Chapter 41: Secret Desires

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Secret Desires

Chapter 41: Secret Desires

Aunt’s rosy lips parted, and what came out of her mouth was no longer a moan, but a series of rapid breaths. Her delicate, fair body twisted violently from side to side on the bed, and her long, fleshy legs seemed unsure of what to do, sometimes raising them, sometimes lowering them, sometimes shrinking them, and sometimes stretching them out.

Her soft, snow-white skin became as if peach blossoms were blooming on it, with a charming blush, and fine strands of fragrant sweat seeped out, making her fair skin even more radiant under the light of the bedside lamp.

The beautiful aunt’s crotch was already soaked with the vaginal fluid flowing from her honey hole, sticking to the pink and white fingers that kept inserting and the thick pubic hair. Her rosy and plump labia opened and closed impatiently, and the sticky, thick white love fluid flowed incessantly like a baby’s saliva.

Finally, Auntie couldn’t hold back any longer. She slipped her fingers through the petals of her vagina and inserted them into her warm, wet, and slippery honey hole. The extremely thirsty tender flesh inside the enchanting cave immediately surrounded her fingers and tightly wrapped them around her fingers. A powerful suction force was generated deep within the cave, trying to suck her fingers into the very bottom of the cave.

"Ah!"

Auntie let out a blissful moan, thrusting a few times with all her might. Her fingers began to thrust and pump wildly and forcefully into her wet, soft vagina. The intensely itchy vagina produced an indescribable, soul-stirring pleasure that surged through her heart. Her dignified and intellectual face became alluring, and her beautiful body flushed red as she trembled with pleasure.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me now! Fuck me to death!"

Aunt’s beautiful eyes were tightly closed. In her fantasy, the man was already on top of her, spreading her legs, parting her labia, and aiming his huge penis at the entrance of her honey hole. With a thrust, he plunged it all the way in and began to wildly manipulate her thirsty and juicy honey hole.

The moans were rapid and echoed in the bedroom, the atmosphere inside was erotic and seductive. Auntie completely shed her proud identity and reserved appearance, seeking to satisfy her lustful desires in her fantasies, imagining that she was being brutally raped by a man, her white flesh swaying in waves as she was fucked.

Unbeknownst to her, in a hidden power switch in a corner of the bedroom wardrobe, a high-definition camera was positioned perfectly against the bed, clearly capturing the entire scene of her wanton masturbation.

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That night, it was past midnight. There was still a week left before the final exams. I had skipped a lot of classes recently, so I had been studying hard and had a good grasp of the material. I went downstairs to the living room to get some water, only to find that my mother hadn’t come home yet. I thought she might be at Jiang Weixin’s place, and I felt a pang of annoyance. I picked up my phone and sent her a message: "Mom, it’s so late. Why aren’t you home yet?"

My mom replied very quickly: "Xiaobin, why aren’t you asleep so late? Don’t you have school tomorrow?"

I was annoyed and replied, "I have to go to school. I’m waiting for you. I’m about to go to sleep. Why are you always coming home so late lately? Where are you?"

Several minutes passed without a reply, which puzzled me. So I sent a questioning emoji and then said, "Mom, are you asleep? Are you coming back tonight? I’m worried about you."

Mom quickly replied with a smiley face, then said, "I’m not asleep yet. I just went to take a shower. Don’t wait for me. I won’t be back today. You should get some rest."

It’s almost past midnight, and Mom’s only just gone to take a shower. What’s she doing? I felt a surge of annoyance and replied, "Mom, where are you?"

She replied with several more smiley faces covering her mouth, and then sent me a photo. It was of a luxuriously decorated hotel room, on a large bed. The photo showed my mother lying on the bed, looking at her beautiful legs. Her long, snow-white legs, which were glowing white, were now wearing flesh-colored stockings. She lay elegantly on her side with her legs together, her shapely, fleshy calves hooked together, and her fleshy feet with their toes painted with a seductive scarlet nail polish, creating a striking contrast with her snow-white skin. The photo only showed half of her plump thighs, but her thighs, as white and tender as mutton fat jade, were tightly pressed together, and the stockings were crystal clear, reflecting the light, exuding a seductive and alluring mature woman’s fleshy charm that aroused lust in anyone who looked at her.

A surge of excitement coursed through me. Gazing at my mother’s voluptuous body lying there, I felt a dizzying sensation, as if I had lost my mind. Swallowing hard, I texted her, "Mom, your legs are so beautiful, so sexy! I really want to touch them!"

Mom immediately replied with a laughing emoji, saying, "Hehe, you’re Mom’s son, Mom can’t let you touch me."

I thought to myself, "Why are you bringing up this sore spot again?" Just as I was about to continue arguing with my mom, I saw that she had sent me another message: "Xiaobin, get some rest. Mom won’t chat with you anymore. Okay, goodnight!"

She then sent me a flying kiss emoji, and I blankly replied with a stiff "Goodnight," of course without getting any response. I just sat there, holding my phone, utterly frustrated and lost in thought.

I went back to my room and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, thinking about what to do next. My mother was probably still on a date with that guy surnamed Jiang. Maybe the two of them would be having sex later. When I thought about the explicit photos my mother sent me, I was insanely jealous.

I feel I can’t just sit idly by. I have to find a way to break them up no matter what. Anyway, considering my mother’s recent behavior, she doesn’t really like him. At most, she just treats him as a tool.

It suddenly occurred to me that their relationship involved both lust and business interests. Since my mother was suspicious of him, it was possible that he had done something underhanded to her in business or had some ulterior motive that she had discovered.

If I can help my mother with these matters and find some clues or evidence of Jiang Weixin’s misdeeds, wouldn’t that make my mother look at me differently?

This is what a "real man" who can be a mother’s partner should do.

"Bang!"

I slammed my water glass on the table, spilling a lot of water. How could I be so stupid, only realizing this now? I’ve been so fixated on things like my sexual experiences and whether I’ll ejaculate prematurely. No wonder my mother always looked down on me and treated me like a useless "child."

Yes, I should be more mature and act like an adult the same age as my mother, so that I can help her and be considerate of her.

I have absolutely no social experience and I know nothing about business matters. Where should I start?

Suddenly I remembered someone, Yao Liang. Yes, my best buddy, the heir to the Yao family, with countless assets, known as the "mature woman killer," and full of ideas. This guy had previously clearly stated that he wanted to pursue my mother, but recently he hasn’t been heard from at all and hasn’t contacted me. I don’t know what he’s doing; it’s a bit abnormal.

After thinking it over for a while, I picked up my phone and dialed Yao Liang’s number.

"Hey, Xiaobin, it’s been a long time since we last talked," Yao Liang’s cheerful voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hmm, Ah Liang..." I murmured.

"What’s wrong? What’s gotten into you? Where are you right now?" Yao Liang, who knew my taciturn nature very well, asked directly.

"It’s a bit complicated. How about I go to your apartment now and we meet to talk?"

"Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour."

"Good."

I hung up the phone. It was close to his apartment, and it was already past midnight. It was a bit chilly outside, so I took a taxi and got to the apartment in just 10 minutes.

I had the access card for the community and the key to the apartment, so I went in first to wait for him.

Upon entering the room, I noticed that he must have been living here recently. There were still many leftover snacks and takeout left on the living room table, and the room hadn’t been cleaned up. There were also some unwashed clothes scattered on the sofa.

I grabbed a drink from the fridge, checked the time, and estimated he wouldn’t arrive for another 20 minutes, so I sat on the sofa to wait for him. On the coffee table was an open Mac computer, still plugged in.

"This guy doesn’t even put his computer away properly after he’s done using it," I thought to myself. I went over to close the computer, but as soon as I touched it, the screensaver automatically went off, and the screen content was displayed.

I didn’t really mean to spy on his privacy; it just so happened that the desktop version of WeChat was open on my computer, and I was chatting with someone.

I glanced at him and noticed that the ID of the person he was chatting with was "Yunmo Jianghu". The profile picture was a beautiful painting of a lakeside scene. The ID and profile picture looked very familiar, so I couldn’t help but take a closer look.

I glanced at their chat history. It seemed Yao Liang was flirting with this woman, showering her with attention and concern all the time. The woman didn’t seem to dislike him much either, and they seemed to get along quite well.

I quickly opened my WeChat and searched for "Yunmo Jianghu" and found it immediately. Isn’t that Zhu Yun, the history professor at Jingzhou University?!

I was stunned. How did this guy get her WeChat? I quickly scrolled up and read through their chat history in great detail. Yao Liang called her "Professor". Remembering what Yao Liang had said before about having his eye on a female university professor, it seemed he was talking about this beauty. Come to think of it, how many beautiful female university professors could he call "top-notch"? I should have realized that the woman was Zhu Yun.

Damn it, of all times, this guy has a thing for Zhu Yun. I looked at their chat history; they’ve been chatting for several months. At first, it seemed like Zhu Yun wasn’t interested in him. Every time Yao Liang tried to chat with her, she’d just ignore him, only replying with a few half-hearted "um"s or "ohs." But Yao Liang persisted, chatting with Zhu Yun every single day at the same time. The topics were incredibly varied, from astronomy and geography to entertainment gossip. As long as Zhu Yun showed even a hint of interest, he’d immediately seize the opportunity to chat with her intensely. Plus, he was genuinely witty and humorous, and knew how to charm women. In the last two months, Zhu Yun’s feelings towards him had clearly changed. Their chats had become more frequent, and there seemed to be less distance between them.

I looked at the messages from the last few days, and Yao Liang actually called Zhu Yun "Sister Yun" directly. Zhu Yun didn’t object at all. He kept calling her "Sister" all day long and flirted with her every day. The content gradually shifted towards topics like male-female relationships, marriage, and family. I feel that Zhu Yun’s words have become quite intimate with him.