Sensing his mother's hint, Jun stood up, rubbed his hard cock against his mother's plump, white butts a few times, and then plunged it into the deep, tender line of her butts. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down a couple of times, finding the entrance to her pussy, and then thrust his hips forward, his entire cock disappearing into the pussy between his mother's butts.
The rear-entry position gave the mother greater control. She moved her slender, waist in rhythm with Jun's thrusts, her round, butts moving back and forth in rhythm. Each collision of her thick butts with the man's hips produced a resounding "slap, slap" of flesh against flesh.
Lian's sleeping face came into the mother's view, her eyes growing increasingly distant.
Sensing Jun's sudden increase in speed, the mother instinctively writhed her round butts even more vigorously.
Soon, Jun was sprawled on his mother's back, his hips pressed tightly against her large butts, ravaged by the act. His cock thrust forcefully inside her pussy, his entire body trembling. He was clearly ejaculating inside her. His mother arched her butts backward, welcoming the man's ejaculation, as if in sync. Her body trembled for a full half-minute before she calmed down after the intense trembling. Jun was already limp on his mother's back, barely able to breathe.
His mother turned her head and said softly, "Clean yourselves up. I'm going to the bathroom. Hurry up."
Jun leaned over and gently kissed his mother's lips.
Then he dressed, opened the door, and quickly left.
His mother glanced at her sleeping son, then quietly squatted down and shook her bottom, which the man had just violated. A clenching feeling in her stomach pushed a large amount of milky-white semen out from inside her.
She wiped it away with a tissue, stood up, and tucked her two large, white breasts-still marked with the man's saliva and bite marks-back into her bra.
After doing it, she pulled her skirt down without putting her underwear back on. She quickly got herself in order, picked up her underwear and the tissue soaked with semen, and left the room for the bathroom. It was a more suitable place to finish cleaning up.
After the two left, the sleeping Lian slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the closed ward door, and murmured, "Ten minutes? Faster than I expected."
In the evening, the father arrived at the hospital. Seeing that Lian had woken up and seemed to be in good spirits, the father suggested taking Lian home.
The mother was puzzled. In her view, Lian's condition was still very unstable and it would be best to keep him in the hospital for observation for a while longer.
The father, however, had his reasons: "The child of the government secretary's secretary is hospitalized simply because of poor health.
In a time when medical resources are so strained, occupying a precious private room for such a small matter will have a negative impact if word gets out. For simple recuperation, it would be better to stay home."
The mother immediately flew into a rage. "Oh, so you're still worried about your own official position! Is your career more important than Lian's life? You'd better explain yourself today!" Her pretty face was directly in front of her father.
The mother's words were indeed sharp, and the father was momentarily at a loss for words.
The scene became tense.
Even Lian was surprised by this scene.
In his memory, he had never seen his mother so angry with his father.
Lian's family, at least on the surface, was a standard model family.
The husband was the breadwinner, and the wife was the homemaker.
Household matters were mostly decided by the father.
The mother almost never objected; even when she had different opinions, she would ultimately follow the father's will.
Furthermore, the father was clever and knew how to handle situations smoothly.
Even if the mother occasionally threw a tantrum, she would be easily swayed by the father's sweet words.
But today, it seemed that the mother was about to turn against the father for his sake.
Lian knew very well that the consequences of a "broken family" were far beyond his capacity to bear, and that his mother's relentless attitude was something his current father could not handle.
He gently intervened to smooth things over for his father, saying, "Mom, don't talk about Dad like that. I think Dad's right. I'm just malnourished and nothing serious.
There's really no need for me to be hospitalised. Besides, the hospital smells like medicine everywhere; I really can't stand it. If I need to rest, home is much better than the hospital."
Hearing this, his father clung to him like a lifeline, saying, "Juan, listen to what Lian is saying."
His mother pushed his father away, turned around, and touched Lian's forehead with concern.
"Lian, your condition isn't stable right now. What if…"
"Mom, look at me, I'm fine! Anyway, Uncle Jun is the vice president here, so if anything happens to me, he'll definitely help arrange things immediately."
Jun, who had been standing to the side, quickly and confidently replied when Lian mentioned his name, "Of course. Don't worry, Juan."
Seeing his son's assurance and Jun's affirmative answer, the mother reluctantly agreed, and the three of them returned home.
That night, the mother stayed by Lian's bedside. Exhausted, she half-slept beside Lian's bed.
In the darkness, Lian sat up straight, drew back half the curtains, and the cool moonlight streamed into the room.
In the moonlight, the sleeping mother seemed enveloped in a white halo, her black hair shimmering and highlighting her fair neck.
Lian was mesmerized.