"Uh..."
Wu Song was instantly dumbfounded.
He looked down at the snow-white thighs.
At this moment, he was staring intently at Wu Song's crotch.
The rolling pin that had just quieted down was now eager to rise again.
Wu Song was shocked, secretly telling himself not to rise, not to rise, or else he would really be in trouble.
Sun Taoxiang was also stunned, staring at the spot on her thigh.
Even though Wu Song hadn't fully risen, the rolling pin had become semi-hard, pressing against Sun Taoxiang's thigh.
As someone who had been through it all, although she had been a widow for over ten years, she knew about these things between men and women.
But she had never heard of such a large one before.
She even suspected that Wu Song had something else in his pants.
And not his "thing."
Sun Taoxiang couldn't help moving her thigh to figure out if it was a man's thing in Wu Song's pants or something else.
That move was the end of it.
The rolling pin Wu Song had been suppressing suddenly sprang up, lively and vigorous, like a fierce dragon rising, lifting his crotch high, pointing directly at Sun Taoxiang.
Sun Taoxiang gasped in surprise, a tingling sensation surged through her heart, and her thigh trembled as she tried to pull back, but the thick, hard, and blazing heat made her unwilling to let go.
After years of emptiness, she was at an age like a hungry wolf, how could she handle this?
She even forgot about looking for Wu Xiaohong, her eyes, like peach blossom petals, just blankly stared at the area below Wu Song.
Wu Song didn't know what Sun Taoxiang was thinking. He was just incredibly embarrassed, given that this pose was seen by a respected elder of his.
Moreover, his daughter was also in the room, whom he had just been intimate with for the first time.
This awkward feeling made Wu Song break out in a cold sweat.
He carefully, worriedly, and nervously looked at Sun Taoxiang and softly said, "Auntie, what are you looking for Xiaohong for?"
As he spoke, Wu Song carefully moved back to distance himself from Sun Taoxiang.
Sun Taoxiang seemed to awaken from a daze, forced herself to calm down, but didn't pull back her snow-white thigh, instead seizing the moment to walk into the room, her eyes darting around anxiously while she said, "Xiaohong went out just now and hadn't returned after a while, the dishes are getting cold, so I came out to look for her."
Before she finished talking, she saw Wu Xiaohong sitting by the bed.
Her face was flushed, filled with spring emotions as she looked at her, smiling bashfully.
Sun Taoxiang was stunned, looking at Wu Xiaohong blankly.
As someone with life experience, she naturally knew what a satisfied woman looked like.
But, Wu Xiaohong was still a big girl, a virgin, without a husband.
Although many had approached about finding a husband for Wu Xiaohong.
She had turned them all down.
She wanted to wait a bit longer, feeling that Wu Xiaohong had just turned eighteen, still somewhat young.
But she never expected her to have stolen the forbidden fruit with Wu Song.
For a moment, Sun Taoxiang's mouth moved a few times, unsure of what to say.
Wu Xiaohong nervously spoke up, "Mom, why are you here? Wu Song and I were just talking about Xiaoblack. Why don't you head back first? We'll come back after we finish talking."
Sun Taoxiang's chest heaved violently, an indescribable feeling suppressed in her heart, wanting to question Wu Xiaohong.
Though she wasn't opposed to Wu Xiaohong playing with Wu Song.
She didn't look down on Wu Song.
But for them to do such things without any formal tie disturbed her.
But at this moment, she couldn't expose the truth.
After all, the kids had grown up.
They had such needs.
She only regretted not finding a husband for Wu Xiaohong earlier.
Now, it seemed Wu Xiaohong would probably get tangled up with Wu Song.
After all, Wu Song was Wu Xiaohong's first man.
Looking at Wu Xiaohong's expression, it's clear Wu Song made her feel very comfortable.
She probably wouldn't ever forget.
Even if she tried to split them up, Wu Xiaohong might still have an affair with Wu Song.
Ultimately leading to a broken marriage.
Sun Taoxiang shook off her wild thoughts, took a deep breath, trying to appear normal, and said, "Then make sure you come back soon, don't stay out too late, the food's getting cold."
"Mm mm, I know mom, you head back first, I'll be back soon," Wu Xiaohong quickly promised.
Sun Taoxiang sighed helplessly, turning to leave.
As she reached the door, she couldn't help but glance back at Wu Song, unintentionally looking at his crotch.
Wu Song's crotch was no longer aggressive as before, now calm and subdued.
This gave Sun Taoxiang a sense of loss.
Yet she had no choice but to turn and leave.
Walking into the yard, with the night wind blowing, her cheeks inexplicably hot, she realized, somehow, her crotch was already muddy.
Sun Taoxiang's face flushed, hurriedly escaping from Wu Song's house.
Inside, Wu Song and Wu Xiaohong finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping onto the bed.
That was really scary.
Wu Song turned to look at Wu Xiaohong, her beautiful, delicate face still carried traces of fragrant sweat, adding a few degrees of allure, her moist eyes accentuating her exquisite nose, her rosy little mouth as captivating as her little spot.
"Xiaohong, you're so beautiful. I like you. I've liked you since we were kids," Wu Song said tenderly, with emotion.
Wu Xiaohong was overjoyed, very happy, shyly glanced at Wu Song, adorably said, "I don't like you, you've been bad since we were kids. Worse even when you've grown up."
"Oh, really? I think you like my bad side," Wu Song said, directly pouncing on Wu Xiaohong, reaching for her underneath, over her shorts, touching her plump shell.
"Oh, it hurts, don't touch," Wu Xiaohong cried out in fear.
"Don't worry, I'll help relax you," Wu Song's palm sent a rush of warm flow into her shorts, reaching Wu Xiaohong's sweet spot.
Instantly, a warm, comfortable feeling surged in.
The tearing hot pain quickly dissipated.
Leaving Wu Xiaohong so comfortable she almost cried out, her lovely eyes staring at Wu Song, sparkling with brilliance, "Woah, Wu Song, your medical skills are getting better and better."
Wu Song smiled proudly, his fingers started wandering again.
Wu Xiaohong blushed, her eyes turned charming, and she chided, "Why are you still touching? It still hurts."
Wu Song chuckled, not removing his hand, continuing to massage.
Meanwhile, Sun Taoxiang, having returned home, hurried to the bathroom, removing her pants, and saw that her briefs were already soaked, quickly grabbing a tissue to wipe them, then went on to wipe her nectar, finding it moist and soaking the tissue.
Sun Taoxiang felt deeply ashamed.
It had been many years of widowhood, initially fine, not missing men.
But in recent years, the desire grew stronger, often staring blankly at the cucumbers in the yard.
However, at this time, all she could think about was Wu Song's steel-like rolling pin.
Her hand unconsciously reached to her thigh, where it had been in close contact with Wu Song's rolling pin earlier.
"Such a large thing, what would it feel like if it were placed inside me?"
Sun Taoxiang couldn't help but sigh, her eyes half-closed, her hand slid along the thigh to the crotch, touching the wet peach orchard.