Oh, yes! There is also an old picture hanging on the wall: a handsome officer in military uniform, a woman who looks like a dignified lady, and a baby with a tiger’s head in the woman’s arms. The officer is Jiajun’s father, when Jiajun was two years old, his father was killed in a shipwreck in Kinmen; the dignified and beautiful woman is Jiajun’s mother, a famous and talented woman in Jiangnan water town, with a beautiful name Wu Ruoxi, she married a military officer after studying in Taichai University, and now she is a cultural celebrity in Taichai’s clothing industry, and she has been raising and teaching Lin Jiajun such a music genius for sixteen years. That baby is of course Lin Jiajun, just passed his eighteenth birthday, in 48 hours he will fly to the other side of the ocean, into the most famous University of Rochester to further study music. He is now playing a song he composed, “Farewell”. He had so much fondness for this family, even though it had been the only two people living in the house since he was two years old, himself and his mother, who had given him almost everything he wanted, except love of course!
At the age of 15, Lin Jiajun showed great musical talent and his mother planned a piano concert for him, which became a household name in Taiwan and China. That year he also learned about love. He fell in love with a beautiful woman 20 years older than him, her mother, Wu Ruoxi. When he told his mother that he was in love with her, she thought at first that what kind of son doesn’t like his own mother, but Jiajun affirmed that it was “love” and not just fondness, and that he wanted to marry her. The mother was stunned that her fifteen year old son would say that he was in love with her, and that he was determined to marry her, which sounded ridiculous, but she just thought that it was one of her son’s artistic nerves, and didn’t take it seriously.
It wasn’t until her son often hugged and demanded kisses at home, and even had the audacity to put his hand up the skirt of her dress to caress her, that she finally realized the seriousness of the situation. She had a good talk with her son, telling him that it was an Oedipal complex, and that he should try to get rid of it, and that mother and son can’t be in love, and then sent him to a closed music school, only coming home on vacations, trying to use it as a way to make him more independent. But Lin Jiajun is very shocked, he accepts his mother’s statement, but can not do to get rid of that sinful forbidden love plague, but on the contrary, the more to avoid the deeper and deeper, so that the professor found that the love of the musical works of the student’s performance more and more mournful, one of the most famous work is even a lamentation tone is also a solid “Farewell”.
This gave the professor a hint of concern, and he approached his protégé’s mother for a talk, asking her to enlighten her son and not to let the loss of his father at a young age affect his artistic path. When Wu Ruoxi asked her son why he was like that, he only said, ‘I want to seek love but I can’t.’ Wu Ruoxi didn’t know what to do and was at a loss. Wu Ruoxi was at a loss for words, at a loss for words …… Lin Jiajun’s reason for accepting the invitation from the American university was also to escape, to escape from the taboo cage of the desire to be unable to stop. The mother is able to understand her son’s heart, she thought, the body can escape, the heart can escape? The closer the day of departure came, the more and more worried she became. It is said that the bell needs to be tied by the person who tied the bell, but how to solve this knot in the son’s heart? She also realized that she was so attached to her son.
”Jun’er, don’t pull this tune, okay?” Wu Ruoxi appeared in her son’s small hall.
She wore a long one-piece dress adorned with light-colored draws resembling written flowers, her ten fingers like spring onions resting on the back of her son’s shoulders, her noble and elegant googly-eyed face full of concern.
Lin Jiajun stopped playing, put down the piano and turned his head to his mother with a faint smile. Mother came over and gently reached out and hugged him, ”Jun’er, mom also can’t bear to see you go, but you’ve grown up, eighteen years old man is the time to go to the sea and the sky to break into the world, the old people say, reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.” Lin Jiajun’s hands slowly raised from his mother’s armpits to embrace her.
”Mom is most afraid that you still can’t live and study happily when you’re over there. Jun’er, why make things difficult for yourself for a woman who is about to grow old?” Lin Jiajun excitedly pushed his mother’s head away from his chest, his eyes looked straight at his mother’s glossy face, ”Mom, the natural circle of birth, old age, sickness and death can’t be changed by anyone, what we can do is only to change ourselves, the Buddhist saying says that all things in this world are born from the heart, and the so-called old age only exists in the heart. In my heart, mom is never old, always the most beautiful one.” Wu Ruoxi’s bright eyes flashed, moved by her son’s words. The four eyes instantly met together, as if everything around them no longer existed, and it seemed that they could hear each other’s heartbeats.
Lin Jiajun gently lowered his head, and kissed his mother Wu Ruoxi’s round forehead, then the straight nose, and finally the two slightly open beaded lips……. The fiery lips sucked his mother’s lips seemed to swallow her whole, and the fiery tongue gently exerted itself but burrowed into his mother’s warm, soft and fragrant mouth, exploring another spiritual tongue, entwining with it, and exchanging passionate juices with it. with it, exchanging with it the juices of passion. His mother’s hands wrapped around his neck, gasping in response to his passionate kisses. His hands kept rubbing and caressing his mother’s back, all the way down to stop at the mature and thin buttocks, gripping and rubbing the two buttocks through the long skirt.
Until both of them were a little out of breath, the son let go of the lips sucking on Wu Ruoxi’s mouth, but did not wait for her to have a chance to catch her breath, the son’s lips fell like rain on her clean white neck, and all the way down to the two round bulging mounds in front of her breasts, arching and sucking hard through the bra of the skirt. Her feet had been held off the ground, and her son wrapped one hand around her not quite slender but well-proportioned and sturdy plump waist, and lifted up the hem of her skirt with the other hand, and the five fingers that were so slender and soft that even a girl would be jealous of them, wandered around her snow-white and plump thighs, and finally climbed up along the inside of her legs to the mysterious springs of her roots. ”Ah …… ah.” She couldn’t forcefully suppress the beckoning of pleasure and finally softly chanted and cried a few times.
Lin Jiajun’s heartbeat was violent, his face was red as if engorged with blood in excitement, his hand that was clasped on his mother’s root was dampened by a trace of slipperiness, he gasped roughly and pulled off his mother’s bottoms, and then unbuckled his own pants, stomped them down to his feet, and pulled off his own bottoms with one hand, releasing the head of that head that rose up to a purple shiny firm shaft, which was at this moment like a soldier who killed the red-eyed soldier on the battlefield, and had to find the target of the kill to release his own It is like a soldier in the battlefield, who must find a target to kill to release his emotions. Lin Jiajun put his mother on the sofa, separated her legs into the body, her skirt rolled up on the waist, the mother’s legs at the root of the thick black pubic hair in an inverted triangle under the slightly open red slit, so that he is even more blood spurting, he leaned down to support his penis, the fighting spirit of the soldiers aimed at the pool of water, forward!
Wu Ruoxi’s heart silently recited ‘it’s coming, it’s coming’, the bottom line of taboo will be broken, the door of mother-son incest desire will be shattered, her own son will insert his firm flesh into her. That forbidden torrent turned into pleasure squeezing towards her body, making her gasp for breath, and she was too shy to go straight like a young girl on her first night. A tingle slid across her bottom, then another, and her instincts told her that her son had failed to penetrate.
Lin Jiajun twice failed to insert into the flower path, the third time to hold the meat stem, aimed at the pussy door to the past, the mother also lifted a bit of plump buttocks, the turtle head finally rushed into the carnal canal, he could not wait to sink his buttocks downward, most of the meat stem did not enter the mother’s vagina, the mother and his own at the same time let out a grunt. A comfortable feeling of pressure from his own penis there to the whole body to spread out, he ambushed the mother began to push and thrust, each time the whole root into and withdrawn only the glans, young and erect penis does not need any skills, hardness and heat is its biggest capital.
”Ah ……” Wu Ruoxi was assaulted by bursts of pleasure, the hand covering her mouth couldn’t suppress that moan of pleasure. Her son suddenly grabbed her legs and pressed them towards her chest, her own plump buttocks couldn’t be controlled and lifted upwards, the angle was more able to cater to the penetration of her son’s penis, only to feel that the meat stalk was penetrating even deeper into herself, the more intense pleasure completely made her unable to hold herself back, and her hands gripped the sofa cushion tightly. Lin Jiajun’s hips were like a heavy weight falling from above, slamming down one by one on his mother’s buttocks that were raised with her legs, each impact making a crisp snapping sound. He inserted faster and faster, suddenly felt his mother’s vagina twitch, swallowing and biting his meat stalk, he let out a low growl, tightly inserted a dozen or so times, a tingling spread to the whole body, and a stream of virile sperm spurted out, shooting straight into his mother’s body.
At the beginning of the clouds and rain, mother and son embraced each other. Looking at her son’s satisfied smile, Wu Ruoxi was both shy and happy. She pushed away her son who was tired of her body and got up to go to the bathroom.
Lin Jiajun gasped and lay motionless on the sofa, just now that soul-crushing pleasure is worth a lifetime of reminiscence, the thought of this, just after the charge of the armored meat stem again formidable.
Listening to the sound of water exclusively from the bathroom, his mother’s ripe body jumped out at him. He got up and walked to the bathroom.
Wu Ruoxi, who was carefully drenching her body, was hugged from behind by her son who came in, she wanted to dodge but couldn’t. Her son was going up and down behind her, making it impossible for her to concentrate on washing anymore, she put down the lotus flower and turned to her son and snapped, ”You child ……”
Not waiting for no end of the was blocked, and then was picked up and back squeezed against the wall, a few delicate fingers accurately clasped in the center of their own lower body, the fingers that can play a wonderful music, and found a new vitality there. center of their own lower body, the fingers that can play a wonderful music, and found a new vitality there. center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that center of their own lower body, the fingers that can play a wonderful music, and found a new vitality there.
After hearing his mother let out another bout of chanting, the hand clasped underneath her was already muddy, Lin Jiajun lifted up one of his mother’s round and attractive thighs with his left hand, his right hand held up his own meat stem aimed at the core of the flower and jerked his hips, and once it was not in most of the way, and then his right hand wrapped around his mother’s not too fat and not too thin plump waist and pumped it up with glee.
The bathroom reeked of carnal desire.
After a few minutes of thrusting, Lin Jiajun saw that his mother must be tired from leaning against the wall, so he forcefully lifted up her plump buttocks and whispered to her, ”Mom, hold on tight, let’s go to the bed!”
As he walked, he moved his mother’s ass up and down, making gentle pumping motions.
When he got to the bedroom he laid his mother down on the big bed and couldn’t wait to pounce on it himself, kissing and sucking on the full peaks of her breasts as his lower body found the exact spot of mud and pushed his hips all the way in.
”Mom, are you comfortable?” Lin Jiajun asked softly while kissing his mother’s ear.
The mother blushed and turned her head away. Lin Jiajun got up and wrapped one of his mother’s legs in front of him, making her lie on her side with her legs together in one place, bending her legs towards her chest, and kneeling behind his mother’s side-standing buttocks, he corrected his penis and aimed it at the tightly-closed pussy door, vigorously pushed it out, and nailed it in once again with a low grunt.
This time the thrusts weren’t fast but each time they went to the bottom, the whole bed rocking and squeaking gently as his crotch hit his mother’s ass.
‘Ah …… ah ……’ mother’s pleasure rose again, her buttocks unconsciously sat back and forward to meet his thrusts, which greatly stimulated his desire, the rod a burst of tingling, he was busy to stop on the He was busy to stop the pumping, apparently some ejaculate out again.
He gently rocked his hips, causing his cock to grind and bob in his mother’s cunt. After a dozen strokes, he wrenched his mother’s waist hard enough to bring her down to her knees on the bed.
Knowing that he was going to thrust from the position he was using, her mother tried to dodge with embarrassment, but her waist was in his death grip, and without waiting for her to get back in the way, the hot dick was once again flicked into her.
His mother buried her face in the covers in shame, Lin Jiajun napped hard for a dozen or so times, leaning down his upper body to kiss his mother’s glistening back, his lower body moving tenderly, slippery love juices seeping out of the pussy door as he napped, and he freed up a hand to probe his mother’s body to fondle her plump breasts.
With this round of back and forth, my mother’s emotions stirred again, her ass bucking upward hard and her hands clawing hard at the sheets.
Lin Jiajun see the time is up, hands forward on his mother’s shoulders hard to pull up, the bottom of the crotch is dead against her buttocks, a substantial push of their own buttocks, began the last wild nappy …… half a year later, one day, Lin Jiajun’s original teacher in the country to find the Wu Ruoxi, holding a picture of Lin Jiajun’s award-winning and a sheet music to her He said: ”I’ve never heard Jiajun compose such a cheerful work, he has matured!
[End]
It’s just me and your brother-in-law now, and we don’t have any kids. The house is small, but this bed is still quite big. Your brother-in-law is working overtime tonight and won’t be back until nine o’clock.
Hey, by the way, you haven’t met your brother-in-law yet!
You go ahead and take a shower!
My sister’s home was simple, the shower was just a showerhead with a tattered curtain covering the door.
Are you busy at the office?
Grace!
Sister is an introverted, silent, hard-working typical rural women. Although there is no culture, but has a unique posture.
I heard from my family that my brother-in-law is very handsome and honest, but his family is not in good condition, and he married his sister, who is a rural girl. The brother-in-law is a well-known university student, after graduation into a joint venture, has been working for three whole years.
At ten o’clock, the doorbell rang. It must be my brother-in-law coming back.
My sister ran to the door.
Brother-in-law carrying a large bag in his hand, it turned out to be my sister informed that I just graduated out of looking for work sister came, he specially went to the supermarket to buy.
When I saw my brother-in-law, he was really an extraordinary man, with a literate and handsome style throughout his bones. White plaid shirt with a coffee-colored tie, straight suit, tall and tall, looks so ethereal.
The first time I met my brother-in-law, I always feel a little shy, after all, I just graduated, and my brother-in-law is more distant and unfamiliar, and climbed up to be more awkward, and stammered when I spoke.
In fact, this time to come, mainly to find a job, graduated from the need to earn their own living. There is nothing to rely on in this city, so I chose to join my sister and brother-in-law.
After talking for more than two hours, it was about twelve o’clock. Sister said, it’s getting late, Xiao Fei, you’ve been on the bus for two days, you should be tired, take a rest early. You’re still working tomorrow, so take a shower and go to bed.
At night, the three of us shared a bed. It was the first time I had ever shared a bed with a man. My sister and brother-in-law were squeezed tightly at one end, and I slept at the other end, curled up on the edge of the bed a few centimeters away from them． I didn’t dare to touch such a familiar-sounding but actually unfamiliar man. Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep, hearing only my brother-in-law’s snoring and my own strong heartbeat. Somehow, the heartbeat was so violent, but I still suppressed it until the morning when I heard my brother-in-law get up, wash his hands and close the door, I just stretched out hard and comfortably occupied a good part of this bed.
The next day my brother-in-law called to say he was talking business with a client and would be back late.
My brother-in-law came back late, I had already taken off my clothes and was only wearing a lace nightgown ready to sleep. Suddenly I heard my sister shouting: small non, you quickly come to help, your brother-in-law is drunk. I jumped out of bed without having time to get dressed. My brother-in-law was drunk, his white face turned red once stimulated by alcohol, the buttons of his shirt were tied in a loose manner, and his solid chest was exposed.
It was the first time I’d ventured to see my brother-in-law, who was handsome, tall even when he was royally drunk, and not without losing his color.
I helped him back out of his jacket and used my whole body to carry his broad shoulders as my sister scurried off to get hot water in the shower. I helped him onto the couch. In his drunken stupor he was simply a disobedient man. His tall body accidentally collapsed, pressing down dead center on me, his hand inadvertently resting on the breast of my lace nightgown. Instantly, I felt a sudden surge of heat rush through my entire body. I tilted my head to look at the very drunk brother-in-law, he is indeed too handsome, at this moment can not help but produce a deep feeling of adoration. For the first time and a man close contact, clearly feel the solidity of his chest and hot. His hands solid pressure on my chest, so that I feel the male strength of men.
His sister finished scrubbing him with a great deal of effort and helped him into bed.
At night, my brother-in-law kept talking in his sleep, while my sister slept in dead silence. My brother-in-law’s feet kept stomping around, tapping into my chest, this soft impact even seemed so violent, my whole chest kept starting to heat up, slowly expanding, this feeling was the first time in my twenty-two years. I tried to suppress my heartbeat and breathing, trying my best to calm myself down. But the more I controlled it, the more that swelling increased. I kept saying to myself that it was my brother-in-law, brother-in-law, get your feet off me. But just then, my brother-in-law’s foot haphazardly reached down to my lower body again – between my two thighs. The invasion of this foot made my whole body turn turgid.
I could feel every moment of his feet moving, and every moment was unintentionally stimulating me and making me ramble. The tumultuous heat of my body was making me incredibly uncomfortable, and it was obvious to me that I could feel drop by drop, strand by strand, of something wet and hot slowly nourishing from my lower body, sticky between my legs. Helplessly this warmth broke through reason and press. I used my swollen and bulging breasts to press down hard on one of his feet, while using my legs to firmly clamp down on his other foot, and then my whole body kept leaping up and down. ……
Until the next morning, one of my brother-in-law’s feet was still pressed dead center under both of my snow-white, soft breasts. I could feel a timid jerk from my brother-in-law while I still pretended to be dead asleep.
When my brother-in-law came home from work in the afternoon, I gave him a slight glance with my eyes, and he actually turned red when he received my gaze. After I once again sneaked a few glances at him with teasing eyes, an extremely strong desire in my heart made me fall even more in love with him.
Afterwards, and brother-in-law sleep together every night I can hardly sleep. I always wait for my sister to be asleep, gradually and slowly use my body to take the initiative to touch him, one millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters ——- first touch his skin, then press his big feet under my chest, then next to piggyback my feet on his chest, and even the whole body.
I used my body’s senses to feel every breath and every beat of his heart.
I could clearly perceive that he had been up all night as well.
Then we grew bolder. While my sister slept, I scratched every inch of him with my feet, and he hinted at every stroke and pleasure like I did.
In this way, this ambiguity continued late at night, between my brother-in-law and me. Yet only the two of us knew and preserved that tacit understanding.
Eventually, I moved away from my sister and brother-in-law as I signed up for a job I was happy with between another city.
In another city, I lived the loneliness of being alone from unaccustomed to accustomed, from unfamiliar to familiar.
From time to time on lonely nights, I stripped all over, hugged the lace nightgown, and thought back to every heartbeat my brother-in-law had given me.
The days grow long, just as everything has been about to go unconscious.
One day, five years later, my sister called to say that my brother-in-law had been promoted to vice president of the company, and he wanted me to go to their public relations department, which happened to be short of a minister.
I pushed back again and again.
Then the familiar and unfamiliar voice of my brother-in-law came to mind on the other end of the line.
I promised my brother-in-law.
Came to brother-in-law’s house, the house has been a thousand miles away from the previous, one hundred and eighty square meters of three rooms and two halls, decorated also ancient, rich in classical and romantic mood.
My sister is no longer idle as she used to be, but she has gone to the sales department and is busy and often stays up at night.
This time, I no longer share the same bed with my sister and brother-in-law. My sister and brother-in-law slept together, while I slept alone in an empty, huge bed, mentally lost.
Every night, I could hear the sound of clattering baths, first my sister wrapped in a pink bathrobe, then my brother-in-law wrapped in a white bathrobe, and then into their bedroom. Every late night, from the bedroom came my brother-in-law’s sharp gasps and my sister’s moans, my sister was so soothing and satisfied, sometimes screaming for an hour or two.
That sound is unmistakably harsh in my head and echoes for a long time. I always wondered: was it my sister riding my brother-in-law, head tilted back in a contented sway, or was it my brother-in-law, sweaty and sprawled out on top.
I can’t figure out how they have the energy to go to work the next day when they do this every night.
I, on the other hand, was just alone and alone, hugging my lace nightgown for a long time.
Whenever I saw my red-faced sister the next day, I thought that maybe this was the secret between men and women, that this was sex, that men pampered women.
Now my sister has changed not only in her life, but also in her character. She is no longer silent and plain. She often dresses up in a flamboyant manner. One look at her bedroom lingerie of various colors shows how well she knows how to please her brother-in-law. My sister indeed looks more beautiful than before, and is full of the charm of a young woman.
From that moment on, I was jealous of my sister.
One day, my sister couldn’t come home because she had to deal with an order of over a hundred thousand dollars. My brother-in-law was alone in the hall of the house watching TV until after eleven o’clock when he turned off the TV. Then came the sound of rushing water. The sound of the rushing water rushed my entire heartstrings, and with all my strength I still couldn’t fall asleep, filled with the sound of the rushing water and my brother-in-law’s naked body. I imagined my sister’s satisfied look every night. The more I imagined, the harder my body became.
I gave myself an excuse. I remembered that one of my slippers was in the bathroom, so I pretended to be in a hurry and ran to the bathroom. As soon as I pushed open the bathroom door, my brother-in-law stood naked and not the least bit flustered. Looking at him naked all over, I didn’t go back quickly. Instead, I fetched my own shoes and slowly walked out after my eyes collided with his.
I sat alone and silent on the couch in the hall in that lace nightgown.
My brother-in-law came out, wearing a white bathrobe, and sat across from me. We held each other’s gaze for a moment before a spark of desire arose, and once again his hands touched my lace nightgown, pinning me down on the couch kissing my body over and over and playing with my breasts.
After a moment of madness, he said in a calm tone, Go take a shower!
I nodded, his hand on my shoulder.
I said: I’d better do it!
Walking into the bathroom, I gently removed my lace nightgown. The sound of rushing water filled the entire bathroom and filled my vision.
My brother-in-law’s push in the door left me naked and exposed to a man’s eyes. He had removed his robe and was still in the water.
A full strand of enthusiasm mingled in the slowly descending water.
He kissed every inch of my body. We stood in the crashing water and I accepted him. The moment he entered my body, an overwhelming pain yet flooded with tears of fulfillment. With every inch of his entry there was an indescribable pain. By the time he had waited ten minutes or so, that pain had become soothing. On the floor, a blooming peach blossom gushed down to the spout.
I was carried to bed like a meek lamb, and in the dim light I had the same blissful moans as my sister.
When the clock struck eight in the morning, we were still inseparable. But I had to get under my covers before my sister returned. He tenderly dressed me in my lace nightgown.
Since then, my sister has been working more and more overtime, often unable to return home at night. And my brother-in-law and I have more time for fish and water.
One day, a few years later, my sister fell ill. It was examined to be the result of a long period of exhaustion and severe mental depression.
My sister left us for good. Afterwards, I found out that I had killed my dearest sister with my own hands, and I had no face to show for it.
From time to time, I disappeared into the city where love had gone wrong. When I left, I left behind the lace nightgown.