Chapter 8: The little witch gave me a blowjob

My sister took the photo from me and stared at it for a while, frowning more and more. Finally, she came to my mother and whispered: “Mom, don’t be angry, I will definitely stand on your side.”

My mother didn’t even turn her head and said unhappily: “Go away!”

My sister was so scared that her neck shrank and she retreated to the side. I couldn’t help laughing when I saw her being humiliated. She glared at me fiercely, shook her head, and motioned me to go up.

I scratched my head, organized my words, then squatted by the bed and whispered: “Mom, calm down, my dad is just that kind of person, always suspicious. Don’t be angry, he doesn’t believe you, I believe you.”

“It’s useless for you to believe.” My mother turned her back to me, her voice still full of anger.

“Mom, what you said is a bit hurtful. After all, I am the eldest son in the family. With me as your backer, even if you and my dad get divorced in the future, I can help you get more property.”

“And me!” The younger sister shouted.

She didn’t say anything. I gently shook her shoulders and kept asking, “Is that right? Mom, is that right?”

Mom sat up suddenly, frowned, and said angrily, “Why are you so annoying, kid? Can you go out and let me be quiet for a while?”

I sat down next to my mother with a playful smile and put my arm around her shoulders: “There is only one good mother in the world. Mom raised us with great difficulty. Now it’s time for us to repay her for her upbringing.”

Mom glanced at me: “How to repay?”

I put the photo in front of her: “I can help you analyze it. Look at this photo, it’s so clear and very coherent. You can tell at a glance that it was not taken casually. It must have been premeditated.”

Mom stared at the photo expressionlessly for a while, then reached out and took it from me and looked at it carefully.

I pointed at the side: “Mom, look, the angle of this photo and the angle of this photo were taken from two places. This must have been planned in advance, and it’s not just one person.”

Mom didn’t say anything, but her brows gradually solidified.

“Do you have a grudge against someone?”

Mom glared at me: “You are my biggest enemy in this life.”

“Don’t joke, I’m talking to you seriously.”

Mom put down the photo, thought for a while, and said: “These are just business contacts, casual acquaintances, what kind of hatred or resentment can there be.”

“Where did this photo come from?”

“It was delivered by courier.”

“He knows our address, so he must be very familiar with you.”

“Nonsense.”

I hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: “Then you ... went to the hotel with him to get a room, why?”

Mom glared at me, her eyebrows raised, and asked back: “Who went to the hotel with him to get a room.”

I continued to ask: “Then why did you go to the hotel with him?”

“Work matters, what does it have to do with you.”

“I’m helping you analyze it. Helping you find the suspect.”

“I’ll help too.” My sister came over, and I stretched out my hand to push her aside. She squeezed over and almost knocked me over.

Mom scolded loudly: “What time is it? Why are you still making trouble?” After thinking for a while, she said: “Our company has a business project with their company. We went to the hotel to meet a foreign businessman.” Although I believe that my mother will never cheat, I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh after hearing her confirmation. I smiled and said to her: “Actually, this matter is quite simple. They deliberately took such misunderstood photos and sent them to our house. Someone wants to destroy the relationship between you and your father.” Mom snorted: “I guessed it a long time ago. Do you need to tell me?” “Yes, yes, you are a woman Zhuge, who has no plan. I am not afraid that you will be confused by the situation, so I remind you.” Mom sighed: “Your father is the one who is confused by the situation.” “My father is narrow-minded, but when he calms down, he will probably figure out what’s going on.” “I’m just angry. I’ve been married for so many years, but you are still suspicious. Am I so unreliable?” Mom became more and more angry as she spoke. I hurriedly explained for my dad: “My dad is a narrow-minded man, and a bit chauvinistic. You earn more than him and have a higher position than him, so he feels ashamed.”

“If he loses face, I will have to resign and go home to be your nanny.”

“Calm down, calm down.” I stroked her back with my hand and persuaded her with a smile.

My sister suddenly asked: “Mom, is the man in the photo interested in you?”

My mother glanced at her: “Why are you asking this?”

“I think...” My sister’s eyes rolled around: “He is the most suspicious.”

“Okay, okay, you have nothing to do here. Children should not meddle in adults’ affairs, go back to your room to study.” Mom packed up the photos and waved her hand to drive us out.

Before leaving, my sister turned around and asked, “Mom, I’m hungry. Are you still having dinner?”

Mom said impatiently, “Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating. You’re a starving ghost. I’m so annoyed that I don’t have time to serve you. Order takeout yourself.”

“Oh.”

We left the bedroom, and my sister asked me, “Who do you think did this?”

“Whoever wants our parents to quarrel the most did this.”

“I still think the man in the photo is the most suspicious. He looks lecherous. He must be coveting our mother’s beauty and wants to steal her love, so he deliberately destroyed the relationship between our parents.”

I couldn’t help laughing and said, “You are not old, but you have a lot of ideas. You must have watched too many melodramas.”

“What do you think?” My sister stared at me unconvinced.

“I think ... what you said makes sense.” I chuckled: “But it is possible that the problem lies with Dad.”

“Dad’s little lover?”

“Who knows, I’m not Sherlock Holmes.”

Although the little witch is about the same age as my sister, she is even more eccentric than my sister. If this thing is really done by her, I am not surprised at all.

My sister raised her arms and said: “No matter who it is, we must not let him succeed. This time we must unite and resolutely prevent parents from getting divorced.”

“Okay, okay, I listen to you, I listen to you. Hurry up and order takeout.”

Although I said so, I was actually a little happy when I saw my parents quarreling, and even hoped that they would quarrel more and more, and it would be best if they divorced. Although I know that such an idea is outrageous, I just can’t help thinking about it.

Dad came home at night, drunk as a mud. Although my mother complained, she took care of him meticulously.

After school on Monday afternoon, the mysterious little witch appeared on the way home again. She put her hands in her sweater pockets, standing leisurely on the street. When I passed by her, she followed me, as if she was waiting for me.

I don’t know why she was pestering me, but the masturbation service in the cinema was really memorable.

“Don’t you have to go to school? Why do you always follow me?” I couldn’t help asking.

“Observe you.”

I was stunned: “Observe me? What is there for me to observe.”

“Dietary hygiene, living habits, personality and hobbies, observe everything about you.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “You treat me as a guinea pig.”

She walked behind me for a while, and suddenly said confidently: “Give me some money.”

“Why?” I looked back at her.

“Are you uncomfortable?” The little witch raised her right hand, and her slender white and tender fingers formed a circle, hooked up her orchid-like little finger, as if holding a transparent column, stroking it up and down, and made vulgar and indecent movements in public.

I instantly recalled the comfortable and exciting feeling in the cinema, and lustful thoughts suddenly came to me. I knew what she meant, but I couldn’t always be led by her, so I said against my will: “I feel uncomfortable.” She didn’t say anything, but followed me, doing the masturbation posture, which made me feel itchy. The ecstasy was lingering in my mind again and again. I really wanted to taste her tender and smooth little hands again, but I was afraid that she would set a trap to cheat. But I thought again, she was a little girl, what was there to be afraid of? She just wanted to make some money. After thinking about it, I couldn’t help it, so I stopped and turned around to ask: “How much do you want?” “Two hundred.” It was not as high as I imagined, so I could accept it. I hesitated and said: “Don’t give up halfway.” “Okay!” I looked around, thinking about where to find a place where no one was, and the little witch hooked her finger at me, indicating that I should follow her. I crossed a street and followed her into a sportswear store. I was a little puzzled. Before I could ask, I saw her pick up a pair of sports pants and said to the salesperson, “Don’t worry about us, we can just try them on ourselves.”

I reacted instantly and couldn’t help but sigh that this little girl was so skilled.

Ignoring the salesperson, the little witch pulled me into the fitting room, pushed me against the wall, squatted down and took off my pants. I asked curiously, “Do you often do this with boys?”

She didn’t answer, but I already had the answer in my heart. Looking down at that delicate pink little face, I suddenly had evil thoughts and swallowed my saliva involuntarily. When she took off her pants and underwear, my penis was already in a semi-erect state.

The little witch held the testicles with her left hand and held the penis with her right hand, stroking it gently. After the penis was fully erect, she moved her little face forward, opened her mouth halfway, and milky white saliva flowed down along the pink tip of her tongue, forming a line and piling on the red glans, just for lubrication.

Her palm was soft and delicate, warm and elastic, and it slid up and down the penis, which was indescribably comfortable. Especially when the tender flesh of the tiger’s mouth rubbed the glans coronal sulcus, the numbness spread all over my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver, and the thing between my crotch swelled like steel.

Due to the crystal liquid overflowing from the urethra, the girl’s little hand made it smoother. I made a humming sound in my throat, clenched my hands, stretched my legs straight, and held my breath hard.

This little girl’s technique was really too powerful. Just using her hands was more enjoyable than having sex with Lu Yiyi.

I looked down at her little face, her expression was calm, her eyes were clear, and I could not feel any desire, which was in stark contrast to what she was doing now. Somehow, I felt a sense of guilt in my heart, and I wanted to reach out and cover her eyes.

Just as I was struggling to hold back, the female shopping guide suddenly asked outside: “Does the clothes fit?”

Her tone was a little hesitant, and she obviously felt something was wrong.

The little witch was calm, still stroking the penis rhythmically, but I was scared and said quickly: “Wait a minute, the button is stuck ... stuck.”

The shopping guide didn’t say anything, but I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. Although I was reluctant, I had to solve it quickly.

Just when I wanted to urge her to hurry up, the girl leaned forward, her little face almost stuck to me, and her hot breath sprayed on the glans, which made me feel refreshed. After a while, she opened her mouth, wrapped half of the glans, and sucked it hard like eating ice cream. Then, the tip of her delicate tongue touched the bottom of the penis and gently rolled it. I felt like I was electrocuted, numb all over, trembling, and almost groaned.

The girl licked it and then retreated, as if she was deliberately teasing me. The delicate and cute little face still had that innocent expression. I urged anxiously: “Continue, continue.”

The little witch smiled sweetly: “You have to pay more.”

“How much?”

“One thousand.”

“You ... you ... you are taking advantage of the fire!”

She squatted on the ground, looked up at me, and said nothing. I was almost driven crazy by her, and I whispered, “I don’t have that much money.”

“You can owe it.”

“Okay, okay, I owe you, I owe you. Hurry up, hurry up.”

The little witch opened her mouth again and came up, swallowing the glans into her mouth. The pink tip of her tongue passed through the urethra, elastic and soft. I took a deep breath, thrust my waist forward, and stuffed half of the penis into her mouth.

The girl raised her big watery eyes and looked at me, looking aggrieved and pitiful. Unfortunately, instead of getting my sympathy, it aroused my animal desire. With a strong thrust, the penis squeezed open the wet, hot and slippery mouth and poked into her throat.

The girl’s face was a little red, but she didn’t resist. She covered my thighs with her hands and looked up at me quietly. I have to say that her appearance is really annoying. Thinking back to being teased by her again and again, I couldn’t help but thrust and started to fuck her little mouth.

The cock filled the girl’s mouth, but she didn’t struggle or complain. Instead, she held the testicles with both hands, cooperating with the thrusting and rubbing them carefully. At the same time, every time the cock went in, the soft and tender tongue would automatically wrap around and lick the shaft; the glans would go deep into the mouth, and the throat would swallow inwards, like a whirlpool, wishing to suck the whole cock in.

I watched the hard cock twitching back and forth between the two cherry lips, and the psychological and physical pleasure reached its peak.

I hugged her little head and started to thrust and fuck her frantically. The voice of the shopping guide came from outside the door again: “Um ... are you ready? There are still people waiting to try on clothes.”

While fucking the girl’s mouth, I gritted my teeth and said, “Right away ... right away.”

“Right away...” The shopping guide’s voice was full of resentment.

After a crazy thrust, I finally couldn’t bear it anymore. I hugged her little head and pushed my penis deep into her mouth. My back was straight, and thick semen gushed out. The girl held my thighs, her throat moved again and again, and swallowed all the semen.

The girl rolled her tongue and rolled all the remaining semen on the tip of the glans into her mouth. After cleaning it completely, she slowly withdrew. I felt dizzy in my head, and I felt a sense of illusion floating in the clouds. I have to say that this is the most comfortable and exciting sex experience I have ever enjoyed.

“Are you done?”

The shopping guide was urging me again. I hurriedly put on my pants, tidied my appearance, and then opened the door and walked out of the fitting room. Two female shopping guides stood outside, looking at us with dark faces. After all, I did something bad, so I couldn’t help feeling guilty. I apologized and said, “Sorry, the button of my clothes is broken.”

“Are the pants suitable?” One of the female shopping guides asked angrily.

“It doesn’t fit, maybe next time.” I handed the pants over and pulled the little witch out. Before leaving the door, she suddenly reached out and pushed the hanger at the door hard, then turned and ran out. Seeing the shopping guide screaming and cursing, I didn’t have time to think about it and ran away with her.

After running for a while, seeing that no one was chasing, the little witch stopped, turned around and read out a string of mobile phone numbers, saying that if you need it, you can contact her at any time. I was really confused by this crazy girl. I couldn’t understand her behavior logic at all. Did she make a fuss for a long time just to attract a customer like me?

But I still took out the old woman’s mobile phone, asked her to say it again, and recorded the number honestly.

When editing the name, I suddenly remembered that I didn’t know her name yet, so I looked up and asked. The little witch tilted her head, rolled her eyes, and said softly: “Annuo.”

Good name.

When I got home, my dad was sitting on the sofa and looking at his phone. When he saw me come in, he scolded me in a bad mood: “You are already in the third year of high school, and you are running around all day. It’s so late, where have you been?”

My dad rarely cared about me before. I knew that he was emotionally unstable now, so I didn’t take it to heart. I just made up an excuse and perfunctorily passed it by. I put down my schoolbag and strolled into the kitchen. I saw my mother standing in front of the kitchen stove with her back to me. The water in the pot was boiling. I stood at the door and greeted her, but she didn’t respond at all, as if she was lost in thought.

I couldn’t help but look at my mother’s back. Her soft curves, plump buttocks, and loose home clothes couldn’t hide her devilish figure. The apron string pinched a thin waist. My mind uncontrollably recalled the plot of the incest pornographic novel, where the hungry son broke into the kitchen, hugged his mother from behind, took off her pants as she struggled and resisted, then pressed her against the sink and stuffed his hard cock into her vagina...

I quickly knocked my head with my hands to drive away the absurd desires in my mind, then walked behind her and patted her shoulder gently. My mother’s body trembled obviously, turned around and saw that it was me, frowned and scolded: “You naughty child, you scared me.”

“I greeted you, but you didn’t hear me.” I picked up a slice of cut cucumber, put it in my mouth, and asked while chewing: “What are you thinking about, so absorbed?”

“Why are you asking so many questions, kid, go back to your room and do your homework.”

“You two are about to get divorced, what homework should I do?”

“If you talk nonsense again, I’ll tear your mouth.”

Because of those inexplicable photos, my father and mother fell into a cold war, but the relationship between me and my mother eased a lot. At least the atmosphere won’t be so awkward, and we can joke around like before.