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Chapter 7: The Unfillable Chasm
Another Wednesday.
The morning sunlight, almost mockingly bright, poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Chen Fang's living room.
She sat before the vanity, looking at herself in the mirror.
Her makeup was as meticulous as ever, yet fatigue and a buried anxiety lingered between her brows.
She picked up an expensive concealer and carefully dabbed beneath her eyes, trying to hide the stubborn dark circles.
Her fingers paused slightly when they brushed her neck; there, a fresh hickey with faint teeth marks peeped through the foundation.
It was last night's "parting gift" from Xiaokai bearing a young man's possessiveness and heedless force.
She took a deep breath and fought down the surging tangle of emotions shame, fear, a hidden trace of anticipation, and that heavy burden called "for the sake of her son."
She picked up her phone and opened the encrypted chat with only her and Wang Li.
"Ready?" Wang Li's message popped up almost at once, followed by an ambiguous emoji like a tacit signal.
"Mm." Chen Fang replied with a single character, though her fingertips felt cold. She stood and went to Xiaoyu's door, knocking lightly.
"Xiaoyu, are you up?" Her voice was deliberately calm and gentle.
The door opened; Xiaoyu, in pajamas and bleary-eyed, glanced at his mother's carefully dressed appearance, and a flicker of understanding and a faint, imperceptible excitement flashed through his eyes.
"Mom, isn't it Wednesday? Are you going to that… community 'Mom Growth Salon' again?"
"Yes," Chen Fang kept a natural smile while her heart pounded, "today's event is longer, I might not be back until evening. Your Auntie Wang Li will come look after you and cook. Listen to her, okay?" This script had been rehearsed countless times an elaborately woven but riddled net.
"Got it, Mom." Xiaoyu nodded, though his eyes slid aside, as if afraid to meet hers.
He knew perfectly well what "Auntie Wang Li will look after you" meant.
It was a mix of intense stimulation, secret shame, and irresistible longing.
The beast sleeping inside him woke punctually every Wednesday, pacing and restless.
"Good boy." Chen Fang reached to ruffle his hair, but her hand paused midair; finally, she just patted his shoulder, her fingertips trembling. "Mom's going."
At almost the same moment across town, Wang Li completed the same "farewell ritual."
Standing in the entryway, she looked at her son Xiaokai.
Tall and strong in a basketball jersey, the muscles on his arms flowed with youthful power.
He stared at his mother with a burning, undisguised aggression.
"Mom, the 'salon' runs all day again?" Xiaokai's voice teased, a roguish smile curling his lips.
"Mm, an important event." Wang Li feigned composure, avoiding her son's piercing gaze. "Your Auntie Chen Fang will come by. There's food in the fridge don't keep ordering takeout, it's not healthy." Her admonition sounded feeble.
"Don't worry, Mom," Xiaokai flashed a smile of white teeth, "I'll 'take good care' of Auntie Chen Fang." He bit down on "take good care," the flame in his eyes making Wang Li's heart jolt with an indescribable sourness and… something else.
She nearly fled the house.
At the gates of their respective complexes, the two women got into taxis headed toward each other's homes.
The city outside the windows roared as usual, but they were like soldiers going to a hidden battlefield, hearts filled with fear of the coming "fight" and a pathological excitement born of desire.
At Chen Fang's home.
When Chen Fang unlocked Wang Li's door, Xiaokai was already waiting in the living room.
He wore loose sweatpants, bare-chested; under the sun, his young, fit body radiated vitality.
Seeing her, his eyes lit up; like a leopard spotting prey, he closed the distance in a few strides.
"Auntie Fang, you finally came." His voice was low and charged with undisguised craving; his big hand looped her waist and clamped her against him.
The strong, young-male hormonal scent enveloped her, making her dizzy.
"Xiaokai… don't rush…" She tried to push him back, but her voice was soft and powerless.
Her body was far more honest than her reason; in his burning embrace, last night's soreness seemed to ignite, surging heat to her lower belly.
"I can't wait, Auntie Fang…" He lowered his head; his hot lips and tongue dove for her neck, sucking on the hickey beneath the foundation; his hand slid into her collar to knead that fullness through her thin bra.
"Missed you to death… your tits… your slutty pussy…"
"Ah… you little brat…" His raw words made her melt; with a last shred of reason she struggled, "Con… Xiaokai… condom…"
"Got it, Auntie…" he mumbled, not stopping; half lifting, half dragging her into the master bedroom Wang Li's room.
He pushed the door; Wang Li's perfume hung in the air, and the neat bed exuded the mistress's scent.
At the sight of the bed, Chen Fang froze.
A sharp shame of trespassing on another's territory and a twisted, vengeful thrill clutched her.
She was about to make love to Wang Li's son… on Wang Li's bed!
The realization sent shivers through her, and heat welled between her thighs.
Xiaokai didn't care; he shoved her down onto the silky-sheeted bed.
The soft mattress dipped; Wang Li's scent wrapped her tighter.
Staring up at the ornate chandelier, Chen Fang felt her soul split in two.
One half screamed to flee; the other drowned quickly beneath the boy's rough tearing and scorching caresses.
"Auntie Fang… I'm going to fuck you… on my mom's bed!" he panted, stripping her bare and gazing at the mature, lush body below like a trophy.
He pulled out a prepared condom and tore it open with harried hands.
Seeing the thin latex, her taut nerves eased slightly followed by a strange pang of loss?
She flung the thought away in fear.
When his shockingly large, burning, iron-hard rod, sheathed in latex, slammed through her slick, tight passage, Chen Fang moaned long pain and supreme satisfaction entwined.
The fullness washed away all stray thoughts at once.
She writhed and met his fierce thrusts, her hands clenching Wang Li's sheets as if to shred them.
"Ah… Xiaokai… harder… fuck me… wreck Auntie Fang's slutty pussy… ah… so deep… killing me…" Her cries echoed through Wang Li's private space with forbidden thrill.
Each savage thrust made her feel the soft mattress and Wang Li's enveloping scent; the awareness acted like a catalyst, doubling her pleasure.
She lifted her legs to lock his sturdy waist, letting him reach deeper.
"Slut… squeezing so tight… feels fucking amazing!" Excited by her initiative, he went wilder, each drive seeming to spear her womb.
Smacking flesh, squelching wetness, and Chen Fang's wanton cries played a decadent symphony in the silent bedroom.
After who knew how long, he erupted with a growl.
Even through the condom, she felt the scalding impact and the violent throbbing.
The afterglow left her limp like mush on Wang Li's bed, gasping for air.
Sex musk, sweat, and Wang Li's perfume formed an intoxicating stench.
But in under ten minutes, the young shaft stood proud again, nudging between her legs.
"Auntie Fang… I want more…" His voice bore that never-sated teenage greed.
Looking into those desire-filled eyes, the fire just cooling in her depths flared again but more than that, fatigue and a creeping fear. The day… had just begun.
At Wang Li's home.
A nearly identical scene unfolded. When Wang Li stepped into Chen Fang's home and saw the restrained excitement on Xiaoyu's fine-featured face, she knew today would be a long "war of attrition."
Quieter than Xiaokai, Xiaoyu was just as urgent in action.
He led Wang Li into the master bedroom Chen Fang's room.
On Chen Fang's bed, wrapped in another woman's scent, Wang Li's feelings tangled.
The thrill of revenge?
The sorrow of shared downfall?
Or simply the desire stoked by a young body?
She couldn't tell.
When Xiaoyu, not as thick as Xiaokai but equally strong and erect, entered her sheathed in a condom, Wang Li sighed with satisfaction too.
She guided him through different positions, even lifting her proud breasts to his mouth for suckling and bites.
On Chen Fang's bed she cried wantonly, using the filthiest words to drive the boy atop her like carving her mark in another woman's territory.
"Xiaoyu… do you like Auntie's tits?… suck hard… ah… down there… too… fuck Auntie hard… push into Auntie's womb…" She writhed, feeling the living impact so unlike a husband's.
With each thrust, Chen Fang's sheets rustled beneath, reminding her where she was; the taboo sharpened her pleasure.
Xiaoyu's stamina was astonishing too.
After one round and a brief rest, he was on her again.
Wang Li felt like a vessel of endless extraction on the verge of being drained dry.
Her body floated in extreme pleasure; her spirit struggled with fatigue and a massive emptiness.
She watched Xiaoyu's youthful, desire-lit face, his tireless plowing, and a terrifying thought clarified: once a week?
How could that be enough?
These cubs they had lit and fed with rare delicacies how could they accept a once-a-week "fast food"?
After Xiaoyu came a third time inside the condom and finally fell into deep sleep, Wang Li felt her bones come apart.
She staggered up; stickiness of mingled fluids and lubricant between her legs made her deeply uncomfortable.
In the bathroom, she showered in warm water.
Staring at the woman in the mirror eyes weary, body covered with hickeys and handprints she felt a powerful strangeness and self-loathing.
Back in the bedroom, she gazed at sleeping Xiaoyu with a complicated look.
Then her eyes fell on the ravaged bed Chen Fang's bed.
Compelled by some impulse, she approached and ran a hand over the wrinkled sheet, her fingertips seeming to feel the heat and intensity again.
She even bent close, nose hovering over a patch stained with bodily fluids, and inhaled deeply, greedily.
The scent a brew of boyish semen, female juices, sweat, and Chen Fang's lingering perfume was like a strong poison that shattered the fragile mental dam she'd just repaired; from deep within surged a deeper, unfillable craving that made her knees go weak.
She jerked upright as if scalded, the color draining from her face.
Horrified, she realized that not only Xiaoyu and Xiaokai couldn't be satisfied even she… seemed to be growing a bigger, ever-hungrier appetite in this twisted "education."
This weekly "Wednesday," rather than satisfying their sons, seemed to be feeding the ever-growing monster of desire within themselves.
She stumbled to the living room, collapsed onto the sofa, and took out her phone. On the screen, Chen Fang's avatar glowed quietly. She hesitated a long time, fingers trembling, and finally sent a message:
"They… have too much energy. Once… is nowhere near enough."
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