As Lin Zhe ejaculated, a long groan escaped Wang Xiulan's lips, marking her fourth and most intense climax of the night.
That intense pleasure seemed to drain the last bit of strength from her body, leaving her completely limp, like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, fainting amidst the messy bedding.
Lin Zhe was also exhausted, panting heavily. He turned on a bedside lamp, turned his mother around, and then looked down at the masterpiece in front of him.
All he could see was his mother's still-attractive, mature body lying defenselessly beneath him.
The intoxicating flush of her orgasm lingered on her beautiful cheeks, and a satisfied tear clung to the corner of her eye.
Her jet-black hair, slightly damp with sweat, lay disheveled on the pristine white pillow, adding to the poignant beauty of her ordeal.
Her full, perky breasts, encased in her bra, rose and fell slightly with her deep breaths.
Looking further down, from her flat stomach to that mysterious valley, and her two long, shapely legs, stained with drops of love fluid and semen, all shimmered with a lewd yet sacred glow under the dim light.
Lin Zhe was too lazy to clean it, and he couldn't bear to damage the painting that he had personally created.
He collapsed and lay down wearily beside his mother.
The room was filled with the strong smell of sweat and bodily fluids, and everything was so quiet that only the two of them could hear their breathing.
Just then, Wang Xiulan's phone lit up.
Lin Zhe subconsciously looked up, not wanting to pay attention, but a system notification that popped up on the screen was very strange.
[Cloud storage: The file "Living Room-230128-0245" has been uploaded and backed up.]
What's this?
Lin Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted.
living room?
File upload and backup?
In an instant, a chilling thought slowly emerged.
A camera? Mom... She actually installed a camera in the house?!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhe suddenly shuddered.
It seemed he finally understood why she had made excuses during the day and why she had initiated the "King's Game" in the evening.
It turns out that everything was part of her plan!
No wonder...no wonder...
For a moment, Lin Zhe looked at his mother's peaceful sleeping posture beside him, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.
He imagined his mother must have noticed something amiss on New Year's Eve, which is why she started to distance herself from his father afterward.
This time she went even further, installing cameras directly.
So, is this document as evidence of the father's infidelity?
A wave of fear washed over him.
Lin Zhe quickly and carefully took the phone from his mother's side. He had already registered the fingerprint unlock function, and the screen opened automatically.
Open the app that indicated the source, and a list of files will appear before your eyes.
But when Lin Zhe tried to open the latest video file named "Living Room", a password input box popped up.
Lin Zhe tried his mother's birthday, his own birthday, and even his father's birthday, but all of them prompted him that the password was wrong.
Left with no other choice, Lin Zhe could only silently delete the video and quietly put his phone back in its original place, as if nothing had ever happened.
After doing all this, Lin Zhe looked at his mother's unguarded sleeping face and felt a mix of emotions.
A pang of guilt arose within him for his and his wife's twisted plan, but this guilt was quickly replaced by a stronger sense of pity.
Lin Zhe could hardly imagine what mindset and expression his usually gentle and refined mother had when she secretly installed a camera in the living room to protect herself.
At the same time, Lin Zhe also felt fortunate.
He's glad that tonight he listened to his inner desires and made the right decision, without excluding my mother, who was already trapped in the abyss of revenge, because of worldly ethics.
From now on, she is on the ship.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhe felt nothing but endless tenderness.
Lin Zhe bent down, gently pulled out a few tissues, and carefully wiped away the sticky semen that still remained between his mother's buttocks.
After doing all this, he pulled the blanket over his mother and gently covered her with it, leaving only her peaceful sleeping face exposed.
Finally, Lin Zhe embraced his mother's warm and soft body tightly from behind, pressing his chest against her back.
With the familiar fragrance of his mother's hair lingering around his nose, Lin Zhe finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, filled with endless satisfaction and exhaustion.
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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the small county town was still shrouded in a thin, grayish-white mist.
At the hotel reception, the sleepy-eyed middle-aged owner yawned, stubbed out his cigarette butt in the ashtray full of ash, and then slowly pushed the creaking cleaning cart toward the rooms on the third floor.
As he walked, he muttered to himself:
"Damn it, checking out of the hotel so early, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Reaching the door, he took out his master key and swiped it to open the door with a "beep".
Suddenly, a strong, pungent smell of sex wafted over him, causing him to instinctively wrinkle his nose and inwardly cry out in alarm.
Pushing the cart in, sure enough, the room was a mess.
The once neatly arranged bed sheets were now crumpled into a ball.
There was a large patch of dried, semi-transparent, viscous liquid on it, along with a few strands of hair stuck together on the pillow and a tissue carelessly tossed on the floor.
The shop owner pinched his nose and disgustedly used clips to pick up a corner of the sheet:
"What the hell is this mother and son... Fuck! The sheets are covered in cum..."
He ripped off the sheets and duvet cover while cursing and throwing them into the laundry basket, still muttering filthy language:
"I should have secretly installed a camera. That slut must have been really into it when she was being fucked..."
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On the highway, the black Audi A6 drove smoothly.
The atmosphere inside the car was completely different from the romantic and intimate atmosphere in the hotel room last night; it was quiet and somewhat oppressive.
Wang Xiulan sat upright in the passenger seat, still wearing the camel-colored cashmere coat she had worn the night before.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the scenery rushing past the window. Her delicate profile, adorned with light makeup, revealed no expression.
However, a complex and enigmatic light would occasionally flash in those beautiful phoenix eyes.
It was as if, in broad daylight, all evil and filth could not hide.
After a night of madness, reason and shame have regained their hold, making Wang Xiulan unable to look directly at the young man beside her, who is both her son and her lover from the previous night.
Lin Zhe focused on driving.
Unlike his mother's anxiety, his lips were full of satisfaction after tasting the deliciousness, and even bolder expectations.
He looks forward to spending time with his mother like lovers in the future; how wonderful and intoxicating that would be.
Lin Zhe couldn't help but hum softly.
...
Just then, as the car drove over a bumpy section of road, the thermos cup that Wang Xiulan had placed on her lap wobbled and was about to fall over.
"Mom, be careful."
As Lin Zhe spoke, he naturally extended his right hand, crossed the gear shift, and steadily supported the water cup.
However, as he held the water glass, his palm, intentionally or unintentionally, completely covered the back of his mother's soft hand, which was resting on her knee.
Wang Xiulan felt the warmth from her son's palm on the back of her hand in that instant, and her body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been electrocuted.
"What...what are you doing! Drive properly!"
Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Wang Xiulan lowered her voice and scolded, quickly pulling her hand away.
"oh."
Lin Zhe responded casually, withdrew his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
At this moment, Wang Xiulan's snow-white ears had quietly turned a captivating blush.
Although she verbally refused sternly, her long-lost girlish heart resurfaced at this moment, and she gently knocked on the door.
A mixture of shame, anger, and a hint of secret joy that she herself was unwilling to admit flashed across her face.
"Oh, Wang Xiulan, Wang Xiulan, how could you not control your legs? How are you going to face your son after this... But his hands... were indeed very warm..."
As the bond between mother and son quietly deepened, they remained silent the entire way.
When the car finally entered the city of the neighboring province and stopped downstairs at Lin Yue's house, it was already past 11 a.m.
After composing themselves, Wang Xiulan touched up her makeup in front of the mirror before they got out of the car and went upstairs together.
It was Lin Yue who opened the door.
Lin Yue was only slightly shorter than his tall mother, but her figure was much fuller and more voluptuous than Wang Xiulan's.
At this moment, she was wearing a tight-fitting black turtleneck sweater. The sweater was stretched so much by her enormous breasts that the fabric seemed to have reached its limit and was about to tear open at any moment.
She wore a pair of gray skinny jeans that completely covered her plump, full hips and long, slender thighs, revealing her curves.
The leg lines, taut by the jeans, exuded unparalleled sex appeal.
She exuded a strong sense of being a married woman, possessing a mature charm that had been thoroughly explored and matured by men. However, her beautiful, mature face was etched with fatigue and weariness, her eyes were slightly swollen, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes, which marred her overall beauty.
"Mom, Xiao Zhe...you're here..."
Her voice was somewhat bitter, unlike the sunny and cheerful woman her mother and son remembered.
"sister."
Lin Zhe cried out, a surge of anger rising within him:
"Where's my brother-in-law? I want to talk to him!"
"Don't..."
Lin Yue quickly pulled her impulsive younger brother back, shook her head, and a bitter expression appeared on her face:
"He...he went to work, Xiao Zhe. This is between my husband and me, so don't worry about it."
Wang Xiulan also took her daughter's hand with heartache and asked:
"What exactly happened? Did he hit you?"
"No, Mom."
Lin Yue forced a smile, took her mother's arm, and ushered the two of them into the house.
"We only had a few words exchanged, it wasn't that serious."
Upon entering the living room, a crib comes into view.
Lin Yue's eight-month-old son, Li Shiming, was sleeping soundly inside, chubby and fair-skinned, like a New Year's picture doll.
At this moment, how could they know what kind of lecherous monster this seemingly harmless child would become when he grew up? But that's a story for another time.
Returning to the present, Lin Zhe knew from his sister's appearance that things were not simple, but seeing that she insisted on not saying anything, as if she had some unspeakable secret, he did not press her further.
Wang Xiulan felt sorry for her daughter and just kept comforting her.
After a brief tug-of-war, the mother and son didn't ask any more questions and helped Lin Yue pack some of the child's clothes and daily necessities.
More than half an hour later, the thre
e of them, along with the child, left the home that seemed to be filled with unpleasant memories and drove back.
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