It was a luxurious bathroom, about thirty square meters.
Besides the tub there was another bathing area, and beside the tub sat a huge waterbed.
Directly opposite the waterbed hung a hundred-inch LCD television.
Zhang Biao glanced around, chuckled, and went back to the hall.
Somehow he found a disc, put it on, and a moan spilled out of the speakers.
Mom looked toward the sound, understood at once, and could not help glaring at him.
The television was playing a Japanese pornographic film.
Those blush-inducing sounds came from the screen.
Mom had no idea where the brat had gotten the disc, but the content still pulled her eyes.
On the screen a tall, sexy office woman knelt in front of a vulgar, ugly man and shyly sucked his dark penis.
The man was muscular, a blue dragon tattooed across his body.
He leered at her shy, embarrassed face and enjoyed her mouth with smug satisfaction.
The volume was very high.
The lewd images and shameful moans made Mom think of herself and Zhang Biao.
She jerked her head away.
Her charming face flushed at once.
Zhang Biao stripped fast.
He had a blue dragon tattoo too, but it was more rugged and ferocious than the one on the man on screen.
It covered almost his entire body.
You could barely see the color of his skin.
His thick, erect cock trembled in front of my mother.
Just then I came down from the third floor and hid by the door.
When Zhang Biao yanked his underwear down and that huge thing sprang out, I froze.
The scumbag had even tattooed a blue dragon on his cock.
The whole dragon coiled around the shaft, its head on the glans, two blood-red eyes on the head.
It did not look like ink.
It looked like two rice-grain beads set into the glans.
The whole thing looked fierce, like a venomous snake that ate people.
Zhang Biao stood there erect and shouted, “What are you staring at?
Come on.
Give me a good suck.
We’ve got plenty of time tonight.
I’ll satisfy you, you slut!”
Mom gave him a coquettish glare, climbed onto the bed without even taking off her dress, and started sucking that thick, scaly cock.
The familiar fishy smell lit her desire.
She got into it fast.
She licked harder and harder, as if she were competing with the office woman on the television.
The wet sounds grew louder until they drowned the film.
The intense oral sex left her hot all over.
Fine beads of sweat stood on her forehead.
Her pretty face was flushed.
She straightened, stripped off the dress in a hurry, and was left in a black silk bra on top and the torn black stockings and black thong below.
Then she lay back down and went on sucking him.
I thought, Mom is so lewd.
She’s actually giving this hoodlum a blowjob.
Mom, you’re the CEO of a corporation.
A high-level professional.
And what is Zhang Biao?
You threw away your status to do this for that scumbag.
She had no idea I was peeking from the side.
All I saw was her sucking that cock while her slender hand reached down to her crotch and stroked her wet, lewd pussy through the black thong.
As her delicate fingers worked, her juices seeped out until the thin fabric turned transparent and shiny.
While she played with herself, her two sexy, stockinged legs spread wider and wider.
Gradually a lewd tattoo on her left thigh came into full view.
It was a colorful butterfly about to take flight, stamped at the base of that snow-white thigh.
The butterfly’s head sat close to her pussy, peeking as if it meant to drink nectar there.
Below the butterfly was a shocking black character: Slave.
It shone against the white skin.
What did that mean?
Sex slave.
Sex slave.
Dog slave…
What I saw nearly dropped me to the floor.
I could not believe that the mother I had lived with for fourteen years carried marks this obscene and humiliating on her body.
Zhang Biao rested his head on his arms, watched the porn, and enjoyed her mouth, tossing out comments the whole time.
“Look at that slut.
She’s really good at licking.
At first she was all coy, but the second she tasted cock she got horny.
Damn, she licks well.
I want to drag her out and fuck her too.
That slut is just like you.
High and mighty on the surface, and underneath she’s a whore who sells herself.
Difference is she only gets tens of thousands a time, and you get millions.
Tens of millions.
Hahaha.
That ugly bastard is just fucking a cheap whore and he’s shaking with pleasure.
Me, I’m fucking a whore with a gold-plated cunt and I can still laugh and joke.”
Mom could not help glancing back.
The lewd, ugly man on screen was holding his cock, body shaking, about to come.
He roared twice.
A thick stream of semen sprayed across the office woman’s pretty face.
She tipped her head back, eyes half closed, and let it wash over her.
After he finished, she even took the soft cock into her mouth and carefully sucked out what was left, her face full of ecstasy and satisfaction.
Mom thought, Am I not the same?
This kind of scene had appeared countless times.
A blush crept over her pretty face.
The screen switched to a bathroom.
She sat up and said in a seductive voice, “Good brother, let’s go take a shower too.
Didn’t you want to try other people’s amazing skills?
Let’s see if my service is better than that slut on TV.”
She stood, kindly brought Zhang Biao his slippers, and went with him to the tub.
The tub sat directly opposite the television.
You could see the screen from any angle.
After they filled it with hot water, they climbed in one after the other.
The tub was so large that three or four people could lie in it at once without feeling crowded.
In the warm water they faced each other.
Their eyes met.
Zhang Biao unhooked her black silk bra and lovingly caressed those high, snow-white breasts.
When the catch came free, two large white breasts leaped out and rolled in waves of flesh.
They were round and perky, close to perfect.
Her pink nipples pointed up like red beans, tender and charming.
Those breasts were so large they looked like two mountains.
It would take two hands to encircle each one.
When Zhang Biao’s rough hand moved aside, another tattoo appeared in front of me.
On my mother’s large, snow-white left breast sat a bright red rose, painted so lifelike it looked covered in morning dew, vivid and lush.
Zhang Biao leered.
“Every time I see that rose tattoo, I want to take a bite out of it.”
His gentler caresses made her body tremble.
His thick, long cock pressed against her lower belly and left her itchy.
She could not help scolding him.
“And you still say that?
You really scared me to death that day.
I thought you’d gone crazy.
You even bit me there and left teeth marks.
Brother, you’re so naughty.”
Zhang Biao pinched her two tender red nipples and pulled them outward hard.
“Back then I’d just gotten out of prison and I was burning up.
You wouldn’t let that old man fuck your little cunt, so I had no choice.
I bit your big tits instead.”
Mom wrapped both hands around the throbbing cock and stroked it, her voice coquettish.
“Good brother, I was scared because you looked so fierce back then.
Now my little cunt is yours to fuck whenever you want.
You even fucked me once in the office today.”
She gathered her golden hair, gave him a seductive look, and went on.
“How about I serve you like that slut on TV?
I still have a few tricks.
Your young master used to like me serving him like this.”
She looked up at the television.
The film had moved to the bathroom.
The ugly man sat in the tub with his back to the office woman.
She rubbed her large, full breasts against his tattooed back, lost in it, without any of the hesitation and shyness she had shown at the start.
Zhang Biao yelled, “Damn!
That bitch is just as slutty as you.
Hurry up and get moving.
Let me have some fun too!”
Mom leaned to his ear and said, sweet and low, “Yes, sir.”
Then she spread shower gel evenly over her trembling breasts, drew a deep breath, and moved with more skill than the woman on screen.
She supported the base of her breasts with her hands, pressed them tight to Zhang Biao’s scaly back, and massaged as she slid.
She did it like a professional.
Even the female technicians in a bathhouse would have been ashamed next to her.
Warm, smooth, snow-white flesh rubbed gently over rough blue scales.
The sensation was wonderful for both of them.
Zhang Biao felt as if two warm sponges were working his back, fine and soft.
Mom felt as if her breasts were being scoured by uneven sandpaper, rough and hard.
That awkward friction lit the fire in her fast.
The more they rubbed, the stronger the need grew.
The two pink nipples at the peaks went hard.
The slightest scrape sent pleasure through her and pulled her under.
Her bright red lips parted.
She moaned softly.
Zhang Biao hummed, content, while he compared her work to the office woman in the film and decided his mother’s service ran deeper.
Besides, the woman on screen was only a slutty prostitute.
My mother was a famous female CEO in China.
The gap between them excited him even more.
Already in the mood, Mom turned more wanton than the woman on television.
While she served him she hunted down every physical spark she could find, and she even spat a few vulgar words on purpose to please this crude man.
Then she used the skills she saved for serving men.
She seized Zhang Biao’s arm, straddled his forearm with her legs spread, and rubbed her pussy—slick with shower gel—back and forth along the whole length of his arm, from wrist to shoulder.
Foam piled up in the neatly trimmed, dark, lush thatch above her labia and covered his blue-scaled arm.
Her juices gushed from between her smooth, hairless lips like a flood, mixed with the gel, and threw off a lewd scent.
She copied the film, so her posture and rhythm almost matched it.
Her movements were more practiced and more precise.
That devilish body wound around him like a flexible snake.
Her moans grew louder.
She poured out vulgar, obscene words as if she were competing with the office woman on screen.
When that woman licked the ugly man’s anus, Mom even followed.
She gave a flirtatious smile.
“Good brother, my special move is coming.
This one is called the Poison Dragon Drill.
It’s your young master’s favorite.”
When I saw my mother’s beautiful face press toward that fat, ugly, dark cock, a strange ache hit my chest.
Was she going to lick this scum’s cock again?
Mom, you don’t have to be that lewd.
She started licking cock tip, ugly, stuck out her fragrant tongue a little, and touched that disgusting penis a few times.
“Oh!”
Zhang Biao let out a strange, ugly howl.
“Ah… it feels so good… this is the damn Dragon Drill… I was locked up more than ten years and I never knew this.
I’ve lived for nothing!
Ugh!
You slut, you really know how to play… it feels so good… ahhh…”
Mom’s fragrant tongue, like a nimble little snake,The soft, wet feeling made his hard cock feel ready to burst.
The pleasure in his penis was intense, but it still could not match the perverse thrill in his chest.
The president of the prestigious Lantian Group—one of the most beautiful women in China—was licking his penis playing flute on it.
That drop from heaven to earth sent him wild.
For an instant he felt he had reached the peak of his life.
In front of me, my mother, beautiful as an angel, knelt with her snow-white, plump buttocks raised high and her head pressed tight to that vulgar man’s big penis.
I could hear the sucking.
The scene was too lewd.
My heart ached so badly I could barely keep watching.
She licked for a full quarter of an hour before Zhang Biao finally turned over.
Then she rubbed her large white breasts over his body and offered her tongue for a passionate kiss.
Their lips and tongues tangled.
They swallowed each other’s saliva, as intimate as lovers.