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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 23:18:05 +0000 UTCChapter Thirteen Part 4: Plots, Preparations, and Departure
On the day before our departure, Mom announced to the world that she and her beloved Japanese businessman Yedun Ichiro would fly to Japan for a week-long pre-wedding photoshoot. In front of the cameras, she clung to Yedun’s arm, her face glowing with joy, as if publicly declaring that China’s number one businesswoman had surrendered to a Japanese man!
On the same day, the number one female politician of South China Province, Leng Naixiang, announced that, upon the invitation of Minister Chusheng, she would visit Japan in a private capacity, taking her husband and both daughters with her.
That afternoon, Yedun went to the factory to meet Yamainu Daitake presumably to discuss arrangements while Mom handled business at the company. After mercilessly dressing down the Chinese executives, Mom changed into a red-and-white bodystocking and high heels and went to the top floor.
“My respects, Mr. Da-Chong…” Mom bowed deeply to Dongsheng Group’s senior executive, Da-Chong.
“You’re returning to Japan tomorrow anything else to attend to?” As he spoke, Da-Chong reached out to grope Mom’s ass.
Mom didn’t object, instead arching further back for him.
“How could I possibly arrange things for you, Mr. Da-Chong? I’m only following Anata’s orders I need to find Mr. Fuchong…” Mom gazed at Da-Chong with eyes full of honey.
Hearing Yedun mentioned, Da-Chong quickly released Mom, “Then Madam, please go ahead. Kenichi Fuchong is about to finish work.” Da-Chong lingered, staring at Mom’s gorgeous body, before finally heading to his own office.
With Da-Chong gone, Mom walked to Fuchong’s office, slipping off her stockings along the way, until she stood completely naked outside his door.
“My respects to Master Fuchong…” Mom knelt in the doorway, luscious thick legs pressed together, her fat, beautiful ass in the air.
“Isn’t this the Chinese sow?” Fuchong knew exactly how Mom saw him.
Mom crawled into the office on her knees, kicking the door shut, her love juices dripping down her thighs.
“This sow will be following Anata to Japan tomorrow, so…” She crawled to his feet, deftly undid his belt, and pulled out that thick, black, foul cock.
She couldn’t wait she swallowed the still-soft cock whole, as if tasting the most delicious delicacy on earth.
“This sow wants to keep Master’s semen inside her body…” With that, Mom began savagely sucking Fuchong’s cock.
“Aren’t you afraid Yedun-san will find out?” Fuchong, coward that he was, still feared Yedun.
After ten minutes of sucking, Mom, panting and lascivious, said, “That’s why… Master must keep this sow’s secret…”
Fuchong was driven mad by Mom’s aggressiveness. He circled behind her, grabbed her massive, snow-white rear, eyes bulging, unsure what to do with his hard cock.
Understandingly, Mom reached back, took his thick, hard shaft, and guided it to her sopping wet entrance. With a thrust, he buried his foul meat rod deep in Mom’s tender pussy.
“Ohhh… Master’s filthy cock is so good… so thick, so big… Fuck me harder, Master…” Mom was like a wild beast in heat, begging for a man’s plow.
“Slap slap slap!!!” Fuchong, unmerciful, rammed Mom hard from the start.
“Ahhh… yes… just there… this sow loves Master so much… ahhh…” This was exactly what Mom wanted gentleness simply didn’t suit her.
Fuchong wasn’t skilled at sex positions red-eyed, he grabbed Mom’s waist and drove in deeper, harder, each time more forceful.
Mom was like a lamb in a storm, taking every brutal stroke of that stinking cock.
“So deep… ahhh… Master, so good… god… you’re reaching the womb… ahhh… you’re touching my most secret place… yaahhh…”
“Squelch squelch squelch…”
“Ahh! So good… I’m coming… fucked by Master’s stinking cock… ahhh… so good… I love Master…”
“Squelch squelch squelch…”
“Master is so brave… god… ahhh… my beloved Japanese Master… sow wants… ahhh… wants to be Master’s sow forever… ahhh…”
Fuchong fucked so hard and fast that soon Mom couldn’t speak full sentences, only broken moans.
Maybe he was sweating from the exertion, Fuchong stripped off his shirt and matched Mom in nakedness. Mom could barely keep her legs under her.
Fuchong turned her over, and at last they faced each other Mom blushed even harder at the sight of him, spread her thighs, wrapped them around his waist, while he knelt between them, thrusting and pulling, perfectly synchronized.
“Master… ahhh… this sow… really loves you… ahhh…”
“Even if you marry Yedun-san, aren’t you still my sow?”
“I… ahhh… want to be… ahhh… Master’s sow for life… ahhh…” Suddenly Mom sat up, straddling Fuchong, pressing her enormous tits against his greasy face, matching his upward thrusts with violent drops of her hips.
Fuchong squeezed Mom’s ass, licked her breasts, inhaled her sweet milk scent, and savored the flesh in his hands.
“My Master… ahhh… you’re inside me… ahhh… you’re in my womb… ahhh…”
Fuchong felt every wrinkle in Mom’s flesh tunnel, and as he plunged into her cervix, a spiral of suction gripped him overwhelmed, he fucked even harder.
“Not even Anata has gone so deep… Master is the best… ahhh… this sow can’t take it anymore…” Mom sang in ecstasy, pushing down hard for that extra inch.
“Chinese sow…” Mom’s pussy was truly a treasure every fold like a little tentacle, her passage soft but tough, her entrance generating suction. For any man, she was a once-in-a-lifetime fuck toy.
Fuchong had only had Mom a few times; he knew she was beautiful, high-status, his boss’s property, and that fucking her gave him immense satisfaction. But he’d never truly appreciated the marvel of her cunt until now, and already he was about to cum. He hugged her ass, slammed down, and at the same time rammed up.
At that moment, Mom seemed to read his mind, dropping her hips with all her strength.
Instantly, Fuchong’s foul cock plunged another inch into Mom’s womb.
“Arrghhh!!!” Mom’s whole body trembled.
“This is a woman’s womb? To think I could fill one…”
Normally, a woman’s womb is tiny not only did his cockhead enter completely, it shoved in even further.
Mom had never felt such intense stimulation she seemed almost to leave her body, trembling on the edge of death from bliss, until, five minutes after Fuchong came inside her, she returned to reality.
“Wuuu… wuuu…” Orgasm-drunk, Mom hugged Fuchong, crying, kissing him all over his sweaty, greasy body.
Fuchong’s cock, though spent, remained lodged in her womb; he wanted to pull out but feared hurting her. He was genuinely moved no woman had ever given herself so fully to him. But he didn’t dare show his feelings too much; after all, she was Yedun’s, not his, no matter how much he liked her.
“Master… wuuu… this sow loves you so much… so, so much… wuuu… if someday… Anata is gone… could this sow marry you, Master? Please don’t pull out… this sow wants Master to stay inside forever…” Mom, half-delirious, truly confessed to this ordinary Japanese man.
Fuchong, still on his knees, didn’t speak, his scent-smothered cock wedged in the womb of one of China’s most powerful women. For almost fifteen minutes, his cock stayed inside, not softening at all.
Mom slipped her tongue into Fuchong’s mouth, gazing deeply at this man who had impaled her. “Master is so good… this sow wants to be filled by you forever…”
Only Fuchong’s thick, long cock could remain so deep for so long.
After too long kneeling, his legs ached, and Mom considerately lay down again, though any movement tugged at her womb pleasure and pain intermingled.
Fuchong, looking at Mom’s snow-white, plump body, couldn’t help but kiss her lovingly, even biting her plump breasts hard only Mom and Leng Niang, with their tough, elastic skin, could take such a bite without bleeding. Mom, legs spread, thighs gripping his waist, womb gripping his cock, cradled Fuchong’s head, sometimes even stroking his stinky ass, and kissed him passionately.
After another dozen minutes, Fuchong’s cock finally softened a bit and slipped out.
“Oh…” Mom moaned again. Without delay, she sat up, bent over, took his cock into her mouth, and expertly cleaned him. But as his cock left her, not a drop of semen leaked from her womb.
Afterwards, Mom gently stroked her belly inside, stinking sperm pooled.
Fuchong, looking at her beautiful, fulfilled face, pulled her close and, face between her thighs, began lapping at her freshly fucked pussy.
“Oh… Master, no… it’s dirty there… ohh… Master, you… wuuu…” Mom, helplessly trying to push away his big head, tears in her eyes, was deeply moved this was the first time a man had eaten her out, and right after she’d been fucked too. Fuchong’s status in her heart rose though Yedun, who’d first shown her a woman’s pleasure, still held a place she could not forget.
“This sow will keep Master’s semen inside, absorb every drop…” Mom said tearfully.
After licking for a while, Fuchong was pushed away, whereupon Mom knelt before him, planting a gentle kiss on his stinky lips.
“Thank you, Master, for not being disgusted by this sow’s filth, but this sow can’t let you lick such an unworthy place. If Master desires, next time this sow will wash carefully and offer herself fragrant and pure…”
Then Mom bowed again, kissed the tip of his cock, and with a happy smile, left.
The next day, our group arrived at the airport me, Mom (Gu Yunting), Leng Niang, my girlfriend Shui Ling’er, future sister-in-law Xin’er, “Japanese father” Yedun Ichiro, Minister Chusheng Masaru, Dad (Qi Zhennan), and my future father-in-law Shui.
I pushed Dad’s wheelchair. In front of us, Mom wore a tight-fitting purple dress that showed off every curve the deep plunge down to her navel revealed half a pair of enormous, proud breasts, the cleavage between them mysterious and deep. A ribbon encircled her waist just below her navel, and the miniskirt section wrapped around her round, upturned ass while revealing those full, straight thighs. Knee-high lace-up boots highlighted her mature, sexy, intellectual style, and the dress’s fine material ensured nothing slipped out no matter how she moved.
Her hair up, gold-rimmed glasses on, arm in Yedun’s, head resting on his shoulder, she walked ahead, radiating happiness.
To Yedun’s side was the old, fat, pig-faced Chusheng look at that face and you’d think of the scheming, profit-obsessed politicians from movies.
Chusheng and Yedun chatted as they walked; on Chusheng’s other side, Leng Niang wore an equally tight black dress long, but figure-hugging, her even bigger breasts almost spilling from the plunging neckline, her white waist nearly bare down to her hip cleft, the skirt so tight it made her already round ass look even plumper. The flared hem didn’t hinder her stride.
She wasn’t clinging to Yedun like Mom, but still held Chusheng’s arm politely.
Dad and I were with Shui, my future father-in-law, who hauled his own suitcase he was a photographer, and during the outdoor orgy with Kaklik and the Shui sisters, he’d been at an exhibition. This time, unwilling to entrust his precious camera equipment to anyone else, he pulled his own bag, an expensive camera around his neck, occasionally snapping a shot.
Watching him photograph his wife hanging on the arm of a Japanese official I wonder what went through his mind.
Bringing up the rear, my girlfriend and her sister the Shui sisters, both in tight cropped jeans and white T-shirts that perfectly showed off their long legs and cute bottoms, radiated youthful energy.
Dad remained silent. His vision and hearing nearly gone, his wife about to marry another he looked grim. Shui said little, just exchanging pleasantries now and then.
Who knew would Dad drop dead from shock on this trip? Would artist Shui, finally realizing his wife had become a Japanese politician’s “Chinese sow,” have a breakdown? Would my cuckold-loving girlfriend, knowing I was watching, take her sister and both serve one man in front of me?
With these worries swirling in my mind, we all boarded the Qi-Gu Group’s private jet and flew to Japan!
