s warm mouth, each throbbing indicating a gush of hot, thick semen. His mother’s cheeks swelled more and more as the semen filled her mouth, and the tissue she was clutching in her hand was crumpled into a ball.

“Ugh~ Ugh~ So good~ I’m done!” Zhao Chenyu let out a sigh of extreme satisfaction, his body completely relaxing.

The mother hurriedly spat the penis out of her mouth, her lips tightly pressed together, her cheeks bulging with something. She instantly turned around, intending to rush to the bathroom, but as soon as she turned her head, her throat seemed to be irritated, and she could no longer hold back.

With a “pfft,” Mom suddenly spat out everything in her mouth, but luckily she instinctively caught it with both hands.

In an instant, a large pool of thick, yellowish-white, pungent semen formed in her pale palm, like a lake. Two crumpled tissues were instantly submerged in the sea of ​​semen, as if struck by a waterfall, skipping even the slow process of becoming translucent and sinking. Without a second thought, and disregarding her nausea, the mother, clutching her sticky semen, carefully and hurriedly ran into the private bathroom in the ward.

“Splash~ Splash~” “Cough cough! Cough cough! Drink! Pfft—Drink! Pfft—” The sounds of water and Mom coughing and rinsing her mouth continued for several minutes. The sounds gradually faded away. When Mom came out of the bathroom again, her hair and cheeks still seemed to have wet stains, and her eyes were full of shame, indignation and resentment as she looked at Zhao Chenyu on the hospital bed.

“Why aren’t you covering it up yet!” I thought my mother was finally going to scold him, but to my surprise, that was what she blurted out.

“It’s not cleaned yet…” Zhao Chenyu chuckled sheepishly, pointing to his penis, which was covered in saliva and residual semen. “Don’t you have hands?” His mother scoffed, but then sat back down on the chair by the bed, pulled out a clean wet wipe, and began carefully wiping and cleaning Zhao Chenyu’s penis.

This is my mother… Gentle and virtuous at heart, even at times like this, she overshadows other emotions.

I couldn’t help but think that if it were Aunt Ouyang, Zhao Chenyu would definitely clean up the mess himself; if it were Jingyan, she wouldn’t mind, but she wouldn’t do it either; if it were the twins, they would probably each continue to swing Zhao Chenyu’s penis around; Xuanman? Xuanman would probably immediately straddle Zhao Chenyu, not caring whether he was injured or not.

“Okay~” Mom wiped it clean, threw the used tissue into the trash can, her tone sounded calmer, but there was an underlying meaning in her words, “Now… you should know if there’s a ‘problem’, right?” She emphasized the word “problem,” with a hint of resentment and the knowing satisfaction of being tricked.

“Hehe…” Zhao Chenyu chuckled sheepishly.

“You, you’re full of bad intentions!” His mother, disgusted, finished wiping his penis, without even pulling the blanket down for Zhao Chenyu. Instead, she asked shyly, “Why is there so much… and the smell is… too strong?” “Uh, it’s been a long time since I ejaculated… several months. Plus, Wanyi, you bought so many supplements, maybe… I overdid it,” Zhao Chenyu said embarrassedly.

“Go away! Your injuries haven’t healed yet, and instead of using your nutrition to heal, you’re thinking about these bad things!” Mom blushed and spat lightly, but her scolding sounded soft and gentle.

“I miss Sister Wanyi so much.” Zhao Chenyu’s tone suddenly became very soft and serious, and he looked intently at my mother.

“This kind of thing…you can’t allow it yourself…” The mother’s heart seemed to be struck by this sudden, direct question, and her eyes flickered. She avoided his gaze. She wanted to change the subject, but the words she spoke made her lower her head shyly.

The lewdness in the room gradually faded, or perhaps transformed into a distorted ambiguity, and a tangled, unresolved silence between the two.

“Take care of your health first.” When the topic of recovery came up, Mom’s tone became much more serious—what did she mean by “first”?

“Okay, I understand.” Zhao Chenyu responded, then paused and whispered, “Sister Wanyi, can you kiss it again?” “No, not a second time…” his mother said firmly.

“I know, it’s just… I still want that feeling of warmth.” As soon as Zhao Chenyu finished speaking, the firmness in his mother’s eyes softened instantly. She turned her head and stared at the still erect, thick thing in front of her, her eyes flickering.

“You, you~” Mom said plaintively, bending down again.

“Ah!” His mother’s red lips enveloped his glans again, giving him the “warmth” he craved.

The screen flashed again.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” It was still the hospital room, still Zhao Chenyu’s naked lower body, still his mother lying on top of him. The muffled, wet swallowing sounds were clearly audible. And now, his mother had instantly changed into a beige cashmere dress—this was a different time!

“Ugh! Ugh! Mmm—” The mother’s head was moving up and down vigorously, her red lips stretched full, trying to swallow and release the thick glans and the front half of the penis. One of her hands was not idle either, gently kneading Zhao Chenyu’s large scrotum to increase his pleasure and stimulation.

“Pfft—ah~” Mom spat out the penis, and her right hand, gripping the shaft tightly, quickly increased the speed of her masturbation.

“Sister Wanyi~ I feel so good~” Zhao Chenyu exclaimed happily.

“Mmm~ It’s good that you’re comfortable~ It must have been really uncomfortable to be cooped up in the house all this time.” The mother’s eyes were fixed on the penis in front of her, her tone soft and full of concern.

After saying that, she lowered her head again, her red lips parted wide, and sucked on the glans.

Through their conversation, I immediately pieced together why the mother performed oral sex on Zhao Chenyu again—this bastard must have said he was feeling down because he was always cooped up in the hospital room, and he was seeking his mother’s “warmth.”

But can’t Mom really see this utterly absurd reason? A bad thought echoed in my mind: maybe Mom is just making excuses for herself.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm—pop! Mmm!” After spitting out the glans, Mom tilted her head and focused on licking the sensitive testicles, while her other hand stroked the base of the penis. She was completely absorbed in oral sex, unlike the cleaning she had shown last time.

A surge of resentment and anger welled up inside me: Mom! How could you do this again… How could you do this again? And what was it this time? You can’t just use that ridiculous excuse of “functional review” again, can you?!

To make movement easier, the mother in the picture had her upper body almost pressed against the edge of the bed, her full breasts, outlined by her cashmere dress, pressed against the sheets, their shape clearly visible. Her round, shapely buttocks, naturally raised due to her bent-over posture, swayed slightly unconsciously with the rhythm of her mouth’s movements. “Ah~ so good~” Zhao Chenyu sighed, his right hand involuntarily rising to stroke his mother’s swaying hair and cheek, but his mother keenly noticed. Without hesitation, she slapped his hand away, her hand still holding his penis, letting out a muffled groan.

“Kiss—keep your hands to yourself,” Mom said coquettishly.

“Hehe~” Zhao Chenyu chuckled awkwardly, his lower abdomen heaving as his two big feet swung comfortably.

Although the mother was refusing, the interaction between the two seemed to have a strangely harmonious feel, like flirting.

The more “harmonious” they appeared, the more intense my inner turmoil and pain became.

Soon, Zhao Chenyu’s body tensed up again. He roared and once again shot streams of thick semen deep into his mother’s warm mouth.

As before, his mother indulged him in spraying into her mouth.

After ejaculating, Zhao Chenyu, panting, went a step further and said with a smile, “Sister Wanyi… this time… please swallow it, okay?” The mother, who had spat out his penis, immediately frowned, her face showing disgust and resistance.

Zhao Chenyu, however, continued his enticement with a wicked grin: “Sister Wanyi, look, you bought me so many nutritional supplements, really nourishing! This essence is the most nutritious, so I’m giving some back to you. I heard… it’s good for the skin, it can beautify the skin…” “Hmph!” Upon hearing this, Mom glared at Zhao Chenyu, seemingly wanting to scold him for talking nonsense. But the next second, her throat bobbed noticeably!

She…she actually swallowed it?! And that was thick, pungent semen! I was utterly shocked. The only thought that kept repeating in my mind was, “Mom just accidentally swallowed it because she was trying to talk.”

A wicked smile of triumph immediately appeared on Zhao Chenyu’s face.

The mother seemed startled by her own unconscious swallowing motion, and her face flushed red. She tried to explain shyly and awkwardly, “I…I’m afraid…afraid that there will be a smell if I open my mouth…” But this explanation seemed so pale and absurd in this situation.

Mom jogged to the bathroom. Zhao Chenyu was still leaving his saliva-covered penis hanging there, his thick pubic hair clinging to his stomach because of the saliva, showing that his mother had been giving him oral sex for a very long time.

A few minutes later, his mother returned and saw that Zhao Chenyu still had his legs wide open, looking resentful, but she took the initiative to clean him up again.

Everything was so harmonious.

After cleaning up, Mom sat back down in the chair. After a moment of silence, seemingly wanting to escape the awkward and lewd atmosphere, she changed the subject, asking, “You…you can get out of bed and move around now, right?” Zhao Chenyu nodded, his tone much lighter, “Yes, I can walk slowly for a while now.” “That’s good,” Mom said with relief, “You can go out and get some sunshine, walk around, and breathe some fresh air. Otherwise, staying cooped up in the ward all the time will make you sick.” Hearing this, Zhao Chenyu’s eyes lit up, and he smiled knowingly. “Yes, it’s true… I’ve been holding it in.” His mother instantly realized the double meaning in his words, her face flushing red. She playfully pinched Zhao Chenyu’s outer thigh lightly, saying, “You’re so silly! You’re injured so badly and all you can think about is this!” Zhao Chenyu chuckled, rubbing the pinched spot, and said, “That’s good. Once I’m better, Mom can go home and rest for a while. She’s been so tired lately.” His mother seemed to suddenly remember something, her tone hesitant as she softly asked, “Um… Xuanman hasn’t come to see you since then?” Zhao Chenyu’s smile faded slightly. He shook his head, his tone sounding somewhat disappointed but also frank: “No. Besides my mom, only Sister Wanyi… comes to see me often.” He emphasized the word “often.”

The mother sighed, her eyes filled with complex emotions: “When you first entered the ICU, she cried so hard, her eyes were swollen… As for what happened later… I don’t know.” Her tone was tinged with regret and a hint of confusion.

Zhao Chenyu seemed quite open-minded: “It’s okay~ I’m already super satisfied with the beautiful, gentle, kind and virtuous Sister Wanyi who often comes to see me!” His mother was amused by his words and smiled, but there was a trace of sadness hidden in her smile, perhaps because of the messy relationship, or perhaps because of Xuanman.

The two remained still for two seconds, and the air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Chenyu suddenly looked up and asked softly, “Sister Wanyi…you…will come to see me again in the future, right?” Upon hearing this, her mother forced a smile and said, “Let you be discharged from the hospital first and fully recover before we talk about it.” But no matter how you looked at her smile, it seemed somewhat forced.

It seems that the idea of ​​”ending” that Mom mentioned today may have been lingering in her mind for a long time, and was not just a spur-of-the-moment decision. This makes me feel a bittersweet sense of relief amidst my anger and sadness.

My mother is lucid, but this lucidity makes me even more sorrowful.

Zhao Chenyu seemed completely oblivious to the forced smile in his mother’s eyes, or rather, he chose to ignore it. A mischievous grin returned to his face as he playfully shook his still-erect penis, saying, “That’s right! Sister Wanyi still has to take care of my ‘rehabilitation training’!” His mother lightly spat at him, the blush that had just faded from her face returning. But she didn’t say anything more, silently pulling the blanket up over Zhao Chenyu, covering his restless lower body.

But a noticeable little mound in the center of the raised blanket still drew the mother’s gaze. Her hands unconsciously returned to the base of her tightly pressed thighs, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

The screen flashed again.

The mother, dressed in a pink floral chiffon dress, slumped weakly against the cold wall of the hospital room. Zhao Chenyu stood beside the bed, his tall frame leaning forward, his shadow completely enveloping her, exuding an aura of oppression and possessiveness. He was thrusting his hips, his erect penis repeatedly penetrating her forced, parted red lips. This position was utterly humiliating, yet the mother’s hands were actually cupping and playing with Zhao Chenyu’s scrotum!

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Muffled groans escaped from deep within her throat as her mother was forced to endure the pain. Her legs were involuntarily spread wide due to the squatting position and the stimulation, the soft hem of her skirt was stretched taut, and between her slightly trembling legs, a dark blue stain, stained even deeper by her love fluid, was accidentally revealed in the center of her light blue underwear. It was like an alluring whirlpool in a deep ocean, dazzling and obscene, making it impossible for me to look away.

The scene switched again without warning.

Zhao Chenyu pressed his mother’s arm against the white door of the ward, their fingers intertwined, their arms raised above her head and pressed against the door, as they engaged in a passionate, possessive kiss. In this scene, the mother’s voluptuous and alluring body had changed from a soft dress to a sharply tailored, sophisticated dark blue business suit.

“Pop! Sister Wanyi, you’re here right after class?” Zhao Chenyu asked, panting.

“Hmm~” The mother, her face flushed and her eyes darting around, nodded slightly, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps, her gaze still somewhat unfocused.

“Don’t leave at noon, let’s have lunch together.” “No! I have to leave soon.” “Then let’s kiss one more time.” “Mmm!” The mother’s protest was silenced again, turning into a muffled sob.

The screen flickered again.

The two stood embracing each other in front of the bright, sun-drenched window.

Mom changed into an apricot-colored knitted long dress, the soft fabric clinging to her curves. They didn’t do anything excessive, just embraced each other quietly and closely.

Zhao Chenyu rested his chin on the top of his mother’s head, her cheek against his chest, and outside the window was the view of the hospital garden. At that moment, there was an eerie sense of tranquility.

Zhao Chenyu said in a low voice, “Sister Wanyi, the weather outside is so nice, shall we go for a walk?” His mother immediately shook her head, her tone a mixture of shyness and wariness: “No… Last time we went out together in the corner of the garden, you… you weren’t behaving yourself!” “I just want to kiss you, I promise I won’t touch you inappropriately,” Zhao Chenyu promised, his voice seductive.

“No! Absolutely not outside! What if someone sees us…” The mother’s refusal was unusually firm, tinged with lingering fear.

Zhao Chenyu could only reluctantly give in to his mother’s resolute stance, but his eyes darted around, and he immediately switched to an excited tone, making another, even more outrageous request: “Then… Sister Wanyi, this time… I want to ejaculate on your face.” His mother was always like this; after refusing someone, a pang of guilt would rise in her heart, or perhaps she was momentarily stunned by this blunt request. Her eyes struggled for a moment. She glared at Zhao Chenyu, seemingly scolding him for pushing his luck, but her body reacted before her reason—her long legs slowly bent, and she finally knelt obediently on the clean floor in front of Zhao Chenyu. Then she reached out and skillfully untied the drawstring of his hospital pants, her movements so fluid they sent a shiver down my spine, as if she had done it countless times before.

“You naughty guy…you just know how to torment me in different ways…” Mom raised her head and scolded playfully, her tone a mix of resentment and anger. Then, she opened her red lips and took the already erect penis into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting it out with all her might.

The scene flashed again, but the mother’s apricot-colored dress remained unchanged, indicating that this scene followed immediately after the previous one.

At this moment, the mother was still kneeling beneath Zhao Chenyu. But she had stopped swallowing, tilting her head slightly back, her chin raised, revealing a section of her fair and graceful neck, her face displaying an expression of forced calm. However, beneath this feigned composure lay an undeniable tension. Because—a thick, fleshy penis, covered in her saliva, was being held by Zhao Chenyu, constantly wriggling, slapping, and smearing against her dignified and gentle face. The glans brushed against her brow bone, eyelids, nose, and cheeks; each hot touch and intense masculine scent made her eyelashes tremble violently.

“Huff! Huff~” Zhao Chenyu’s breathing became more and more rapid. He was no longer satisfied with just applying the paste. He began to quickly stroke the base of his penis with his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the process of his mother being “defiled”.

“It’s going to shoot! It’s about to shoot! Wanyi, catch it!” he roared.

“Pfft—pfft—” The next second, the urethral opening of the glans suddenly burst open, and gushes of thick, hot, white, viscous semen, like a long-suppressed volcanic eruption, sprayed onto the mother’s smooth forehead, her carefully groomed eyebrows, her tightly closed and trembling eyelids, her delicate nose, her flushed cheeks, and her plump red lips that used to only utter soft words… One gushe after another, endlessly.

Even after more than a dozen intense ejaculations had ended, Zhao Chenyu’s penis was still rubbing against his mother’s semen-covered chin, pulling out strands of sticky silver.

At this moment, her mother’s entire face was almost entirely covered by a thick layer of semen that emitted a strong, fishy smell, like a lewd mask. This murky, viscous liquid ruthlessly defiled her innate sanctity and dignity, dragging her into the deepest quagmire of lust.

It also tarnished my perfect home…

The screen flashed again.

My mother and Zhao Chenyu were leaning side by side on the windowsill of the hospital room, gazing at the view of the garden below, chatting idly. This scene was so similar to what I had seen this afternoon. But the lace T-shirt my mother was wearing—not what she was wearing today—further confirmed that this was a moment in time before summer had arrived.

“I’ve noticed, Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu turned his head, a mischievous grin on his face, his tone flippant, “that you seem to… really like ‘eating’ dicks.” “I don’t!” Mom immediately retorted with a smile, her tone sounding like a coquettish complaint, her cheeks flushing.

“Then why are you always so wet when I touch you down there, hmm?” Zhao Chenyu took advantage of the situation, reaching out to hug his mother’s soft waist from behind, pulling her closer, and whispering with his chin resting on her neck.

His mother, held in his arms, merely tilted her head slightly, turning her burning cheeks to the other side, without giving any reply.

This silent acquiescence tightened my heart more than any words could express.

“Sister Wanyi, we can—” “No!” Before he could finish speaking, his mother reacted as if she had been pricked by a needle, interrupting him immediately. She even broke free from his embrace and took a small step back, her tone resolute.

“No…” the mother murmured, head bowed, as if admonishing herself.

The atmosphere between the two instantly fell into an awkward silence that was neither warm nor cold.

So, in other words, for the past few months, Mom has been holding firm to the last line of defense, refraining from having actual penetrative sexual relations with Zhao Chenyu. She is still guarding that fragile promise of “just tonight” made under the Hawaiian sunset.

But what’s the point? Hugging, caressing, passionate kisses, even deep throating and swallowing semen, facial ejaculation… which of these is something a married woman, a mother, should do with this young man? I even thought that because she couldn’t cross that final line again, Zhao Chenyu might suggest something even more outrageous— “Okay,” Zhao Chenyu broke the silence first, his disappointment quickly replaced by a malicious interest. He shrugged, his tone relaxed, “Then I’ll just have to trouble Wanyi’s little mouth again~” Almost the instant his words fell, Mom had already instinctively bent her knees and knelt down in front of him. “Didn’t we just do it once? You, you, don’t you know how to take care of your body?” Mom knelt on the ground, tilted her head back, and complained helplessly, but her hand had already risen, skillfully reaching for his waistband, ready to serve him as she had done countless times before.

However, this time Zhao Chenyu gently brushed her hand away. He turned around, his back to his mother, and slowly and methodically pulled his loose hospital pants and underwear down to his knees.

“How about we try a different direction this time?” Zhao Chenyu turned his head, turned his face to the side and gave his mother a flirtatious smile, while slowly sticking out his bare buttocks.

“You…sigh~ I shouldn’t have fallen for your trick and given you a bath!” The mother’s face quickly flushed with shame and indignation, and she said with a helpless and annoyed smile.

Seeing this scene, a thought that made my blood almost freeze struck my mind like lightning!

Really?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

How could Mom… How could she…

Before I could even muster all my strength to frantically deny, scream, and resist this terrible thought, the next scene, like the cruelest torture, was branded onto my retina—my gentle and loving mother, my virtuous and elegant mature woman, my intellectual and meticulous university teacher, my charming doctoral student, my mom, buried her dignified and beautiful rosy face—into Zhao Chenyu’s buttocks! The screen went black, and the video ended.

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