Longxi Prefecture, Tao County.
A binary-shaped house, with a front courtyard, a living room, a back garden, and five or six guest rooms.
At night, when there's no night market, there's nothing to do except go to bed early.
The entire house falls silent, except for the occasional chirping of insects and birds.
In the master bedroom, a man and a woman are passionately making love.
The woman, seemingly in her early thirties, appears somewhat unwilling, but unable to resist the man's passion, she is forced to spread her legs and submit.
Her beautiful face occasionally furrows slightly as the man's penis penetrates deeply. This is a mature woman, both beautiful and intelligent, yet now she can only silently endure the pleasure. Even in this state, her expression possesses a gentle and virtuous quality, making one want to conquer her.
And judging from her appearance, the man on top of her is clearly skilled at it. The beautiful mature woman's delicate hands tightly encircle his broad, muscular back. Whether it was from unbearable discomfort or from the overwhelming pleasure, she couldn't tell.
Her fingernails dug deep into her back, leaving bloody scratches!
The man on top of her looked up—no, this should be a young boy. It was none other than County Magistrate Lu Ming! And this beautiful mature woman was Lu Ming's mother, the former county magistrate's wife!
Why the county magistrate's wife, and the former one at that?
Because the previous county magistrate had been dead for ten years.
If it weren't for the powerful Dong family of Tao County, they wouldn't be living such a comfortable life.
Because the beautiful mature woman, Lady Lu Dong, was the daughter of Dong Taijun and the sister of General Dong Zhuo.
At this crucial moment, Lu Ming lowered his head and kissed his mother's red lips, his lower body beginning to thrust forcefully.
His large hands squeezed his mother's ample breasts, while simultaneously lifting her buttocks, pressing down as much as possible to allow his penis to penetrate deeper into her body. Feeling the warm, moist flesh envelop him, with each thrust, the friction between the glans and the folds of her flesh generated an intense, tingling sensation that spread from their point of contact throughout their bodies. The mother and son gasped simultaneously, involuntarily writhing and yearning for more.
Perhaps sensing her son's change, the mature woman sighed softly for a moment, then expertly raised her legs to clamp around his waist.
At the same time, she held her breath, tightening her abdomen, making her already tight vagina, taut from years of abstinence, even tighter.
This sequence of actions was so familiar, as if she had performed it countless times.
Sure enough, Lu Ming's breathing became more rapid. He lowered his head and kissed his mother's red lips, sucking hard on her small, fragrant tongue, exchanging saliva, savoring the taste of her fluids.
His lower body thrust harder, and his penis inside his mother swelled once more!
He thrust in and out forcefully more than ten times, finally slamming his penis into his mother's full, protruding vulva, penetrating as deep as possible into her body, trembling as he ejaculated his pent-up semen into her.
"Mmm!"
The beautiful mature woman's two delicate white feet hooked around her son's waist, crossed and intertwined.
Because of her son's ejaculation inside her, the hot semen stimulated her to another ecstatic climax, her eyes slightly whitening.
Her ten neatly arranged, crescent-shaped toes clenched tightly, the toes and soles connecting to her ankles forming an alluring, mesmerizing arc—a sight any man would want to hold and caress!
After ejaculating, Lu Ming lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.
His mother also breathed heavily for a long time, and only after calming down did she get out of bed and squat on the wooden basin, using this position to let the semen her son had ejaculated inside her flow out.
In the darkness, semen dripped from the swollen, red flesh of her vulva, forming streaks of white silk, a sight utterly lewd.
After a long while, the mother washed herself with warm water before getting up and returning to bed. Lying beside her son, she adjusted the blankets, sighed softly, and then fell into a deep sleep.
This had been going on for half a month, half a month ago.
A detachment of the rebel army attacked the county town, expecting it to fall.
By then, there were few soldiers left; they had all been taken away to quell the rebellion.
But then, the usually quiet bandit hunter Lu Ming stepped forward, slaughtering his way through the enemy ranks, leaving a trail of heads and even beheading the rebel leader, forcing the rebels to retreat.
Then the rebels returned with a vengeance, only to be met with another brutal massacre by Lu Ming, their blood flowing like rivers.
He alone dared to charge into battle against five thousand soldiers, displaying unwavering courage. This suicidal act, ironically, led to his miraculous victory, slaying the enemy general and causing the rebel army's morale to collapse.
Finally, after Dong Zhuo led his army back to reinforce, he decisively defeated the rebels.
Many only knew Lu Ming, a wealthy man who enjoyed dabbling in small businesses and owned thousands of acres of fertile land, about his sudden rise to power.
His most frequent activity was paying respects to the Dong family, a daily occurrence demonstrating his extreme obsequiousness.
An ordinary son of a powerful family had suddenly become a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men, a fact that surprised and evoked a sense of envy.
For his merits in this battle, Lu Ming was promoted to County Commandant, primarily responsible for the county's defense, as well as suppressing thieves and maintaining order.
His power was immense, second only to the County Magistrate, who was Dong Zhuo, also a General of the Household, and rarely stationed in Tao County. Lu Ming's rise was meteoric.
With nepotism, personal ability, and established reputation, this position seemed like a natural progression.
Promotion and wealth naturally led to celebrations. However, after drinking too much, Lu Ming slept with his own mother.
His mother, heartbroken for her son but unwilling to air their dirty laundry in public, could only endure his advances.
This escalated to Lu Ming coming to her at night and then again the next morning, never daring to be so open, but always secretly.
For a young man, what could be easier and more satisfying than venting his lust on his mother's voluptuous body?
Especially after the carnage, he needed release even more.
A mature woman and a young man—a perfect match, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire; only a spark was needed to ignite it.
The next day, before dawn, Lu Ming once again rolled over and pressed himself against his mother's delicate body. With her silent cooperation, he returned to the passage that had given him birth, experiencing the pleasure of their union.
After about twenty minutes, he shuddered and ejaculated all the semen he had accumulated the night before into his mother's body. After a short rest, he dressed and left.