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Chapter 8 Part 1: Forbidden Longings
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
For the first time, I could admire my mother's tender pussy at such close distance. Even though mom had given birth to two children, with years of practicing breathing techniques and taking good care of herself maybe she was born that way mom's honey hole still looked especially narrow and small.
Just now, even though she hadn't been creampied by that Japanese devil Yedun, the thrill of being fucked before her husband still made mom orgasm instantly. At this moment, the area around her slit was all wet, glistening with liquid and looking juicy and vibrant.
While stroking my little cock, my hand trembling with excitement, I slowly reached for mom's crotch. Yedun glanced at me in the rearview mirror, smirked with disdain, and didn't bother.
Truly a heavenly opportunity!
I touched it! This was my mother's sacred, mysterious mature pussy! It felt slippery and moist to the touch. Mom's vulva was very small; compared with those movie AV actresses, her labia majora were especially tiny, and only slightly dark.
Using two fingers, I gently parted the labia. Layers of pink flesh and a faint orchid scent unrolled before my eyes.
Beautiful. I had never seen a pussy this pretty. Was this the place I was born from? Did I really emerge from this spectacular birth canal?
I slowly lowered my head. Mom's unique mature fragrance wafted into my nose, and of course, there was also a lewd smell.
This combination of scents was too overstimulating for my brain, I felt like I was running out of oxygen, my heart beating faster than I could bear.
Finally close when mom's slit was at zero distance from my nose, my brain started to spin. I was so extremely aroused!
I stuck out my tongue, the tip gently brushed mom's little bean-sized clitoris, and I could immediately feel a tremor run through mom's body, her mouth emitting a dreamy moan.
It tasted a bit salty, also a little sweet.
Mom instinctively tightened her snow-white thighs, sandwiching my head, and in that moment, she woke up.
Before mom could fully open her eyes, I shot back, yanking up my pants at lightning speed to escape mom's thighs and snuck back to my seat.
"Hmph…" Mom woke up, squinted at me, then slowly sat up, tugged at her tight qipao, once again hiding all her tempting charms, smoothed her hair, and said, "Master, thank you, please continue to drive." Her voice was so gentle and languid.
Seen from the side, mom's slender white legs were actually more seductive than if they were completely exposed.
But just now, seeing how mom looked at me, it felt as if she had something she wanted to say.
"Chinese cars really are hard to drive let this Chinese woman do it." Yedun's driving skills really weren't great, he parked by the side and let mom drive.
I wanted to say, isn't this car imported...
Once home, my sister Chun Chun was already asleep. Mom hooked her arm around Yedun's, wearing a sycophantic, giggling expression like a prostitute, swaying her thick hips as they entered their bedroom.
As mom entered the room, she suddenly turned her head and gave me a deep look, lips slightly parted, as if whispering, "Trust me," then closed the door.
Trust mom? Trust her about what? That she's not really infatuated with Yedun's cock? Or trust her ties to dad?
I was really confused. Mom had previously told me and sister that she was just acting, to fool Yedun and collect evidence for a takedown later and there seemed to be some consensus between the Five Golden Flowers. But to confuse the enemy, do you really need to go so far as to do it for real in front of dad?
Tormented by doubt, I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, mom submitted the papers signed by dad to the company's top ranks, while Yedun, that Japanese, officially became the head of Qi-Gu Group.
At the same time, Yedun formally moved into mom's bedroom along with his scrawny, bespectacled assistant.
Mom and Yedun went everywhere together, even appearing arm-in-arm at public press conferences. Gossip in the business world was rampant; of course, the media wouldn't pass up such a story. The legendary commercial queen, the most beautiful strongwoman in China, Gu Yunting, abandoned her bedridden husband for a Japanese merchant, right in the midst of rising international tensions.
But who was this obscure Yedun Ichiro really? Informed insiders and media with big networks soon got the scoop.
He was actually the general manager of Japan's Dongsheng Group, and the foster son of Yamainu Daitake, the current self-styled general and boss of the Japanese ultra-right Black Syndicate.
But before the news broke, Leng Niang had already used thunderbolt methods to suppress it.
The general public didn't know. They just thought even proud, wealthy strongwomen needed a man to depend on. But for most, the fact that Yedun Ichiro was Japanese was deeply off-putting.
Another piece of news irked me my sweet, obedient Zhu Hanxiang had actually left the country with Kim Diao.
Leng Niang was helpless, and decided to push me toward the only girl left who was interested in me: Lin Mi.
Lin Mi's mother, Ouyang Lijun, although she and my mother, Gu Yunting, butted heads, was all in favor of this. After all, she'd watched me grow up and there was nothing wrong with my character or family except for my height and build, scrawny and short. Still, I had a fair, delicate face.
Ling'er messaged me privately, sarcastically jealous, saying men are always fickle.
Thanks to my blarney, I finally smoothed things over with Ling'er. After all, it was her mother who'd set me up with Lin Mi I couldn't help it!
Worried I'd hurt Lin Mi in the future, I decided to lay everything out during our first date.
But Lin Mi wasn't surprised at all. She said she'd never really believed we'd fully break up; if we actually did, she'd question my character before deciding to be with me.
Lin Mi inherited her mother's excellent genes though also 17, she was just as tall as her mother, a full 178 cm. Her chest was average for a high schooler, probably about 32B, a good handful. She was already part of her mom's special ops team, a master with equipment even if her fitness lagged behind.
Maybe influenced by her mom, Lin Mi also wore short hair, which suited her exquisitely chiseled features, giving the impression of a young eagle about to soar.
Having come clean, I invited both Ling'er and Lin Mi out together.
Two great beauties, each with their own strengths Ling'er didn't have Lin Mi's long legs or cold, commanding aura, but her figure was better, already sporting a proud 32D bust at 18 and future "wave-queen" potential. Those limpid, lively eyes and sweet looks, plus an increasingly womanly allure, made her irresistible.
We'd all known each other since childhood, now bound in a strange triangle. Ling'er even seemed intent on pairing me with Lin Mi by the end, both girls were hooked around my arms, letting me enjoy a harem's blessing (even if it looked more like two big sisters taking their brother out).
Ling'er leaned in to my ear and whispered with a sly grin, "Should I tell Lin Mi about your size and fetishes? So conflicted…"
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