Chapter 111

My hands trembled as I sorted the video files Mu Qianning had sent by their creation dates. When the date of the top file came into view, my breath almost stopped—the creation date was… June 21st?

This date is etched deeply into my mind.

Wow, so early! Isn’t this the day Jingyan and Aunt Ouyang discovered that Zhao Qingjun and I had a drunken affair?

I suppressed the surging anger within me and clicked on the video. The screen lit up, but it didn’t fill the entire screen; instead, only a rectangular area stood upright, radiating a blurry, ambiguous halo.

This is a door, the bathroom door, the bathroom door of Xuanman’s house. The camera is hidden in a corner directly opposite the door, as if waiting for something.

Inside the door, the soft sound of dripping water echoed faintly; outside, utter darkness rolled in.

Inside the door, a hazy figure swayed slightly; outside, clothes were scattered haphazardly on the ground.

In the dim light, I carefully examined the clothes scattered on the ground: an oversized blue lace bra, wrinkled men’s underwear, and a crumpled-up woman’s lace panties…

Just then, the continuous sound of water in my headphones suddenly stopped. I instinctively frowned and focused all my attention on my hearing.

A very faint popping sound, like an ant suddenly biting my eardrum. I stared at the glass of the bathroom door and saw two blurry shadows, now intertwined.

“Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~” The woman’s suppressed panting, though muffled, clearly reached my ears through the door.

“Pop~ Mm~ Pop! Mm!” “Ah~ No! Don’t suck anymore… We… Ah! We can’t do this!” That familiar trembling voice of passion instantly shattered all my hopes.

“Is it really impossible?” The burly figure’s words were full of feigned pitifulness.

“No more~” The words of the voluptuous figure were blurry, weak, but firm.

“Alright…” The disappointed male voice ended, and the muscular figure moved away from the voluptuous figure, as if turning around. A barrier of light instantly separated the two, so close, yet so far…

The scene fell into a sorrowful silence, but this silence lasted only a few seconds before the voluptuous figure moved.

She moved forward a few steps, pressing her fullest and softest parts against the back of the muscular figure.

“Since you’ve already… made your choice… go back… and live your own… life properly…” The woman’s voice was slow, gentle, and tender, filled with a lingering reluctance that welled up from her heart.

The burly figure slowly turned around and hugged the voluptuous figure tightly again. For the next ten seconds or so, no sound was heard, only the two shadows embracing each other in the dim light.

But in this hazy silence, I saw the plump figure being pressed down by something, gradually sinking down, and slowly kneeling in front of the burly figure. Suddenly, a thick and ferocious black stick arched out from the relatively flat lower body of the burly figure.

“You… sigh~” After a sigh, a gap suddenly appeared in the outline of the plump figure’s face. The gap was aimed at the next second, and the front part of the black stick shadow disappeared into the gap and did not reappear for a long time.

“Mmm~” A deep, satisfied male breath could be faintly heard.

“Ugh~ Ugh~ Hmm~ Ugh ugh ugh ugh!” A muffled nasal sound, like accompaniment, occasionally came as the plump figure moved its head back and forth.

“Pop!” The sound of the bottle cap being opened seemed to pierce my eardrums. “I’ve already ejaculated twice today, how come it’s still so hard…” “Only twice? Do you remember that night, your palms, your breasts, and the outside of your vulva…” “Stop talking~” The woman’s voice interrupted angrily and embarrassedly.

“Ah~ so comfortable~” the male voice exclaimed again.

The burly figure turned around after letting out a cry of pain, this time seemingly with his buttocks facing the voluptuous figure.

“And what about the back, the part you just washed for me…” “Sigh~ I’ll grant your wish today.” The woman’s voice was somber. Then, I saw the face of the voluptuous figure once again press against the outline of the muscular figure’s buttocks.

Seeing this, the last glimmer of light in my heart was completely swallowed up, shrouded in a deathly darkness, my ears were ringing, and I could hardly think.

When I managed to refocus my vision and consciousness, all that remained in the video was the continuous sound of pattering water trying to wash away all the sins.

“Pfft—it’s been so long, why haven’t you ejaculated yet?” The voluptuous figure had already stood up, facing the muscular figure, her tone complex.

“Because I miss you~ I’m so hard all over.” The muscular figure embraced the voluptuous figure again, the two shadows intertwined once more, inseparable. Only in the instant their bodies pressed tightly together and then slightly separated, an irregular inverted triangular gap, like a sinful skylight, struggled and changed shape in the shadows of their intense entanglement.

Where else could it be? Of course, it’s the Southern Hemisphere with its full, voluptuous breasts, which, despite being squeezed tightly, still outline a seductive curve.

“Mmm~ kiss~” “No~ don’t pinch~ mmm! Don’t scratch—ah! You can’t do this…” The woman’s voice was soft and panting, filled with panic.

“You’re so wet.” The man’s voice seductively whispered.

“No! You really can’t! You can’t do this…” The woman’s voice stopped her, and the ambiguous shadow temporarily stopped shaking violently.

“Then I’ll ask you a question, and you’ll answer me honestly, okay?” The male voice suddenly became clear and calm, carrying an air of complete control.

“What?” “It’s been half a year since last time, haven’t you… dreamed about that night?” “Uh—” A clear gasp seemed to suck all the air out of my ear canal. On the screen, the head of the voluptuous figure slumped down slowly, as if crushed by an invisible weight.

She didn’t answer, yet she answered everything.

“Ah—” A sudden, delicate cry broke the brief silence.

“No~ Don’t put it in~ Ah!” The voice was filled with fear and a tremor from being suddenly attacked. The voluptuous figure was shoved against the wall with force, trembling with a certain rhythm. At the same time, the sound of splashing water rang out again.

But it wasn’t the sound of a shower.

“Look at you, so much water just from a light tap, like it’s raining.” “Ah~ no! Stop it—ah~” Another soft cry rang out as her voluptuous figure was roughly turned around, her most prominent curves shifting from her breasts to her full, pert buttocks.

The bulging fleshy rod of the burly figure disappeared deep into the rounded curves like a punctured ball, shattering the limp figure’s powerless struggle and the blurry illusion in my eyes.

My mother was penetrated by Zhao Chenyu again.

“Ah—it’s so swollen…” the mother cried out in pain, but mixed with the pain was a sense of physiological release.

“Ah—so wet…” Zhao Chenyu’s satisfied panting followed.

“You… pull it out—ah!” Before Mom could finish her weak protest, a dull thud rang out, interrupting her words and giving way to a louder, more uncontrolled moan and violent trembling of her body!

“Sister Wanyi, you climaxed as soon as it went in~ How much do you want it?” Zhao Chenyu teased his mother.

The mother did not answer. “Slap!” “Slap! Slap!” “Slap! Slap slap!” The sounds of impact grew more and more frequent. The black shadow of the stick connecting the mother and Zhao Chenyu’s sinful bodies appeared, disappeared, appeared again, and disappeared again in the dim light…

“Ah!” “Uh! Ah!” “Ah! No!” The mother’s moans grew clearer and clearer. Her plump body, pressed against the wall, bent lower and lower with the violent thrusts from behind, while her buttocks uncontrollably arched higher and higher. This posture… seemed to be resisting, yet also carrying a hint of servile acceptance.

“Sister Wanyi, look down. Every time I pull out, wow! There’s so much vaginal fluid on the floor! So much!” Zhao Chenyu said, stimulating his mother with his words as he thrust in and out.

“Ah~ no~ no way… uh!” Mom still protested, but her voice was so weak that even she couldn’t believe it. “Sister Wanyi, before, when we were in the hospital, every time you gave me… oral sex, you closed your eyes and were so serious. Weren’t you also relieving your own inner desires?” Zhao Chenyu continued to tear at Mom’s dignity with his words.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!” The rhythm of the impacts remained deliberately steady.

“Ah, no…no, uh!” The mother’s protest was tinged with a hint of panic at having her secret exposed.

“So you won’t let me touch your private parts, is it because every time we kiss or do oral sex, your private parts are soaking wet, and you’re afraid I’ll find out?” Zhao Chenyu persisted.

But I know that what Zhao Chenyu said is true, because I saw it with my own eyes.

“Uh…no! Don’t move! We…ah! No!”

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Mom protested verbally, but her body betrayed her—her upper body, which had been able to barely stand upright just moments before, was now completely prone under Zhao Chenyu’s relentless and powerful thrusts. Only her arms and trembling legs were struggling to support her weight, her buttocks sticking up high, enduring the intense impacts from behind that went straight to the depths of her soul. Two large, dark mounds hung down in front of Mom’s chest, like black bells, swaying and swaying under the impact of the “flesh hammer.” “So when you first came in, I touched your genitals… how come they were already wet?” Zhao Chenyu’s words shocked me again!

Did Mom take the initiative to contact him?

“Uh…you’re kidding me! Ah…no! Ah, it was clearly you…you said you wanted to see me tonight…uh!” The mother’s rebuttal grew weaker and weaker, not physically, but from a guilty conscience.

“Sister Wanyi, you can’t forget~ you can’t forget that night! You can’t forget me! Your body is telling me! You are my woman!” Zhao Chenyu roared repeatedly, as if asserting his ownership, each roar accompanied by a deeper and heavier thrust. His words were like a spell, shattering his mother’s defenses time and time again, causing her to sink into the vortex of desire.

“Ah—” “Ah—uh!” “Uh no—ah!” “Stop! Ah—ah ah—” The mother let out a series of high-pitched, distorted moans, and on the screen, the shadows of her legs trembled violently. In just a few minutes, this was the second time… her body had betrayed her will and reached orgasm.

The glass door, shrouded in mist, seemed like an insurmountable barrier, completely separating two worlds. Inside was a sea of ​​depravity and sin; outside was… my utterly shattered reality.

Zhao Chenyu still held his mother’s almost limp body tightly from behind, breathing heavily, and said in a very “considerate” tone in his mother’s ear: “Sister Wanyi, these past six months… you’ve endured so much on your own—you’ve suffered so much~” These words were like a key that had been prepared long ago, and in just an instant, they unlocked a hidden lock in his mother’s heart.

I saw my mother’s shadow tremble violently, not just a physical reaction, but a shudder as if her soul had been struck. Then, as if all her bones and strength had been drained away, she collapsed limply against Zhao Chenyu’s body.

“Sister Wanyi, don’t rush… I want to make you… even happier!” “Smack!” Another exceptionally loud impact!

“Ah—” Mother let out a long, tearful moan. Just then, the bathroom door, which had only vaguely reflected two intertwined shadows, suddenly changed. First, a pair of hands shot upwards, then slammed hard against the glass door, fingers spread wide. Next came a shocked, flushed face, and finally, two large, full, soft breasts slammed against the cold glass door. “Smack—” The lewd sound of flesh pressing against the slippery glass filled the air. Two full, soft, snow-white breasts were flattened and deformed against the cold glass, forming two elastic mounds, instantly leaving two clear, large “dry marks” on the glass. In the center of the fleshy stain, two erect nipples were squeezed tightly by the surrounding flesh, helplessly and lonely, like two seals nailed to a pillar of shame, or like Mother now trapped in the bathroom, her body and mind imprisoned and ravaged.

“Bang!” Another pair of large hands appeared, grabbing Mom’s wrists, which were raised above her head and pressed against the glass.

“Slap slap slap!” The sounds of even more violent thrusting rang out again, showing no mercy.

“Wanyi! Do you remember this feeling? Your vagina is completely filled with my cock! It’s sucking so tight! It misses me! It’s a million times more honest than your mouth!” Zhao Chenyu continued to attack his mother’s fragile nerves with vulgar language. “Ugh!” His mother lost the ability to organize her thoughts, and could only let out broken moans from being thrust into her.

“Sister Wanyi, you’ve actually been looking forward to this moment all along,” Zhao Chenyu continued to guide her.

“Ahhh!” The mother’s response was still uncontrollable sobbing.

“Sister Wanyi, I’m sorry, it was my fault, I should have found out sooner!” “Hmph~ Ahh!” “It’s my fault for making you lose half a year of happiness! It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!” Zhao Chenyu’s twisted words made me grit my teeth.

“Ah…uh!” Mom still didn’t answer. “Slap—” The violent thrusting sound suddenly stopped, and Zhao Chenyu’s face shadow appeared vaguely on the side of Mom’s head, which was pressed against the glass, his lips almost touching Mom’s ear.

“Sister Wanyi, are you feeling alright? Tell me~” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was deep and seductive.

A brief, deathly silence.

Then……

A soft hum escaped from deep within my mother’s throat, reaching my brain, but it transformed into a bolt of lightning that shattered my mental defenses.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The even more unrestrained sounds of impact rang out again, as if celebrating this final “victory”.

“Sister Wanyi, are you feeling comfortable?” Zhao Chenyu asked loudly.

“Ugh! Ahh!” The mother’s voice was very broken, and it was hard to tell whether the “ugh” was a painful groan or a pitiful admission.

“Uh, so tight, Wanyi, have you always wanted to make love with me? Hmm?” Zhao Chenyu’s voice suddenly turned low again. “You don’t have to tell me… just tell yourself…”

“Uh! Yes…” Amidst the chaotic groans and sounds of impact, the mother finally uttered a word with clear meaning.

The word “yes” was like a dagger, instantly piercing my eardrums and violently stirring my brain.

“Okay! Wanyi! Let’s continue.” Zhao Chenyu finally revealed his purpose.

“No…” the mother managed to murmur weakly amidst her intense physical reaction.

“I know what you’re thinking, I won’t disturb your life.” Zhao Chenyu’s thrusting suddenly slowed down deliberately, “Just to give you a little pleasure when you need it.” “Slap—slap—” His thrusting became heavy and slow again, each one reaching the deepest part of his mother. His mother’s delicate body trembled violently with each slow, forceful impact, like a flower withering in the wind.

“Wanyi~ Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu murmured his mother’s name as he thrust in and out.

The mother’s breathing became more and more rapid and out of control. Her pair of plump breasts, pressed tightly against the cold glass door, wriggled uncontrollably upwards with each forward impact, rubbing off many water droplets from the glass and even leaving two full, rounded marks.

“Slap slap slap slap slap—” Zhao Chenyu suddenly and without warning increased the speed and force of his thrusting again, as fierce as a storm.

“Mmm~ Mmm~ Ahhh!” The mother’s voice was broken by the impact.

“Wanyi, be my woman, be my woman…” Zhao Chenyu’s murmurs and his mother’s uncontrollable moans intertwined wildly, weaving a web of depravity. “Wanyi~ let me give you pleasure~” “Wanyi~ promise me~ promise me~” Under Zhao Chenyu’s increasingly fierce thrusting, his mother’s delicate body gradually slid down, her lower body, just as before, uncontrollably arching backward, seeking a deeper contact from instinct, detached from consciousness. And the two mounds of her large breasts pressed against the glass, as her body slid down, the contact area with the glass door became smaller and smaller, the two wet, rounded marks being stretched and deformed.

“Slap slap slap!” “Wanyi! Promise me!” “Ahhh—yes! Ah—” In the midst of extreme chaos and the onslaught of orgasm, Mom finally blurted out “yes!” But the word was immediately drowned out by even louder moans that followed! At the same time, her breasts were completely detached from the glass door, hanging limply in front of her, swaying helplessly with the trembling of her body…

Mom… had another orgasm.

I stared blankly at the bathroom door, which was covered in steam and mess. On the glass door, which was originally covered with water droplets, the wet handprints left by four hands that slid down were strangely intertwined, as if their fingers were tightly clasped together.

What made my heart stop even more was that, as my mother’s ample breasts slid up and down against the door, the two wet, rounded mounds met at the top and the tips at the bottom, and when they were put together, they actually formed a heart shape…

A blasphemous heart shape outlined by my mother’s breast flesh and water stains…

Through this sinful “heart-shaped” window, I saw that my mother had been turned around by Zhao Chenyu. Her smooth and delicate back skin filled the entire “heart shape,” as if it had been filled with the most absurd and precious colors in the world. But the next moment, two thick male arms tightly bound my mother’s back, as if binding the heart shape with a black, hairy chain.

The screen went black, and the video ended.

A profound sense of loss washed over me. My brain, like a rusty gear, struggled to function, trying to process all of this. When exactly did this happen? The filename indicated June 21st.

Wait, no, how could this be June 21st? That day I was at Xuanman’s house—no, this isn’t about the 21st, it’s about the night of the 20th. So, while Zhao Qingjun and I were drunk, my mother and Zhao Chenyu were having sex at Xuanman’s house?

I suddenly remembered the bed sheet that had been left in the washing machine and hadn’t been dried when I was checking Xuanman’s house on the night of the 21st.

So that’s how it is. After the two finished in the bathroom, they went back to the bedroom and continued their “intestinal battle”? After all, according to Zhao Chenyu’s shameless statement, his mother had been unable to escape the lust he had aroused for the past six months.

That afternoon, Mom had solemnly told Zhao Chenyu that she wanted to completely end this wrong relationship, but by evening…

Wait a minute! I remember Jingyan was staying with her mother that day! How did she end up at Xuanman’s house again?

Could it be that Jingyan and her mother had already…

A chill rose from the soles of my feet.

I quickly clicked on the second video.

The scene was actually in the living room of a detached house!

The camera was pointed directly at the large, rainbow-colored leather sofa in the center of the living room. What I saw on the sofa almost took my breath away.

The mother lay naked on her side on the sofa, her right hand bent and resting under her head, her cheek slightly against the back of her hand. Her left arm rested naturally on her full and beautiful side profile, her palm seemingly intentionally or unintentionally lightly touching her rounded buttocks, her fingertips slightly curled. She seemed to be deliberately posing in a languid manner, yet unable to hide her shyness.

Her full, proud breasts were completely exposed, drooping slightly to one side due to her lying position, which only made them appear more heavy and soft. Some faint red marks could be seen on her breasts. Her lower abdomen rose and fell with a slight tension. Her left leg was bent, with her knees together, trying to cover up the hidden valley between her legs.

Her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, her eyes were slightly daring, she dared not look directly at the camera, and her body was stiff with tension and shame, but she tried her best to maintain a “natural” posture.

I don’t know if my mother was willing, but this indulgent behavior was in stark contrast to her usual dignified and self-restrained image.

This scene was just like Rose lying on the sofa in Titanic, waiting for Jack to recreate the classic scene! However, my mother’s figure was much fuller and more mature than Rose’s in the movie. Classic and modern, film and reality, were intertwined in my life, yet they filled me with pain.

“Is it… all done?” The mother’s voice trembled, filled with shyness. She was very uncomfortable with this naked display, her body was a little stiff, but she had to maintain her composure.

Because Zhao Chenyu was pointing a camera at her!

It’s not a drawing board, it’s actually a camera?

How could my mother allow him to be so presumptuous? How could my mother, who has always been conservative and self-disciplined, agree to such a request?

Like a professional photographer, Zhao Chenyu moved around his mother on the sofa, searching for the best angle. After a burst of flashes, Zhao Chenyu finally said, “Okay, perfect!” His mother felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Almost immediately, she reached for a thin silk blanket hidden behind her and quickly wrapped it around her naked body, leaving only her flushed face exposed.

By the time she sat up, Zhao Chenyu had already plopped down next to her, pressing close to her smooth body. His left arm naturally went behind his mother, pulling her into his embrace, while his right hand held up the camera, the screen facing them. They nestled together like an intimate couple, admiring the “work” they had just taken.

“Am I right, Wanyi?” Zhao Chenyu said shamelessly, his tone full of admiration, “You’re incredibly beautiful! This is simply art! The pinnacle of human body art!” His mother didn’t answer immediately, but instead carefully looked at the camera screen, her fingers pressing buttons, switching between the photos she had just taken. The light from the screen reflected in her clear eyes, a complex shimmering light—a mixture of shyness, surprise, and unease.

“Hmm~” After a while, Mom hummed softly, “Your photography skills… are really good.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her face flushed even more, and she unconsciously shrank further into the blanket, as if trying to hide this emotion that she shouldn’t have.

“With a perfect model like Wanyi, only we can take such alluring nude art photos~ Mwah!” Zhao Chenyu said proudly, and then kissed his mother on the cheek.

Instead of flinching, Mom slightly turned her head, a faint smile playing on her lips: “I’ve seen some nude art in magazines before, and I thought those models were really daring… Actually, Lanlan mentioned it to me before, encouraging me to try it, but I didn’t have the guts back then… Even now, I still haven’t.” “Hmm~ So this can be considered fulfilling one of Wanyi’s secretly kept wishes, right?” Zhao Chenyu chuckled.

“I guess so~” Her mother’s tone was a mixture of satisfaction and unspoken melancholy. “If you hadn’t… pestered me and begged me, I might never have had the courage.” “Want to take some more pictures in different poses?” Zhao Chenyu pressed.

Mom shook her head: “No need, just take this one.” She was still lost in a sense of melancholy.

But Zhao Chenyu didn’t notice.

“Hehe~” Zhao Chenyu chuckled mischievously, put down the camera, wrapped his arms around his mother, ripped off the blanket from her body, and grabbed her left breast with his large hand.

“Ah—uh!” The mother’s exclamation was barely out of her mouth when Zhao Chenyu’s lips pressed tightly against hers.

Zhao Chenyu then gently pushed his mother down onto the large rainbow sofa. The sofa was spacious enough that his mother’s head rested precisely on the blue leather section. Her long, smooth, black hair, like black silk being blown by the wind, instantly spread out and spread across the blue “sea,” carrying a kind of beauty and fragility swept by a whirlwind.

After a breathtakingly wet kiss, Mom complained, slightly out of breath, “You’re still doing this~ I… I’m already exhausted…” Zhao Chenyu, panting heavily, quickly pulled down his underwear and said, “That’s exactly how you take photos—when you’re exhausted, they’ll have the best flavor! Lazy, natural! Wanyi, you looked so beautiful just now, and my cock was already rock hard!” Mom’s face showed a helpless expression, but she didn’t really resist strongly. Zhao Chenyu’s already erect and thick penis was already skillfully pressed against Mom’s vulva, gently rubbing left and right to part her tender labia, smoothly penetrating deep into Mom’s body.

“Ah—!” Mom suddenly straightened her fair neck, her mouth opened wide uncontrollably, and she let out a long groan filled with pain.

Is it that smooth? Does that mean Mom got wet while taking the picture?

“Slap slap slap!” The sounds of flesh colliding echoed once again in the villa’s living room, a place once filled with countless acts of debauchery.

“Ugh~ Hmm!” Zhao Chenyu’s assault became even wilder. He grabbed his mother’s large breasts with both hands, his fingers digging deep into the full flesh, leaving more marks on the red welts. He knelt upright, thrusting his hips powerfully against his mother’s slightly raised buttocks. His ugly penis ravaged and ravaged her body with his fierce thrusts. His mother’s fair legs limply rested on either side of Zhao Chenyu’s lower back. With each withdrawal, her legs would lift slightly; and when Zhao Chenyu’s waist pressed down heavily again, her legs would arch upwards in response to the sudden, intense filling inside her.

“Slap slap slap!” As Zhao Chenyu’s thrusting speed increased, Mom’s legs completely lost their footing and were suspended in mid-air, like a pair of pitiful little white wings, swaying futilely with the rhythm of the impact, forever unable to break free from this cage of desire, unable to fly away. “Ah ah~ Chenyu~ Don’t move~ Hurry! Stop~ Please… uh uh I can’t take it anymore… ah!” Mom kept begging for mercy, her voice becoming much hoarse.

Despite his mother’s pleas for mercy, Zhao Chenyu did not slow down; instead, he thrust even harder. His hands moved from his mother’s breasts to her waist, gripping her tightly and keeping her under his control, ensuring that each penetration reached its deepest point.

However, amidst this lewd scene, a chilling detail suddenly drew all my attention—there was a person standing in the shadows where the entrance to the living room turned into the living room!

The man covered his mouth tightly with his hand, his eyes wide open, his body stiff, staring intently at the lewd scene unfolding on the sofa.

It’s Xuanman!

Zhao Chenyu seemed completely unsurprised by Xuanman’s appearance, even more excited than before. He continued his thrusting while using obscene language to coerce his mother: “Is it good? Wanyi, tell me, is it good?!” “Comfortable…comfortable…” his mother groaned, her mind hazy.

“Do you like it? Do you like being fucked by me?” “I…I like it…ah!” Mom’s answer was quick, almost instinctive.

Just then, the mother’s body suddenly tensed up, and under Zhao Chenyu’s wave after wave of intense thrusts, the mother reached another climax.

“…” Mom’s mouth gaped open, her body convulsing in extreme pleasure, yet she couldn’t even utter a moan. A large amount of love juice gushed uncontrollably from their point of contact, splashing onto the red and orange leather of the rainbow sofa beneath her, leaving a lewd, wet stain.

The mother collapsed completely, like a flower wilted by a torrential rain. This showed just how intense and lewd her relationship with Zhao Chenyu had been before the photos were taken.

Only then did Zhao Chenyu stop what he was doing and, without turning his head, said towards the entrance, “Stop hiding. You’ve been watching for so long, come out.” Hearing this, the mother immediately looked up, following Zhao Chenyu’s gaze. When her eyes fell on Xuanman standing in the shadows, she instantly let out a terrified scream! “Ah! Xuanman?! This—!” She struggled to push Zhao Chenyu away, but he easily held her arm down.

“Wanyi, stop hiding, Xuanman saw everything.” Zhao Chenyu’s tone was very calm, instantly draining all of her mother’s strength. In despair, she covered her face with one hand, while the other hand fell limply to her side, as if she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.

Xuanman emerged from the shadows, trembling as if sleepwalking. Her calves felt like lead, moving slowly while her thighs remained tightly clenched. Her hands still barely covered her mouth, her lips trembling as she murmured, “Mom…Mom…?” Xuanman slowly walked to the sofa, her gaze shifting in terror between her naked and ashamed mother and the equally naked but smug Zhao Chenyu. Her voice trembled as she asked, “What…what happened?! Zhao Chenyu! What did you do to my mother?!” Zhao Chenyu smiled, his tone casual as if chatting: “That’s how it is. Didn’t we ‘talk’ about it before? See, I did it.” “What did we talk about?!” Xuanman suddenly roared, “I was just—” “—joking, huh? Just playing around? Having fun?” Zhao Chenyu interrupted Xuanman, silencing her unspoken explanation. Xuanman froze.

Zhao Chenyu seized the opportunity, pressing her relentlessly with his twisted logic: “Didn’t you say… you always felt a lot of pressure, and that you wanted to find someone to ‘share’ it with you?” “Didn’t you say that after you accidentally saw Mom spying on us, you were heartbroken?” “Now ‘it’ has really come, and I really did what you said, ‘share’ it, so why are you unwilling now? Huh?” Xuanman was rendered speechless by this series of distorted and misleading questions. Her face turned pale, and her body trembled even more violently. Her mother, lying on the sofa, also shuddered violently upon hearing the word “spying.”

Zhao Chenyu’s words were like two poisoned arrows shot from a bow, hitting the chaotic mother and daughter in front of him at the same time.

Unfortunately, the mother and daughter are my mother and my younger sister.

Zhao Chenyu casually placed his hand on Xuan Man’s trembling shoulder and gently pressed down.

With a thud, Xuanman’s already weak legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees on the cold floor, kneeling before her naked mother and this lecherous monster. Zhao Chenyu held his thick, still-covered penis, slick with his mother’s love juice, to Xuanman’s mouth, and roughly commanded, “Xuanman, take it in.” “No! Xuanman, no! No!” her mother struggled to stop him.

Zhao Chenyu turned to his mother with a strange smile: “Wanyi, are you mistaken? From beginning to end, Xuanman has been my real girlfriend. Isn’t our relationship normal?” These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing all of his mother’s protests and struggles. She froze, her mouth agape, but no sound came out.

Xuanman knelt on the ground, tilted her head back, and tremblingly reached out her hands to grasp the hot, throbbing penis that was so close to her. Her mouth trembled as it slowly opened, as if in slow motion, and then she took the large, purplish-red glans into her mouth.

Xuanman closed her eyes, seemingly unwilling to see all of this, unwilling to face the cruelty of reality. Her head began to move back and forth.

The mother tried to get up, but Zhao Chenyu simply reached out and lightly grabbed her soft, large breasts, then pushed her away. The already exhausted mother fell heavily back onto the sofa, her chest heaving violently.

The mother stared intently at Zhao Chenyu, her voice hoarse as she asked, “Zhao Chenyu… what… what are you trying to do?!” Zhao Chenyu didn’t answer directly, but instead pointed with his chin at Xuanman, who was giving him oral sex, and asked his mother in return, “Wanyi, look, is Xuanman still scared? Is she still trembling?” The mother’s gaze involuntarily fell on her daughter, Xuanman.

Strangely, after Xuanman began to suck on the penis, her violent trembling gradually subsided. Only tears continued to stream down her face…

The scene flashed, and the setting shifted to the bedroom on the second floor. It was in this familiar room that I had witnessed Aunt Ouyang’s downfall, witnessed Mu Lingze’s release, felt Jingyan’s distortion, and seen Jingyan and her daughter Aunt Ouyang submit to each other.

Now, history repeats itself, only the protagonists are my mother and my sister, and the bed sheets have changed from red to sea-blue.

The mother lay on her back on the bed, completely naked, as if what had just happened on the living room sofa was merely an intermission, and the curtain was now rising again. Beside her, Xuanman was being pinned down by Zhao Chenyu, enduring his relentless thrusts.

“It’s been half a year since I last touched you, Xuanman. I really miss this feeling.” Zhao Chenyu sighed, his broad back muscles undulating with each movement. With each thrust, Xuanman’s body jerked forward, only to be pulled back by his hands. The wet sounds from their joined bodies mingled with Xuanman’s intermittent moans and gasps, filling the entire room.

Xuanman gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, sobbing and begging for mercy: “No…don’t push anymore…I can’t take it…” Hearing Xuanman’s pleas, Zhao Chenyu showed no pity, but instead quickened his movements, thrusting even more violently. The sounds of flesh colliding became more frequent, and Xuanman’s pleas turned into more urgent moans and cries.

“Mmm… Daddy… It’s so big… No… No!” Xuanman moaned, her voice a mixture of struggle and ecstasy. Just as her body began to spasm and she was about to reach climax, Zhao Chenyu suddenly slowed down, leaving her on the verge of orgasm, unable to release. Xuanman twisted her waist, trying to seek more stimulation, her voice pleading: “Please…give it to me…” Zhao Chenyu suddenly increased the force, and Xuanman cried out in panic: “No…no…” Zhao Chenyu suddenly stopped, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside Xuanman, then remained still, teasing her: “Do you want it or not?” Xuanman was tormented by desire and could only plead: “Please…” Zhao Chenyu continued to ask: “When was the last time we made love?” Xuanman answered with a soft “Last time…with you…” “It’s been half a year, my darling has really suffered~” Zhao Chenyu lifted his hips, “Then I’ll let you have some fun.” With that, he suddenly accelerated, his thick penis moving in and out of Xuanman’s wet and slippery honey hole quickly, making a “gurgling” sound.

Xuanman was overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure and became incoherent, begging for more while simultaneously craving more: “No more…it’s too high…too deep~give it to me…” Her expression was distorted, and she seemed to be in a state of chaos.

The mother lay beside Xuanman, watching the lewd scene unfold so close to her, her eyes filled with pain and inner turmoil. After a moment’s hesitation, she finally sat up, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Zhao Chenyu… don’t torture Xuanman like this…” “Look at Xuanman,” Zhao Chenyu retorted, “Does she look like she’s being tortured?” The mother looked down at Xuanman, seeing her daughter’s face contorted in pleasure, her mouth wide open, soft, alluring moans escaping from her lips: “Ahhh! No! No more! I don’t want it anymore! It’s so deep! Ugh! Ugh! Please~ please stop! Please, ugh!” This scene was exactly like what had happened to her just moments before. The mother closed her eyes tightly, propped herself up, and tried to escape this lewd bed that made her feel utterly ashamed.

However, the moment her mother stood up, Zhao Chenyu suddenly began to thrust his hips wildly, his penis rapidly pumping in and out of Xuanman’s body. Xuanman, already on the verge of her limit, let out even more fragile and pitiful moans: “Ah~ Ahhh~~ Please~” “Uhhh! Uhhh—it’s all the way in, it’s all the way in, no, no! Uhhh! Can you rest for a bit~ Uhhh!” “Ahhh, just… just… uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Mom, save me, Mom, save me, uhhh, don’t~ push~ anymore!” Xuanman’s cries for help made her mother stop in her tracks again. But… how could she save her? As her mother hesitated in place, Zhao Chenyu’s thrusts became more and more intense. Before Xuanman could finish her first moan, a second one burst out, and she cried and screamed. Her legs were straight, her dangling feet pointing towards the ceiling, clearly on the verge of orgasm.

“Ah—” With a high-pitched, trembling moan, Xuanman’s body shuddered violently, her legs, which had been suspended in mid-air, slammed heavily onto the bed, just like her completely powerless body. Her honeyed entrance, stretched round and wet by the thick, hard penis, not only squeezed out wave after wave of clear love fluid, but also gushed out crystal-clear liquid in the afterglow of her orgasm. The clear love fluid flowed down her buttocks, staining the blue bed sheet, which was already soaked, with a large dark stain, like a lotus flower blooming on a blue canvas.

The mother was also shocked by what she saw. Although she had secretly watched Xuanman and Zhao Chenyu make love, the sight of her own daughter reaching orgasm so close and unobstructed still caused her mind to go blank for a moment, leaving her only able to stare blankly.

“I can’t take it anymore… ha… ha… I really can’t take it anymore…” Xuanman’s panting woke her mother, who shuddered and was about to turn and leave.

But the moment she turned around, Zhao Chenyu suddenly pulled his still erect penis out of the wetness and jumped off the bed to pounce on his mother!

“Ah—” The mother’s exclamation was cut off halfway. Zhao Chenyu wrapped his arms around his mother’s waist and easily carried her back to the bed, kneeling down and pressing down on the powerless Xuanman.

“Zhao Chenyu, you…you’ve gone too far in tormenting Xuanman like this!” the mother cried out in panic. But Zhao Chenyu’s next words instantly extinguished all of her anger.

“Wanyi, Xuanman and I haven’t broken up yet!” Before her mother could process the meaning of those words, the penis, covered in her daughter’s vaginal fluids, skillfully parted her mother’s tightly closed, moist labia and “plop” once again entered her mother’s body.

“Uh…” Mom’s body went limp, and her upper body almost collapsed onto Xuanman, but she still used her last bit of strength to support herself with her arms.

Zhao Chenyu began thrusting mercilessly. The mother tried to turn around and push Zhao Chenyu away, but no matter how she twisted and turned, it was all in vain. She tried to raise her head to avoid her daughter’s gaze, but her neck was weak and powerless. In the end, she could only lower her head and crash straight into Xuanman’s eyes, which reflected her disheveled appearance in a drunken climax.

There was truly no way to go to heaven or earth.

Shame overwhelmed the mother like a tidal wave. She could only raise a trembling hand and frantically cover Xuanman’s eyes, pleading intermittently amidst the increasingly violent impacts behind her and her own uncontrollable gasps: “Xuanman…don’t…don’t look at Mommy…” Her voice was already tinged with sobs.

“Slap slap slap slap slap!” The thrusting continued, the taboo between mother and daughter greatly stimulating Zhao Chenyu, giving him seemingly inexhaustible strength. His penis, like a pile driver, frantically pounded in and out of his mother’s wet and hot vagina. “Mommy~ Mommy~” Xuanman murmured softly in the afterglow of her orgasm, her hands loosening their grip on the pillow, but unsure where to put them.

The mother frowned, biting her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that was about to burst out of her throat. Her hand stubbornly blocked Xuanman’s view, as if as long as her daughter couldn’t see, the one currently receiving pleasure under the man was not herself, and all her previous half-hearted surrender had never happened.

Zhao Chenyu clearly noticed his mother’s humiliated expression and the hand blocking Xuanman’s view. He suddenly grabbed his mother’s arms and forcibly pulled her upper body up like a wild horse, making her upper body rise uphill.

“Ahhh~ Zhao Chenyu, you…stop! Ah!” The change in body position brought a deeper impact and a more intense stimulation. The mother finally couldn’t hold back any longer, opened her mouth, and let out a groan. Because Zhao Chenyu behind her was indeed acting like a madman.

He grabbed his mother’s arm, his hips slamming hysterically against her plump, white buttocks, creating waves of flesh that rolled and churned. The waves traveled up her waistline, causing her large, open breasts to swing violently like an out-of-control pendulum, their heaving flesh like heavy hammers repeatedly slamming into her chest and ribs. Her fair, alluring flesh rippled and surged on the blue sheets, like white waves crashing in a storm, one wave rising as another subsided.

As Zhao Chenyu thrust wildly, he roared, “Wanyi is my woman! And Xuanman is my woman too!” At their most intimate point of connection, the intense friction even created a ring of white foam. Each time his penis was withdrawn, several thick, silvery strands would be pulled from the inside of Zhao Chenyu’s thighs and his mother’s already reddened buttocks, only to be scattered and fly off with the next fierce thrust. “Ahhhhhh—” His mother didn’t want to moan, but her body’s instincts had already betrayed her will.

Xuanman, having regained her sight… was completely stunned. The full breasts that had once nourished her were shaking violently above her head, the slapping sounds deafening; her once gentle and loving face was now filled with a blissful, alluring flush; her once dignified and elegant body trembled violently, like a giant wave about to crash against her. And the culprit behind all this was her mother’s former “future son-in-law,” her “boyfriend” whom she hadn’t seen for six months—Zhao Chenyu.

“Slap slap slap!” “Ahhhh—I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take it anymore—ah!” Mom’s voice was hoarse, just like that morning in Hawaii.

“Smack—” After another deep and heavy thrust from Zhao Chenyu, Mom also experienced her climax, which she had not known how many times. The overwhelming pleasure churned within her body, and I saw that not only Mom’s body, but even her limbs were trembling and going weak.

“Pfft—” Zhao Chenyu suddenly pulled out his penis, and a stream of clear water gushed out from his mother’s honey hole, splashing onto the blue sheets and spreading out a rapidly expanding wet patch, like a whirlpool that suddenly appeared on the sea, making people sink into it.

“Bang—” The mother’s limbs could no longer support her body, and she crashed heavily onto her daughter’s delicate body. But at the last moment of contact, her subconscious instinct to “protect her daughter” made her body turn slightly, and her cheeks buried deeply in the pillow on Xuanman’s shoulder.

With her mother’s delicate body collapsing, Xuanman was able to see Zhao Chenyu again.

Zhao Chenyu straddled the intertwined mother and daughter, looking down at them like a victorious conqueror. His still-erect penis dripped with stringy droplets of fluid mixed with the mother and daughter’s secretions.

Xuanman gently embraced her mother, who was slumped over in a daze, her eyes glazed over yet something flickered within them.

Zhao Chenyu bent down and lifted his mother’s voluptuous body off Xuanman, laying her side by side beside her. Then, like a giant toad, he pounced on the mother and daughter. He first kissed his mother’s lips deeply, then hovered his face in front of the trembling Xuanman and whispered, “Welcome back, my darling. Did you like my surprise?” Before Xuanman could respond, his lips pressed heavily against hers.

The screen went black, and the video ended.