Li Mei lay fast asleep on the far side of the large, silk-draped bed.
Between her and her husband, Hei Zhòu, rested a long body pillow—a silent barrier marking the space that had grown between them.
Now, the room was quiet, but the silence was far from peaceful.
Earlier, they had argued.
Hei Zhòu had tried—truly tried—to speak to her in private, to ask why she had dismissed and humiliated him so casually in front of everyone.
He had expected anger, maybe even a sharp exchange.
But what he received instead had cut deeper: indifference.
Li Mei hadn't even looked at him.
She had scoffed, dismissed his concerns without a second thought, and walked away without offering a single word of apology.
As if his feelings didn't matter.
As if he didn't matter.
After that, Hei Zhòu had given up.
There was nothing left to say.
He had gone to bed, drawing on his Qi to weave a barrier that dulled his hearing.
It was the only way he could bear to lie beside her without flinching at every breath, every shift in the sheets.
He didn't want to hear her.
Not tonight.
His pride was wounded.
His patience worn thin.
And his heart… was uncertain.
.
.
.
'Mother should be sleeping…' Hei Long thought to himself.
He slipped into his parents' room as silently as a ghost.
He was still hard as a rock.
As he climbed into bed behind his mother, Hei Long could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell her intoxicating scent.
Li Mei stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his presence.
Hei Long leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low:
"Mother," he murmured, his hand gently cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath her thin nightgown:
"I'm here to release you…"
"Ah~…" Li Mei let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering open as she realized what was happening.
She looked back at her son, a mix of surprise and desire in her eyes.
She glanced at her husband, a small smile playing on her lips as she saw the Qi wrapped around him.
"He can't hear a thing," Li Mei whispered, a teasing lilt to her voice:
"You naughty boy, what do you plan to do?"
Hei Long smirked, his hand trailing down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly:
"I plan to make you feel good, Mother."
He slipped her panties off, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her soft, smooth skin.
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, dancing with hers.
"Oh~…"Li Mei moaned into the kiss, her body arching against his, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
Hei Long's hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready for him.
He rubbed her clit in slow, circular motions, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.
"Ahh~…" Li Mei gasped, her breath coming in ragged moans as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"You like that?" Hei Long whispered, "You like it when I touch you like this?"
Li Mei could only nod, her body trembling with need, her hips bucking against her son's hand, begging for more.
Hei Long chuckled. 'Milfs truly are amazing…'
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock ready.
He entered her slowly.
"Mmm..." Li Mei let out a low moan, her nails digging into his back, her body arching to take him deeper.
Hei Long began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, then building in speed and intensity.
His hand snaked up to her throat, his fingers gently squeezing, applying just enough pressure to heighten her senses, to make her feel every inch of him.
"Fuck, Mother," Hei Long groaned, his voice a low:
"You feel so good. So tight. So wet."
Li Mei moaned, her body trembling, her orgasm building.
"Big Long," she panted, her voice a desperate plea:
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Hei Long had no intention of stopping.
He continued to pound into her, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their lovemaking filling the air.
He could feel his mother's inner muscles clenching around him.
Li Mei's response was immediate, her body convulsing, her scream of pleasure loud and primal:
"I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming so hard!"
Her orgasm triggered his—
Hei Long let out his release, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed.
"That was... incredible," Li Mei whispered, her voice hoarse.
"I'm not finished yet," Hei Long replied, still hard and eager for more.
Before Li Mei could respond—
Hei Long spoke:
"Let's try something different."
He guided his mother onto her hands and knees, positioning her perfectly for him.
'Doggy style?' Li Mei thought, as her eyes glanced over to her husband.
Hei Long then entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, ready pussy with ease.
"Mmm..." Li Mei moaned loudly, her body arching.
"Yes... yes... fuck me..." she panted.
Hei Long began to move, his hips thrusting powerfully, his body slapping against hers with a force that made the bed shake slightly.
The headboard banged loudly against the wall.
"Fuck," Hei Long groaned:
"Your ass looks fucking incredible from this angle. So round, so perfect."
"Don't stop... please don't stop..." Li Mei begged, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets, her body moving in sync with his thrusts.
Suddenly—
Hei Zhòu stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he woke up.
He looked around, as he got rid of his Qi, confused and disoriented, his gaze landing on the shaking bed and the banging headboard.
"Li Mei?" Hei Zhòu called out, his voice groggy with sleep:
"What's going on?"
'Oh shit…' Hei Long, not wanting to be caught, quickly slipped under the covers.
Li Mei quickly turned to face her husband, covering herself with the blanket, a sheepish smile on her face as she tried to hide her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.
She could feel her son's cum and her own dripping out of her, a warm, sticky sensation that trickled down her inner thighs.
"Oh, nothing, dear," Li Mei said, her voice surprisingly steady despite her racing heart:
"I was just... having a vivid dream. You know how I get sometimes."
"Really?" Hei Zhòu said, a note of suspicion in his voice.
Li Mei laughed softly:
"Well, you know me, always the dramatic one," she replied:
"Go back to sleep, dear."
Hei Zhòu sighed:
"I'm sorry if I've done something wrong. I don't know what I did, but if apologizing gets you to treat me better, I'm sorry."
Li Mei rolled her eyes:
"I appreciate that, dear. Now, go to sleep. I'll join you shortly."
"Alright…" Hei Zhòu nodded, releasing his Qi in a soft pulse, and settling back down, his breathing soon evening out as he drifted back into sleep.
Hei Long emerged from under the covers, a smirk playing on his lips as he positioned himself behind his mother once more.
He leaned in:
"Shall we continue? I'm not done with you yet."