Mei smiled faintly. Holding his cock, she blushed, boldly straddled him. His cock rested between their bodies. She rocked.
His cock pressed her pussy's entrance. Her wet folds dripped with cum, juices, coating his tip, shaft, balls, enveloping him.
As she slid upward, his cock's head nestled between her pussy lips. Each sway of her hips made his tip rub her, sparking heat.
The teasing drove Zhu wild. He longed to tear off the cloth, see his mother's pussy glide over his cock. Yet he wondered why she acted this way.
At his arousal's height, her voice reached him, soft, sorrowful, warm.
"This is your punishment. You dared use vile tricks to ruin your mother's honor," she said.
Her words were stern, yet playful. Zhu felt relief. She did not seem angry.
"We are all we have. No more acting alone. If you fall, how will I live? The deed is done, I have no more to say. You want my body? It is yours. The saying goes, a wife follows her husband, if he dies, her son. Your father is gone. This body is yours. Tomorrow, we train the skill together."
Her voice brimmed with love. Zhu choked up. A dream he never dared dream came true.
"You said you would face hell alone. But when I die, how could I face your father, our ancestors? If we are struck by heaven's wrath, let us fall to hell together. Before the judges, on blade mountains, in boiling oil, I will care for you. My good son, are you happy?"
Tears stung his eyes. His cock felt a heavy warmth. Soft flesh wrapped it, a pleasure beyond words. The cloth lifted. Her eyes, deep as the sea, locked onto his.
"Mother!"
"Say nothing, my sweet son."
Mei rocked her full hips slowly. Her eyes sparkled, lost in the act. She guided his fingers to the pearl at her pussy's top. A press, she moaned loudly, her body shaking. Her cries turned to wails, her hair whipping as she thrashed.
"Mother, it feels so good. Faster, please, I cannot take it," Zhu gasped.
Unlike his raw force, Mei guided their rhythm, a mature woman's skill. Seeing him tremble, she smiled. She pressed her breasts to his chest, their skin rubbing.
Their hands clasped tightly, fingers locked in shared desire. Together, they climbed to the peak of flesh, soul. Their gasps, moans wove a perfect song.
In the afterglow, Mei kissed him hungrily. Their lips met, no longer mother, son, but lovers at hell's edge.
"Zhu, will we reach paradise in our next life?" she asked.
"Why ask, Mother? Are you not there now?"
Mei woke at dawn. Her son, Zhu, slept in her arms. His head nestled between her breasts, clinging to her body.
A warm joy filled Mei, like a new bride's. She loved Zhu, her son and lover. She kissed his cheeks and lips softly, waking him.
Mother and son got up and washed. That day, they started training the Three Extinguishing Forms.
These forms were the ultimate moves of the Blood Shadow Divine Art. Also called the Blood Shadow Demonic Art, it was a secret of the Joyful Demonic Sect from a distant land.
The sect, named the Great Freedom Joyful Holy Sect, called itself holy. Outsiders named it demonic.
The sect taught two things: blood and sex. Blood was a sacred gift from the true god. Sex was heaven's greatest joy, to be studied and enjoyed.
The sect ruled its remote land with thousands of followers. Its base, the Thousand Buddha Cave of Joy, was a place of lust and blood, the world's most evil.
Men, women, and children joined in endless orgies, called "joyful meditation." This freed them from rules, wisdom, and morals, they claimed.
Through sex, they sought enlightenment. They saw all followers as the true god's children, unbound by family ties.
Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, siblings, all were urged to couple. This purified their blood and spirits, promising eternal life after death.
Healthy children from incest were "holy fetuses," raised as loyal sect warriors. Deformed ones, called "holy products," had their blood and flesh consumed for strength.
The sect raided neighbors, claiming to spread faith. In truth, they crushed foes, enslaving captives as pigs or dogs, abused forever.
These acts made the sect demonic. No nearby force could fight them. The mainland's warriors wanted them gone, but the distance was too great.
The sect's masters were strong. Their leader, Demon Buddha, never lost a fight. His bishops and envoys matched the mainland's top warriors.
Corpses, infants, and youths were treasures for evil arts. The sect had plenty. Years of training made their masters half-demon, with fur and armor.
No one could challenge their power, not in their land or beyond.
The sect avoided the mainland, disliking its ways and fearing its new, unbeatable warriors. This kept peace between them.
Mei, a proper woman, and Zhu, young and naive, knew little of the sect's evils. They only heard its bad name.
Had they known the manual was from the sect, they'd have burned it. This would have spared them the guilt that came later.
Their forbidden love had started. They chose to train. Reading the manual, they were shocked.
The manual barely explained the Three Extinguishing Forms. It focused on how a man could take a woman's yin essence and blend it with his power.
It included vivid drawings of sex positions, with lifelike faces and organs. Mei and Zhu, newly bound, blushed deeply.
After reading it fully, their faces turned grim.