After about five minutes of tenderness, Zhao An finally recovered. The sudden ejaculation had left him feeling tingling and numb. It was so stimulating and exhilarating. And cumming inside a woman was always the most pleasurable, the thing that most easily filled him with joy and pride. To cum inside her, then watch her belly slowly swell as he made her pregnant, nurturing a new life within her womb—it was the perfect guilty pleasure!
Liu Qianhong's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with tenderness. After experiencing several orgasms, her beautiful eyes were already hazy. Her delicate hands caressed the man's face and hair, and she softly said, "Hubby, are you exhausted? Rest on me for a while. You've worked so hard. As long as you don't mind my age, I'll always be your woman."
"Silly girl, how could I mind you? I'll feed you well, clothe you well, and house you well. I'll keep you plump and healthy, and I want you to bear me children!" Zhao An was a seasoned lover. Most men ignored their female companions after ejaculating, completely disregarding their feelings. After releasing their lust, they felt empty and responsive, and it was normal to be ruthless at this point. But Zhao An didn't do that, knowing that comforting a woman at this time would make her even more devoted.
Women are different from men. Besides physical pleasure, they also seek spiritual solace. There are such sluts and whores, but they're not that common. Most women pursue a normal balance between mind and body. Thinking they can conquer all women with just one big cock is wishful thinking.
Zhao An's words made Liu Qianhong blush. She caressed the man's cheek with her delicate hand. "Husband, I love you! You've ejaculated so much inside me, I feel like I'm pregnant. I'll give birth to a big, fat boy to carry on your family line!" She smiled happily after saying this. Could being a mistress even be blissful?
Zhao An, however, didn't take it seriously. He kissed the woman's lips, which were swollen from his kiss. "A daughter would be great. Daughters are so cute. Let's go upstairs and cook me some noodles!"
"Yes, husband," Liu Qianhong hummed, tying her hair into a ponytail. As the cock was withdrawn, her labia majora became red and swollen from the dryness. The thick, white semen that couldn't be contained began to overflow from her vagina, still full of life. Her delicate hand scraped up the cum, sucking it into her mouth, her expression awash with fascination. She discovered that consuming a man's semen always made her feel incredibly radiant.
As usual, she cleaned the man's penis with her mouth, acting like a maid. Her attitude was humble and submissive, having become accustomed to such embarrassing tasks.
As the two of them finished getting dressed, a silver sedan happened to park in the parking lot next to Zhao Fei's, with each mother and daughter having a space.
Secretary Zhao Fei knew what was going on the moment she saw her boyfriend and mother get out of the car, or even from the back seat. Her mother's pretty face was radiantly red, even in the parking lot. It was obvious that she had that look after being pampered by a man.
"Just finished?" Zhao Fei said with a smile, her tone somewhat playful and amusing.
Liu Qianhong felt a little embarrassed by her daughter's gaze and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Xiao Fei, you're back. It's just right for us to have a midnight snack together."
Zhao Fei didn't continue to embarrass her mother. There was no need. It was just a little sour. After all, she was Zhao An's woman, and seeing her man and her mother together was a little awkward.
"Okay."
Zhao An hugged Zhao Fei and whispered in her ear, "Let's go have a midnight snack. You have to work overtime later!"
That overtime meant staying in bed with him. That was perfectly normal. Isn't it normal for secretaries to get fucked by their bosses for no reason?
Zhao Fei's pretty face flushed slightly. She probably wouldn't miss a chance to share the bed with her mother tonight!
"Yes, bad husband, I'll listen to you!"
After tossing and turning until midnight, Zhao An finally returned home, yawning. He went into the shower to wash off his fatigue, even though he and Zhao Fei had been fucking both of them for almost four hours. He remained energetic. His serum-fortified physique no longer required long rests; a quick nap was all it took to recharge.
He abandoned sleep time, dedicating it to scientific research, which allowed him to be more efficient than others.
After brewing a cup of coffee, Zhao An performed the final adjustments. While seemingly monitoring the stock market, he was actually building an artificial intelligence system. Once successfully constructed, it would persist wherever there was an internet connection, capable of whatever he desired. Comparable to the AI in Iron Man, this thing was a killer.
Just use it secretly; don't even think about showing it off. If you don't steal, you'll be in trouble!
After typing away at the computer for a while, Zhao An didn't even notice how quickly time had flown by. He took a sip of his coffee and found it was already cold.
The door to the room opened with a click. His mother emerged, her beautiful feet bare and clad in a nightgown. She walked up behind Zhao An and leaned her pretty face against his. "Baby, it's so late, why aren't you still up? You need to learn to rest. Don't overwork yourself, or I'll be worried!"
"I still have some things to deal with. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Zhao An said, and then he hugged his mother in his arms, holding her tightly as he tapped away on the keyboard. With a beautiful, fragrant woman in his arms, he was so focused on the game. If he hadn't known he was busy, he would have thought he was an internet addict, playing on the computer for no reason.
The mother leaned on her son's shoulder, her delicate hand caressing his cheek, her beautiful eyes sparkling with love. This was the love that comes from family affection pushed to its limit. It encompassed a mother's expectation and concern for her son, her tolerance for him, and a wife's longing and love for her husband.
Being both son and husband, this change of identity always made the mother feel a little shy, and every time she thought of it, she couldn't help but wet herself!
"Do you want it?" Zhao An asked, tilting his head as he kissed his mother.
The sweet, soft touch, a hint of a mature woman's natural body fragrance, and a breath of air filled with hormones. Zhao An's desire began to stir again. His mother would always be his favorite, and the one he most wanted to make pregnant!