Life at Chen Xianglian's was rough. Her brother, Chen Tianming, helped a bit, giving her two acres of spare land, but it wasn't much.
A lone woman, no matter how tough, didn't have a dick to hold up the sky. How much could she do? Toiling in the dirt, back to the sun, her hard life left her with just two sagging tits and a decent ass. No wonder Chen Ke dropped out of junior high to hustle in town, eventually turning tricks to feed the family.
"Damn, they're dirt poor!" Long Gen sighed, popping a grape, scheming. "I fucked both mother and daughter—half my women now. Gotta make it up to them somehow."
He strolled into the kitchen where Chen Xianglian was fixing lunch. Poor as they were, no fancy food or wine here. She opened the cupboard—only a few eggs left. Without a thought, she grabbed them, cracking them into a bowl.
"Little Long, what're you doing in here? Go sit, food's almost ready," She said, glancing at him.
Chen Xianglian wasn't dumb. She'd been craving his big rod, and now he was here to fuck. Gotta feed him well, right? Like hiring a farmhand—you skimp on pay, but you better serve good grub. Bed action burns energy; he needed to eat to keep up.
"No worries, just looking," Long Gen said, shaking his head, hands behind his back, frowning as he scanned the sparse kitchen.
"Auntie, times are tough, huh?"
Chen Xianglian froze, nose stinging, tears nearly spilling. With a heavy sigh, she spoke slowly.
"Yeah, tough, but gotta keep going. Little Ke's almost twenty, still unmarried. And a village woman—what do I do if I don't work? Gotta save some cash for when I'm old. You're gonna take care of me?" She gave a bitter, self-mocking smile.
"I fucked you, so I'm responsible," Long Gen said, grabbing a cucumber and biting down. Sweet, crisp, pure—village food was green, way better than pesticide-laced city stuff. Chewing, he asked, "Auntie, you went to school, right? Can you do basic accounting?"
"Huh?" Chen Xianglian blinked, caught off guard. "What's that about? That was years ago; I forgot most of it. But I can still balance a ledger, do small accounts."
"Why? Are you getting married, want me to write your gift list?" She teased.
"Nah, what marriage? I fuck women daily without a wife—tying the knot's a hassle. I'll fuck around a couple more years first," Long Gen said casually. "Just wondering if you'd be interested in the village accountant job. It's open. It's not much, but it's easier than hoeing fields all day. I fucked you, so I'm giving you a perk. What do you think?" He looked at her.
He'd thought about this for a while. Originally, he considered Tian Cuifen or Yang Ying for the job, but Chen Xianglian's family was worse off. Miao Hong had two sons to lean on, so he saved the spot for her.
As for Tian Cuifen and Yang Ying, once his turtle pond was up and running, there'd be plenty of jobs to go around.
Chen Xianglian stopped, trembling, staring at Long Gen. Her eyes reddened, nose twitching, tears ready to fall.
"Hey, Auntie, what's wrong? I ain't bullying you—why the tears?" Long Gen was baffled. Did he say something wrong?
"No, Little Long, I thought you just wanted to fuck me. Didn't expect you to think this far, caring about your auntie. Hell, even my brother never looked out for me like this. Should've helped you back then. Sorry…" She shook her head, sighing.
Long Gen waved it off. He got it. Back then, he'd fucked her but hadn't done much for her. Chen Tianming was her brother—siding with him was natural. Besides, didn't he ruin Chen Tianming anyway?
"No big deal," He said, pausing. "Saw Chen Ke in town. Tell her to quit her city job. It's rough out there. Our village'll grow—you'll see."
He couldn't say Chen Ke was turning tricks; Chen Xianglian might faint from the shock. Their life was hard enough without the stigma of a whore daughter.
"What's she doing in town?" Chen Xianglian wasn't stupid. She'd read some books, and her mind was sharp. She'd noticed her daughter coming home dolled up, dodging questions about her job. Long Gen's words sparked her curiosity.
It was her daughter—she had to know.
"Nothing much, just hard work," Long Gen dodged, stepping closer to grab her sagging ass. Still felt good despite the droop.
Her worn, faded cloth pants outlined her panties—damn tempting.
He squeezed, his fingers sliding under, finding her hot, wet pussy. She must've been thinking of his cock while cooking—already soaked.
"Mmm, stop, Little Long. Tell me what Ke's doing… ugh…" Chen Xianglian clamped her thighs, her ass wiggling to escape his hand.
His fingers were like eels, relentless, teasing her slit, making it gush hotly.
"What's to say? Fuck first, talk later." No stopping now. He lifted her sweatshirt, revealing two sagging melons, dazzlingly white.
Pulling them up, squeezing, they formed a deep cleavage. The dark nipples and areolas weren't great, but her big ass was perfect, rubbing against his hard cock, sending tingles through him.
"Mmm, Little Long, I'm cooking…" She moaned.
"Women at thirty, wolves; at forty, tigers." The saying proved true again. Chen Xianglian was panting, flushed, mumbling incoherently before he even unleashed his full skills.
"Cooking don't stop fucking. I can fuck you in the shower. Come on, Auntie, let's get you naked…" Without another word, he yanked off her clothes and pants. Soon, two naked bodies filled the kitchen with wet sounds.
Rural kitchens were spacious. Chen Xianglian, too poor for a proper living room, had a big, rickety Eight Immortals table. She lay on it, the wood creaking.
Long Gen pulled out the electric boyfriend, spread her legs, revealing a bushy, dark mound. Her pussy was blackened, sagging lips dripping with juice, pulsing with heat.
"Mmm, Little Long, I want… ugh, your big rod… hurry…" Chen Xianglian didn't care anymore—clothes off, what else was there but to fuck?
Her massive tits shook as she grabbed for his cock.
Suddenly, he slipped the finger-sized toy into her hole, cold and slick. Her thighs clamped, but before she could speak, her body jolted, eyes wide.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. The electric hum started.
"Ahhh… no, stop! Little Long, turn it off!" She screamed.
She rolled on the table, white flesh rippling, brows furrowed, sobbing. Her pussy gushed like a broken dam, soaking the table. The rapid vibrations hit her soul like a battering ram.
"Ahh… no, stop… please!" She wailed.
Long Gen chuckled wickedly, prying her legs apart. The electric boyfriend was brutal—her pussy looked washed out, rhythmically squirting white foam with each buzz.
"Hmm, crank it up!" He flicked the switch higher.
"Ahhh!" Chen Xianglian's scream pierced the air.
Whoosh! A hot stream shot out, splattering Long Gen's chest.
"Tch, this thing's wild. Even an old widow can't handle it!" Long Gen marveled. The toy was too damn powerful—look at what it did to her.
"No, no, no!" She howled, her cries so raw the dog outside barked, wondering why its master sounded so fucked.
Seeing she'd had enough, Long Gen pulled out the toy, eyeing her drenched hole. He touched it—sopping wet. Whipping out his cock, he slapped it against her pussy, lubing it up, then thrust.
Schlick! It plunged in like a blade, his scorching rod burning her up like a red-hot poker.
Slap, slap, slap. He pounded her ass, the table creaking in rhythm.
"Ahhh…"
Free of the vibrations, his cock took over, hammering her insides. She screamed again, neck red, voice hoarse.
In the kitchen, their pale bodies tangled, the slap, slap of flesh echoing, relentless and unending…
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