Chapter 5: Restraint

"Sick?"

Xiao Wei swallowed the rice in his mouth and stared across the table at his mother, disbelieving. "You actually get sick?"

In his memory, his mom wasn’t exactly built like an ox, but she had always seemed pretty much immune to illness. Growing up, she rarely got sick at all. At most, she’d cough a couple of times or catch a runny nose, take a couple of pills, and be fine.

"Your mother is an ordinary person too, you know," Yang Yimin said irritably, managing only the faintest eye-roll through her still-swollen eyes.

After her shower, she had recovered a little. She still looked more haggard than usual, but she was no longer spacing out every few moments.

Xiao Wei was actually starting to believe his mother really was sick now. Her ability to snap back at people had dropped so low it hardly seemed like her level at all.

"How did you get sick for no reason?"

"I just... suddenly felt a little off."

"You’re not saying you got emotionally wrecked by a drama and now you’re in a bad mood, too lazy to move, so you want to boss me around, are you?"

Xiao Wei narrowed his eyes at his mother, making one last probe.

"I didn’t watch any drama!" Yang Yimin snapped, annoyed.

She felt like this brat had some kind of magic power when he spoke. In less than three sentences, he could make your teeth itch with irritation. But once that anger rose up, the hidden worry in her heart seemed to fade without her noticing.

"Then what’s with your eyes?"

"I..." The word had barely left her mouth when Yang Yimin suddenly seemed to freeze. Her face went pale, as if she’d remembered some unspeakable secret again, and a look of grief appeared on her face.

Xiao Wei stared at his mother, bewildered, for several seconds. Slowly, his eyes widened and widened until, as if he’d guessed the truth, he shouted, "Could it be—!"

Yang Yimin was interrupted by his outburst and looked blankly at her son, who seemed to have gone off the rails again. The dazed expression on her face looked almost cute.

But Xiao Wei swallowed the rest of his words hard. Then tears welled in his eyes and he choked out, "Let me think... Grandpa really is getting on in years... I should’ve figured it out... it was bound to happen someday..."

Not noticing that the face opposite him was already dark with anger, he wiped his nose and kept trying to comfort her. "Mom, don’t worry about it affecting my studies. I’ll carry Grandpa’s legac..."

"Wang Zhiwei!!!"

Yang Yimin lost all patience. She sprang up, leaned across the table, grabbed Xiao Wei by the hair, and with her other hand clenched into a cone, she began drilling savagely at the top of his head.

Five minutes later.

"Mom, I believe you now. You really are sick."

Xiao Wei was slumped over the table, clutching what felt like a wind tunnel of a head, speaking in a thread of breath.

"So," Yang Yimin said, fully refreshed after her outburst, gently blowing a tuft of broken hair from her fingers, "you’re washing the pot at lunch."

Xiao Wei twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Okay..."

"You buy the vegetables this afternoon."

"...Okay."

"And tonight..."

Xiao Wei suddenly found some strength from somewhere and jerked upright. "I am not cooking dinner tonight!"

"Dream on! You think a three-legged cat can get on the stage?"

Yang Yimin rolled her eyes at him, then continued assigning tasks. "You’re washing the pot tonight too!"

...

The summer heat was scorching. By the time Xiao Wei came home carrying a huge bag of vegetables, he was drenched in sweat.

While grumbling inwardly about his mother’s tyranny, he pulled out his key and inserted it into the lock. The security door slowly opened, and the back of a man came into view, making him pause.

"Dad!"

Xiao Wei’s face lit up with surprise. He was just about to rush over and pour out his long-missed affection when he noticed there was still a head perched on Wang Quanbin’s shoulder.

Looking more closely, he saw that his mother was hanging on his dad like a koala, her limbs tightly wrapped around him, clutching his body as if she wanted to fuse herself into it.

He’d barely stepped through the door and was immediately force-fed a mouthful of old married-couple dog food. All the excitement in Xiao Wei’s chest vanished at once, leaving behind a faint sourness.

He’d never gotten that kind of treatment from his mother.

At that moment, Wang Quanbin, hearing the noise, slowly turned around and forced out a smile, his voice a little shaky. "You’re home, son!"

Xiao Wei caught the oddness in his tone. Looking more carefully, he saw that Yang Yimin’s eyes were tightly shut, streams of tears squeezing out from between them and sliding down to her chin, staining Wang Quanbin’s shoulder with a wet patch.

And from the damp area on Wang Quanbin’s shoulder and the trembling in his legs, it was clear the two of them had been holding this position for quite a while.

For a middle-aged man, that was almost an unbearable length of time.

His mother wasn’t very tall, only about 5'4", but her full, ample chest and generous hips were really working in her favor. She usually weighed a little over 115 jin, pushing close to 120. For Uncle Wang to have lasted this long, he was basically hanging on by sheer willpower.

Seeing that, Xiao Wei’s expression turned faintly amused. He ambled past them, set the vegetables on the coffee table, then looked back and teased, "So worked up... the two of you really have a lot of feeling for each other, huh?"

His son’s mockery made Wang Zhi... no, Wang Quanbin’s old face redden. He explained a little awkwardly, "The moment I came in, your mom jumped on me. I hadn’t even taken my shoes off yet..."

Then Yang Yimin squeezed her thighs together and said unhappily, "Ignore him!"

After that, she rubbed her tear-streaked little face against her husband’s shoulder, and a soft, mushy voice slipped from her red lips. "Honey, I missed you so much..."

Xiao Wei made a disgusted face, but when his gaze accidentally swept across his mother’s back, he froze.

He couldn’t see it at the door just now. From this angle, he realized his mother’s pose was practically begging to be a crime scene!

Her top was warped by the two raised arms, revealing a strip of snowy waist, which made a sharp contrast with the suddenly broad sweep of her hips below.

Her plump, round buttocks were spread apart by her open legs, forcing the silk pajama pants into two extremely full curves. Toward the center, they cinched back in tightly, forming a deep, abyss-like cleft.

Under those butt cheeks, two large hands were supporting her from the middle, fingers sinking deep into the softness and pressing elegant grooves into the fabric of the pajama pants.

It was like... it was like...

It was like Dad was forcefully prying Mom’s ass open and telling him to shove in.

Xiao Wei’s throat bobbed as he quietly swallowed. Looking at his parents all wrapped up in each other, he hesitated for two seconds, then forced out a slightly stiff smile and squeezed over. "Dad, I missed you too!"

"You little pig, get out of here!"

Yang Yimin freed one hand to press down on her son’s head and shove him away, scolding him in a soft, girlish voice. But under Xiao Wei’s shameless persistence, she still got squeezed into the middle of the two of them.

The classic husband-and-wife embrace turned into a warm scene of the three of them hugging each other.

That kind of scene had happened often enough in the past, so the couple didn’t think anything was wrong. But Xiao Wei no longer felt even a trace of the old warmth. Driven by desire, he supported his dad’s waist with one hand and placed the other directly on the exposed strip of his mother’s pale flesh.

So soft. So tender.

That was the only thought in his head at that moment.

He forced himself not to keep rubbing, listening to his dad’s hearty laughter and his mom’s disgusted but delighted protests, quietly savoring the sensation in his palm.

Little by little, he was no longer satisfied with just the tender waist. His pinky lifted slightly, spreading farther and farther away from his ring finger, trembling as it probed downward.

He wanted to... really wanted to touch it.

Just as the pinky was about to brush the flesh of her butt, it stopped. Xiao Wei struggled to pull it back, then hesitated again on the way up and once more headed downward.

Desire and reason kept tugging at each other, making his hand dart back and forth in the air, unable to settle anywhere. A stiffness ran down from the fingertips, as if he were about to cramp.

Right then, inspiration struck Xiao Wei. He pretended to lose his footing and lunged forward, his arms wrapping around both parents as he stumbled.

The balance point of the three-person embrace was instantly broken, and Wang Quanbin, who had already been barely holding on, could no longer keep it up. He cried out and toppled sideways, his hands that had been supporting his wife’s buttocks reflexively sliding up to her waist and back.

And the instant his palms left, Xiao Wei’s right hand swiftly occupied that soft patch. Then, putting force into his arm, he took over from his father as the support beneath his mother’s plump body.

His whole hand sank into her flesh at once, and even through the gaps between his fingers, he could feel that astonishing fullness and elasticity.

Unfortunately, it only lasted a few seconds. As Dad’s body tilted farther and farther, Mom’s center of gravity shifted with it, and with a cry she inevitably went tumbling toward the floor.

Feeling that softness slip away, a huge sense of loss surged through Xiao Wei.

The next second, like a man possessed, he did something excessive.

He leaned forward, reached out again, and caught his mother’s buttocks once more, making a motion as if he were pulling her back into his arms but losing her at the last second. His palm slid across both cheeks in sequence, pressing a hollow into the round flesh from right to left, as if he had really groped his mother’s ass hard.

"Ah!"

"Ow!"

His parents’ cries as they hit the floor rang out one after the other, leaving only Xiao Wei frozen in place.

His face was red, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes frantic and nervous. He really looked like a child who had accidentally done something wrong.

"You little bastard, are you trying to die?!"

Yang Yimin struggled to sit up, rubbing the arm she’d hurt in the fall while glaring at her son, her delicate brows knitted and murder in her eyes.

That was his mother’s usual furious expression. In the past, Xiao Wei would have avoided it at all costs, but now it made him breathe a huge sigh of relief. He couldn’t help thinking that his opportunistic touch hadn’t been discovered after all.

His thoughts raced, and an embarrassed, apologetic grin quickly spread across his face. "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he did what he usually did and bolted, leaving behind his parents on the floor, where his mom was still scolding and his dad was trying to soothe her. "I’m going to the bathroom!"

He rushed into the bathroom, shut the door, and immediately slumped against the door panel as if all his strength had been drained away. At last, the tension in his chest loosened.

He looked at the reflection in the mirror above the sink, at the chest that kept rising and falling, and revealed a smile he had never seen on himself before.

"You’re playing with fire!"

The figure in the mirror was accusing him.

"But... it’s so exciting..." Xiao Wei slowly raised his right hand. His palm opened and tightened little by little, his five fingers spreading to the limit and curving into a slight arc, as if he were supporting some enormous spherical thing he could never fully control. "And..."

"Mom’s ass is really huge!"

...

Dinner was cooked together by Dad and Mom, and the long-lost lavish meal made Xiao Wei’s appetite soar. He alone finished nearly half the table.

After the meal, under his mother’s rolling eyes and, Xiao Wei washed the dishes, scrubbed the pots, and tidied up the table, sweating all over from exhaustion.

When he finally finished and returned to the living room, he found his parents lying on the sofa, all lovey-dovey with each other.

The two of them were almost ninety combined. Why were they so clingy?

An irritated sense of grievance from all the work he’d done alone, along with a nameless sourness, rose in his heart. Xiao Wei immediately widened his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and lectured them. "Hey! Can you two please pay attention to your surroundings? I’m still at home, and I’m just an 18-year-old teenager!"

"Door’s on the left. See you when fate allows!"

Yang Yimin didn’t even turn her head. She only raised a small hand and waved it, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

Xiao Wei was furious, but he had always been helpless against his mother, so he could only turn to Wang Quanbin. "Dad! You can’t even control your wife?"

You bullied me before Dad got home, and you’re still bullying me after he’s back. Then wasn’t Dad home for nothing?

Wang Quanbin looked up with a cheerful smile. "Xiao Wei, why don’t you go downstairs and buy me a pack of cigarettes?"

The anger in Xiao Wei’s belly immediately leaked right out. Sure enough, a bed quilt never produces two kinds of people. The ancients really weren’t lying.

He stood where he was, looking at his mother’s full bosom as she lay in his father’s arms. His eyes rolled, and another idea came to him. He shamelessly squeezed over toward the two of them.

However, just as he was about to repeat the same trick as in the afternoon, his mother kicked him right off the sofa. "You’re covered in sweat. Go take a shower first!"

Xiao Wei exploded. "You don’t know how I got this sweat all over me?"

"Oh?" His mother lifted a finger to her lips, her brows slightly furrowed as she made a cute, thoughtful expression, then suddenly understood. "You’re one of those people who sweat easily?"

Xiao Wei was so angry that he shot to his feet and turned to go into the bathroom.

After I’m done showering... he thought savagely while rubbing soap all over himself,...if I don’t make your ass swell up, I’ll write my own surname backward!

When he hurriedly dried himself off and came back out, all he could see was the pitch-black living room.

They went back to the bedroom?

Xiao Wei’s eyes went round. All that pent-up frustration had nowhere to go.

This is too much!

Fuming, he strode to the door of his mother’s bedroom and paused when he heard the soft sound of conversation from inside.

What should he even say if he went in?

Ask why they went back to the room without waiting for him? Or say he wanted to squeeze into bed with them too?

As he’d said before, he was already 18. Cramped together with his parents on the sofa could still be brushed off as horseplay, but squeezing into the same bed was a bit inappropriate.

Yet if he just walked away like this, he still felt aggrieved. So he poked his head through the doorway and shouted at them, "Old Wang! My mom’s sick, so take it easy tonight!"

After saying that, Xiao Wei felt he’d won a point back and quickly slipped back into his bedroom before his mother could come after him.

Yang Yimin, her face red with embarrassment, chased after him to the door, then gave up on the idea of thrashing her son. She casually closed the door. Just as she was turning back, her husband’s concerned voice came from behind her.

"Honey, you’re sick?"

A complicated expression rose on Yang Yimin’s face. After two seconds of silence, when she turned back around, she was once again wearing a teasing, coquettish smile. "Nope. That brat was talking nonsense."

She still chose to hide the obscene, filthy symptoms from last night.

...

In the dead of night, Xiao Wei, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped out, carrying a stick-like object that was hard to make out in the dark.

Sneaking along like a thief, he made his way to his parents’ bedroom door. Looking at the thick brown panel in front of him, he let an indecent smile spread across his face.

Tonight, he was going to do something he had never even imagined before: he was going to eavesdrop on his parents having sex.

Xiao Wei had discovered the pattern years ago. Every first night after his father came home from a business trip, the bedroom would always be filled with sounds that made people blush.

In the past, he occasionally heard them when he got up at night and thought it was noisy. But now he had a different idea.

Just the thought of listening to his mother moan while jerking off was enough to make him feel excited.

He pulled off his underwear, revealing the limp piece of flesh between his legs, and felt his lower body starting to stir.

But... why is it so quiet?

Xiao Wei frowned. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed his ear to the door.

That move was somewhat risky. For one, it was easy to make unnecessary noise. For another, if something happened, it wouldn’t be easy to retreat in time. But to figure out what was going on inside, he couldn’t care less.

At the very least, he needed to know whether his parents hadn’t started yet or had already gone to sleep.

The instant his ear touched the door panel, a muffled conversation drifted into his eardrums, and Xiao Wei perked up.

Looks like they haven’t started yet.

Inside the room, the couple lay in bed, chatting idly.

"Honey, I don’t want you going on business trips all the time. It’s too hard on you," Yang Yimin said, leaning against her husband’s chest, her tone a little plaintive.

"Mm. Let’s stick it out for another two years. By then I can apply for a less busy post, and then I’ll just wait for retirement," Wang Quanbin replied, rubbing his hands over his wife’s body as he spoke.

"Two years... that’s still so long."

"It’ll go fast. When I’m home every day by then, don’t get sick of me."

"How could I... ngh!"

Yang Yimin felt a large hand slip into her nightgown and gently pinch one of the buds on her chest.

Then the palm opened and covered a patch of soft flesh, her breasts beginning to change shape under the kneading.

Her husband’s breathing behind her turned rougher, and a wave of warm breath brushed against the back of her neck, tickling her.

"Honey, I want to do it."

Wang Quanbin’s request came at just the right time.

Yang Yimin hadn’t really wanted to do this tonight, but thinking of how long her husband had been holding back, she didn’t want to refuse him.

After all, if not for last night’s experience, she might have been even more sexually desperate by now.

At the thought of that, she turned around, wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, kissed his lips, and softly answered, "Mm."

Wang Quanbin looked at that face that seemed to stay forever young, then slowly lowered his head, took one of her red lips into his mouth, and gently sucked on it.

A faint smell of tobacco drifted into Yang Yimin’s nose. That familiar scent stirred her desire again, and she began to respond to his kisses. As their lips intertwined over and over, the sound of mutual sucking gradually filled the room.

On the other side of the door, Xiao Wei finally heard something and was thrilled. His right hand unconsciously moved down to his groin, gripping the twitching piece of meat there.

Inside the room, the two bodies that had been apart for so long overlapped, their clothes somehow already gone.

Wang Quanbin kissed his way down his wife’s neck with his lips, nuzzling her soft breasts until they changed shape, and finally landed on the tiny point of crimson at the top.

"Ah!"

Yang Yimin let out a wonderfully sweet cry, both hands immediately wrapping around the back of her husband’s head as she gave soft moans under his licking.

Maybe because her breasts were so full, the flesh itself wasn’t especially sensitive. Instead, the nipples seemed to draw in all the nerves around them, absurdly sensitive, so that even a light touch sent electricity zapping through her entire body and made her tremble.

Having been her husband for more than ten years, Wang Quanbin naturally knew his wife’s weak points. Right now he was licking with even greater vigor, occasionally taking a suck, and that would bring a string of soul-stirring moans from her.

Outside the door, Xiao Wei listened to the stop-and-start moans from the room and wanted nothing more than to rush in and press himself to his mother’s mouth. He bitterly blamed the house’s excellent soundproofing.

He gripped the masturbator in one hand while the other was already rubbing between his thighs, the meat in his palm growing restless.

Inside the room, Wang Quanbin released the nipple he’d sucked erect, then slowly began to thrust his lower body. The glans pressed against his wife’s soft, tender pussy, and a wave of pleasure shot up through his lower back, igniting a little flame in his lower abdomen.

He rose to his knees on the bed. Looking at the sparkling sheen around the edge of that pretty little sex in front of him, he reached out and took hold of his cock.

The moment his palm closed around it, he knew something was off.

Looking down, Wang Quanbin found his cock hanging half-hard, half-soft between his thighs, as if it still wasn’t ready to charge.

Age really didn’t spare anyone...

A bitter expression crossed Wang Quanbin’s face. He tried to push into his wife like that, but the opening remained tightly shut and kept rejecting him.

"Honey?"

After a few more tries, Yang Yimin also noticed the abnormality below and looked up at her husband.

Seeing her flushed face, still clearly aroused, Wang Quanbin felt even more bitter. He didn’t want his wife to suffer the torment of desire, so he raised his right hand and said softly, "Honey, let me help you with my fingers."

Unexpectedly, his wife looked as if she had heard something terrifying and suddenly grabbed his arm to stop him. "No!"

Yang Yimin’s expression was complicated. Her voice was weak, but her attitude was firm as she refused him. "Honey, don’t use your hands..."

Wang Quanbin gave his wife a puzzled look. Seeing the wet slit beneath him, he hesitated for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and bending down to bring his head between her thighs. "All right."

His husband’s face slowly sank into her sex. The hot breath he exhaled brushed across Yang Yimin’s pussy, stirring a strange, nervous anticipation in her.

She no longer stopped him, only covered her face in embarrassment. She had never experienced her husband’s mouth before.

It was not until that snake-like, agile tongue scraped across the edge of her cunt, bringing with it a familiar, tingling itch, that Yang Yimin suddenly widened her eyes. The flush on her face was instantly replaced by panic, and a short scream burst from her lips:

"Ah!!"

Outside, Xiaowei finally heard the night’s first clear cry. He couldn’t help opening his mouth and gasping, already imagining his mother’s pussy being stretched open and entered.

His lust flared hot. His eyes went red, and he rubbed harder and harder at his lower body, his cock stirring under his palm.

Hmm?

No, that was wrong...

Why was it still only stirring?

Xiaowei looked down at the listless little brother between his legs, his face changing in shock.

'I’m impotent!?'

"I’m only eighteen! How can I already not work!?"

At that moment, he wanted to grab his little brother and shake it hard, tell it not to sleep and wake the hell up, but the situation was too sensitive, so he could only force the impulse down.

He then looked at the stroker, thinking back to last night’s frenzy, and the shock in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sudden realization.

'It must’ve been too rough last night. Even my iron body can’t take that...'

After one last glance at the bedroom door, Xiaowei pulled up his briefs and left in a desolate huff, muttering words like "health," "restraint," and "future" under his breath in a way no one could make sense of.

Inside the room, Wang Quanbin looked at his wife after she abruptly pulled back, confused. "What’s wrong? Does it hurt?"

Yang Yimin forced herself to endure the fear, swallowing back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes. She shook her head and begged, "Honey, I don’t want any more. Let’s go to sleep."

Wang Quanbin stared at her face for a few seconds, then relented. "All right."

The two lay back down. Yang Yimin burrowed her head into her husband’s chest and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Swaddled in the strong sense of safety that came from the man she loved, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Quanbin gently stroked her hair, but a trace of doubt lingered in his eyes for a long time without fading. Only when the growing drowsiness became impossible to resist did he finally close his eyes.

The moment he drifted off, he suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.