Chapter 114

The scene flashes and the camera cuts to the bedroom, where warm lighting makes it hard to tell if it’s night or day. Aunt Ouyang has changed into a set of black lace stockings and is standing in front of the full-length mirror, swaying from side to side and admiring her sexy, mature body.

The mother and Zhao Chenyu came out of the bathroom one after the other. Zhao Chenyu made no attempt to cover himself, while the mother was wrapped in a bath towel, her cheeks flushed.

Aunt Ouyang turned around at the sound, saw Mom, and a mischievous smile immediately appeared on her face. She picked up another pair of unopened stockings and waved them in front of Mom, saying, “Wanyi, come on, you should change into these too~” Mom immediately shook her head, frowning in resistance, “No! Lanlan, you know I never wear these…” Aunt Ouyang raised an eyebrow and pointed meaningfully to Zhao Chenyu beside her, “But… he likes them.” Zhao Chenyu nodded cooperatively, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Mom instinctively clutched the towel to her chest, her tone even more resolute: “No! This really won’t do.” Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu exchanged a glance, a knowing, mischievous smile appearing on their faces.

Aunt Ouyang deliberately dragged out her words, speaking to Zhao Chenyu in a coquettish tone: “Oh, you naughty master, look how disobedient Wanyi is, go!” His mother hurriedly refused: “Zhao Chenyu, don’t do anything rash! Lanlan, you’re egging him on again.” Zhao Chenyu hesitated for a moment, but Aunt Ouyang immediately gave him an encouraging look.

Upon receiving this signal, Zhao Chenyu no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and hugged his mother without saying a word.

“Ah—” Mom cried out softly, trying to struggle, but the bath towel had become loose during the pulling, so she dared not move too much.

“You… let go!” the mother said, both ashamed and anxious.

Just then, Aunt Ouyang also rushed over with a smile, flanking her mother with Zhao Chenyu on either side. Zhao Chenyu lowered his head, lifted the bath towel, and took one of his mother’s nipples into his mouth, sucking loudly; Aunt Ouyang, on the other hand, sucked on the other nipple, her red lips enveloping the areola, making a “slurping” sucking sound.

The mother’s large breasts were being fondled by both men. “Ah! No… um…” Her sensitive spots were attacked simultaneously, and half of her body went limp. Her struggles turned into weak resistance, and she kept pleading, “Stop… stop…” Aunt Ouyang raised her head, her lips moist, and asked with a wicked smile, “Then… want to switch?” The mother’s breath was unsteady. She glared at Aunt Ouyang in shame and anger, and cursed, “You… you female hooligan!” She then turned her gaze to Zhao Chenyu, “You… really like it?” Zhao Chenyu’s lips were still pressed against the mother’s breast. He raised his head, his eyes burning: “Of course I like it. I was even thinking of having Wanyi wear stockings and take photos of you.” The mother bit her lower lip, and the struggle on her face became even more obvious.

Seeing this, I felt a pang of frustration. I remembered how my father had subtly hinted many times that he hoped my mother would try wearing stockings, even if it was just to add a little spice to their relationship, but she always refused, citing reasons like “I’m not used to it” or “it’s too embarrassing.” Yet, faced with Zhao Chenyu and Aunt Ouyang’s “coercion,” she agreed so easily.

It turns out that the day I happened to see my mother wearing stockings and coming home with a shy expression, it wasn’t because of my father, but because of Zhao Chenyu.

I gave a wry smile to myself. It seems that in many stories, women are very likely to agree to the requests of “other men”.

Under Zhao Chenyu’s expectant gaze and Aunt Ouyang’s watchful eye, the mother nodded slightly.

Aunt Ouyang smiled triumphantly, opened the package of stockings in her hand, and handed it to her mother.

The mother took the thin stockings, took a deep breath, as if it were a solemn yet shameful ritual. She turned her back, and the colored bath towel slowly slid off her body, but another white fabric was about to cling to her jade-like legs.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed. She first rolled up one stocking, then carefully lifted one foot, pinching the tip of the stocking with her fingertips, and slowly smoothed the soft white silk along her slender ankle to her shapely calf. The stocking fabric brushed against her skin, making an extremely subtle rustling sound. Her beautiful foot was faintly pink through the white stockings.

Mother’s breathing grew heavier, her pretty face lowered. She slightly raised her legs, exposing the pinkish inner thighs. The stockings reached the back of her knees, slowly tightening to clench the tender flesh above her knees, slightly embedding into her nipples. The same action was repeated on her right leg, until both long legs were gradually encased in white stockings. Mother slightly bent over, pulling the stockings up past her knees to her thighs… Only then did she realize with embarrassment—they were actually white suspender stockings!

The mother’s face turned even redder instantly. She hesitated for a moment, but still found the white lace camisole ring. Somewhat clumsily, she wrapped it around her thigh, adjusted its position, and finally fixed the white lace ring at the base of her thigh.

The whole process was slow, but everyone, including myself, had an expression of appreciation, and even my breathing slowed down.

A white lace camisole was looped around Mom’s thighs, the ring tightly encircling her plump thighs. The round, tender flesh above was slightly constricted, spilling out in a circle, revealing its plumpness and elasticity, even trembling slightly, creating an incredibly sexy yet pitiful visual effect.

The mother shyly brought her legs together, her voice barely audible: “My legs seem a bit thick… this doesn’t look very good on me.” Zhao Chenyu’s eyes were already ablaze with desire. He kneaded her legs, gently kneading the soft, tender flesh with obvious affection. His voice was urgent: “No, Wanyi, it looks amazing…” Aunt Ouyang also moved closer, her fingers tracing the mother’s white-stockinged thighs, teasingly saying, “Wanyi, you’re really… so lewd! With legs like these, what man could resist?” The mother blushed deeply from their blatant compliments, her face turning as red as a ripe cherry. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Zhao Chenyu pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Just when I thought a passionate and intense battle was about to unfold in the bedroom, the scene suddenly changed. The blinding sunlight instantly replaced the warm light in the room, and what came into view were lush trees and sparse pedestrians.

This place seems to be a quiet park or scenic area, but all of that is just the background.

The real focus is on the two slender figures walking side by side in the center of the picture.

Aunt Ouyang wore a bright red halter-neck bodycon dress that perfectly accentuated her graceful curves. As she walked, glimpses of sexy black stockings could be seen through the slit in the skirt, and her red-soled high heels made a crisp, alluring “tap-tap” sound on the stone pavement, each step seeming to tap at the heartstrings.

Her mother, standing beside her, wore a pure white, fitted long dress with a light, sheer shawl over it. I recognized this outfit—it was from that strangely composed photo she’d posted on her social media! Only then did I realize where that odd feeling came from: her mother’s slender, bare legs were encased in sheer white stockings!

It turned out she didn’t want anyone to see her daring outfit on social media, so she deliberately cropped out a portion of it. At that moment, two strikingly different women walked hand-in-hand under a parasol. The sheen of black and white stockings shimmered beneath their skirts; the red stockings swayed alluringly, while the white stockings trembled and bounced. The glossy black and soft white stockings complemented each other, creating a striking yet taboo-inducing scene.

And the person holding up the phone to record all of this could only be Zhao Chenyu; there could be no one else.

The two women attracted the attention of countless passersby as they walked.

An elderly man sweeping the street looked up from his broom, his eyes fixed on Mom and Aunt Ouyang until they were gone. A middle-aged couple also stopped; the husband stared intently at the two women’s retreating figures until his wife gave him a sharp pinch, at which point he reluctantly turned away. Two young people who looked like college students simply stood there, gazing longingly at Mom and Aunt Ouyang’s departing figures. Even someone with a camera approached to take pictures of Mom and Aunt Ouyang. Aunt Ouyang seemed quite interested, a playful smile playing on her lips, but Mom quickly grabbed her arm and shook her head in refusal.

They continued onward, venturing deeper and deeper into the forest. The trees around them grew increasingly dense, and the number of tourists gradually dwindled, with sunlight filtering through in dappled patterns.

We were far from the park’s main road, surrounded by tall trees, and the dim light was filled with the chirping of cicadas.

Aunt Ouyang looked around to make sure no one was there, then suddenly turned around without warning and pounced on the camera—that is, Zhao Chenyu—like a passionate red butterfly.

The camera was instantly filled with Aunt Ouyang’s magnified, alluring smile, followed by a series of sticky, loud kisses.

“Pop~ Hmm~ Hmm~” Through the edge of the lens, you can see the mother standing there nervously, at a loss, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings in a panic, afraid that someone will suddenly appear.

Aunt Ouyang’s face receded slightly from the camera, her cheeks flushed with a passionate blush, her breath sweet and fragrant, as if the scent could waft through the screen: “Master~ I can’t take it anymore~ It’s so itchy~ My legs are soaking wet~” Zhao Chenyu’s hand appeared in the frame, caressing Aunt Ouyang’s red dress and shapely buttocks, his voice teasing: “Really? Let me check.” Upon hearing this, Aunt Ouyang, far from being ashamed, instead cooperated by lifting the hem of her red dress all the way up to her thighs, revealing a long, slender leg clad in black stockings and the sexy lace garter belt connecting the stockings. “Lanlan! You… what are you doing!” Her mother exclaimed from the side, her face flushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly tried to stop her. Aunt Ouyang, however, didn’t care at all, gathering the hem of her dress at her waist, revealing that there was nothing underneath! No underwear, only the black stocking straps binding her hips. Even more shockingly, inside her vaginal opening, a red plastic rope was dangling down, with thick, sticky vaginal fluid dripping down it.

“Mmm~ You’re so annoying~ You deliberately turned it on to the highest setting, I almost couldn’t hold it in.” Aunt Ouyang said coquettishly.

Startled, the mother tried to stop her, but Aunt Ouyang didn’t care at all. She turned around and pressed her bare, peach-shaped buttocks directly against Zhao Chenyu’s lower body, which was clad in shorts, rubbing vigorously. A red, heart-shaped anal plug was clearly inserted into Aunt Ouyang’s buttocks, tightly gripped by her flesh, trembling slightly with her movements.

I was utterly shocked. Going out naked, with a vibrating egg on its highest setting in front and an anal plug in the back… Aunt Ouyang dressed like this in public was simply… utterly lewd!

“Master~ This bitch’s cunt is so itchy~” Aunt Ouyang continued to moan, twisting her waist and pointing her wet private parts toward the camera. The mother was so nervous that she almost fainted, constantly looking around, afraid that someone would pass by. Against the backdrop of the dark green forest, Aunt Ouyang’s fair and plump buttocks, as well as the red anal plug and vibrating egg wires, were erotically glaring.

Zhao Chenyu’s hand fell heavily, and with a crisp “smack!” it struck Aunt Ouyang’s bare buttocks.

“Ah~” Ouyang let out a soft cry in response.

“Keep your voices down! What if someone comes over!” Mom whispered urgently, her heart pounding.

Aunt Ouyang chuckled, her tone relaxed and even excited: “It’s alright, Wanyi, who could see us here? Staying cooped up in the room all the time is so boring. Being in nature…it’s more open, more exciting, isn’t it?” Mom’s eyes widened in surprise: “You…you still want to stay here…?!” Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Chenyu had already pulled the stiff, tense mother into his arms. Mom shrank back in fright, trembling slightly in his embrace. Zhao Chenyu lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips.

“Ugh!” Mom’s eyes widened in horror. The immense shame and fear of being discovered made it impossible for her to immerse herself in the kiss. Her eyelids trembled, but she couldn’t close them because of the shock.

Zhao Chenyu, however, seemed oblivious to the world around him. With one hand, he continued to pat Aunt Ouyang’s exposed buttocks, while with the other hand, he brazenly grabbed and kneaded his mother’s plump and soft buttocks through her white dress, enjoying the unique tactile sensation.

The mother struggled to break free from his kiss, burying her burning face in Zhao Chenyu’s chest. One hand anxiously tried to pull down Aunt Ouyang’s skirt, which had been lifted high. Her voice trembled as she said, “Don’t do this… it really won’t work…” Zhao Chenyu whispered to comfort her, “Don’t be afraid, Wanyi, this is the kind of excitement we want… no one will find out…” But the mother couldn’t hear him at all. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she could barely stand.

At this moment, Aunt Ouyang turned around, knelt down directly in front of Zhao Chenyu, and reached out to pull down the waistband of his casual shorts and his underwear.

Seeing this, the mother called out softly, “Lanlan!” But Aunt Ouyang had already lowered her head without caring, opened her red lips, and took Zhao Chenyu’s penis into her mouth, beginning to swallow and spit it out vigorously.

Zhao Chenyu’s other hand slipped inside his mother’s skirt, and his fingers began to tremble on her private parts, the rhythm getting faster and faster.

“No! Chenyu…don’t…take it out…” The mother’s body trembled violently; the immense fear and intense stimulation from her lower body made her nerves a hundred times more sensitive. Her eyes darted around, as if every leaf had turned into a green eye staring at her. Every gust of wind felt like approaching footsteps. The cicadas’ chirping seemed incredibly noisy, only amplifying Aunt Ouyang’s moaning sounds.

“Lanlan, get up! Chenyu, stop scratching! Ah~ Ahh~” The mother desperately suppressed the urge to scream, her face turning red and her features even contorting.

“Pop~ Master’s big meat stick~” Aunt Ouyang spat out the meat stick in her mouth, licked her lips, and uttered seductive and lewd words.

Panting, Zhao Chenyu issued an even more absurd order: “Lanlan, go over there under that tree and pee for Wanyi to see.” Upon hearing this, the mother was struck dumb, as if by lightning.

Aunt Ouyang grinned wickedly and stood up without hesitation. She walked a few steps to a large tree, spread her legs wide in a particularly lewd manner, lifted her skirt with one hand, revealing her completely exposed genitals, and then—a clear stream of fluid gushed from her vulva, soaking the ground between her high heels. An indescribable pleasure rose on Aunt Ouyang’s face, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Upon seeing this, the mother’s entire body went limp with fright, and she almost lost her balance. Zhao Chenyu’s arms trembled even more violently, and his fingers dug forcefully inside the mother’s vagina, the intense stimulation causing her head to shake.

Caught between extreme fear, shame, and irresistible physical pleasure, the mother’s mind went blank, and her last line of psychological defense collapsed.

“Ughh …

The scene shifts again, from the dappled light and shadow outdoors to a relatively enclosed space inside a van.

Zhao Chenyu, naked and carefree, sat with his legs spread wide in the center of the spacious back seat. His mother and Aunt Ouyang knelt on either side of him, but both leaned towards the center at the same time. The red lips of the two charming mature women were working together, one above the other, to serve the bulging, veiny penis in the middle.

The dresses that Mom and Aunt Ouyang were wearing had long since disappeared, leaving their entire bodies naked and exposed to the air inside the car. They were only wearing a pair of sexy black and white stockings, and in the relatively cramped space of the car during the day, the sight of two such naked and meticulously “dressed” bodies pressed tightly against a young man was truly lewd.

I don’t know how Zhao Chenyu managed to get his mother to undress like that in the car, or rather, how he got her dressed like that.

Mom suddenly looked up and asked, “Is there really no one here? People outside…they definitely can’t see in, right?” Zhao Chenyu gently stroked her hair reassuringly, assuring her, “Don’t worry, Wanyi, it’s covered with a dark film, they can’t see from the outside. This place is also very secluded.” Aunt Ouyang’s tongue traced the shaft as she said, “Even if someone is there, they wouldn’t know.” Mom looked up, glaring at Aunt Ouyang with a hint of resentment, “Lanlan, you’re really crazy! Just now you actually…you just did that outside…” She didn’t finish her sentence, finding it difficult to speak.

Aunt Ouyang smiled smugly and retorted, “And what about you, Sister Wanyi? When you took off your underwear as soon as you got in the car, it was completely soaked!” The mother’s face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed. Zhao Chenyu gently pressed the back of her head at the right moment. The mother seemed to have found an excuse to escape. She lowered her head and once again took the large glans into her mouth deeply, using her actions to cover up her embarrassment.

Aunt Ouyang turned her head from side to side, her nimble tongue licking back and forth on the penis. The sounds of kissing and swallowing blended together perfectly, like a melody.

Zhao Chenyu’s hands were also busy. One hand kneaded Aunt Ouyang’s firm and full C-cup breasts, pinching the erect nipples with his fingertips; the other hand was deeply immersed in his mother’s large F-cup breasts, feeling their softness and weight.

Suddenly, Aunt Ouyang straightened up and pulled Mom’s arm to help her straighten up as well. She teasingly asked Mom, “Wanyi, do you want it?” Mom lowered her head, biting her lip, and remained silent, but her rapid breathing and slightly trembling body betrayed her.

Without waiting for her mother’s reply, Aunt Ouyang intertwined her fingers with her mother’s and kissed her lips. At first, her mother responded passively, but gradually, she began to adapt to Aunt Ouyang’s intrusion, their tongues entwining. Her mother’s face flushed red, Aunt Ouyang’s eyes were half-closed, their breasts pressed together, their nipples rubbing against each other.

Chen Yu’s hands took the opportunity to roam over the alluring curves of the two mature women’s waists and hips, touching their round and perky buttocks. His fingers hooked the edge of the stocking straps, then pulled them up forcefully, before releasing them so that the straps snapped back onto the plump buttocks with a crisp “snap!”

The sound was exceptionally clear inside the car. Especially the mother’s buttocks, which were even more plump and full, with the white lace camisole deeply embedded in the flesh, making the tender flesh stand out even more, like two plump, white, and tender orange segments, full of flesh and extremely tempting.

Admittedly, from this perspective—Zhao Chenyu sandwiched between two mature women wearing only stockings, watching them kneel and kiss, the light coming through the windshield passing right through the gap between their pressed breasts, casting a golden halo on their smooth skin—this composition carries a decadent yet beautiful sense of ritual.

Aunt Ouyang released her mother’s lips, her breath slightly ragged, and asked again, “Do you want it?” Her mother kept her head down, silence being her last line of defense.

Aunt Ouyang glanced down at Zhao Chenyu’s erect penis and said playfully, “If you don’t want it, then I’ll have it all to myself~” After saying that, her body went limp, and she leaned against Zhao Chenyu’s side as if she had no bones. She kissed her mother’s red lips and then pressed them against Zhao Chenyu’s neck, saying in a seductive tone that could melt bones, “My little Yu master~ how about you put your big cock into Lan the bitch’s cunt?” The seductive tone and the lewd words made her mother’s ears burn.

Zhao Chenyu gave Aunt Ouyang a light pat on the buttocks in response. Aunt Ouyang immediately understood, quickly spreading her beautiful legs clad in black stockings, straddling Zhao Chenyu, one hand guiding his thick penis, aiming it at her wet entrance, and slowly sitting down. “Ah—” As her body was filled, Aunt Ouyang’s head tilted back, letting out a long, satisfied moan.

“You slut, you’re so wet inside?” Zhao Chenyu kneaded her breasts, his insults laced with admiration.

“Mmm~ This bitch has wanted this for a long time~ Ah—it’s all the way in! It’s so big~” Aunt Ouyang’s tone was lewd. Her whole body tensed up, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled by this thick, fleshy rod.

“Is it full?” Zhao Chenyu asked.

“Yes~ So full~” Aunt Ouyang trembled with satisfaction.

“Then move yourself. It’s been so long since I’ve fucked you. Have you forgotten how to serve your master?” Zhao Chenyu’s tone and attitude were completely different from the previous video, which surprised his mother.

But Aunt Ouyang became even more excited: “Yes~ my big cock master~” After saying that, she held onto the headrests of the two seats next to her with both hands and began to move up and down actively, using her wet and warm passage to play with the meat stick that drove her crazy.

“Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu called softly, pulled his stunned mother to his side, and kissed her lips.

On top of him was a sexy and alluring female CEO, diligently manipulating his penis; beside him was a gentle and dignified beautiful woman, offering her shy kisses. The back seat of this van had completely become Zhao Chenyu’s throne, constantly exuding a strong, decadent atmosphere, pulling the souls of everyone inside the car downwards into the abyss.

“Slap slap slap~!” Aunt Ouyang’s pert buttocks slammed against Zhao Chenyu’s thighs again and again, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing loudly in the enclosed car. His thick penis thrust into her wet, honeyed hole, pounding against the deepest part of her flower. Black, heart-shaped pubic hair acted like a progress bar, clearly indicating the depth of penetration. Her juices continuously squeezed from the gap between their intimate parts, coating the orange leather seat beneath them with a slippery, glossy “wax.”

“Ah! Ah!” Aunt Ouyang cried out in a lewd voice, her firm breasts swaying up and down with the movements. Between moans, she uttered obscene words: “Master~ So good! This bitch’s cunt, is it good, Master? Mmm! Fuck me harder!” Zhao Chenyu released his mother’s mouth, pressed her face against his neck, and stroked her cheeks, but cursed at Aunt Ouyang who was still moving: “Slut, squeeze harder!”

“It’s only been half a year since I last fucked you, and you’ve already forgotten how to do this!” “Ah~ um! It’s Master… ah, it’s too big~ so swollen~ umm, big cock~ still so amazing~” Aunt Ouyang squinted her eyes and blurted out lewd words.

“When did you ever think of me before?” Zhao Chenyu asked, pinching one of Aunt Ouyang’s breasts with one hand.

“I want to think about it tonight~” Aunt Ouyang covered Zhao Chenyu’s hand with her hand and pressed it hard against her chest.

“Don’t want to during the day?” “During the day… um~ I have to deal with work during the day~ ahh!” “Do you want to get back the six months of sex you lost?” “Yes~ I’ll give you a note~ Master wants it! Give it to me~” “Then how about I fuck you in your office during the day?” “Ahhh, okay~” “Fuck you in your employees’ restroom, and listen to whether they’re saying anything bad about you.” “Mmm! Okay~ Okay ahhh~ Master~ Master, harder~ Hit me~” Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu were having sex while saying the most lewd and wanton things, and these conversations not only entered the mother’s ears through the air, but also vibrated her eardrums directly through Zhao Chenyu’s chin, and drilled into her mind. As the mother listened to these shocking and obscene words, her delicate body became increasingly tense, and a heat gradually rose within her. Just then, a crisp “smack” interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw Zhao Chenyu’s arm, which had just been withdrawn, and Aunt Ouyang’s head, which had been turned to one side by the slap, with messy hair sticking to her flushed, drunken face.

I was shocked too. Zhao Chenyu… slapped Aunt Ouyang?

“You slut!” Zhao Chenyu cursed.

“Yes! It’s a slut~ It’s a slut~ Ahhh!” Even more shockingly, Aunt Ouyang was not angry after being beaten; instead, she seemed to have been injected with an aphrodisiac, and her moans became even more high-pitched and wanton. Her previous movements were sitting up and down, but now they had turned into even more wanton back-and-forth twisting of her waist.

“Zhao Chenyu~ Don’t hit… hit Lanlan~” Mom suddenly warned in a low voice, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Then put my hand on your chest, and I won’t have a hand to hit that bitch Lan.” Zhao Chenyu chuckled wickedly.

Upon hearing this, the mother did not hesitate to pull Zhao Chenyu’s hand and press it against her left breast, where soft flesh overflowed from between his fingers.

“Don’t hit him~ Chenyu~” His mother not only pressed and rubbed his hands, but also tilted her head up and kissed Zhao Chenyu’s lips.

“Pop~” Zhao Chenyu released his mother’s mouth and said, “Wanyi, I think you were wrong. It wasn’t that I wanted to hit her, it was that Lanlan wanted to.” After saying that, Zhao Chenyu squeezed his mother’s large breasts hard.

The mother shuddered, as if she had realized something.

“Ah~ umm uh~ Master~ Lan, the bitch, can’t take it anymore~ can’t take it anymore~ I’m going to climax~” Aunt Ouyang cried out, twisting back and forth more frequently, as if even the car body was swaying slightly with her movements.

“Ah! Ah—” Aunt Ouyang’s high-pitched, lewd scream tore through the air inside the car. Her waist, which had been writhing just a second ago, tensed instantly, her entire body stiffening from the shock of pleasure. Her hands gripped Zhao Chenyu’s shoulders tightly, her head swaying uncontrollably back and forth, her eyes rolling upwards, her whole being like a small boat about to capsize in a storm of desire. And between their tightly joined lower bodies, a surge of heat gushed out, her juices flowing down the seats like incontinence, dripping onto the carpet under the car.

Aunt Ouyang, you’ve reached your climax. The sexual desire you’ve been building up during your outdoor exposure has been completely released at this moment.

From her honeypot, the pleasure traveled all the way to her head. She collapsed onto Zhao Chenyu like a limp rag doll, panting heavily. Zhao Chenyu held the exhausted Aunt Ouyang with one arm and still tightly embraced his mother, whose expression was complicated, his face filled with the excited and smug satisfaction of having his conquering desire fulfilled.

The mother gazed at Zhao Chenyu’s other side, at Aunt Ouyang’s dazed and satisfied face after her climax, while her own eyes oscillated between confusion and clarity. And this clarity wasn’t rational; it was a clarity born from having thought things through.

My heart tightened. Could it be that my mother would eventually follow in Aunt Ouyang’s footsteps, abandoning all her reserve, uttering those lewd terms, and completely immersing herself in this twisted game?

“Mmm~ Master~ This is so great! This car is too small. I’ll buy a motorhome tomorrow.” Aunt Ouyang murmured. This minivan was already considered spacious.

But even the most spacious place cannot contain the desires in people’s hearts. Aunt Ouyang’s gaze met that of her mother; both women had rosy complexions. Aunt Ouyang smiled contentedly, while her mother responded with a forced smile.

Zhao Chenyu’s large hands roamed over the bodies of two mature beauties dressed in black and white stockings, and between the extreme contrast of black and white was his erect penis covered in love juice.

Aunt Ouyang and Mom stared at each other for a long time. Suddenly, she spoke, her tone no longer the soft, wanton one after a climax, but rather as rational as she usually was: “Sister Wanyi… if you want it, just express it. Don’t leave any regrets.” Mom’s pupils trembled slightly, and that relieved smile reappeared.

“Lanlan, you take a rest. It’s Wanyi’s turn,” Zhao Chenyu said.

“Mmm~ naughty master~” Aunt Ouyang planted a kiss on Zhao Chenyu’s face, then sat down in a corner of the back seat.

Upon hearing Zhao Chenyu’s words, before he could even make a move on her, the mother moved to the other side of the back seat, her voluptuous, fair body slowly sinking into the corner of the leather seat. Then, she made a move that left all onlookers speechless—first, she slightly curled up, placing her hands between her legs to cover her genitals. Then, she slowly parted her legs, revealing her white-stockinged cleavage, her left leg braced against the back seat, while her right leg was raised, her delicate toes resting on the headrest of the front seat. She herself deliberately exposed her most private parts completely to Zhao Chenyu’s eyes.

That wasn’t all. Mom gently moved her hands to the inside of her thighs, her hands moving in a rhythmic, intermittent motion, until her hands, along the white straps of her stockings, touched her thighs, then slipped her hands into the back of her knees, her fingers even applying slight pressure to spread her already wide-open legs even further, revealing her moist, smooth vulva.

I was stunned. Aunt Ouyang was stunned. Zhao Chenyu was stunned too.

The movement, the posture, even the shy pauses are contained within a fluid perfection, combining to create a sensuality that transcends wantonness. Without these pauses, it would be imperfect.

That’s so lewd! So lewd!

Her mother’s beautiful face flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering with desire, but she no longer looked away, staring directly at Zhao Chenyu. “Chen… Chenyu… you…” Her voice trembled, filled with hesitation. I saw Zhao Chenyu’s breathing become incredibly heavy, his hard penis throbbing uncontrollably.

Mom pursed her lips, as if using all her strength, and finally, only uttered two words in a very soft voice—”Want me~” “Bang!” It was like a thunderclap exploding in my brain, shattering my entire consciousness. The moment Zhao Chenyu heard it, like a wild beast released from its cage, he roared and pounced on Mom like a madman!

“Ah~” Mom cried out softly, then was covered by Zhao Chenyu’s heavy body.

“Wanyi, I’m going to fuck you to death!” Zhao Chenyu’s eyes were bloodshot. He kissed his mother’s cheeks and neck roughly while holding his engorged penis with his hand and rubbing it against her vaginal opening. Then he thrust forward and plunged it in all the way again!

“Ah—” Mom exclaimed, immediately wrapping her arms around Zhao Chenyu’s neck.

As the penis plunged in all the way, the moment it was fully inside, the mother’s white silk-clad legs tightly wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s waist, locking him close to her.

“Hmm~ It’s too big~” Mom murmured softly.

But Zhao Chenyu didn’t give her any time to adjust. He immediately began a chaotic and hysterical frenzy of thrusting! Every impact was with all his might, as if he wanted to completely crush the woman beneath him and merge her into his own body.

“Ugh! Wanyi, I’m going to fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!” He roared like a beast in heat, the car swaying violently from side to side. “Ahhh—Chenyu! Go easy! Ahhh, go easy!” Mom was immediately thrust into the torture of pleasure, the intense stimulation making her beg for mercy instantly, her fingers digging tightly into the muscles of Zhao Chenyu’s shoulder blades.

Lying on the other side, Aunt Ouyang propped herself up, watching the intense act of intercourse behind the two men. She even stretched out her long legs, clad in black stockings, and gently kicked Zhao Chenyu’s buttocks with her toes, as if cheering him on. She laughed and scolded, “Men are all the same; they just love playing hard to get.” “Ah, Chenyu! Chenyu, slow down! Please!” The mother’s pleas worked. Zhao Chenyu’s movements suddenly slowed down, turning from a storm into a gentle breeze, allowing the mother to catch her breath.

Zhao Chenyu lowered his head and kissed his mother’s lips, asking in a hoarse voice, “Wanyi, don’t you like me doing this to you? Don’t you like me… taking you so hard?” I could almost immediately picture my mother’s reaction—she would definitely turn her head away in shame and resentment, refusing to answer such a shameful question.

However—”I…I like it~” But my mother’s gentle words startled me.

“Smack!” Zhao Chenyu kissed her with satisfaction and asked with a smile, “Then why did you tell me to go slower?” “If you do this… it will hurt inside… and…” Mom hesitated for a moment and said, “You’ll get very tired~” Five words! Simple, unadulterated five words! Like a bucket of cold water poured from my head to my feet, it also made Zhao Chenyu’s blood rush from his feet to his head!

“Mmm!” Almost the instant Zhao Chenyu trembled, his mother’s mouth was sealed with hers. The kiss was passionate, domineering, and filled with gratitude and indescribable excitement. His mother’s white silk-clad feet even gently rubbed against Zhao Chenyu’s buttocks, as if soothing him or encouraging him.

“Pop! Then I’ll speed it up little by little,” Zhao Chenyu said, panting heavily, his eyes shining brightly. “Tell me when is the right time, okay?” His mother actually nodded.

Zhao Chenyu adjusted his kneeling position and very slowly withdrew his penis from the warm, slippery, and tight space. Glistening vaginal fluid seeped from the crevice, and the leather seat, which had been coated with a layer of “wax,” suddenly looked as if it had been washed with water, becoming even more moist and shiny.

Zhao Chenyu stopped, leaving only the head of his penis lodged at the entrance of his mother’s vagina. The two looked at each other, and Zhao Chenyu slowly inserted it.

The glans pushed aside the layers of tender flesh, the shaft rubbing against the sensitive inner walls, the veins embracing every inch of the folds. Zhao Chenyu inserted very slowly, very slowly, every inch of entry being felt by his mother’s body.

“Ah…ah~” Mom’s mouth opened little by little, just like the heart-shaped pubic hair of Aunt Ouyang earlier, like a progress bar showing the depth of the penis insertion.

“Ah~ that’s enough~” Mom narrowed her beautiful eyes and gently reminded him. Zhao Chenyu pulled out a little, then inserted it again at the same speed. After a few times, he gradually increased the frequency. “Is this okay, Wanyi?” he asked as he moved, sweat dripping onto the corners of his mother’s eyes like tears.

“It’s okay… faster~” Mom answered shyly, but her meaning was clear.

Zhao Chenyu indeed increased the speed of his thrusting, and his scrotum began to swing gently with the movements, producing a soft “slapping” sound.

“How about this?” “Are you comfortable?” His mother actually asked him in return, and even at a time like this, she was still considering his feelings!

“Being able to make love to Wanyi willingly is already the most comfortable thing.” Zhao Chenyu’s words were ambiguous, and after hearing them, the mother’s already shy face flushed even more. Aunt Ouyang behind her had a strange look on her face.

“Then… um~ you can go even faster~” His mother’s voice was like the gentlest spring breeze, blowing away Zhao Chenyu’s last bit of rationality.

“Slap slap slap!” “How about this?” “Mmm~ Ahh~” Mom kept moaning, “So good~ So full~ Ahh… You can… go faster~” “Slap slap slap slap slap!” The penis moved very rhythmically, and Zhao Chenyu began to try nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust.

“Ah~ Wanyi, you’re squeezing me inside!” Zhao Chenyu couldn’t help but growl in pleasure.

“Mmm~ Ahh~ Just like that~ So comfortable~” Mom’s face rested on Zhao Chenyu’s shoulder, her moans becoming increasingly uncontrollable. “Wanyi~ Squeeze me with your cunt~ Use your cunt to squeeze my cock!” Zhao Chenyu breathed hot air and filthy words into her ear, which at this moment became the most effective aphrodisiac. “Ah~ Mmm~ It’s too big~ So hard~” Mom was really trying her best to cooperate, her legs wrapped in white stockings unconsciously straining, her buttocks tightening, making the internal contractions even more intense.

“Wanyi~ seductive Wanyi~ isn’t she my seductive Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu asked breathlessly, his movements becoming increasingly fierce.

“Ahhh~ Yes! Ahhh~ It’s your Wanyi…” My mother’s groans filled me with immense sorrow.

“Do you like being fucked by Chenyu?” “Yes~ Yes~ Ah! I’m having an orgasm! Ahhhh!” The mother’s moans were tinged with sobs, a sign that she had reached the peak of pleasure and her defenses had completely collapsed. Streams of vaginal fluid were brought out by the intense friction, splashing everywhere with the swinging of the scrotum, and even a few drops splashed onto Aunt Ouyang’s dazed cheeks.

“Mmm~ Chenyu~ Ahh, if you want to feel more comfortable~ you can… I can~” Mom even started saying these flirtatious things to Zhao Chenyu.

These words were like a final pardon, and Zhao Chenyu’s thrusting instantly became as fierce and violent as it had been at the beginning, even more so!

“Ah …

“Ugh! Ugh!” Zhao Chenyu also began to growl, and he was also on the verge of firing.

“Uh! Wanyi! Can I cum inside?” Zhao Chenyu squeezed out a question through his heavy breathing.

“Waaaaah! Yes! Yes! Uh-huh!” Mom sobbed in agreement.

I can’t remember which day it was, but in any case, my mother’s consent to Zhao Chenyu’s internal ejaculation was itself a depraved and absurd act.

“Ugh! Ugh!” I’ll shoot it into your cunt! I’ll shoot it into your cunt!” Zhao Chenyu roared, and his penis began the last few deepest and heaviest violent thrusts, each one seemingly trying to pierce through the uterus!

“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” “Ah! Ah! Shoot inside my pussy! Ah—” Mom gripped Zhao Chenyu’s body tightly, her delicate body stiff, her moans even more unrestrained than when Aunt Ouyang had her orgasm.

“Ah—” Zhao Chenyu let out a beast-like roar, his penis shoving heavily into his mother’s honey hole. His scrotum contracted, and his penis began to twitch. Streams of foul-smelling semen poured into the original home of me and Xuanman.

“Ugh~” Mom shivered violently as if she were having a cold, her honey hole instinctively tightening in waves, as if trying to lock in the life essence being poured in.

However, from the opening at the point of intercourse, rings of vaginal fluid mixed with semen continued to overflow, like defeated soldiers, flowing out in a disheveled state.

Behind them, Aunt Ouyang had somehow put her fingers in her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she watched the lewd scene unfold. “Pop~” After a brief silence, the sound of kissing rang out.

Suddenly, Mom slightly pulled away from Zhao Chenyu’s lips, glancing to the side, her voice soft: “And… Lanlan~ don’t forget~” Hearing this, Zhao Chenyu smiled contentedly. He sat up, holding Mom, then stretched out his arms and pulled Aunt Ouyang, who was in the corner, into his embrace. Aunt Ouyang also threw herself into Zhao Chenyu’s arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. Zhao Chenyu sat once more on this throne of carnal desire. This time, his two “consorts”—the alluring Ouyang Lan in black stockings and the soft, charming Liu Wanyi in white stockings—were nestled tightly in his arms. Their cheeks pressed together, their breaths mingling, and they began another passionate yet forbidden kiss.

This time, however, Mom stuck out her tongue herself.

Seeing this immoral scene, I finally understood what my mother’s brief moment of “clear-headedness” really meant. Whether it was the passionate one-night stand in Hawaii, the ambiguous oral sex with Zhao Chenyu in the hospital, or even her tacit approval of sharing a husband with her daughter… all along, my mother had been passively accepting the impact of Zhao Chenyu, passively feeling her inner defenses crumble, and passively witnessing her dormant desires being brutally awakened and raging.

Even though it was her own choice to stay in Hawaii with Zhao Chenyu, it was her own initiative to visit Zhao Chenyu in the hospital, it was her own choice to go to Xuanman’s house to find him late at night when Zhao Chenyu said he was leaving, and it was her own choice not to refuse.

But the inner turmoil she felt never ceased. She struggled with the collapse of her self-awareness, the tearing apart of her identity as a mother and her desires, the intense conflict between moral constraints and physical pleasure, and everything in between.

After witnessing Aunt Ouyang’s domineering and humiliating encounter with Zhao Chenyu, she had doubted whether her Lan-mei (her younger sister) was still Lan-mei. But at this moment, she understood that Ouyang Lan might have always possessed this kind of madness and submission deep within her, only concealed by layers of social identity. And now, she had unleashed her true self in front of Zhao Chenyu, yet she was still Ouyang Lan. So, what about Liu Wanyi? Therefore—her mother willingly stepped into this abyss, attempting to find her own place and… happiness in this chaos and immorality.

The screen went black, and the video ended…