Maritime Charm (1)

Title: Sea Charms – The Secret of the Shikumen

I. An ordinary family

“Dang…”

The bells of the Customs House startled the early-flying pigeons.

“The sound of pigeon whistles, mixed with the whistles of foreign ships on the Huangpu River, opened the mist of Shanghai’s morning sun – Shanghai woke up.

The “clanking” of trams, the “ganging” of manure trucks, and the yells of breakfast buyers all started to move from alley to alley, from one Shikumen to another.

After greeting her neighbors, she carries a doughnut dressed with a single chopstick in one hand, and in the other she carries a steel-refined pot filled with soy milk, its lid flipped over, and on top of it a large stack of Nanxiang xiao longs.

She pushed open the black door with her shoulder and walked across the patio toward the parlor while loudly greeting, “Xiaochuan, Xiaojuan, come down for breakfast.”

By the time she had put the breakfast on the eight-century table in the parlor room, she hadn’t heard anything back from One Son and One Daughter.

Hurriedly washed her hands in the stove between the grease of the doughnuts, she turned around and walked upstairs, muttering as she walked: “These two little lazy persecutors (lazy ghosts), in the evening (so late) also do not get up. They have to wait for me to be a mother to pull the covers.”

First pull open the daughter’s room on the back floor, only to see her daughter Zhang Xiaojuan, who is still in high school, wearing only a small undershirt, fluffy head of hair, sleepy eyes sitting in the messy quilt.

Of course a mom’s heart aches for her daughter.

Ai Lan put her clothes on her daughter’s shoulders: “It’s cold and you’re not wearing any clothes. Be careful of catching a cold.”

Xiaojuan asked in a daze, “Mom, what time is it?”

“Almost seven, late?”

“Aaah! I’m going to be late for class. Mummy help me with my quilt head fold.”

“Don’t be in a hurry. Take your time. When it’s late, let your brother call for a yellow cab to send Nong.”

After helping her daughter pack up her bed, Ailan looked at her son’s front stairs and saw that he hadn’t moved yet, so the mom had to go and call her son again.

Open the door to the front floor, it’s still dark inside.

She went up and drew the velvet window  open, and looked back to see her son on the big brass bed, still embracing the brocade quilt coverlet, in a deep sleep.

She lifted the covers from her son’s body: “Lazy bastard, get up. I told you last night to call me earlier today!”

The son rolled over and muttered, “Mma, let me sleep a little more.”

Men have enough yang energy in the morning, and the son Zhang Xiaochuan rolled over, immediately exposing the bulging place in front to his mother’s eyes.

Even though it was still separated by a pair of shorts, it was enough to make Ai Lan, who had been a widow for a long time, startled, and hurriedly turned her head: “Xiaochuan, it’s already seven o’clock, it’s not early. The soybean milk will be cold if it’s late.”

With that, he turned and went downstairs.

Before long, all three members of the family had shuffled over to sit at the eight-century table in the parlor room.

Xiaochuan saw that there were only three people, so he asked his mom: “Mom, where is Tingting? Why don’t you come down?”

Tingting is Xiaochuan’s daughter, just three years old, and will be attending a residential kindergarten run by a famous foreign nun tomorrow.

Ailan replied, “Let the little man sleep today. Tomorrow to foreign kindergarten will not have lazy sleep.”

Mom picked up the cage on the table, and my sister screamed, “Ah! There are small steamed buns.”

Lift your chopsticks and take one.

“Watch out, watch out for the soup splashing on your clothes.”

Mom reminded as she poured soy milk for her son and daughter.

“Come, A-mei. A brother will pour some vinegar for you.”

“Thank you Argo.”

Xiaochuan poured a dish of vinegar for himself and his mother, and then also held a small steamed bun: “A sister, brother teach you a hand. Watch: lift gently, move slowly, open the window first, then instigate the soup.”

Said the small steamed dumplings in the vinegar dish, the edge of the thin skin bite off a little, and then “ZiZi” sound sucked off the small steamed dumplings in the soup, and then a mouthful of small steamed dumplings into the mouth and chewed up.

My sister laughed and clapped her hands, “Ah Goh is so smart!”

Ailan also laughed, “You’re such a little redneck (brat), you’ve got a lot of tricks up your sleeve.”

“I learned this from ‘Luo Ge Li’ in our newspaper. You don’t know how much more fun he is to say in Jiangbei.”

(Note: Ge Li, training sound not training form, the old Shanghai to those wearing foreign clothing staff a kind of derogatory name or joke, meaning probably to ‘face’ not ‘clip Li’, bottom line is not enough.) “Hmph, brother called others ‘Luo Geli’, they do not also call you ‘Zhang Geli’!”

“Good not to learn. You’re so old, your daughter should be in daycare, and you’re still so naughty. Time to think about business!”

Xiaochuan pretended to be confused: “Mom, what is it?”

“Ah Brother is still playing dumb! Of course Mummy is asking when you’re going to ask me for a sister-in-law to come home again.”

My little sister winked at her brother as she chewed on a small cage.

Xiaochuan simply pretend to the end: “Wife? I’ve already begged for one. A small person (child)? Ting Ting is three years old and ready for daycare. As for women? I’m sure your son and brother can do anything…”

“That’s what I’m afraid of! Women outside… beware of finding a…”

“Hee hee, mom don’t worry. My brother is a market leader, and won’t find a ‘female whitewasher (whitewasher: a con artist who cheats and swindles)’ to come back to.”

“Ogawa, if you find something you like, take it home. Don’t worry if you get it back…”

Xiaochuan saw that his mother was going to make a long speech about getting married, so he quickly snorted: “Mom, there are already two beautiful women in the family, so I don’t need to find any more women! Aram’s mom and sister are both so beautiful, I’ve been running around for so many hours, and I can’t find any other women who are better looking than you. It seems that if I want to get a wife, I have to look for one from the two of you, so that Mma can feel at ease.”

A sentence that made both mother and daughter red in the face.

Ailan’s face reddened and she couldn’t stop saying, “To die, to die…”

Xiaojuan lowered her head and glanced at her brother out of the corner of her eye and smiled: “Ah Brother, you’re really killing me! You even want to eat my mom’s and my tofu. I don’t know what you’re like out there!”

Xiaochuan took the opportunity to change the topic: “A-mei, I was right. You are young and beautiful, you’re in the prime of life, that goes without saying. Look at mom: our two children are so old, and even have granddaughters; but do you think mom looks like a person who is a grandmother? She is so young, so pretty, so elegant (beautiful, mostly referring to the way she dresses)! Once she wears the cheongsam, her figure looks great!”

Xiaojuan fixed her eyes on her mother, who was really different from the past: a black velvet cheongsam wrapped around her plump and white body, with cloudy hair curling around her head and her face reflecting the snow, making her look more and more graceful and elegant, and plain and beautiful.

Ailan was made uncomfortable by her daughter’s look: “Why are you looking at mommy like that? The hairs on your face are standing up.”

“Mma, you’re so pretty! When you dress up like this, don’t say you don’t look like our mom, and when you stand with your brother, you look like your brother’s girlfriend.”

“Make a fool of yourself (looking for death)! You’re the one who looks like your brother’s girlfriend!”

Ai Lan’s face turned red at her daughter’s comment, and she quickly explained, “Today, I’m sending Ting Ting to a foreign kindergarten for full daycare, that’s why I’m dressed in a more authentic way. Who knew that you two…”

The family laughed and ate their breakfast.

Xiaochuan waved his hand: “Little sister, go. Call the yellow bus with your brother.”

Juan took his brother’s arm and walked outside together.

As Dusty as a Heart

Just as we arrived at the roadside, a carriage driver wearing a numbered coat came up to solicit business: “Sir, ma’am, do you want a yellow cab?”

“First to Courtwise Middle School.”

Ogawa helped his sister into the car first and then ordered.

“Mr., Mrs. Sit down.”

The coachman promised and ran.

When her brother got into the car, Xiaojuan put her arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Brother, he called us Mr. and Mrs…”

Xiaochuan took his sister into his arms and hugged her: “Little sister, are you saying that he thinks that we have a husband and wife look, and calls you my wife, is it eye-catching? Or do you see you as old, as my wife, too little vision?”

“Brother, you are bad! Of course I said… yes…”

“You can’t tell me, can you? I’ll tell you… Calling the wife is a sign that he’s discerning and has no eyesight…”

“No, no. My brother always talks like… and likes to eat my tofu!”

“Nonsense. My brother just likes you. So what do you mean?”

After talking, laughing and giggling for a while, Xiaojuan rested her beautiful chin on her brother’s shoulder and asked quietly, “Brother, why don’t you find another sister-in-law?”

“Juan, do you really want another sister-in-law?”

Ogawa’s tone was also serious.

“No… You know, I’m on good terms with my past sister-in-law too…”

“It’s just good… but I’m also afraid that the person I find won’t be as good as Ting Ting’s mom, who had such a good relationship with you and mom…”

“Thank you, Brother, for thinking of me and mom. It’s just… just…”

“Just what?”

“You’ve been alone, you’re not… not… lonely, are you?”

“Lonely? What are you talking about. I have a mother at the top, a daughter at the bottom, and a well-behaved sister like you in the middle, how can I be lonely?”

“Geez, Argo! There you go again! The loneliness I’m talking about is not this kind of loneliness, it’s that kind of loneliness.”

“Look at you, what’s this and that? You’re a senior at the prestigious Gakji High School, but you can’t even speak Mandarin…”

“Aiya, Ah Goh, you can’t… you’re pretending to be confused!”

“When did Argo pretend to be confused? Is it you who can’t express yourself well.”

“I’ve expressed myself clearly enough. I am asking you if you will be… lonely… at night… without your wife!

Bad Argo.”

“Haha! Aren’t men bad and women love them.”

“Which woman falls in love with you is really touchy and angry.”

“You hate me so much, huh?”

“Hmph! How dare I hate you, I just love you!”

“Oh? Love me? You really love me? Then why do you keep trying to talk me into getting a wife?”

“Yes–ah! Didn’t you say, ‘If a man isn’t bad, a woman won’t love him’? I love you, and I’m asking you to find a wife soon to control you.”

“Ha, you’ve wasted your time. It’s enough to have mom and you in charge of the house, to marry ah, I think it’s better to marry you.”

“Brother, you’re doing it again, I’m ignoring you…”

Before long, the yellow bus arrived at Nanjing Road.

A tram, with its bell ringing, came along the bright track from under the towering building of the Seven Heavens.

The yellow coachman stopped and waited for the tram to pass before pulling the boat up to cross the busy Nanjing Road, which was paved with iron quinoa wood.

Across Nanjing Road and two more streets to Xiaojuan’s school.

Xiaojuan, who had been silent for a while, suddenly planted a kiss on her brother’s cheek: “Brother, it would be nice if you weren’t my own brother.”

Then he jumped off the yellow bus and ran for the school gates.

Leaving behind a puzzled Ogawa.

“Where to now again, sir?”

Finally the coachman’s inquiry snapped Ogawa out of his disbelief: “The filing house is a little further over.”

Office Style

“Geez, ‘Zhang Ge Li’, you’re finally here.”

As soon as he entered the door of the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief and veteran journalist ‘Luo Geli’s Shanghainese with a Yangzhou accent from northern Jiangsu rang out.

“What’s the matter (what is it)? Are you in such a hurry?”

“Quickly! You need to hurry up and rush out that manuscript of yours yesterday, ‘The Heavenly Toad Stage and the Kirin Child’. I’ve heard that Boss Ki and Gu Zhuxiang are getting more and more bitter. Today, I heard from Boss Ki’s piano player that Gu Zhuxiang threatened to waste Boss Kirin Tong with acid. Last night, Mr. Ki bought a pistol from a foreign sailor to fight Gu…”

“There’s this? That’s a headline!”

“Who says it isn’t! You add this to your piece and try to get it in the evening paper today.”

“Good! For one thing, the news of Kirin Tong Zhou Xinfang’s boss, which Shanghai theater fans don’t care? Our newspaper can grab a front page again; secondly, we can also create public opinion and scare this rascal surnamed Gu, so that he will know that the theater is not good for food either.”

“You hurry up. You’ll be the only one sitting in the newspaper office today.”

“Yeh, what are you doing going?”

“I’ve heard that Gold Wing is interested in helping them out, so I’ll have to follow up with an interview.”

“Where’s Little Liu?”

“The Happy Valley Hall was open today, and as soon as he arrived, I drove him off to explore the ‘Horse Scriptures’.”

After a while of clamor, the newspaper office fell silent, the only sound being the ‘rustling’ of pens on Dowling paper.

Xiaochuan buried his head and wrote furiously, and finally rushed the manuscript in a short time.

When he raised his head with a long hush, he saw a pair of big beautiful eyes looking at him seductively… After sending the interns to send the manuscripts to the printing office, he and the mistress of the big beautiful eyes were the only ones left in the newspaper office.

Getting up to take off the Verdant tweed suit that he had been too late to take off, Ogawa slowly paced towards those big beautiful eyes.

As Ogawa’s footsteps approached, the beautiful shoulders of the beautiful owner of the beautiful big eyes stiffened visibly.

Although she had her head down drawing something on the paper, you could tell from her long eyelashes that kept flickering how excited and expectant she really was.

Xiaochuan’s footsteps moved behind her, bending down and intimately wrapping his arms around the voluptuous and fragrant shoulders: “Su Su ah, your clothes are very thin!”

Her big beautiful eyes didn’t even lift: “Are you done?”

Ogawa’s lips were close to the long hair and he inhaled deeply: “Your hair really smells good!

Finally busy.”

Obviously, the owner of the long, fragrant hair began to breathe rapidly: “Is there anyone else in the office?”

One of Ogawa’s hands touched the silky bottom of his long-haired master’s head, and the other slid along his shoulder, over his shoulder blade, and invaded downward: “I’ve just sent the young student to the printing office, and now it’s just the two of us…”

“So, you take liberties with people. Is that right?”

Xiaochuan had already pulled her face towards himself, only to see that those big beautiful eyes were already watery phoenix eyes with spring, and under the sharply flapping nose, the shell teeth were lightly biting the lower lip.

Planting a kiss on his cheeks, which were already flushed, Xiaochuan said in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it, “Little Susu, not only do I want to be wild, but I also want…”

“What else?”

Ogawa a hand in front of the beauty picked up: “but also in the old place to let you let water — the third kind of water!”

“Oops! You’re so bad!”

After saying that, his pink fist landed on Ogawa’s shoulder.

The old place was the newspaper’s data room.

Inside were rows of shelves stacked with various newspapers, magazines and books.

At the far end there was a double writing desk for newspaper colleagues to extract information.

And now this huge writing desk is the balcony where Xiaochuan and his lover, Ms. Su, shared a cloud and rain.

Ogawa kissed the beauty in his arms as he placed her on the writing desk and sat down.

Neither of them took off their clothes, Xiaochuan only undid Su Su’s outer garment and pushed up the wool sweater inside, his pink and white chest was bare in front of Xiaochuan’s eyes.

Su Su pushed Xiao Chuan, lifted up her clothes, and turned her warm jade-like back towards him: “Come on, help me.”

Kaworu helped her to undo the clasp of her bra, which loosened at once.

Ogawa held her tightly, both hands reaching in front of her to hold up the two breasts that stood out.

A warm, soft sensation filled his palm.

He lovingly fondled two breasts as warm as pigeonholes.

He pushed his head through Sue’s armpit and took a reddish nipple in his mouth, and a moan escaped from her mouth, “Don’t be so hard.”

She said, but pressed Ogawa’s head there.

He ran his hand gently over her, soothing her with his touch.

His swimming hands stopped to gently pinch the beautiful nipples.

Sue’s nipples were hard and protruding like two cherries, so beautiful and moving.

Xiaochuan’s hand felt like an electric current, and her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and she gasped, “It feels so good! … Xiao Chuan… gently… I’m in pain… ah… good… good…”

Xiaochuan lowered his head to pick up a nipple and asked in a muffled voice, “It’s more comfortable than your cousin… isn’t it?!”

“Rub… rub… rub harder… rub Dairen… don’t mention him… okay… it’s not that my family must… want me… I’ll definitely… marry you…”

Xiao Chuan didn’t answer and used his other hand to lift up Su Su’s skirt and put his hand into her boxers.

The protruding piece of pussy underneath Susu’s belly was covered with hairs that were short but plentiful.

The slit was already dripping with lust.

Xiaochuan let go of Su Su, unbuckled his pants and removed his pants: “Su Su, help me get it.”

“Bad guy, keep bullying people about their stuff. People don’t?”

Said so, but looked at the thick and large, white and red big prick, reached out and held a hand, gently pinch back and forth set.

Xiaochuan saw her pinching the big prick and reached down to take off her boxers, she didn’t resist and quickly took them off.

Ms. Sue’s pussy was very plump, towering high, with short pubic hair and two bright red labia born so beautifully tender.

This maddening half-naked girl had already made Ogawa look like a drunk.

He got on top of Suzu and inserted a finger into her stamen without any obstruction.

He came close to her ear and quietly said to her, “Susu, the tide is rising in the Huangpu River.”

She raised her arms to cover her eyes: “Bad man, don’t make me loose, okay?”

The aroma spewing out of her mouth covered Ogawa at once, so much so that she couldn’t tell east from west and north from south.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her wet, silky tongue squeezing into this ‘bad guy’s’ mouth and kissing him obliviously, and her slender fingers grasping his already swollen rod and slowly guiding it into her warm pussy.

Xiao Chuan erected her shoulders and stabbed her vigorously, the jade stem entered all the way in at once.

He let out a groan and she let out a long breath.

And so, the two were still for a long time.

She just tenderly kissed Xiaochuan’s face, and Xiaochuan just quietly thrust inside her, feeling the tightness, writhing and lubrication inside her.

After countless times of cheating, he knew that Suu really liked this slow pumping, so he started to slowly pump it in and out.

After a few hundred or so thrusts, Ogawa tried to slowly speed up his pumping.

Su Su’s pussy had become quite wet and slippery, and Xiao Chuan quickly let his big meat stick come back and forth inside hard.

Although she was afraid that someone might suddenly come in, she bit the collar of Ogawa’s shirt, but her moaning voice still gradually became louder and more unrestrained!

“Ah… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… good… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so…”

She couldn’t keep a suppressed whisper out of her mouth, her eyes closing slightly as she let out a sharp, lustful sound.

And her slender willow waist, like a water snake swaying constantly, upside down to meet, sucking and gulping.

Xiaochuan also gradually into a good situation, the jade stem in the bush under the push, up and out, left push, right pull out, make her panting, a pair of jade legs, can not help but sway, hair scattered to cover the pink neck, gasping not win.

“Uzi! Puzi!” The wonderful sound of the small room was heard endlessly.

“Oh… oh… slow… slow…”

In the midst of the incessant humming, Suzu squeezed her eyes shut and bobbed her head from side to side.

Her cunt was narrow and deep, her hole burning hot, her juices raging like a fountain.

Couldn’t help but make Xiao Chuan push his jade penis forward hard.

Suu grunted before gripping the edge of the table with both hands and opening her mouth wide with an electrifying moan.

She clenched her lips with her teeth for a minute, then she gave a strong shudder and screamed in a muffled voice, “Oh! Chuan… don’t move… I’m… dying… I’m finished… I’m finished…”

Xiaochuan followed his lover’s wishes, his crotch and stock pressed tightly against each other, and his jade penis pushed against the secret hole, only to feel that the deep mound sucked and contained the glans, sucking, spitting, pushing and frustrating, like a gush of hot water, spraying to his glans, scalded him with spasms.

A hot spring of water rushed to the entrance of her baby, and with all his strength, Xiaochuan pressed her legs to her chest and squeezed her two legs forward…

A torrent of hot water, a flood of jade, a hot spring from the root to the head of the glans, shooting straight into the depths of the beautiful woman in my arms…

Second, a mother’s heart sinks like water

In the afternoon, as soon as Editor-in-Chief Luo’s call came, Xiaochuan flew to Huang’s Garden in Caohejing’s Jinrong.

It wasn’t until late at night that they headed home in a yellow cart down Kasumigaseki Road after a banquet of drinking and reconciliation.

Tall sycamore trees blotted out the glow of the streetlights as the carter trotted along at a trot.

In the distance, by the Jing’an Temple, the neon lights of the Baile Gate flashed with changing luminescence, and a faint sound of music came out: “Shanghai by night, Shanghai by night, you are also a city that never sleeps, and when the lanterns come on,… songs and dances are all over the place. The wine doesn’t make you drunk, but you get drunk on your own, and you spend all your youth…”

Arrived at the entrance of the alley, dismissed the driver, Xiaochuan raised his eyes, the alley is already sparsely lit, everyone is fast asleep.

“Ah…”

Xiaochuan yawned deeply “So tired! Hurry up and wash your face and feet and go to bed.”

The house is also dark.

Mom and little sister and the girls are probably asleep!

Xiaochuan also did not turn on the light, threw the leather bag to the eight fairy table in the parlor room, tiptoeing toward the back of the stove cloak room.

“Snap!” The light was turned on with a bang, but only to hear a “Wow!” A shriek that startled Ogawa.

Under the dim light, the small stove phi room is filled with water vapor, as if a wisp of veil in the air.

A snow-white body of flesh in the light veil was turning sharply around holding her breasts.

“Bluff me, it’s you!”

Turns out it was mom in the shower.

Ellen let out a long shush: “Why did you come in without a word?”

Seeing that it was her son, Ellen lowered the arm covering her chest and simply held the towel seemingly unobtrusively over the tight spot on her lower back.

Ogawa glanced at his mom’s body and hurriedly lowered his eyes, unable to stop his heart from pounding.

Half of it was the fact that I was really startled just now, and half of it was that I couldn’t help but be aroused by my mom’s naked torso.

Even though my mom is already a grandmother, she is only thirty-six years old due to the fact that both her and herself married and had children early.

Women in the south of the river, especially those from big families, take good care of their bodies, and Mom’s figure was still extremely beautiful: rounded shoulders, tender lotus-root shoulders, a pair of large, firm breasts that trembled as if they were freshly peeled chicken-heads, and two reddish nipples like grapes waiting to be plucked; a waist so thin that the wind could break it, and a wide crotch connected to long, slender, plump legs…

The heart is flooded with strange feelings, the lower body is also a strange reaction, but Xiaochuan’s mouth is constantly apologizing: “Sorry, mom. I didn’t hear anything, so I came in. I’ll… I’ll be right out. Take your time.”

“Never mind,” Ellen stared at her beloved son thoughtfully for a few moments, turned her back to him and sat back down in the tub “I was just going to soak for a while. That’s why I didn’t make a sound.”

Still a little embarrassed, Xiaochuan turned back and said, “I’m going out. Call me when you’re done washing.”

“Come and rub my back? Mom’s getting old and her arms and legs aren’t working well anymore, so it’s inconvenient to rub her back.”

“It’s… not very convenient, is it?”

Although Xiaochuan was eager to enjoy his mom’s mature woman’s naked body again, his mom’s request still blustered him into stuttering.

“What are you afraid of? You are crawling out from the root of mom’s belly and intestines, not a wild man outside! Besides, you are a big kid yourself, and it’s not the first time you’ve seen a naked woman. Are you still afraid that mom will eat you?”

Ogawa settled down, took off his jacket and hung it on the hook behind the stove door, then pulled a small stool and took a seat behind his mom.

Ellen handed over a piece of loofah tendon.

Xiaochuan glanced from his mother’s armpit to her rounded breast peaks, then silently took the loofah tendon from his mother’s hand and rubbed his mother’s back.

Hand stroking the mother’s white smooth skin, Xiaochuan praised from the bottom of his heart: “Mom, your skin is really good. Really than other people twenty-year-old girl’s skin is even more fine and clean. Luckily you just said that you are old.”

“Little Chiliao (little kid), the two pieces of cherry (mouth skin) are getting better and better at flipping! You’re a flower head and a flower brain, and you’ve come to your mother to cheat her?”

“Mma…”

Xiao Chuan held his mom’s smooth and soft shoulders with one hand, and with one hand he held a loofah tendon along his spine, rubbing it on his mom’s back that was as moist as a beautiful jade, “I really didn’t talk nonsense. Look, your skin is so white and smooth, none of the girls I know have skin as good as yours.”

Ellen rubbed her son so well.

With her eyes closed, she enjoyed her son’s rare service, and couldn’t help but let out a slight yeahyeah sound as he rubbed her up and down: “┅┅┅┅ Yes, yes… how many women’s skin have you seen? Let’s put it this way… Ah… here… good… Besides, the skin on my back has always been inside my clothes, so maybe it’s better than the skin of other twenty-something girls that’s exposed. Do you think so?”

Xiaochuan a little unconvinced, put down the loofah tendon, two palms from the mother’s two petals shoulder blades down: “Mom, I see is not exposed to the skin of the face and hands, is the quack (indeed) the skin inside the clothes of the little girl.”

Ai Lan’s muscles could not help but tighten when her son’s broad and gentle palm touched her back, and although she felt uncomfortable, she could not refuse: “Is it the ‘Chang San’ of Si Ma Road (Shanghai’s current Fuzhou Road, which used to be a concentration of brothels) (the Chang San Tangzi was a high-class brothel on Si Ma Road, and was always referred to as ‘Chang San’ at that time), or is it the Miss Paramount? (Chang San Tang was a high-class brothel on Four Road, so the term ‘Chang San’ was always used to refer to the more upscale prostitutes at that time), or was it Miss Paramount? Comparing mom to that kind of woman?”

“Mma. Your son is that kind of person, don’t you know that? Why would I go to a place like Four Roads?

It’s just that when you go to the Parade, it’s all self-pulling holes (self-help meaning bring your own woman to the dance).”

Ailan somehow felt a sour feeling in her heart and skimmed her lips, “Hmph! You’re too much of an asshole. Compare mom with your concubine.”

Mother and son gossiped to such an extent that it had long since ceased to resemble a conversation between a mother and her son, but rather a flirtation between a man and a woman.

Especially Ailan this pout, more let Xiaochuan, have the feeling of treating mom Ailan as one of his lovers.

He was so moved that his hands, which were caressing Elan’s waist, tightened, and he wrapped his bare mother in his arms: “Mom, Ila (they) are my girlfriends, don’t talk about concubines. But in any case, none of them are as good as you…”

“Sleeping with you without marrying you is not a concubine, what is it?”

Ailan’s eyes got a little misty too, “How many concubines… girlfriends do you have?”

After a few struggles, she relaxed herself and rested her wet spine against her son’s arms.

Xiaochuan could not help but hug his mother’s naked body tightly, two hands on his mother’s flat and soft belly rubbing: “Jiaoguan (many), this is your son has the ability.”

“It’s no use being so capable when there’s no one who will marry you.”

Ailan leaned her head onto her son’s shoulder as well, panting slightly.

“None of them had such a beautiful FACE as you, Mumma, such long hair, such a thin waist, such fine clean skin, such big, round… breasts…”

“To die come on, let go, where are you touching.”

It was only then that Ailan realized that one of her son’s hands was already rubbing back and forth on her breasts, and she hurriedly tried to dislodge her son’s devilish hands.

“Mma, I’m your son hey.”

Ogawa pushed his mom’s hand away “Haven’t I been touching and sucking with my mouth here a lot since I was a kid?”

Ai Lan was touched by her son’s breath shortened: “Don’t be like this. You are now in your early twenties. Your daughter is also three years old. It’s not good to touch mom here anymore.”

“I am still your son. From the time you gave birth to me at fifteen until now, I will always be your son too. What’s wrong with a son touching the place where his mother nursed him?”

With that said, both of Ogawa’s hands covered one mom’s breast and gently rubbed it.

Ailan resisted for a while, but had to recognize his son and go.

But she still wanted to maintain her motherly reserve: “Okay, just hold me for a while. Just… don’t touch… anything else… anywhere else.”

“Someplace else? What kind of place is mom?”

“I won’t tell you anymore,” Ailan said as she desperately grabbed one of her son’s hands that was trying to move downward, “the more I talk, the worse it gets. Okay, just hold mom like this for a rest… it’s fine.”

Holding his mom like this and rubbing her full and bouncy breasts, Ogawa was a bit unstoppable.

Turning his head he articulated his mom’s earlobe over his shoulder and gently began to suck on it.

Ailan was already flushed.

How could this happen when all I wanted was a back rub from my son?

I felt that every sweet word and every gentle gesture of my son filled the hazy longing in my heart, and I felt that every crevice in my heart was soothed by his warmth… Is it because I miss my man?

I wanted a man’s shoulder, a man’s embrace, a man’s big hands, a man’s… But it had been ten years since Xiaochuan’s father had died, and I had never been attracted to any man myself!

And today it’s being tugged at by my son?

Xiaochuan kissed his mom’s tender and hot cheeks and squeezed her round and bulging breasts, but there were no distractions in his mind.

It only felt as if the woman in her arms was not only her own mother, but also a gorgeous young woman with a spring in her step, just like those of her own lovers, needing her tender caresses.

He married his wife, to whom he had been betrothed since childhood, at the age of 17, following his mother’s orders.

The following year, his wife died of fishy red fever after giving birth to his daughter, Li-ting.

And he entered a small newspaper in which his family owned a stake at this time.

With his talent, Ogawa became a famous fast shooter in the newspaper industry before the age of 20, and also won the hearts of many women.

Among his lovers were newspaper colleagues, tycoon’s mistresses, theatergoers and starlets he interviewed, but never a hit on his own mother.

Even though my mom is so gorgeous too, she is the mother who gave birth to and raised me.

But today is different…

He didn’t have time to think it through before he used the tried and true tactic of flirting with his mom.

Mom’s cheeks were so smooth, and Mom’s red lips must have been even more tender.

Without hesitation, he planted his mouth on his mom’s crimson lips.

Ailan closed her eyes and let her son have his way with her.

But when her son’s soulful tongue squeezed into her own teeth and teased her mom’s sweet tongue, the sensation, which she had never tasted before, suddenly woke her up.

“Don’t…”

Ailan suddenly struggled out of her son’s arms and jumped out of the tub dripping with water, exposing her big, plump, soft, round ass to her son’s eyes.

Ogawa was taken aback, how could his mom, who had just been so docile and at his mercy, react so violently?

“Mom, what’s wrong with you?”

Ai Lan’s body twitched, and with her head lowered, she sighed, “Xiao Chuan, I… I… after all… I’m your mother, not your concubine… girlfriend… don’t do this to mom…”

Ogawa was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something, but remained mute.

After a while, he picked up the towel: “Mom, sit down. If you keep standing, you’ll catch a cold.”

“… Forget it. I basically washed it before you came back.”

Ogawa dipped the towel in the hot water before strangling the water dry: “Then, let me help you dry off.”

Ailan suddenly turned around and faced her son: “Siew Chuan, don’t… do that to mom… again. Mom can’t take it! After all… after all, I am your mother.”

Forcing himself not to salute his mom’s dark triangle, Ogawa nodded and unfolded the towel and began to wipe his mom’s body.

Ailan, a little afraid to face her handsome son, closed her eyes and let him do his thing.

Mom’s shoulders are a little cold.

A bead of water trickled down his neck and shoulder blades.

Mom’s hair, dislodged by the intimacy she had just experienced, fell over the back of her head and chest, and a few strands of her long hair covered her nipples.

Ogawa lifted Mma’s long hair hanging down her chest and gently flicked them behind Ailan.

Ailan’s body shuddered in disbelief.

Ogawa’s towel wiped down to his mom’s chest, the two huge breasts still glowing glistening white in the dim light.

The snow-white towel separated the thin layer of her son’s palms from her mother’s breasts.

But Xiaochuan still clearly felt his mom’s two full and extremely elastic mounds of flesh, firm and hard nipples, with his mom’s rapid breathing in the uncontrollable trembling.

Xiaochuan didn’t dare to stay longer, hastily drying himself and then wiping it onto his mom’s armpit.

When Xiaochuan’s hand began to move down to her navel after drying her mother’s warm, flat stomach, Ailan stopped her son with a red face and said in a mosquito-like voice, “No… I’ll let you do it yourself down there. You… wipe my mom’s back…”

Ogawa turned behind her mom in silence.

The moisture there had long since been sucked out of his shirt, and only the part of his ass below the waist that had been sitting in the water moments before remained.

After gently wiping her mother’s upper body, Ogawa’s towel-wrapped hand moved to her mother’s ass.

As he was wiping down the rounded curves, Ogawa noticed that his mom’s ass moved and a flash of white quickly flickered out of her groin.

He couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his heart, ‘Mom is rubbing her… pussy…’

The arousal that had just been suppressed by his mother burned up again ‘teng’, and the bulging rod pushed his pants up into an even higher tent.

Unable to resist he pulled his mom into his arms once again.

Ailan’s heart was also in a heavenly battle, like a deer in the headlights.

My son’s rapid breathing in my ears, my son’s manly breath spewing from my cheeks, my son’s broad chest on my back, and my son’s big, hot hands on my chest and stomach.

Although my son’s hands weren’t on my breasts at the moment, there was something long and thick pressed against my ass crack…

‘No… if this continues, I’ll go crazy… fucking my son… it’s incest… I’ll be struck down by heaven and cursed as a ‘bastard’… a rotten and dirty soup of sansho… something that burns with heavenly fire…’

Finally she made up her mind and gently pushed her son away, “Bring the bathrobe for mom. I’m done…”

Looking at his mom’s back as she hurried out, Ogawa couldn’t help but be a little dazed.

Mom’s back she had been watching for twenty years less, why did it make her so emotional tonight?

A mom is a mom after all!

Mom, as beautiful as she is, is after all the mother who gave birth to and raised her!

It’s sacrilege to have sexual urges on your mom’s flesh yourself!

With trepidation, Xiaochuan poured out his mom’s bath water, poured some hot water from the hot water bottle, casually scrubbed, and packed up and went upstairs.

I don’t know what will be the result of the encounter between sexual desire and reason, anyway, Xiaochuan’s heart is messed up like hemp.

Not knowing exactly what was going on in his mind, Ogawa’s mind was just a mass of blankness and irritation.

When he got to his room, he stripped off his clothes and changed into his pajama bottoms, heading for his bed only to be bored for a moment.

He sat up and fell back down; fell back down and sat up again.

After so several times, Xiaochuan cursed a foul language: “chap that (fuck him)! Today I am that can be the body (today I am how the matter)?”

So he simply got up and paced back and forth across the room.

‘Never mind, let’s go see how my daughter is sleeping.’

Just a few steps down the aisle, he slapped his head: “Look at my memory, didn’t Tingting go to kindergarten today?”

So he turned back to walk back, only to find a ray of light coming through the door of his sister Juan’s room.

“A-mei, that can be so late in the night?”

Ogawa pushed open the hidden door of the room and probed to ask.

III. Sisterly feelings are always poetry (wet)

Xiaojuan was wearing an undershirt and shorts, wrapping a quilt around her body like a cloak, two pillows were up against the bed rail as cushions, and she was concentrating on reading a book with the wall lamp.

As soon as she saw someone probing her head, Xiao Juan was like taken aback and busily hid the book under the quilt.

When he saw that it was his brother, he breathed a sigh of relief: “Aiya, it’s you, Aiguo. Scared me a bit.”

“What are you reading? So nervous.”

Ogawa walked faithfully to his sister’s bed.

“Sit up here and I’ll show you.”

Xiaochuan leaned towards the bed rail, sat down next to his sister, took the book from Xiaojuan and opened the book cover to take a look: “Oh yell, so it’s Zhang Jingsheng’s Sex Scripture! There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

(Note: Zhang Jingsheng – a doctor in France, returned to China in the 1920s with the “Sex Scriptures” series, discussing sexual relations between men and women and sexual issues, advocating that, whether it is marriage or love, men and women should enjoy sex as the first priority. (Zhang is a scholar, but he is not a flirt himself, but he has been criticized by Taoist scholars for being a slut because of the Sex Scriptures.) Xiaojuan’s face was flushed red, not sure if she was shy or excited: “I’m afraid that mom will come in. Mom will scold me if she sees me reading this kind of book.”

“You’re so old… it’s good to read. However, Mma must have scolded you because you’ll catch a cold if you read like that.”

Xiaojuan lifted the covers, revealing her body in just an undershirt and shorts: “It’s both comfortable and convenient to read this way.

Look at the strain, and when you want to get sleepy, just fall down and go to sleep. It’s not cold at all.”

Xiaochuan glanced at his sister’s rounded shoulders and bare thighs: “Okay, okay. Beware of catching a cold, quickly wrapped up the blanket.”

“I’m not cold. It’s just that you’re only wearing your pajamas, Ah Brother, so you’re going to catch a cold.”

“Oh, I just forgot that Tina was in daycare today and wanted to come out and see her. Was a little underdressed.

Do you have a blanket? Let me wrap up and ala brother and sister talk.”

Xiaojuan opened the quilt, curled up her thighs and moved her butt to the side: “Why do you need to find a blanket, let’s get under the quilt together to warm up.”

Ogawa’s eyes quickly skimmed between his sister’s curled thighs.

Hidden there was a full mound between the roots of her sister’s thighs wrapped in white shorts.

As he looked at his sister’s bare legs and the slightly bulging peaks wrapped tightly around her small vest, he felt a slight reaction in his lower body, and couldn’t help but say sheepishly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea… We’re not children anymore. Being under the covers with so few clothes on… it’s a bit…”

“Hee hee, Ah’m afraid to be embarrassed!”

Xiaojuan scratched her face “You are my brother and I am your sister. It’s not like… a man and a woman are doing something bad…”

Saying that, she embarrassed herself, her small face reddened, pouted: “You in the end to come in?”

Ogawa laughed and shook his head, still unable to resist the temptation, crawling over and getting under the covers to lean against the bed rail close to his sister.

“Oops, not enough quilts.”

Xiaojuan was covered with a four-and-a-half-foot quilt, which was wide and large for one person, and obviously too small for two people wrapped side by side.

“Argo, you sit here. I’ll sit on you and you hold me. That way the quilt will be enough.”

Juan said and sat on top of his brother.

Xiaochuan a little bit can not stand, the jade penis below has long been hard as an iron bar, afraid of being discovered by his sister.

He hastily lent a hand to help his sister adjust her sitting position, holding his rod between his thighs.

But both hands inevitably rubbed his sister’s round, soft ass, even rubbing his sister’s crack through her panties.

Now, his jade penis swelled even harder, but he couldn’t let it out while it was wedged in his thigh.

Otherwise it would surely push against his sister’s slit, and that would be even more embarrassing.

Xiaochuan complained, half ashamed, half ashamed: “Xiaojuan, if you hug like this, even if you are brother and sister, it’s still too hard to look at each other, right?”

My sister smiled and wrapped her arms around my brother’s head, blowing on his face with her little mouth: “Anyway, mom is already asleep and won’t come in to scold us. What are you afraid of?”

Xiaochuan couldn’t help but put one hand around his sister’s slender waist, and the other hand wrapped around her pink thighs: “I’m not afraid. What about you? Aren’t you afraid that Ah Guo will eat you?”

Xiaojuan playfully wrinkled her nose, closed her eyes, and looked like she was at the mercy of the king: “If you want to be a bad body, there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m your sister, and I’m the one who sent you here.”

Soft Fu Fu, fragrant young girl carcass only through a layer of thin underwear in the arms, really let the 20 just out of the beginning of the brother of the wind flow of love difficult to self-control.

Ogawa lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on his sister’s blown cheek.

With a cry, Siu Kuen wrapped her arms tightly around her brother, pressed her cheek against his face, and pressed her body into his arms: “Brother, hold me… I want you to hold me…”

Ogawa got excited as well, rubbing her back with one hand and hugging her hips with the other, holding her sister tightly in her arms.

Siu Kuen’s mouth murmured “ah… uh…”, and she tightly wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck, pressing her newly developed breasts desperately against his chest.

Her sister’s hair brushed against Ogawa’s nose, the scent of a young girl was so moving.

He almost forgot that the dainty girl who kept writhing in his arms was his sister, and responded enthusiastically, rubbing the girl’s round, soft ass and thighs.

His lips lifted his sister’s long, tangled hair, slurping and kissing her thin, smooth neck.

Juan’s ass, thighs, and even his whole body wriggled against his brother.

Her brother’s prick had lost control and was “ravaged” under her ass.

Her thighs were screened tight, twisting constantly as if they were rubbing against each other.

Ogawa’s hand tried to burst into the penalty area several times, but was blocked by his sister’s enthusiasm at the ‘door’.

Finally, when Xiao Chuan’s palm penetrated his sister’s crotch, but unexpectedly Xiao Juan clamped down on her brother’s big hand again.

Ogawa could feel his sister’s hot and flushed there.

Through the wet ‘Bao Da Xiang’ white cotton shorts, he could feel the bulbous mound of flesh at the base of his sister’s thighs, and in the mound was a tight, thin slit, which had long been watery.

Xiaojuan’s thighs were twisting in her brother’s hands, and she was letting out moans of “ah…” and “ah…” as she did so.

Xiaochuan knew from the feeling of the slit and the fact that his sister was clamping down on his hand but only knew how to wriggle to create pleasure: she must still be a virgin!

Even masturbation only knows the section on squeezing the pussy.

His sister’s ass pressed against Ogawa’s prick in a non-stop grinding motion, stimulating him to the point of almost exploding.

He knew his sister had reached the tipping point a long time ago, and that if he took it a step further, she would never run away from the battlefield like her mother did.

But will it… work?

After all, she was her first full sister from one of her own mothers!

He could barely control himself when he was confronted with his naked mom just now.

That’s because Mom’s mature womanly beauty was exactly what he liked!

Those round, perky, full breasts, that thin, supple waist, and most attractive of all, those round, plump ass cheeks…

All of them are full of mature and seductive sexual flavor.

And the sister in her arms was already having a girl grow up, starting to have rounded hips and breasts, and a thin waist and long legs.

But after all, it’s still just a slender, lovely teenage body.

It’s not quite as killer as Mom’s.

Even now, the kind of love intoxication of the delicate state, in the eyes of men like Xiaochuan, who has always prided himself on his compassion for jade, make people feel more ‘pity’, ‘pity’, rather than a “wind and rain destroyed a tree flower The wind and rain will destroy the flowers of the tree”.

Xiao Chuan composed himself and rubbed his hand harder on his sister’s pussy, provoking a murmur from Xiao Juan: “Ah… Ah… I… am… so comfortable… yes, yes… more force… yes, I… ah, ah…”

Xiaochuan whispered softly in his sister’s ear, “Juan, have you had enough? If this continues, I can’t take it anymore…”

At the sound of his voice, Siu Kuen immediately stopped writhing, buried her face deep in her brother’s shoulder, and said vaguely, “I’m sorry, Brother. Was I… was I too mean?”

Xiaochuan pulled his hand out of his sister’s crotch and slapped her rounded ass, causing Xiaojuan to let out a cry of “Oww… gently, Brother. Can’t you be gentle with a little girl’s ass?”

“What kind of person just asked me to use a little force? Now you want me to be lighter. Fine, Ah’ll rub it gently.”

Said Ogawa and rubbed his sister’s ass.

Siu Kuen hugged her brother’s shoulder and seemed to bury her face deeper: “I won’t talk to you, I won’t talk to you… it’s so comfortable… you’re bullying me as a brother!”

“I bullied you? If I wasn’t your brother, I would have…”

“Put me what?”

“Open your ‘meta (virgin)’!”

“Oh, you’re so kind…”

Xiaochuan happily pressed his sister’s back, letting his sister’s breasts rubbed on his chest for a while: “The way you looked just now, you were really in the throes of spring. What kind of man would be able to stand seeing that?”

Xiaojuan lifted up her blushing face, biting her lower lip with a row of white teeth, and looked at her brother with watery eyes: “How can you stand it?”

Ogawa looked at his sister’s blown out tender face and couldn’t help but move up to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Immediately, Juan closed his eyes tightly and let his brother make light of him.

Xiaochuan softly said: “You are my sister. How can I violate you?”

Xiaojuan also replied shyly, “I trust you. But… but…”

“But do what?”

Ogawa gently stroked his sister’s hair.

“But… but… but don’t laugh at me when I tell you?!”

Xiaojuan’s long eyelashes fluttered and flickered, and her eyes shone with a strange luster.

Ogawa nodded.

He also guessed what his sister would say, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his heart as well.

Seeing her brother’s solemn nod, Xiaojuan lowered her eyes  and said quietly, “But really, if I have to give my most precious thing to my brother… I will be very happy too…”

After saying that he was so shy that he stuck his head back into his brother’s arms.

Although he expected his little sister, who had been very attached to him since childhood, to say such things, Ogawa still had mixed feelings in his heart.

The allure of her sister’s flesh was no match for her mother’s, but her sister was, after all, a young teenager.

Mom’s beauty is the beauty of a mature woman, while her sister’s is the beauty of a young girl; Mom is reserved, while her sister is generous…

He was moved: the soft and delicate sister from wherever said is the best woman, and since childhood on their own are bird-like attachment.

Today clearly want to dedicate themselves, obviously by Zhang Jingsheng’s “Sex Scriptures” in the enjoyment of sexual pleasure advocate, probably also his own deep appreciation of the “cup of water” concept of love, to pick the sister of this flower is as easy as a slap in the face.

(Note: Cup of waterism – Shanghai in the 20s and 30s, Beiping intellectuals extremely popular concept of love, meaning: love is like water, jumping into the river will be drowned by love, I only need a cup of a cup of drink. (See Ding Ling’s Diary of Ms. Sophie.)

But after all, my sister is not another woman, she is my own flesh and blood, can this work?

Lust and reason, impulsiveness and restraint, affection and love meet with reason and affection prevailing for the time being.

Ogawa decides to be good at the role of brother rather than lover.

He gently pulled up his sister’s chin and gave her a slapdash light kiss, softly saying, “Xiaojuan, brother likes you very much too. But after all, we are siblings, can not do that kind of thing.”

Xiao Juan tried her best to restrain herself from letting the disappointment show on her face, her big bright eyes glittering with crystal light.

She didn’t dare to stare into her brother’s eyes for fear that tears would come to her eyes: “Brother, I know my thoughts are extravagant. A brother would never have sex with his own sister. No matter how much I love you…”

Looking at his beloved sister’s pitiful look, Ogawa felt as if something in his heart shattered with a ‘dang’ like fragile glass!

He couldn’t help but want to tell his sister how much his brother liked her too!

As long as she wanted it, my brother would do it even if he had to go to hell, and it was the most pleasurable thing to do with my sister… “Will you teach me how to kiss, brother? I’ve never tasted kissing before.”

Ogawa was even less able to refuse his sister’s retreating request.

Cupping his sister’s face, Ogawa was filled with love and compassion as he gently kissed her forehead, between her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, her chin, and then pressed his face close to her, slowly rubbing her cheeks.

Juan closed his eyes, his nostrils becoming heavier and heavier, and exhaled warm breaths sharply and softly in his brother’s ear from the slightly parted lips.

Xiaochuan was really tickled by his sister’s enthusiasm.

He wrapped his arms around Juan and pressed his lips against hers.

Her wet and warm tongue came in a leisurely manner, as soft as if it was going to melt in Xiaochuan’s mouth… The tip of her tongue was passionately exchanging in both mouths, and her body reacted fiercely and disobediently again.

Ogawa embraced his sister tightly, making no secret of his desire, his hands slowly caressing her smooth back and shoulders and neck that were exposed outside her sweatshirt.

She began to let out a babbling nasal sound, her arms tightened around Ogawa, her ten fingers clasping and relaxing, relaxing and clasping in panic on Ogawa’s back and waist.

Ogawa slowly loosened his lips that were kissing his sister tightly and pressed his cheek against her face.

The siblings panted slightly enjoying the warmth after the passionate kiss.

Juan grabbed one of his brother’s hands and placed it on his budding breasts, letting him rub them through his undershirt.

“A-chan, all the places on my sister’s body are yours, A-chan. Whenever you want A-mei to give it to you, A-mei agrees.”

Excitedly, Xiaochuan hugged his sister tightly and stroked her hair: “Good sister, I just can’t… I have to give you this kind of pleasure…”

With that he moved his hand stroking his hair to his sister’s ass and pushed his pants aside to reach into Juan’s slit.

Being touched directly to the delicate bud for the first time by a thick and hard male finger, Juan was excited and nervous.

My brother’s fingers were rougher than my own, but the movements were incredibly gentle.

All she could feel was her brother’s fingertips sliding over her anus and over her perineum, encasing her entire pussy in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Juan’s whole body was shaking with nervousness.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t touched herself there before, but today it was her brother’s hand that touched there, the one she had always loved since she was a little girl!

Her brother had gotten married when she was thirteen, and before her love affair was over, she had developed that subtle jealousy of the woman who could sleep with her brother every day.

But my sister-in-law is a very good girl and treats her like her own sister.

So although she was still so jealous of her sister-in-law’s face of happiness that flowed out of her every morning, she was still beginning to like the jaded little sister-in-law.

So much so that when her sister-in-law died, she was filled with guilt at the faint celebration that had inexplicably welled up in her.

But her brother continued to be kind to her even after her marriage, often cuddling with her sister-in-law as she read books and played cards and games.

But she still expected him to put his hand under her clothes when he hugged her like he did with her sister-in-law, and make her moan like a kitten…

Ah!

The day finally came.

My brother’s fingers spread his labia.

Oh, it hurts…

So cozy again.

Her back also went limp and so much pussy water flowed out of her lower body like she was about to pee.

She then felt the finger that her brother had inserted into her labia soak up the slippery feeling of her own, too, as she pumped it inside her cunt in small up and down motions.

“Oooh… mmm… so good… brother… I… am… weird… oooh…”

Juan bit the shirt on his brother’s shoulder to keep from making too much noise.

My brother’s hands were just amazing, I don’t know how many times more comfortable than rubbing myself around!

Her legs subconsciously stiffened and twitched in response to the movements of his fingers… Suddenly, she cried out with a loud “Woah…”, which scared Ogawa into stopping.

It turned out that Ogawa’s index finger and thumb twisted the small pearl of his sister!

Xiaojuan’s love juices kept flowing out under her brother’s aping, not only her own panties were already wet as if they were out of water, even Xiaochuan’s pajama pants were blotchy.

The virgin’s sister’s orgasm came so quickly that Ogawa was also a little surprised.

The middle finger was still wedged in his sister’s cunt and was clamped tight.

Just now, for fear of breaking his sister’s hymen, he hadn’t dared to poke too deeply, only making small thrusts at the vaginal opening.

Little did he know that his sister was already so excited that her whole body was trembling.

One more twist of the clitoris and my sister leaked profusely.

One day, if my sister is again to the tongue, or even “pen” intercourse, I do not know how happy my sister will be.

I myself was so excited in the process of masturbating my sister that it was not at all the kind of idle playful teasing that I felt when I was flirting with other women, but a kind of… a kind of… a kind of, blasphemous, ethically challenging pleasure, I guess!

It was like the heartbeat of the party when they teased their mother.

I’m sure my sister must be in the same frame of mind when she climaxes so quickly.

This kind of mentality is like a person who likes to challenge a fierce tiger and keep teasing the tiger, letting the tiger roar and pounce but never catching his own kind of thrill of defeating the invincible strong man.

By teasing his mother today, is he not also teasing the ethics – the thousands of years old tiger of etiquette?

In his mind, he didn’t stop in his hands.

Juan was already overwhelmed by his five-fingered army of apathy and was paralyzed in his brother’s arms.

He slowly peeled the panties off his sister’s ass.

Juan found out when he stripped down to his thighs.

She raised her smiling face filled with a happy red operculum and looked at Xiaochuan: “A brother?”

She assumed that her brother was trying to do something further by removing her panties and looked at him hopefully.

Xiao Chuan knew what his sister meant and kissed her on the cheek, softly saying, “Xiao Juan, you’re too wet here. Brother will help you change one.”

Juan’s face was so red that it seemed to ooze blood.

She shook her head.

“What, not changing? It’s too wet, you’ll get sick in it.”

Xiaojuan said in a mosquito-like voice: “It’s not that I won’t change, it’s that I don’t want to wear it now.”

“So that my brother can get closer to you more often, yes?”

Xiaojuan nodded vigorously: “Brother, don’t you want me?”

Ogawa just felt the blood rush to the top of his head all of a sudden, and impulsively just wanted to say ∶Big brother is looking forward to it.

But there is a voice in my heart that warns me: I was playing with a tiger outside the iron cage, but if I really fucked my sister, it would be playing with a tiger in a cage.

He resisted the urge and said softly, “It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that brother and sister are already out of bounds if they do what we just did. Any more… that would be adultery between brother and sister, incest. If people find out about it, it’s not a big deal if I do it or not, but if I cause you, as a young girl, to be criticized by people and make it impossible for you to get married, then I’ll be doing your sister a disservice. I can’t do it.”

Xiaojuan’s big, bright eyes twinkled: “Allah lives in a Shikumen house, and when the door is closed every day, who knows what’s going on inside? When neighbors meet, they call each other “Zhang’s brother”, “Li’s sister-in-law”, “Wang’s mother”, “Mr. Zhao”, and that’s good enough. Each family has its own scriptures, and it’s none of other people’s business. What do you think, Ah Brother?”

Xiaochuan smiled and wrinkled his sister’s nose: “Little monster, you know a lot about human affairs. But you forgot someone.”

“Mma, is it?”

“Yeah, it’s a wonder Momma wouldn’t be pissed off if she knew.”

“Hmph, I see, you men, you don’t understand women’s hearts.”

“How can I tell?”

“The way I see it, Mma is no better than I am.”

Xiaochuan was shocked: Is mom also interested in me…

No wonder when I took a shower today…

In my heart, I think so, but my mouth is still hard: “Little girl is talking nonsense. Mom is an elder, how can that be?”

“Mma’s been a widow for more than ten years, right? I can’t even remember what Dad looks like. Mma married Papa at fifteen and is only thirty-six this year, and she has never been seen with another man. Do you think with such a handsome and dashing son in the house, I (she) would have an Idipus complex?”

“Aiya, my little sister, you are poisoned! You’ve been poisoned by the Freudian poison brought to you by Zhang Jingsheng. See if I don’t properly help you detoxify.”

After that, he tickled his sister.

Juan smiled and returned the favor.

The two siblings cuddled and frolicked on the bed.

After a while, Xiaochuan climbed out from the quilt, put Xiaojuan, who was almost breathless, to lie down flat, covered the quilt, and removed the panties from her sister’s ankles and necks, and said, “Luckily, this is the back floor, and there are several rooms away from Mma’s room in the front wing. Otherwise, with you so crazy, mom will definitely know we are doing bad things.”

Xiaojuan obediently opened her legs and shyly let her brother reach under the covers to wipe her wet pussy with her own panties, arguing defiantly, “Allah didn’t do anything bad. But it’s just a brother and sister white phase phase (play).”

Xiaochuan teasingly showed his sister’s soaked panties: “Look: the general white phase, your panties why (why) so wet? It looks like it was fished out of the water.”

Xiaojuan snatched her shy credentials from her brother’s hand, “It’s not because you’re a bad brother! Hee hee, look, you look like you peed your pants.”

Ogawa looked down at himself, and the crotch of his pajama pants had a large wet mark, so it really looked like he had peed his pants.

“Oops, you little slutty girl, you’ve made me… I’ll quickly go back and change into my pajamas.”

“Hee hee, calling me a slut? If there’s no slutty brother, how can there be a slutty sister? Do you think so? Slutty A-gee.”

Looking at his quirky and elfin little sister’s pretty red cheeks, Xiaochuan couldn’t help but feel more love and compassion.

He went forward and kissed his sister’s hot, red face: “Sassy A-mei, A-go-go. You have a good dream.”

“My beautiful dream is to be your Argo’s wife. What about you, A-go?”

Juan whispered in his brother’s ear.

Ogawa froze for a moment and didn’t answer, standing up and heading out the door.

Behind her, her sister’s soft and coquettish voice resounded again: “Ah Brother, you’ll come tomorrow night too, okay?”

Ogawa didn’t turn around and just said, “Tomorrow morning will be.”

“I’ll wait for you tomorrow night. Argo.”

IV. Frightening Nanjing Road

Returning to his room on the front floor, Ogawa took off his soaked pajama pants, changed into a clean one, and got under his own covers, but couldn’t sleep any night.

His own prick was still a little hard.

I’ve held it in twice in a row today without venting, so it looks like I’ll just have to fix it myself.

He leaned back against the pillows and jerked his right hand back and forth, but he caught a glimpse of the large expanse of his sister’s lewd love juices on the pajama pants thrown on the spring bench next to the bed, and he couldn’t help but feel his heart fluttering once again.

My sister is a standard beauty, not only her face is beautiful, but also her body is slender and attractive.

That secret place is not seen, but touched enough, is more refreshing and full, two labia tight, is so attractive to men.

More on the sister’s watery, sweet and greasy slutty, really can be said to be born demonic, foxy into the bone.

Normally, he himself would never let go of a girl who was less than half the size of his sister if he happened upon her.

And today it was guarded so tightly.

I can’t help but admire my own determination as well.

On second thought, Ogawa couldn’t help but regret it a bit more.

Why couldn’t he pull a head start on a girl as good as his sister, but leave her for another man to enjoy?

There’s a saying, “Don’t let the fat water flow into other people’s fields”!

But it’s incest!

The word incest has never been associated with sin.

The word “bastard” means to scold a person’s family for mixing up in the same account, which is worse than a beast.

Can you afford it?

And remembering his sister’s words about wanting to be his wife, he couldn’t help but smile.

If my sister really becomes his wife, will he call his father or uncle when he gives birth to a child in the future?

But that’s fine, either dad or uncle are elders anyway, so what if you have a baby with mom and it’s called your dad?

Or is it brother?

If he was called brother, he was clearly the child’s father; if he was called father, he was born from the same mother and cave as her!

Wouldn’t that be a mess?

But it’s good for mom. She gave birth to her kids anyway.

Then if his daughter Ting Ting grows up and he incests with Ting Ting again, will the child he gives birth to call himself father or grandfather?

It was even worse for his daughter, who was obviously his own son or daughter, but her own sibling… Thinking about this, Ogawa no longer felt guilty, but had an inexplicable excitement, a thrill… He rubbed his rod vigorously, as if he were fucking his own mother, his sister and his daughter.

It was a long time before he fell into a deep sleep.

Breakfast the next day was a dull affair, and no one had much to say.

Everyone is harboring ghostly thoughts and looks like they haven’t slept enough.

Ailan lowered her eyebrows in obedience, not daring to look at her son.

Only Juan stole glances at his beloved brother from time to time.

And Ogawa tried his best to suppress himself from looking at his mom and sister, as if one look at them would be unspeakably blasphemous.

When he came back at night, he didn’t go to his sister’s room.

It was like that for days on end.

He was afraid that once he was inside he would not be able to restrain the temptation of the evil thought of incest.

And Ellen stopped lifting her son’s covers.

Only go into your son’s room to clean it when he is not there.

Over the months, the family spoke less and less to each other.

Juan had an even more sultry look on his face.

And Sunday, when his daughter, Ting Ting, returned, it seemed to be an ordeal for Ogawa as well.

My daughter is getting more and more beautiful and cute, and Xiaochuan is getting more and more afraid to hold her.

It seems that my own thoughts of incest have even made it to my daughter, who is only three or four years old.

The biased daughter kept asking her dad for a hug.

Unable to suppress his lust, Ogawa could only vent it on the bodies of his lovers.

Miss Sue from the newspaper office was needless to say, and almost every day he created an opportunity to be alone with her and have some wild coitus.

Outside, like in those little public houses, the tycoons’ mistresses, especially the thirty-something third wife of a certain provincial governor, felt that their young lovers were getting braver and braver.

She liked it so much that she expressed several times that she would help Ogawa open a newspaper or a business with her abundant personal money.

But only Ogawa himself knew that what he had in them was just a sexual outlet.

No amount of sex games and no amount of beautiful women could give him the excitement and thrill of just skin to skin with his mom and sister that night again!

It was the end of May, and the newspaper office was doing better.

The revolutionary armies in the south kept fighting over, and the revolutionaries in Shanghai kept causing trouble.

Social news was also increasing and the newspaper offices were getting busier and busier.

Ogawa naturally followed suit and got busy.

On this day, he had just kissed Su Su in the old place, and before his hand could reach into the fragrant embrace, the phone outside, which was only used by the newspaper’s insiders, rang hypnotically.

Having no choice but to make a face like Susu.

Su Su laughed and pinched the hard place in front of his pants: “Quickly, ‘Luo Geli’ called you to charge the army.”

He scented Su Su’s pretty face once more, and then chanted as he walked away, “The official is going to listen to the bells in the clouds and rain, and he is going to go to the newspaper office to report…”

I picked up the microphone and said, “Stick it in that bitch…”

Before he could say the foul language, he heard Editor-in-Chief Luo’s urgent shout: “Hurry! Hurry up! Chang… grab the Laika and come to Sincere! Hurry…”

“What’s the matter? It’s so urgent.”

On the other end of the phone came a burst of cacophony and Luo editor-in-chief’s anxious voice: “I am now in the East Railway Station! Do you hear me? Something big has happened… The march has begun… I’ve heard that all the factories and schools in Shanghai will take part… and there may be a strike… The march must go to Nanjing Road… Get a good seat there, I’ll come and find you…”

Before the words were out of his mouth, the call was disconnected, probably grabbed by another reporter.

As soon as he heard that such a big thing had happened, Ogawa’s reporter’s instincts made him jump up immediately, open the cabinet and take out that German ‘Leica’ camera and want to run out.

The clever Susu pulled him back: “What’s the matter, so panicked?”

“Something big is going on, there’s going to be a demonstration on Nanjing Road soon. I have to go quickly!”

“Oops, demonstrating on Nanking Road, the foreigners from the Ministry of Public Works will surely pop up. Take this in case the foreign rednecks ‘copy the target’ (search you) and confiscate your camera.”

(Note: the Ministry of Public Works Bureau of the Shanghai Concession of foreigners to create the municipal administration) Xiaochuan look, it turned out to be the magical Luo editor-in-chief to get a Ministry of Public Works Bureau of the special PASS, enjoying access to the Concession of the privileges of any barriers, and even only foreigners can enter the main building of the Happy Valley Hall can enter and exit at will.

Xiaochuan was overjoyed, hugged Su Su and kissed her, then ran downstairs.

Sure enough, all the Chinese stores on Nanjing Road are starting to pull the gates on their door panels.

Ogawa asked, pulling a clerk who was closing the store.

The clerk told him that the Japanese director of the Shenxin Yarn Factory had shot and killed several Chinese workers, and that the owner had been notified by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai that he was going on strike in protest.

At this time, many crowds began to gather under the cross-streets of ‘Xian Shi’, ‘Yong An’, and ‘Baodaxiang’, all looking up toward the direction of the Happy Valley on Yu Qiaqing Road (present-day Xizang Road) (present-day People’s Square).

Ogawa jumped on a wastebasket and grabbed a high point by holding up his camera.

In a short while, a burst of slogans was heard coming from Daxin’s place, followed by rambling banners and flags accompanying the slogans slowly.

With one foot on a wastebasket, one hand hooked to a streetlight above his head, and one hand on his camera, Ogawa began taking pictures of the protest march, of the stores with their iron gates closed, and of the rafters on Nanjing Road.

Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at the leg tubes of his pants, and when he looked down, Editor-in-Chief Luo’s smiling face, wearing tortoiseshell round glasses, came into view.

“Haha, a great general is a great general in the end. Such a good position was also snatched by you.”

After a few chilling moments both of them started their intense interviews.

After the parade had gone more than halfway, Editor-in-Chief Luo suddenly shouted, “Oops, no good!”

“What’s wrong?”

“How come there isn’t even a single patrolman on Nanking Road today! It looks like the Bureau of Public Works may have to crack down!”

Xiaochuan was a bit confused: “There are so many people today. Besides, the past parade is not all right.”

Editor Luo’s lenses glinted with a cold light: “In the past, the marches were against the warlords and for democracy, they were all the business of the Chinese themselves. The foreign communists didn’t care about us. This time is different. This time, it is the East China devils who have stirred up the anger of the masses by committing crimes, and the parade is called ‘Down with Imperialism’, which is against the taboo of the West China devils of the Ministry of Public Works. Although the Eastern and Western devils were usually at odds, they were all wearing the same pants at this time…”

Before the words were finished, from the Bund there came the sound of gunfire and hoofbeats.

All of a sudden there was pandemonium on the Nanking Road.

The tide of the parade in front of them receded toward the back, while the ones behind them were still moving forward.

It’s a gruel when you squeeze on both sides.

People watching along the street were flocking to the feeder road, while those who had come to see the fun unknowingly were still pushing forward.

Up ahead, the sound of guns and hoofbeats came closer and closer, and cries and screams rang out.

From afar, one could see a team of horses holding up their bayoneted lances while firing and charging forward; the red turbans of the Indian San and the straw helmets and hats of the Annamese dwarfs were clearly visible.

When they reached the area around the ‘Sam Yeung Shing’ South Store, probably because the bullets in their guns had run out, a British officer gave an order, and the Indian soldiers on their horses jumped off their horses and raised their sabers and started stabbing at the marching crowd.

The parade dispersed early and people fled to Guangxi Road and other forks.

But there were so many people and the road was so narrow, how could we not escape fast enough.

Those who fled behind fought with the foreign soldiers.

Both Ogawa and the editor-in-chief stayed on until the end, a ‘Leica’ and a ‘Chase’ kept filming the scenes of the ‘Universal Merchants’ massacre of the demonstrators.

(Note: The Universal Chamber of Commerce, the private arm of foreigners in the Shanghai Concession, is owned by the Universal Chamber of Commerce and is mercenary in nature.)

“That’s enough, let’s go. Don’t let the red-headed San (Indian) drive us in too.”

Editor-in-Chief Luo pulled up Ogawa and began to retreat as well.

Just about to turn the corner, Xiaochuan suddenly saw a familiar back, not realizing that he even stopped his footsteps.

“Come on, why are we stopping? Danger!”

Editor-in-Chief Law called eagerly from the front.

“No good! It’s my sister!”

Ogawa handed his camera into Editor-in-Chief Luo’s hand and sped off toward the riding floor of ‘Hendry’s’.

Editor-in-Chief Lo followed suit with a stomp of his foot.

At that moment Xiaojuan was helping a female classmate who had twisted her foot to limp forward, and an Indian soldier wearing a red turban came after her with a strange cry.

Suddenly the female classmate’s feet fell and she fell to the ground, dragging Xiaojuan down as well.

The Indian Ah San took advantage of the situation and raised his slashing knife to stab at Xiao Juan.

Xiao Juan instinctively dodged, and the slashing knife skewed to the side, stabbing into the female student’s shoulder.

There was a mournful cry, and a crutch of blood shot out with the drawn sash.

Juan also wailed in fear.

The Indian Ah San raised his bloodied slashing knife and stabbed down at Xiao Juan’s chest again.

Xiao Juan could no longer dodge and couldn’t help but close her eyes and wait for death.

Just then, with a roar, Ogawa arrived.

His eyes were red at the sight, and he stepped forward and kicked the Indian soldier, and the sash left Juan’s chest.

“Bro…”

Juan screamed miserably.

Xiaochuan couldn’t help but feel his heart galling at the sound, and rushed forward to help up his little sister and the injured female classmate.

At that moment, the Indian soldier turned back and groggily stabbed at Ogawa with his rifle.

Ogawa hastily blocked his sister, and with a sideways glance grabbed the barrel of the gun behind the slashers with both hands.

The Indian soldier growled and pressed his gun harder and harder toward Ogawa, inch by inch.

Xiaochuan was not as strong as him, his arms gradually bent, and he saw that the tip of the sash was only a few inches away from his chest.

He could have flung his lance to his side with dexterous force, and by inertia would have made the Indian soldier fall on his mouth uttering mud.

But behind him was his younger sister, Juan, and he couldn’t let her face the possible harm of a sashimi even if he were to die.

Just in the nick of time, Editor-in-Chief Luo arrived.

With one hand he held up a card with gold-stamped letters and yelled in English at the Indian soldier, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to charge you to the British consul.”

This is the Pass that goes straight to the main floor box in Happy Valley.

The Indian soldier knew his stuff and knew that such Passes could only be held by a very small number of extremely well-heeled Chinese.

And all those Chinese did have considerable influence on the consuls.

So he said ‘SORRY’ to Editor-in-Chief Luo with relief and glared at Ogawa before running away.

Xiaochuan hurriedly picked up the two girls with Editor-in-Chief Luo and ran to the side.

The yellow buses are all but impossible to find.

And both girls are in very bad shape.

Although Xiaojuan’s classmate’s shoulder was briefly bandaged, it couldn’t stop bleeding.

And although Juan was not injured, she was covered in blood and fell into a state of delirium just like her classmates.

When I finally arrived at Mercy Hospital, I found it full of injured people.

When Editor-in-Chief Luo sent the girl into the emergency room, Ogawa sent his sister home.

On the yellow bus Xiaojuan was still bleary-eyed and trembling as she hugged her brother, muttering his name and letting out a loud shriek from time to time.

Xiaochuan embraced his sister in pain, cursing the foreign devils and Indian red-headed A San a thousand times, while comforting his sister, who was frightened by the close call between life and death just now.

Almost home, Juan was in much better shape.

V. The Ecstasy of Blood

Upon entering the door, the siblings’ blood-covered appearance truly frightened their mother, Ailan.

She was at a loss as to what to do, and she circled around Xiaochuan, who was holding her sister, and kept yelling, “What’s going on here? What’s going on? What…”

He was also trying to take over his daughter, Juan, who was being carried into the alley by her brother, from Ogawa’s hands.

Xiaochuan stopped his mother’s meaningless move and ordered, “Mma, go get a basin of hot water to A-mei’s room.”

I ran up the stairs with my sister in my arms, kicked open the door to her back room and entered.

He tried to put his sister on the bed, but she pulled her brother’s neck and cried, “Brother, don’t leave me! I’m afraid… Brother, hold me tight… Brother… Oooo… Don’t leave your sister… Oooo… Hold me tight…”

Xiaochuan had no choice but to hug his sister tightly to his chest, patting her back and comforting her: “It’s all right, my sister. We’re home, we’re safe… don’t be afraid… I’ll be by your side… I love Juan the most, I’ll protect you… don’t be afraid…”

Xiaojuan cried, “Brother, don’t leave me… oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Chuan’s tears streamed down his face: “Juan, my good sister, my brother will never leave you! My brother will always be by your side… My brother will always hold my sister… We are family, and my brother will always protect my sister!”

At this time, Xiaochuan turned around and saw his mother standing in the doorway of the room with an enamel basin of hot water, two hot tears hanging on her gorgeous cheeks.

Xiaochuan fixed his mind, tried his best to calm down, and said to his mother in as calm a tone as possible, “Mma, put the hot water on that stool. I’ll comfort and console A-mei, so you just wipe her down and let her sleep.”

The corners of Ellen’s mouth twitched as if she wanted to cry out.

Ogawa made a quick gesture before Ailan forced her grief to put down the hot water and came over to see her daughter.

“Good boy, it’s Mma… don’t be afraid, Mma and Ah Goh are here, you’re at home…”

Xiaojuan’s confused eyes touched her mother, and she cried out again with a ‘wow’ sound: “Mummy… oooh… Mummy, I’m so scared… today… if… if it weren’t for Ah Goh… I… I… I would have never… never seen you again… Mummy…”

“Well… we’re all members of our own family… don’t be afraid… lie down on the bed obediently and let mom wipe you… hanging on to Ah Goh all the time, Ah Goh won’t be able to take it…”

Ellen choked back a sob and stroked her daughter’s face.

Juan obediently allowed her brother to gently place her on the snowy white sheets, but still had a death grip on his hand.

Ogawa couldn’t bear to break his sister’s hand, so he sat on the end of the bed and let her hold it.

Ailan wrung a towel and gently wiped her daughter’s face and neck before undoing her daughter’s bodice and scrubbing the blood from her chest.

Juan gradually calmed down at her mother’s gentle movements and was willing to let go of her brother’s hand even as her mother removed her blouse.

Ogawa tried to get up to avoid it when he saw his mom trying to take off his sister’s tank top that still had blood marks on it.

Juan’s head was still covered in his vest and he went ‘oooh’.

Ailan gently said to her son, “Just stay on the sidelines. Anyway, they are all family members, there is nothing to avoid.”

She said glancing at her son with a hint of shyness, and a hint of flavor in her eyes.

Ogawa’s heart warmed, so he sat down again and watched his mom remove his sister’s tank top and bra.

There was a bruise on Juan’s shoulder blade, I don’t know if it was from a fall or a beating.

Below the shoulder blades were full breasts, unusually white and smooth; two round mounds loomed up in front of us, full and round, but not too big, probably big enough to hold; my sister’s nipples were much smaller than my mother’s, with tiny pink nipples sticking out proudly, making me salivate…

He had never really looked at them that night, though he had rubbed the breasts more than once.

My sister’s breasts weren’t as big as my mom’s, but they felt good in her hands and should naturally look good.

Xiaochuan shook his head∶Where was I thinking, how can I have such ungrateful thoughts about my sister at this time.

But the prick in his crotch was out of control and began to swell.

After mom scrubbed Xiaojuan’s upper body, she turned her daughter over, and her white and smooth spine was presented to Xiaochuan’s eyes.

My sister had a really good figure, her thin waist and crotch became two beautiful curves now.

As mom undid the clasp on the back of her sister’s student skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties, a beautiful round, shapely ass was revealed.

Xiaochuan glanced at his mother’s tightly wrapped in cheongsam buttocks that were facing him, and then compared his sister’s beautiful bare buttocks, and felt that although the sizes were different, they were equally rich in mysterious and seductive sensation, and all of them made people want to break open the two halves of the round buttock flesh, and explore the tantalizing secrets in the stock crack.

Probably feeling the burn of her son’s gaze, Ailan’s body twitched and turned back to hand over the towel in her hand, instructing her son to help rub the towel and replace it with a bowl of hot water.

The look in his son’s eyes was a mixture of reproach, shyness, and expectation… Xiaochuan was a little too shy to meet his mother’s eyes, and lowered his head to rub the towel, wring it out, and hand it to his mother.

Then he picked up the somewhat cold water basin as if he were fleeing and went downstairs.

A change of water came up and mom had already changed her daughter’s panties.

Kogawa was more than slightly disappointed that he didn’t see the triangle that flooded the tide in his hands.

Ailan took the hand towel handed up by her son and carefully dried her daughter’s body, then put on a small dry undershirt for her, before spreading out the quilt to cover Juan.

“Be a good fontanel and get a good night’s sleep. You’ll be fine when you wake up.”

“Moma, Ah Ko, please don’t go away and keep me company. I’m panicking…”

Xiaochuan went forward and pulled his sister’s hand and said tenderly: “Xiaojuan, close your eyes and sleep well. Brother will always be with you.”

Holding her brother’s hand, Juan closed her eyes reassuringly, and in a short while she fell into a deep sleep.

Mother and son, Ailan and Ogawa, watched Juan in silence until her breathing slowly evened out.

Ailan watched her daughter fall asleep and beckoned her son to the side back room.

The back room turned out to be the room of his daughter, Ting Ting.

From here you can just see the head of the bed in Juan’s room.

It had been a long time since mother and son had faced each other like this, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

After a moment’s silence, Ogawa spoke: “Mom, here’s the thing…”

He recounted what happened today…

Ellen listened in silence.

After Ogawa finished speaking, she suddenly covered her face and sobbed silently.

Xiaochuan was panicked and hurriedly went forward to hold both of his mother’s hands and persuaded her: “Mma, don’t be like this. We are not all well back!”

Ailan sobbed and said softly: “If you two have any shortcomings today, how can I live?

It’s meaningless to live, a good home is like a candle flame in the wind… it’ll be blown out anytime the wind blows…”

“No, mom. We’re light bulbs, not candles or oil lamps… we can’t be blown out…”

Ogawa squeezed his mom’s shoulders, trying to dispel her hurt feelings with a joke.

“It can’t be blown out and it can be broken. Life is as fragile as a light bulb.”

Ailan said softly. Xiaochuan remembered the incident this afternoon, at that time only with a surge of courage did not feel dangerous, but now quietly think about it does not feel fear. His heart also rose a trace of sadness. But his mouth still comforted: “Mom, don’t think too much. We are all fine now, aren’t we?”

Ailan just felt a little weak in her feet and a little weak in her body.

She leaned on her son’s shoulder, “Xiaochuan, don’t be so hard on yourself. Think about your father in front of you, and think about your own wife behind you. Your father didn’t say anything. How old is Tingting’s mom? She’s not even 20 years old, so she’s just going to go. Life is so meaningless when you think about it. You get married, have kids, sons and daughters get married, and then you become a grandmother… decades go by in a flash. I don’t know what kind of trials and tribulations there are…”

Xiaochuan put his arm around his mother’s shoulders, sniffing the fragrance of Bai Li’s head oil on his mother’s head, and said his thoughts from the bottom of his heart: “Mom, don’t think so much. It’s not worth it to worry about your health for nothing. We’re just ordinary people, so we just have to make the most of today, make ourselves happy and comfortable, and don’t force ourselves to do things we don’t want to do. As for the future… let God decide.”

Ailan lowered her head and leaned on her son’s shoulder, without looking at his face, and let out a sigh of relief: “Ai… You’re right, Xiaochuan. Give your mother a hug. Your mother would love to have a chest to lean on…”

Then in a barely audible voice, she said, “Like the other night…”

Ogawa silently opened his arms and wrapped them around his mother’s slender waist, taking her into his arms.

Ailan also wrapped her arms tightly around her son’s broad body and gently rubbed his solid back.

Mother and son in a silent embrace…

It’s the end of May and the weather in Shanghai is already getting hot.

Ellen is very thinly clad.

And Ogawa had taken off his torn tunic and shirt while scrubbing earlier, wearing only a cotton sweater.

Through the thin fabric, Ogawa clearly felt his mom’s towering breasts pressing against his chest, and he could even feel the nipples that had hardened.

He couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss, the temples of his mom’s ears, and his hands began to slowly rub over her back.

From that strap, to the leather straps of the panties underneath, it felt as if I was caressing my mom’s naked body, even though it was separated by a layer of clothing.

He began to flush, and his lower body swelled.

Ellen’s breath caught.

Ogawa could clearly feel it from the violent shaking of his mom’s breasts on his chest.

Ellen’s face, which had been buried in the hollow of her son’s shoulder, lifted at this point and pressed her beautiful, and by now hot, cheek against her son’s handsome face.

“Hold me tight, son. Hold on to your mom…”

The words were murmured from Ellen’s fragrant lips.

Ogawa’s arms tightened around his mom’s body, holding her close and rubbing her against his chest.

Mom’s breasts swirled and twisted on her son’s chest, her ass undulated and kneaded in her son’s hands, her son’s prick pressed against her mother’s belly, and soul-stirring whispers escaped from Ailan’s mouth… The strings of reason were about to break, and mother and son were already plunged into a sea of lust.

“Uh, don’t…”

A little Juan’s voice interrupted the exchange of body language between mother and son.

The two of them separated as if they were electrocuted, and at the same time looked towards Xiao Juan’s room.

Juan lay quietly on the bed with his back to his mother and brother, a string of dreamy ravings spewing from his mouth.

Glancing at each other, mother and son breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and a small smile rose to their cheeks.

Ailan was a little embarrassed, not daring to meet her son’s eyes again, wanting to say something but unable to, her cheeks swelled red on both sides.

Xiaochuan see always end different generous mother now that kind of pink cheeks melt, want to talk about the shy look, like a young girl in spring, do not feel and eat fingers move, hate to immediately carry mom to bed and waved troops straight into, enjoy all the earth’s happiness.

But for some reason, he just couldn’t muster the courage to ask his mom for sex right away.

Although he knew that at this time, although his mother will not be like that night’s sister active show of love, but as long as he is a little strong, his mother must be pushed into the boat a discharge of a thousand miles!

Mom’s springtime is early!

But the relationship between mother and son was like an invisible wall blocking his heart!

Though he dared to make out with his mother and flirt with her, he dared not take another step to get her body!

It was the first taboo from ancient times – the taboo of incest.

He’ll be incestuous in his mind.

After that night, he would think of his mother masturbating, he would fantasize about fucking her in her mouth, poking her in her pussy, poking her in her ass, fucking her to the point where she was in a state of ecstasy, fucking her to the point where she was drenched in lust, fucking her to the point where she couldn’t stop herself from screaming…

He impregnated his mother with his own son’s flesh and blood, the fruit of incest… However, in the real world, he flinched at the red line of taboo.

Mom is her own mother, after all!

Shanghainese swearing: ‘Fuck that mother’s pussy!

It’s fucking someone else’s mom’s pussy.

What about fucking your own mom’s pussy?

Ailan murmured, “Xiaochuan, mom is probably too… you don’t look down on your mother, do you?”

“Mma, what are you talking about? You’re my closest relative, why would I look down on you? We’re family, and it’s only natural for us to love each other…”

Xiaochuan paused for a moment, and with all his courage, he said, “Mom, you know, I love you the most, and not just as a son to his mother…”

Ailan raised her hand and covered her son’s mouth: “Don’t go on, Xiaochuan. As a mother, I know what is on my son’s mind these days. You’ve been the apple of my eye since you were a child, and you’ve grown up to be the backbone of the family, and now you’re the one I love… the most… the most… the most… the most… the most… the most… the most… the most… the most…”

As if she couldn’t bear the heat of her son’s gaze, Ailan turned her back and leaned into his arms, saying softly, “I know what’s been going through your mind lately… just after that night. And why the house has been so dull lately, and why Juan has been so depressed, participating in political activities that have never interested her. I wanted to go back to the days before that night, when everyone was happy and living happily. But… I love that feeling so much… that feeling I’ve never had before… the feeling that makes my heart beat in Mma…”

“Mom…”

Ogawa wrapped his arms around his mom’s waist from behind her and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

Ailan stroked her son’s hands and continued, “You don’t know, after that day, I couldn’t sleep every night…”

“Mom, me too…”

Ogawa moved to kiss his mom on her white neck.

Ailan’s body shuddered and groaned before continuing, “You probably didn’t just do it for your mother, did you? I also heard the sound of your siblings going ‘crazy’ that night.”

“Mma…”

Ogawa was a little embarrassed.

Ailan laughed a little and continued, “I don’t blame you. I don’t blame you. You’re a young man, and I don’t blame you for having more women. If she were an old-fashioned person, she wouldn’t be like this…. I’m really impressed that you were able to stay calm that night and didn’t act out against your sister. It’s just that it’s hard on Juan, and it’s hard on you, too…”

“Mma, you suffer too. You were only in your twenties when Dad left. And you were so in love…”

“I’ve survived until today. I didn’t realize I’d given birth to a bastard like you… to harm people!”

“Mma don’t talk nonsense. I’ve always treated women with respect and love and never hurt any of them.”

“The more you do this, the more you harm people, your little sister, your…”

Ailan’s heart fluffed up and he couldn’t speak for a moment.

Siu Chuan continued, “And it caused mom…”

“Old face…”

Ailan’s face turned even redder “My mom was afraid… but the more afraid she was, the more she couldn’t let go… of your bad son…”

“My son couldn’t let go of my mom either…”

Ogawa’s hand tightened again.

Ailan let out a moan of comfort: “Today’s events have made me think a lot. You are right, we are all family members… we should love each other. It’s just that Mummy doesn’t dare to… think about it… if I were to have sex with you, my son… it would be a bit too scary, wouldn’t it?”

Xiao Chuan’s arousal was provoked by his mom’s words, and his prick was hard against the crack of her ass.

Ailan didn’t even realize it, but her buttocks were slightly grinding, and she seemed to be enjoying the sensation: “You and Siu Kuen are fine… take care of her, she’ll be better off in the future… you’ll have to go and comfort her more later on. Let nature take its course… I’ll bring you dinner.”

“Mma…”

Xiaochuan murmured emotionally and wrapped his hands tightly around his mom’s body, “You’re so good! I really don’t know what fortune my little sister and I had in our previous life to have such a good mom like you!”

His jade cock was already very thick and hard, tight against his mother’s ass, unable to stop shrugging up and down inside her ass crack with only a light layer of silk separating him as he wriggled around her in his arms.

Along with his rapid breathing, his hands rubbed up and down hard on his mom’s belly.

Ailan’s a little bit can’t stand it anymore, and forcefully broke away from her son’s embrace: “Okay, okay, don’t make a scene. I told you I have to go cook dinner, it’s almost five o’clock. You go and keep your sister company.”

When she finished she turned around and smiled sweetly.

The flavor of that moment was a thousand kinds of tenderness, a thousand kinds of enchantment, like anger, like joy, like sorrow, like shame…

Xiaochuan was mesmerized – this was a real woman, a real mature woman… After mom had gone downstairs for a long time, Xiaochuan came back to his senses and slowly stepped into his sister Xiaojuan’s room.