Chapter 4 Part 1 Ward Desire And Return Home
In the morning, Qi carried his backpack and went off to school.
His mother entered his room to tidy things up. But the moment she lifted his quilt, she was startled. On the white bed sheet was a distinct wet patch.
She froze for a moment, quickly realizing what it must be. Her lips curved faintly up in a knowing smile.
"This child... seems like he's grown up now," she murmured softly to herself.
After finishing tidying his bedroom, she headed to her own workplace.
But before noon came, the phone rang. It was the school.
"What? Qi fainted during PE class? He's now at the local street clinic receiving an IV? No, no how can a small clinic handle it properly? Tell me exactly where it is I'm coming right away."
For a mother, any issue with her child was something of utmost importance. Forgetting about work, she rushed out immediately.
Before long, the First Municipal Hospital's ambulance parked outside the clinic. Qi was transported away on a stretcher.
This quickly escalated into something terrifying within the rumor mill of his school. Kids passing word of mouth, always exaggerating soon, in the ears of his close friend Zhou Yi, the condition had grown into a rumor of "acute heart failure."
At the hospital, another doctor examined Qi.
"His constitution is weak, nothing more," the physician explained. Though not the same doctor as before, the diagnosis matched perfectly, further confirming the earlier conclusion.
Hearing this, his mother finally felt relief sink in.
"Give him some nutrient infusion and let him sleep for a while. After that he can return home. Best to take a short break from school, rest at home for recovery, and later think of ways to strengthen his body," the doctor advised. Then he and the nurse left the ward, closing the door gently behind them.
His mother pulled a chair up to Qi's bedside, sitting with a tender gaze fixed on her son's sleeping face.
Not long after, Xu Tiejun slipped soundlessly into the room.
He pressed his body up behind her, both hands reaching forward to cup and knead her swollen, full breasts from beneath her blouse.
The sensation was too familiar for her not to recognize at once. Without even looking, she whispered, "Qi is here."
Xu cast a fleeting glance toward the boy on the bed, then whispered back:
"He's asleep. It's fine."
She turned her head slightly, eyes glimmering seductively before she rose, retreating a few steps until her back was against the wall.
Xu leaned into her instantly, and the two clutched each other tightly, hands roaming. Their mouths joined, tongues licking into each other's mouths, feeding each other spit greedily.
Soon her tongue slid across his cheek, trailing to his shoulder and suddenly she bit down hard. Xu hissed softly, but his face revealed sweet pleasure.
With quick hands, she unbuttoned her blouse, slid down her bra straps, baring her two vast, snowy-white breasts. Xu bent low, greedily pressing his mouth against the enormous mounds, lapping hungrily, teeth sinking into her darkened areolas, tugging at her nipples, tongue coiling around them skillfully.
Her head tilted back, eyes half-shut, her face flushing deep red as she gazed dizzily at the ceiling.
Seeing her arousal rise, Xu bent to kneel, tugged her work skirt up her thighs, and yanked aside her underwear. He lowered his head to sniff her swollen, fleshy mound before bursting into a lewd chuckle.
Without hesitation, he buried himself between her plump thighs. His tongue traced around the hill of her pubic mound, wetting her dense black hair. Then he nibbled her clitoris sharply, licking downward along the pink slit, manipulating her lips with ease, twisting his tongue deftly inside.
Her hand pressed on his head. With the other, she clutched her heavy breast tightly, fingers pinching and kneading at her stiffened nipple. Her legs spread wider and wider, offering him all of her swollen flesh.
Finally he rose, tearing his pants down in a frenzy. Lifting her leg up, he guided his hard tip along her dripping entrance, then shoved straight in to the base. She cried out, body slamming against the wall and rebounding forward with each thrust.
The room echoed with the wet, squelching noises of hard flesh slapping.
He dropped her raised leg, grasped her buttocks as she bent back against the wall. His cock slammed in and out of her slick heat, her lips swollen and puffed, bouncing as his shaft hammered them apart endlessly.
Her naked breasts jiggled like massive balloons, swaying violently. He buried his face against one plump tit, sucking it roughly, chewing the nipple. The two rocked fiercely against the wall, her juices spraying with every stroke.
After minutes of relentless pounding, her body sagged with fatigue. He turned her position, pressing her forward over the end of the hospital bed.
With her arms gripping the rail tightly, her breasts hung downward, heavy, swaying, nipples dripping. Xu pulled out, then crouched behind to feast greedily on her wet, round ass cheeks, kissing and biting across the trembling flesh, until she moaned and arched back toward him.
He gripped her plump buttocks hard, fingers leaving red imprints. Then pressing against her wet slit from behind, he shoved himself inside once more, filling her completely with a deep thrust.
Now bent over, her hips rose and fell like waves beating against him, her moans louder with each clap of flesh against flesh.
Catching sight of her son's still face on the bed, her vision blurred. Xu pounded wildly behind her, climax building.
Finally, his body pressed flat against hers, thrusting with all his might. He trembled violently, buried within her, spilling his thick seed deeply into her.
She panted, arching back to grind her hips against him, milking every drop.
It took half a minute before she slowly quieted, her shuddering easing. Xu drooped exhaustedly over her, gasping weakly.
Her soft words broke the silence:
"Clean yourself up. I'll go to the bathroom. You, be quick."
He kissed her lips swiftly, then dressed neatly in practiced routine, slipping out silently.
She looked at her son one last time still sleeping soundly before crouching low. She squeezed her stomach, causing a gush of milky semen to spill from her slit, dripping onto the floor. She wiped quickly with tissues, stuffed her messy breasts back into her bra, and tugged her skirt down without underwear. A wad of used paper clutched in hand, she left the ward toward the restroom.
When they had gone, Qi slowly opened his eyes. He turned, gazed at the shut ward door, and muttered:
"Ten minutes? Faster than I thought."
By evening, his father came as well. Seeing Qi awake and looking fine, he suggested bringing him home.
His mother objected she thought he needed to remain under observation.
But his father argued:
"As the secretary of the city's Party Chief, if people hear your son is taking up a private ward merely for weakness and anemia, when resources are strained... the rumor alone would be damaging. Better let him rest at home for image's sake and it may well be more comfortable there."
Her face flared. In the ward itself, she snapped back:
"Oh, so it's your precious career, your official cap, you care for? Is that more important than Qi's life? Li Weiying! Tell me right now!" She pressed her face almost to his.