Chapter 6: The Peak of Pleasure Is Squirting

The next day.

Yang Yimin went to work early in the morning because she had taken three days off in a row and her boss had called to lecture her.

That was how things were in private companies. Even though it was your own paycheck getting docked when you took leave, it still felt as if you were inflicting some huge loss on management. They not only approved time off grudgingly, they also didn’t want you gone too long.

It was only because she had slept soundly the night before and her body hadn’t shown any problems that Yang Yimin dared to go out with confidence. Otherwise, with her temper, she might have argued with them over the phone.

With the lioness of the house gone, Xiaowei, who had been bullied for days, finally had a chance to catch his breath.

Although his mom had still assigned him homework over WeChat and told him to study properly, there was always someone tall enough to hold up the sky if it fell.

The moment she left, he immediately started urging his dad to take him out for a spin.

Wang Quanbin was soft-hearted by nature. Even though he was already in his fifties, he still spent the whole daying his eldest son.

They played arcade games in the morning and went to the sports hall to play basketball in the afternoon.

Even though he was exhausted, he was genuinely happy and quite enjoyed the father-son time.

On the way home, Xiaowei was thinking about how to pin the blame for his unfinished homework on his dad when he heard his father cough and ask, “Son, you said yesterday... your mom was sick?”

“Huh?”

Xiaowei froze for a second before remembering that he really had said that last night. The dead memory attacked him all over again, and he immediately started pouring out his grievances to his dad. “That’s right! My mom is sick, seriously sick! She’s got some disease that makes her feel awful unless she’s bullying her son! Dad, you have no idea...”

Wang Quanbin’s lips curled slightly. He interrupted his son and asked, “Then... has your mom been acting strange lately?”

“Strange...” Xiaowei thought about it for a while and answered carefully, “...Not really. She’s just as lazy as ever, and just as irritable, and lazy.”

Then he looked at his father in confusion. “Why are you asking?”

That stumped Wang Quanbin. He pretended to cough, lifted his thermos, and started drinking water. Father and son fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, Wang Quanbin finally reminded his son, “If you notice your mom acting strange in the future, remember to tell your dad.”

He wasn’t actually suspicious that his wife had cheated. He was just feeling uneasy.

After all, his body wasn’t what it used to be, and he was away on business all year round. Leaving behind such a beautiful wife, still in her prime and full of desire, made this kind of concern perfectly natural.

And as her husband, he couldn’t and shouldn’t let her know he was thinking that way, so going through his son was the best option.

After saying that, Wang Quanbin began his tactical water break again to hide his feelings.

Xiaowei turned it over in his head and understood what his dad was getting at. He found it a little funny, but he didn’t want to embarrass him, so he simply didn’t answer.

Then he noticed the little red berries floating in the thermos. “Dad, what’s that?”

“Mm... goji berries.”

“Let me have a sip too.”

When they got home, Yang Yimin had already finished work. A day on the job didn’t seem to tire her out; in fact, she looked even more energetic than the father and son who had spent the whole day out.

That fit Xiaowei’s usual impression of his mom perfectly - always full of energy, unless she had stayed up late watching shows.

But since they were home, there was no way to avoid a round of arguing over homework he hadn’t touched at all, and it ended with Xiaowei being chased back to his room.

“If you didn’t write it during the day, then you’ll make it up tonight.” - Yang Yimin, in full ruthless mode.

Dinner was just like yesterday: a warm scene of husband and wife being affectionate, with their son as the exception, only for Wang Quanbin’s phone call halfway through to break it.

“What? You have to leave again tomorrow?”

Yang Yimin’s tone was clearly displeased.

“The manager over there was in a car accident. He’s still lying in the hospital, so the company has to send me over to cover the mess...”

Wang Quanbin sounded helpless, his face full of apology.

Yang Yimin said nothing after that, just kept her head down eating. The father and son beside her were even less likely to make a sound.

After a long while, Yang Yimin lifted her face and asked again, “What time is the flight?”

“The company booked a six a.m. flight...”

After Wang Quanbin said that, not another person made a sound for the rest of dinner. Xiaowei endured the oppressive atmosphere through the meal, and only when he ran back to his room did he feel like he could breathe normally again.

Naturally he was reluctant to see his dad leave again, but after so many years of living in a boarding situation, he had already gotten used to being away from family, so he wasn’t as emotionally obvious as his mom.

Of course, there was another factor - on the first night after his dad came home, his parents would inevitably go at each other hard after being separated for so long. So on the last night before his dad left, would they do it again because they were about to part?

Needless to say, that was very likely.

Xiaowei was still brooding over the fact that he hadn’t gotten hard last night, and now he suddenly realized there was another chance tonight. He couldn’t even tell whether, right now, he felt more reluctant to see his dad leave or more excited about the possibility.

He endured the tangled mix of emotions for a long while before he saw his father push open the door and come in.

Wang Quanbin still had an apologetic look on his face, as if he had just finished coaxing his wife.

He took a proper look around his son’s room, letting his gaze pause on the pink bedsheets before looking at Xiaowei. “Son...”

“Stop.”

Xiaowei raised a hand. “Dad, let’s not do the sentimental thing between father and son. If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”

“Mm...” Wang Quanbin rubbed his nose, his expression gradually turning serious. “Xiaowei, you’re already a grown man.”

“Your dad isn’t home much and work keeps me busy, so a lot of the time I can’t really look after your mom.”

“In daily life, you should keep in touch with her more, and don’t let her get too lonely. If she runs into anything, you have to protect her.”

“And if you ever notice something doesn’t feel right, remember to te...”

Hearing that his father was about to repeat the same old line again, Xiaowei hurriedly cut him off. “Dad, don’t worry. With my mom’s terrible personality, no one except you could ever handle her!”

Realizing his little scheme had been seen through by his son, Wang Quanbin felt both awkward and relieved.

He told his son to keep studying, then left the room, walked over to the dining table, lifted the thermos, and drank all the goji berries in one gulp before heading off to the other battlefield of the night.

This was a battle tied to a middle-aged man’s dignity, and also a crucial fight for whether he could leave home in peace.

...

Yang Yimin was lying on her side on the bed, facing the edge, ignoring her husband after he came in and lay down behind her, as if she were still sulking.

Only when those familiar big hands wrapped around her did she let out a soft sigh and used her soft, full ass to shove hard against her husband’s lower abdomen as one last outlet for her frustration.

“Wife, let’s do it!”

Wang Quanbin pressed his crotch against her plush backside and shamelessly leaned close to her ear and said that.

That was how sex worked for a long-married couple - simple and direct. One “let’s do it” was the start of a fierce battle.

“No way!”

Yang Yimin wriggled on purpose and refused him.

Of course Wang Quanbin could hear the playful resistance hidden under her rejection. He laughed, and his hands went straight into her nightgown, climbing up onto two proud mounds.

He planned to attack his wife’s weak point directly and use it to wake the lust inside that lush body.

For the past decade or so, this move had never failed him. No matter what state his wife was in, as long as he kneaded her nipples once, this lovely woman would soon be gasping and surrendering.

Sure enough, the moment his fingers pinched those two tender buds, he saw her entire body stiffen with tension, and her breathing instantly turned quick and shallow.

Yang Yimin hurriedly reached out and pressed over the two hands that were about to cause trouble through her nightgown, then used her hip to shove her husband and scolded, “Are you trying to kill me? What time is it? What if the boy hears?”

Wang Quanbin had already prepared his answer. Without rushing, he said, “You know perfectly well how good the soundproofing on this house’s doors is. I picked them out myself at the home improvement market back then.”

“You old lecher. You had soundproof doors installed just for this kind of thing... mm!”

While twirling his fingers, Wang Quanbin grinned. “Isn’t it just because my wife is too sensitive and always can’t help making a sound?”

As he spoke, he looked at his wife, who kept letting out little kittenlike moans as her gaze grew hazy, and couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her.

That kiss seemed to last a century.

By the time their lips finally parted with that sticky thread between them, Yang Yimin’s face was already flushed red, and her clear eyes were covered in a layer of mist, the desire in them so thick it seemed ready to drip.

Wang Quanbin withdrew his hands from her nipples, brushed back the short hair on her forehead, and kissed her smooth brow.

He studied that face carefully - a face that looked as though it had been meticulously polished by a master craftsman. The brow was gentle and graceful, the almond eyes bright and lively, the nose delicate and alluring, the lips moist and rosy.

He had seen this face countless times, and every time he still couldn’t help but be moved by it, especially now.

Whenever that face was flushed with lust, Wang Quanbin felt genuine pride. This face belonged to him alone, this body belonged to him alone, this desire belonged to him alone.

A flame even hotter than last night rose from his lower abdomen. He lifted the buttons of her nightgown with both hands and unfastened them one by one until two blindingly white mounds were exposed.

On those breasts, filling his vision, each one had a bright red areola, slightly larger than a coin and already swollen from stimulation, with a little flesh bead about the size of a pinky knuckle standing proudly at the center, like bait casting out a spell that made people want to bite down on it.

Unfortunately, they appeared for only a few seconds before being covered by a pair of soft hands.

“No... turn off the light first.”

Yang Yimin covered her areolas with both hands, pressing out a more and more tempting curve, yet her mouth still refused him.

“Tonight... I want the light on.”

Wang Quanbin asked in a voice that was almost a pant.

“No!”

Yang Yimin’s brows lifted slightly. Her eyes, shimmering with ripples, tilted up as her little face took on a pitiful pleading look. “Husband... turn off the light.”

Wang Quanbin could only sigh and answer, “Okay.” He couldn’t resist his wife when she looked like that.

The light vanished, and the room turned dim and hazy. That tempting body slipped into the darkness and could no longer be seen clearly. All that remained in his field of vision were the two rosy areolas at the center of those full breasts, and the nipples above them that still faintly showed a touch of red.

With the visual stimulation gone, Wang Quanbin felt the lower half of his body, which had just gone hard, starting to soften, and he hurriedly bent down to take one of those pink nipples into his mouth and lick it.

If there was no visual stimulation, then he would add a bit of auditory teasing instead.

Breathy, aroused moans quickly filled the entire room.

And outside the room, an ear was pressed against Wang Quanbin’s supposedly solid door, listening intently to the alluring low cries coming from inside.

The sound of his mom moaning was completely different from how she sounded in everyday conversation. Not only was it several notes higher, the tone was also more delicate, more winding, and more seductive.

Xiaowei had already heard it once last night, but he still had a question in his heart: how could the same little mouth sound so sharp and cutting when she was talking in her normal tone, yet turn so soft and alluring in bed?

Women really were strange creatures. The contrast between bed and no bed was so huge that it was impossible to tell which face was their real one.

Which one was his mom’s real face?

Was this woman, now making those shameless sounds, the real her?

Xiaowei couldn’t guess, but he believed it was.

Unknowingly, the word mom had already become seasoning for his desire. It no longer mixed with worldly morality. It left behind only a trace of forbidden stimulation, feeding the fire in his lust.

Xiaowei loosened his underwear, which was already tented up, adjusted his cock to a comfortable angle, and continued to press his ear to the door, listening.

He was still waiting, waiting for his mom to give the signal to attack, waiting for that horn blast that could pierce the door.

Inside the bedroom, Wang Quanbin licked and played between the two nipples for a while. The rolling waves of flesh were making it a little hard for him to breathe, so he cupped one breast in both hands and gathered the flattened hills back into peaks, making the buds on top stand out even more as he fixed them by his mouth and licked them intently.

That was a bit much for Yang Yimin. How could nipples that sensitive take such stimulation? Electric currents raced through her body, and the low moans in her mouth suddenly rose sharply.

“Ugh... ahhh...”

Her two hands pressed against the back of her husband’s head, sometimes pushing hard, sometimes grabbing and tugging at his hair, using that to resist the ever-increasing trembling inside her.

Her chin lifted high, her half-open mouth unable to close. She looked in pain, yet her eyes were shut tight, and the curve at the corners made it seem like she was savoring pleasure.

In just over ten seconds, she couldn’t take it anymore and started begging:

“Stop licking... stop licking.”

Wang Quanbin acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing and kept circling the tip of her nipple with his tongue.

No man dislikes having his wife beg under him, and Wang Quanbin especially liked it. Such moans were proof that he still had his old skill.

Only when his wife’s pleading voice picked up a distinct whimper did he pull back his numb tongue and look up at that seductive, misty-eyed face. “Wife, does it feel good?”

Yang Yimin spread her arms weakly as if completely drained, nodded faintly, and answered with a pant, “Mm.”

That one response was more effective than any aphrodisiac. Wang Quanbin instantly felt blood rushing to his face, and his lower body tightened as if he had returned to his younger days.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes in a few quick movements, bared his wife below the waist, pressed his cock against the already wet pussy, and shouted, “Wife, I’m coming in!”

His four-inch cock slowly squeezed open the tightly closed passage, inch by inch, and entered its rightful territory. Familiar soft flesh wrapped around him layer by layer, and Wang Quanbin couldn’t help but marvel once again that his wife’s vagina was always so tight.

Outside the door, Xiaowei hadn’t expected the first clear sound of the night to come from his dad, so he froze for a moment before being carried away by his mom’s faint moaning.

The volume of the moans seemed a little lower, but they now had a rhythm to them, the beautiful cadence a woman couldn’t help making when being pounded.

Xiaowei slipped off his underwear, grabbed his cock, which was already hard enough to hurt, and pumped it hard twice to ease some of the accumulated heat. Then he raised the airplane cup in his other hand and slowly brought it to his mouth.

“Mm... ah...”

Yang Yimin wrapped her arms around her husband’s back and felt the cock inside her twitching. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, the pace neither too fast nor too slow. There was no brutal thrusting that made her nearly lose her breath, and no rough pounding that made her feel dull pain in her core.

Everything was so familiar, so reassuring.

At that moment, she suddenly wanted to cry. She wanted to burst out loud in this familiar tenderness, but she didn’t dare, afraid her husband would notice something was off.

Mixed emotions and pleasure surged up inside her. She tightened her arms around him and pressed his chest against her own, whispering in his ear, “Husband, I love you.”

Wang Quanbin didn’t answer. He simply looked at his wife with deep affection, then lowered his head once more and kissed those red lips, turning her soft moans into muffled groans.

In her husband’s endless tenderness, Yang Yimin slowly closed her eyes. Between lip and lip, tongue and tongue, a few lovely little hums kept slipping out, marking the trembling of her body whenever the cock hit a spot of itch deep inside.

Then, suddenly, a shallow nasal sound mixed into the muffled rhythm.

“Mm!”

She snapped her eyes open. Most of the desire in her gaze faded, replaced by confusion, and then in the very next second, by panic.

A snake! No, a tongue!

That tongue! It was here again! It was licking her lower body!

The safer she had felt a moment ago, the more terrified she became the next. The violent swing in emotions made Yang Yimin’s brain stall for several seconds. When she came back to herself, tears were already gathering in her eyes.

She looked at her husband’s face only inches away, desperately holding back the tears from spilling over, forcing herself to keep kissing him naturally, praying only that this nightmare would end soon and that she wouldn’t expose anything unusual.

Once, twice... the tongue skillfully scraped over every tender patch around the pussy, then paused at the entrance and drew circles there. Waves of unbearable itch and ache shot through her lower body, and Yang Yimin couldn’t help clamping her thighs shut. Thankfully, her husband’s waist and abdomen were between them, so it looked as if she were responding to the thrusting inside her.

The tongue stopped circling and instead pressed against the entrance from time to time, nudging into the passage and bouncing happily at that strip of the opening. That made the tender passage keep tightening, drawing another round of moans from her husband.

“Wife, you’re getting tighter again.”

Her husband’s teasing voice came to her ear. Normally that would have made her blush with embarrassment. Now it only made her afraid.

The teasing at the entrance and the thrusting inside the passage spread together through her lower body, making her mind tremble wildly and her scalp go numb. Not screaming out loud was already the result of her holding back with all her might.

But although she could hold back the moans, she could not stop the gathering pleasure inside her.

She felt like she was about to come.

Yang Yimin had never resisted orgasm this fiercely before. She couldn’t imagine what kind of disgraceful reaction she would have if she came right now.

But her body no longer seemed to listen to her. The walls inside were clenching tighter and tighter, slick wetness was being secreted faster and faster, and her ass was slowly lifting off the bed, arching slightly upward and swaying with each impact.

No... impossible...

The tongue worked harder and harder. The pussy squeezed out a sticky, slippery fluid as her husband pumped into her, making filthy squelching sounds.

Can’t... don’t... at least not now!

The pleasure kept building, and the signs of climax grew clearer and clearer. She could only grip the bedsheets with both hands, grit her teeth, hold her breath, and let her face turn red with strain. She fought the pleasure almost like self-harm, using the pain of suffocation to draw a line inside herself, as if she were warning her body with a desperate, mutually destructive measure: do not cross this, do not continue.

But the more she endured, the more she wanted.

The pleasure gathered into a sea, crashing against her lower body like a towering wave. In an instant it shattered the defensive line and swallowed her whole, ignoring her cries.

Just as her ass kept lifting higher and the flesh of her pussy began trembling at high frequency, about to clench violently, the tongue suddenly vanished.

Just like when it had appeared, it came without warning and left without warning, leaving only the dripping, wet pussy trembling on its own, opening and closing twice like an unfinished little mouth.

Yang Yimin let out a long breath. As she finally relaxed, a faint disappointment inevitably rose in her heart.

But before she could even process that feeling, in the next second, another hard cock pressed against her pussy.

She didn’t even have time to react. The moment her eyes widened, she felt the cock impatiently push open the entrance and ram itself inside.

The glans, in a posture that could only be described as brutal, forcefully shoved open layer after layer of soft flesh, slamming heavily into the center of her tender bud.

“No... ahhh!!”

Yang Yimin could no longer hold it back. A cry that was half sigh and half scream burst from her mouth, the sound filled with panic yet also carrying a few traces of a release-like surrender. If you listened closely, you could even catch a hint of surprise, as if she had finally gotten what she had wanted.

Outside, Xiaowei let out a breath, feeling waves of familiar relief rolling through his cock as he gripped the stroker in his right hand and started pumping hard.

Ever since he’d slipped in, Mom’s moans had shot up in pitch so much that you could hear them without pressing an ear to the door anymore. That saved him a lot of trouble, letting him loosen up and swing his arm with big, sweeping motions without worrying about making noise by accident.

He also noticed that her seductive cries matched the rhythm of his thrusts with startling precision.

Every time he drove all the way to the base, the glans of his cock bulging the stroker out of shape, Mom would let out a filthy cry in response, and when he pulled out a length, drawing a trail of slick with him, she would fall silent for a moment and get ready for the next cry.

That back-and-forth rhythm of one pushing in and one pulling out made Xiaowei feel as if he were really fucking Mom, and the stroker swallowing his cock had turned into her cunt, gushing juice under his pounding.

The result was his excitement only kept climbing as he swung his arm wider and harder, making the stroker squeak obscenely.

In the bedroom, Wang Quanbin also noticed something was off about his wife.

Although she had her head tipped back, both hands clawing and grabbing at the bedsheets, her hips bucking in little thrusts as if she were being fucked senseless, her cries were completely out of sync with his rhythm.

Was she acting?

Was she putting on an act, trying to spare his feelings by pretending to be really turned on and really satisfied?

He was moved, but he still felt his dignity had been wounded. He admitted he was no longer young, but he could not accept his wife deliberately humoring him in bed.

Sex should not be one-sided pleasure. It should be pleasure for both of them.

He would make her come with his real skills!

Wang Quanbin immediately summoned up the last of his strength, hoisted his wife’s two white thighs onto his shoulders, pressed his whole body down onto her, and no longer spared the tender pussy beneath him as he rammed into her savagely.

Drawing his cock back until only the glans remained inside, he drove it brutally back into her cunt again and again, their lower bodies slapping together in a rapid series of wet, fleshy pops.

"Ah... ahh!"

Yang Yimin’s little hands clenched the sheets hard, dragging up a huge fold of fabric.

Slowly lifting her head, she looked in disbelief at the place where the two of them were joined, her eyes wide with shock, as if she too were startled by her husband’s sudden burst of intensity.

Only she knew what her cunt was enduring right now. Two cocks were driving in and out with sweeping force, the flesh inside her being rubbed raw every second, and the fierce pleasure made her unable to hold herself back, her cries turning ragged.

Amid the relentless popping sounds, Wang Quanbin saw his wife moaning more and more openly, her rhythm gradually syncing with his, and his heart swelled with boundless pride as he fucked her even harder.

Outside the door, Xiaowei only felt his mother’s cries rising and rising until they seemed close to punching through the door, but their rhythm no longer matched his own, and he suddenly felt as if something had been taken away from him, so he started pumping the stroker with even more ferocity.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The father and son, separated by only a door, were somehow perfectly in sync as they both increased the force of their thrusting, as if competing in some kind of contest for the right to make the woman in the bed scream.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Yang Yimin’s cries were completely out of control now. After such relentless lewd moaning, she had even forgotten to breathe and was starting to have trouble catching her breath.

She didn’t know which cock she should answer or which thrust she should respond to; all she knew was that the two rods inside her were growing more and more savage.

The two of them shoulder to shoulder, advancing and retreating with almost no pattern, yet each one heavier and more forceful than the last, locking together with perfect, seamless timing and churning her insides like a storm, pounding her cunt so hard that it trembled wildly and made her wantonness impossible to hide.

Their violent, high-speed thrusting left her unable to keep up, and the unprecedented pleasure overwhelmed her so completely she could only drift like a tiny boat in a tsunami, crying obscenely along with the raging storm.

In a daze, she felt as if she somehow had two pussies at once, one being whipped and pumping juice under her husband, the other having turned into some kind of toy, held in someone’s hand and abused until it kept deforming.

The two pussies were being fucked crazy at the same time, both sending wave after wave of exquisite, maddening pleasure through her cunt, creating a fierce rush that was greater than the sum of its parts and gathering at a speed far beyond anything before.

In less than a minute, that pleasure had piled up to the limit, then surged upward in a more ferocious flood, carrying her to the top of the mountain and exploding into a dazzling firework.

Yang Yimin’s cries suddenly stopped, as if they had been caught in her throat. Her throat worked convulsively, a swollen pressure building up as though something were about to burst out.

The lewd cries echoing through the bedroom abruptly fell silent, leaving the focus on her head thrown back, her stiffened body, and the waist and hips she was trying to lift but which her husband pinned down hard, only allowing them to twitch twice.

"Hiss!"

Wang Quanbin felt the cunt beneath him clamp down all at once, layer upon layer of tender flesh wrapping around his cock and writhing inward in a strange rhythm, producing a suction that seemed ready to drag his lower body straight into her depths.

"W- wifey... don’t suck!"

A sour ache shot up through his lower back and nearly made Wang Quanbin lose it then and there, but even after holding out through that wave, his wife’s cunt kept writhing nonstop, and he realized he was not far from coming.

Driven by primitive desire, he bulged his eyes and started thrusting again without restraint.

The cock struggled free of the wrapping flesh, pulled out a short distance despite the suction, then slammed back in hard. After a few back-and-forths, inertia had him speeding up with every stroke.

Xiaowei could feel the stroker’s inner walls clutching at him too, but the difference was that his cock was buried at the deepest point, with a little mouth wrapped around the glans and sucking hard, as if it wanted to draw his soul straight out through the slit, almost opening the floodgates of his climax on the spot.

He bit back the urge to piss himself, the muscles in his arm bulging as he hauled the glans free of that reluctant little mouth and slammed it back in again. After a few more times, he punished it until it no longer had the strength to suck, then let out a muffled growl and started his final sprint.

Yang Yimin was so absorbed in the explosive pleasure that she didn’t even notice her breathing had stalled until the two cocks inside her moved at the same time and jolted her back to awareness.

Her mind became active again, but her body was still nowhere near recovering; every time her cunt was driven deep, another blast of pleasure just as intense as the last ripped through her.

"Ghk... ghk..."

Her rigid body was fucked even more rigid, her choked throat forced open a crack, but all she could do was exhale, each impact squeezing out a series of bubble-like bursts of sound.

There was nowhere for the fierce pleasure to go, and the agony of suffocation swept over her entire body.

She wanted to make the two cocks stop so she could catch her breath, but she could not make a sound; she wanted the flesh of her cunt to stop tightening, wanted her body to stop locking up, but she could not control it.

Just when she thought she might die from how unbearable it felt, the almost stiffened flesh inside her canal suddenly went soft, as if moved by the cocks’ relentless pounding, no longer resisting, letting their pace of coming and going grow faster and faster.

Where one part was alive, every part came alive.

The instant she regained control of her body, Yang Yimin drew in a sharp breath, and a low whistling note escaped her throat.

The suffocation eased away, and just as she felt alive again, a pleasure bomb swollen to a round shape suddenly exploded, jolting her all over.

Then, as if a chain reaction had been triggered, more and more bombs floated up and linked into a sea, one after another beginning to tremble.

Yang Yimin seemed to realize something; her eyes widened to their limit, her mouth just starting to open before the suddenly bursting sea of pleasure swallowed her whole.

"Ahhh! Stop! Stop it! Ahhh!"

The pleasure bombs exploded one after another, then kept forming under the merciless thrusting of the two cocks. The nonstop detonations of pleasure made her body convulse almost uncontrollably, her cries sharp and shrill and even carrying a trace of agony.

Her head whipped violently from side to side, the short hair snapping against her cheeks with crackling slaps, tears that had filled her eyes flying everywhere, while two shimmering trails of wetness spread from the corners of her mouth.

"No more! I don’t want it anymore, ahhh!"

Yang Yimin was nearly losing her mind. She felt as if she was climaxing every second, trapped in an endless hell of orgasmic release, pleasure turning into a cruel torment that savagely tested the limits of her senses, her shrill cries already thick with pleading.

But the two cocks were like emotionless machines; no matter how she begged, not only did they become even rougher in their thrusting, their shafts also swelled larger and larger, sending wave after wave of intense, maddening pleasure so dense it nearly broke her.

The pleasure building inside her without fully bursting kept piling higher and higher. In a daze, she sensed a giant bomb slowly taking shape, carrying within it some unimaginable and terrifying power.

Her wife’s cries drilled into Wang Quanbin’s ears, making his mind tremble, but no man could stop at a moment like this. He could only force himself to go faster, and faster still, desperate to get his semen out of his body. In reality that meant he was shoving his hips with all his might, as if he wanted to bury both balls inside her.

Xiaowei’s eyes were red, his arm a blur of afterimages as one painful, filthy cry after another punched through the door. In his mind, a blissfully twisted face naturally took shape, starkly different from the mother he saw every day, and it drove him to a fever pitch. Without needing orders from his brain, his body thrust harder and harder on its own, chasing the final release.

"Wifey... I’m about to cum!"

Wang Quanbin’s nearly moaning warning reached her ears, but Yang Yimin, already so stimulated that her mind was a blur, had no time to analyze what it meant. She simply grabbed his arm on instinct and, while screaming, shouted in a panic, "Hold me tight! Hold me tight!"

A pair of big hands slipped around from beneath her shoulders, pinning her delicate collarbones in place. She quickly lifted both arms to wrap tightly around her husband’s back, her fingers digging hard into his flesh and drawing a pained howl from him.

The thrusting was nearing its end but only grew more savage, and amid the denser and denser bombardment of pleasure, Yang Yimin felt something coming, though she did not know what it was. She felt as if she was about to become strange, yet had no idea what the consequences would be.

The fear of the unknown made her tremble, but she also could not stop herself from feeling curious about that giant bomb already formed in her body, wanting to see what it was exactly.

In the dark, a voice seemed to warn her that if it exploded, she would never be able to go back.

But she had already lost control of her body. She could only vent her pleasure through her screams and beg for mercy through her cries, while the fingers dug into her husband’s back had at some point let go and instead started clawing at the messy short hair on her head, until she felt one cock deliver its final stabbing thrust and hold tightly against the center of her flower, the brutal force deforming her cervix and nearly punching through into her womb.

Scalding semen burst out along the center of her flower in one spurt after another, and with every jet her cunt clamped down hard, until she was stiff all over again and the knot in her throat locked up once more. Her eyeballs rolled back, leaving a vast field of white visible--

"Uwaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

A string of strange cries rose from low to high out of Yang Yimin’s wide-open mouth. Her head snapped back until the crown of it pressed against the mattress, and with the final scream, her body suddenly exploded with unimaginable force. Her waist and hips jerked upward, flipping her husband, who had been pressing down on her, straight into a kneeling sit. Her tightened cunt spat the cock inside with a wet pop, and a plume of clear, violent fluid followed immediately after, shooting from her pussy along with the arched body pushed to its limit, the stream tracing a thin curve from her husband’s abdomen all the way up to his face.

The spray was fierce but brief. Very quickly, the cunt he’d raised to his face emptied out, and the body hanging in the air gave two hard, helpless shudders before collapsing back onto the bed, sending another wave of rippling softness through her curves.

Wang Quanbin was stunned by the sight before him. It took him a long moment to react. He wiped the liquid from his face and looked at his wife, who had gone limp in a heap, not even bothering to regret the semen that had landed on the sheets. Instead, he felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.

They had been married for more than ten years, and this was the first time he had ever fucked his wife until she squirted!

Her still-twitching tender cunt gaped open in the dim light, flashing wetly, as if some remaining slick were still seeping out. Her whole crotch and most of one side of her ass were slick with moisture, proof of just how intense the battle had been.

Wang Quanbin stroked his wife’s still-twitching little belly, then bent down and brushed the hair off her forehead, revealing a pair of eyes that looked hollow and empty from sheer exhaustion. A wicked smile curled at his lips.

"Wifey, you’re so slutty!"

Yang Yimin felt as though her soul had been shattered by an unprecedented explosion of pleasure. Countless fragments spun around in her mind for a few turns, leaving her dizzy and dazed, then were sucked down by her lower body. Her body was opened up by pathways of joy bursting through her, and in the end all of it squeezed out of her cunt in one rush, bringing with it an exquisite feeling of swelling numbness and aching ecstasy.

This was true out-of-body experience.

The extreme detonation had forcibly widened the boundaries of what she could endure, and this never-before-felt experience had brutally raised her threshold for pleasure.

So this was what it meant to never go back?

She didn’t want to go back.

In fact, she wanted to feel it again, but not now.

For the first time in her life, she was blanked out by the intensity of what she had just experienced. All she wanted now was to sleep, but from somewhere in the distance, a familiar voice seemed to be asking her something.

Asking what?

She did not have the strength to tell, nor the mind to understand.

Whatever that person said, just agree to it...

The corners of Yang Yimin’s half-open mouth curled faintly, forming a vacant little smile.

......

Xiaowei was startled by the liquid suddenly spraying out of the stroker. Fortunately, most of it splashed onto him, and the rest was caught by his underwear, so not too much ran onto the floor.

Once his reason returned, he heard the room fall quiet again. Worried that his parents might come out to shower, he hurriedly cleaned up the traces, slipped back to his bedroom all the way down the hall, wrapped the stroker that was soaked in liquid in a bunch of old clothes, and hid it deep in the closet.

He pulled out a few tissues to dry himself off, then lay back on the bed to savor the relief from earlier.

Mom’s cries were really something...

He really wanted to see what she had looked like then...

Maybe because the night had been too, before long Xiaowei was hugging that wishful thought to himself and drifting off in a daze.

The bedroom gradually fell quiet, broken only by the occasional long, drawn-out breath.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the wardrobe, as if something inside were growing, pressing the clothes together and rubbing them against each other.

Xiaowei muttered a few words in his sleep, rolled over, and kept sleeping.