She had a proud, almost defiant look on her face. She knew she was beautiful, and she loved to be admired. Her back was a smooth, flawless expanse of skin, her spine a delicate line that led down to the twin globes of her perfect ass.
They were big and round and firm. So perfect that they seemed to defy gravity. The crack between them was a deep, dark shadow that promised unimaginable pleasures.
She was a goddess. A walking, talking work of art. And she was his mother. For the second time today, Xie Lan was left speechless, his mind struggling to process the sight in front of him.
But his body had no such trouble. His dick throbbed with a life of its own, a painful, insistent pressure that demanded release.
"Come here, my son," Lian Mei said, turning back to face him. She held out her hands like a goddess waiting to receive a worshiper.
Xie Lan didn't need to be told twice. He closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hands reaching out to touch her, to finally feel the warmth of her skin.
And then she was in his arms, her soft body pressing against his, her large, firm breasts flattening against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking into him, two small points of fire that burned through the fabric of his robe.
"This is where you belong," Lian Mei whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "In my arms. Where you are mine and mine alone."
Her words were possessive, a dark and intoxicating mix of motherly love and something more primal. But Xie Lan was too lost in the feeling of her to care.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine that always clung to her. His hands roamed over her back, feeling the smooth skin, trying to memorize every curve, every dip, and every hollow of her perfect body.
Then they started their journey downwards. He cupped her firm, round buttocks, feeling their weight in his hands, their softness yielding to his touch. It was a feeling he had dreamed of, a feeling that was better than anything he could have ever imagined.
"Ah," Lian Mei gasped as his fingers dug into her flesh, a small sound of pleasure that made him want to hear more.
"Mom..." Xie Lan groaned against her neck. The word felt strange and forbidden on his lips, but it was the only word he could think of. "You feel... so good."
"I know," Lian Mei purred smugly, grinding her hips against his. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her stomach, and it made her wet with desire. "And I'm going to make you feel even better."
She pushed him back, just enough to create some space between them. Then, with a seductive smile, she started to untie his belt. Her fingers were nimble, and soon his robe fell open, revealing his toned chest and stomach.
Her eyes roamed over his body like a hungry wolf sizing up its prey. There was a look in her eyes that Xie Lan had never seen before—a look of pure, unadulterated lust.
"You've grown into a fine young man, Lan'er," Lian Mei whispered, her hands tracing the muscles of his stomach. "A real man."
With that, she slid the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled the strings of his pants and made them fall too.
For a moment, she just stood there, her eyes glued to his now-hard dick. It was standing at attention, thick and long, with a single drop of pre-cum glistening on its tip.
Lian Mei's smile widened. She was clearly pleased with what she saw. "I see you're more of a man than I thought. So much bigger than your father's." she said with a wicked grin, glancing at her husband, her hand reaching out to wrap her fingers around his dick.
She held him like she was holding a sacred object, her grip firm and sure. Xie Lan let out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily at the sudden contact.
"How do you feel, Husband?" Lian Mei asked while still looking at Xie Tian. "Seeing another man's dick in your wife's hand? A dick that is bigger and better than yours? A dick that belongs to your son?"
Xie Tian's eyes were dark, his breathing heavy. For a moment, he looked like he was about to say something, to put a stop to this twisted game. But then, the dark look on his face was replaced by something else. Something... excited. He found himself getting harder at her words.
"Don't pay any attention to me. Just continue what you are doing," Xie Tian managed to say through gritted teeth, his hand gripping the armrest of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Lian Mei gave a triumphant smirk, then turned her full attention back to her son. "Now, Lan'er, don't you want to know what your mommy's lips taste like? Why aren't you taking them? Are you waiting for an invitation? Your mommy has been waiting for this for a long time."
Before Xie Lan could respond, she closed the distance between them. She tilted her head and parted her lips, and suddenly, her mouth was on his.
It wasn't a mother's kiss. It was a kiss of a woman to a man, a kiss full of passion and desire and a hunger that had been building for years. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting him, claiming him.
Xie Lan's mind went blank. The only thing he could think about was the taste of his mother's lips, the feel of her tongue in his mouth, and the softness of her body pressing against his. He responded with a passion that surprised even himself, his hands tightening on her waist as he pulled her closer.
"Mom," he moaned against her mouth, the word a mix of pleasure and guilt. He then took the lead, his tongue wrestling with hers, his hands squeezing her soft ass cheeks. He was taking what she offered, and he was taking it with everything he had.