"Uh~~~right there~~~harder~~~push~~~in~~~uh~~~"
In the bedroom, a beautiful woman dressed in black lace nightwear is half-reclined on the bed, the strap of the nightwear sliding off one shoulder.
One hand is kneading her soft chest, while the other hand is tightly clamped by two snow-white long legs in that mysterious place.
Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, her small mouth slightly open, teeth gently biting her lower lip.
Her expression is both enjoying and somewhat restrained.
With the kneading of her delicate hand, some soft and charming moans occasionally slip out from her moist lips: "Uh~~~oh~~~"
The beautiful woman is named Ye Qingmei, 32 years old, independently running a flower shop.
At this age, a woman has shed the innocence of youth, yet bears no heavy trace of time.
Moreover, she takes good care of herself, possessing the mature charm of a woman and a face unmatched even by young girls.
Usually, many men come under the pretense of buying flowers just to glimpse the elegance of the shop owner.
There are even many young and inexperienced boys hiding in the corners near the flower shop, peeping at her charm.
Yet, all these years, this stunning flower shop owner has never been subjected to any scandalous rumors.
Anyone showing the slightest improper intent would be mercilessly chased out of the flower shop by the owner.
But after all, a woman is still a woman.
At thirty she's like a wolf, at forty she's like a tiger.
Now, she's at the age of the wolf and the tiger.
Long-repressed desires urgently need to be released.
Taking advantage of the moments when her adopted son and daughter are out, the long-suppressed Ye Qingmei begins to comfort herself.
Little does she know, outside the ajar bedroom door, a pair of eyes are directly staring at her, witnessing her entire process of self-pleasure.
Qin Chuan is bewildered, his eyes wide open, head buzzing, stunned by the highly impactful scene before him, unable to distinguish north from south.
He desperately wants to flee, but finds his legs heavy as if filled with lead, completely out of his control.
"Qingmei aunt, she...she is..."
Qin Chuan opened his mouth, only feeling his throat like swallowing a mouthful of burning coal, dry and hot.
Three days ago, he was brought from the countryside to the city by his stepmother Ye Qingmei.
It was only three days ago he learned that his adoptive father had passed away ten years ago.
During these ten years, the one constantly sending money to support him was not his adoptive father but his stepmother Ye Qingmei.
Out of gratitude towards his stepmother and longing for the big city, Qin Chuan moved into the stepmother's house, becoming a part of this family.
Little did he expect that while he went downstairs for a haircut, his stepmother would secretly indulge in self-love in her room.
Though he hasn't tasted the essence of a woman in his twenty years, even without experiencing it firsthand, hasn't he at least seen pigs run?
Even a fool would know what's going on from this scene.
"I've heard city women are more open-minded, yet even stepmother..."
Qin Chuan was dumbfounded, feeling increasingly parched.
He subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
Reason told him, under such circumstances, he should avoid.
Yet, curiosity quietly urged within him.
"No! Qingmei aunt treats me so well, how can I pry on her?"
Qin Chuan bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down.
But at this moment, the snow-white long legs of the beautiful woman suddenly spread open.
That captivating mysterious area glimmered into his vision.
"Aunt Qingmei, she's a...a tigress?"
Qin Chuan covered his mouth, fearing to unintentionally make any sound, disrupting his stepmother who was in the midst of releasing.
He stared fixedly at that mysterious place, primitive desires surging like tides within him.
Beautiful!
The stepmother's private area, incredibly beautiful.
It's like a tender bun, showing not a trace of impurity.
The mystery once fantasized through mosaic filters now lay vividly clear before him.
This was the first time Qin Chuan had seen it in his life.
In this moment, he felt his throat growing drier, body gradually beginning to react uncontrollably.
Hard, like a dragon, yearning to break free from constraints.
Before he could respond, he saw his stepmother's two delicate fingers slowly moving toward the mysterious place.
"Uh~~~"
The stepmother groaned, a light teasing of the delicate finger creating a mysterious slit on the bun.
Then, the stepmother pressed two delicate fingers above that slit, gently rubbing.
Accompanied by the increasing speed of finger movements, a faint watery sound gradually arose.
Like hidden streams, enticing one into exploration.
Qin Chuan swallowed instinctively, eyes uncontrollably fixed.
Soon, two charming blushes appeared on his stepmother's face, a tightly furrowed brow seemingly in pain, yet actually enjoying.
Seeing this scene, Qin Chuan had forgotten why he was standing here.
He only knew that this moment his eyes could not leave his stepmother's delicate fingers and that mysterious place.
"Qin Chuan, you shameless, how could you have such thoughts about Qingmei aunt?"
Qin Chuan bit his tongue hard, cursed himself, and forcibly stopped fantasizing about his stepmother.
Reason reminded him.
This is his stepmother, this is his elder.
The adoptive father passed away ten years ago, but during these ten years, the stepmother never abandoned him.
The living expenses each month were always delivered punctually.
Each birthday a gift would be sent through someone.
Qin Chuan always remembered this kindness.
He absolutely could not do anything to betray his stepmother, even fantasizing was a form of desecration.
Qin Chuan forcibly suppressed the desires inside.
But just as he was about to turn and leave, his stepmother suddenly murmured: "Xiao Chuan, yes, right here, quickly, Qingmei aunt can't take it, yes, here, lick, lick me...uh~~~"
The final sound accompanied by a soft, bone-charming moan.
In this moment, it seemed some taboo stimulus jolted Qin Chuan's nerves, making his entire being shudder, uncontrollably turning back.
Only to see his stepmother's delicate fingers no longer satisfied with surface rubbing, beginning downward exploration.
Two nimble delicate fingers, adeptly, swiftly found the entrance to the peach blossom source deep.
Hidden valley streams, trickling waters.
Delicate fingers nudged away the soft flesh, revealing the tender inside, then slipped in, probing, probing, probing again.
The frequency and speed of finger exploration escalated.
The stepmother's complexion visibly flushed.
Yet she remained restrained, biting her lips, suppressing her sound.
Soon, the delicate fingers were drenched in crystalline water glints.
Under the sun's illumination, flashing like nectar, compelling one to taste.
In and out of soft flesh, the delicate fingers grew increasingly crystalline.
The trickling water sound became increasingly apparent.
Women are made of water, a stepmother, a woman among women.
"Qingmei aunt, her practicing partner, is, is me?"
Qin Chuan was rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief at the stepmother who was about to reach the peak.
Impossible.
He must have misheard.
The practicing partner of Qingmei aunt, how could it possibly be him?
But then his stepmother's mouth again emitted a mixture of forbidden moans and panting: "Uh~~~Xiao Chuan, come in..."