Xiao Li's Tales - Part 4
Xiao Li was troubled. In the five weeks since she had been...the only way she could think of it was molested...by Jian in the living room, she had been torn between two worlds. In the one world, she was Jian's middle-aged mother, who should have rejected his sexual advances immediately. A mother who should have scolded her son for peeping on his parents having sexual relations. A mother who should have resisted the temptations of submitting to her own sexual desires for her son. A mother who should never have opened herself up to the sinful sensations of masturbating to thoughts of her own son.
It was the second world, the world in which Xiao Li lived the life of a wonton matron, a woman who catered to the sexual desires of young men for not just their benefit, but her own as well, that was the world in which Xiao Li could never imagine herself stepping into. And yet, it was the world in which she found her dreams, and her fantasies, returning to time and time again. Xiao Li was a sexual creature, of this she was absolutely certain. For her, however, the sanctity of marriage, a pact she willingly signed onto so many years ago, had become a burden for her, of this she realized. Her spirit was one that needed to float free, to experience the world around her, as well as the many sensations that were available to her. In her dreams, she was chained to Gang, not as his slave or possession, but only as an anchor, securing her to the prim and proper world that she had been brought up in. Only having seen her son, a virile young man, in sexual congress with his young wife, and hearing from his own mouth the sinful desires he has for her, his own mother, has indeed opened her eyes to the vastness of the universe around her. For Xiao Li, she felt sorrow at never having explored for herself the pleasures of the flesh, pleasures that so many others have enjoyed.
Jian had left for Seattle on a five-day, four-night business trip just days after he had admitted to his mother, and so graphically displayed for her his lusts, for her. Xiao Li recalled her son's admission of having several women her own age in the cities which he did business on call for his pleasures. During his absence, Xiao Li often found herself imagining what her son was doing with these women, and so many times she wished that it was her that he was doing it to.
"Oh, Jian! Please! Yes, please! Make me cum!" Xiao Li had panted while masturbating in the bath tub upstairs. She had purchased a small, water-proof toy, soft and very life-like, from an on-line store, and this she had used when the need boiled within her belly. On this such evening, the night before her son's return, she had thought she had the house to herself, as Vania had taken the children to the park for a walk, and Gang had joined them. Instead, it had started to rain, and the family had returned early.
It had been Vania who had over-heard Xiao Li's moans of desire. Xiao Li learned of this afterword when Vania paused in their dinner preparations to discreetly ask, "Did you have an enjoyable bath, Mother?"
Xiao Li gasped. "I do not know why you ask. A bath is relaxing, but rarely enjoyable," she replied.
Vania chuckled and with a slight shake of her head, replied, "I'm sorry if I overheard your moans of passion, Mother. I often masturbate while bathing, as well. Although I usually don't imagine Jian as my lover." She added a wink along with a sly grin in her glance to her mother-in-law. "Usually, I fantasize about Brad Pitt, or maybe Matthew McConaughey, when I'm enjoying a pleasurable bath," she told Xiao Li off-handedly. Vania casually returned to completing the dinner preparations, as if talking about masturbating and fantasies with her mother-in-law were as common as discussing dinner. Nothing else was said, though Xiao Li had much to say to her brash daughter-in-law.
That first weekend after her son had returned, Xiao Li fought to keep from meeting his eyes, for she knew that she would be unable to stand his gaze. She was quiet, even distant, and though they never were alone together, Gang asked on several occasions if she and Jain had had an argument. "No, dear, no," she would tell her husband. "All is well. Perhaps he has something troubling him." Xiao Li knew that her husband would speak with their son, and would receive much the same answer.
So, the next week went, and eventually the waves that all in the family felt calmed. By the feast of Thanksgiving, a tradition in America that Xiao Li found hard to grasp, the family had returned to a quite normal. Jian and Xiao Li conversed as son and mother once again, and the incident seemingly fell away, lost to the ages. However, the spark was reignited once again, thanks to a tumble taken by Tye.
It was the first week of December and thanks to a cold front, the weather had taken a turn for the worse in Regal Bay. It was much too cold outside for the children to play in the yard, and Gang even retreated inside for his morning meditations. The cold did not keep Xiao Li's husband from his desire to visit the community center for an afternoon of
Tien Gow
with a couple of new friends of his. With Jian and Vania at work for the day, Xiao Li drove her husband down to the bay-front center, as she often did, with the children riding in the backseat. After, they would stop in at McDonald's for a lunch of Chicken McNuggets and French fries before heading home for the rest of the day. During a usual day, Xiao Li would spend the afternoon cleaning the house while the children played, watched television, or napped in their room. Xiao Li would return to pick up her husband after Vania had arrived home for the evening, at which point Xiao Li would retire for her evening bath before starting dinner. It was all very ritualistic at times for the Yau family.
On Thursday evening however, the ritual was broken. Tye, who had been running around expending her pent-up energy, slipped on a rug and took a tumble. The resulting wound, a severe bruise to her elbow, was so painful for the little girl that it was feared that she might have broken a bone. With Jian not yet home, Vania took her daughter to the emergency room for an examination, while Kai, who had remained sleeping on the living room floor throughout his sister's screaming and crying, would remain at home with Gang and Xiao Li.
"You go on upstairs, Xiao Li," Gang instructed his wife, "and get your bath. I shall stay here with our little grass-hopper while he sleeps," he added. Gang often called his grand-son "Grass-hopper" in reference to the old American television show "Kung-Fu". It was his own little tease towards his son, whom had never enjoyed the nick-name when it was applied to him.
"If you are fine watching the boy," Xiao Li replied. "Shall I retrieve the tea pot for you?" she asked, noticing that his cup was empty.
He nodded ever so slightly while watching Kai sleep. Xiao Li did as she said, and left the pot on a coaster, after filling his cup once again. She kissed his balding head and head upstairs, where she retrieved fresh under-clothing from her bedroom, along with her little toy.
Xiao Li hadn't planned to pleasure herself that evening. When she saw the six-inch long, flesh-like dildo in her underwear drawer, her vagina gave her a tingle. It had been several days since last she'd climaxed, she reasoned, so why not take advantage of the situation? With the toy wrapped up in her fresh underwear, just in case, she escaped to the bathroom and carefully locked the door. She sat on the toilet patiently waiting while the tub filled. The jasmine oil that she often added to the water gave off its relaxing aroma and soon Xiao Li had stripped out of her day-clothes and stepped naked into the soothingly hot water.
Xiao Li closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the water on her flesh as well as the aroma of the scented oils. Eventually, the dildo which she held in her hand was moved against her pubic mound, and then lower. With one hand, she spread herself open, and with the other, she guided the tip against her entry. It was warm, thanks to the water, and in her mind, it was as warm as any man's penis. She pulled the tip upward to open her labia and press against her clit, what she'd always called her lotus bud. Butterflies rippled up through her belly as she gave her bud a gentle caress with the dildo, before returning it to its rightful place.
"Oooohhh!" Xiao Li gasped as she pushed the dildo into her body. Her canal opened to accept the token, and smoothly four of the six inches slid in. Xiao Li held the toy in place a full minute before she slowly pulled it free. With only the tip wedged against her opening now, she moaned, "Please. Please, Jian," and then once again pushed the toy inside. "Aaaahhh, my son!" she sighed with its entry, and again she held it in place. In her mind, it was at this point that Jian would be kissing her so very deeply with his tongue, and she would be so willing to take him, into her mouth as well as her body.
Xiao Li had masturbated to her son's image so often that it had become a rerun in her mind. She lifted her feet from the water and planted them to either side of the faucet. Her free hand went from breast to breast, caressing her soft globes or tugging at the thick, pliable nipples. The toy slipped in and out of her with ever increasing strokes, sometimes shallow, and other times as deep as she could go, until finally, with the water splashing from the motion of both her arm and her body, she climaxed.
"Aaaahhh, Jiaaaannnnn!" she gasped, hissing her son's name as quietly as she could, and yet needing to release his name, to let the universe know who it was that had given her such pleasure.
Enjoying the release and the after-glow, Xiao Li would often relax for another ten or fifteen minutes before rising from the tub. With a large towel in hand, she would go to the counter and look at herself, the heavy, sagging breasts with their dark areola and thick nipples, at the thick tangle of dark pubic hair below the swell of her belly, and at the aged, wrinkled face that stared back at her. "Jian could never find me attractive. I can't imagine any man finding this old woman attractive," she whispered, and then turned away from her image to dry off and pull on her fresh clothing.
"Grand-ma-ma! We're home!" came the songful voice of her grand-daughter, followed by a loud pounding at the bathroom door.
"Wait until I unlock it, dear," she laughed, and then let Tye in. Behind the girl stood Vania. "How is she?" she asked.
"The doctor said it was only bruised, but deeply," the young mother replied with a smile. "Tye will be sore for a week or so, he said, and should be very careful when carrying things. Otherwise, she will live!"
Xiao Li already had Tye picked up and in her arms. "A banged-up elbow doesn't seem to have slowed you down, child!" she laughed, and carrying her grand-daughter, followed Vania from the kitchen and on downstairs. "Now, let's tend to dinner, shall we?"
After dinner, Xiao Li and Gang sat in the family room watching television while Vania gave her children their evening baths. Jian had work to complete, and had retired to his little study soon after his meal. The evening passed with little to note, until late, when Vania found Xiao Li in the kitchen putting away the dishes while finishing off the last of the evening's tea.
"Mother, is this little plaything yours?" Xiao Li turned to find Vania holding her dildo while smiling a knowing grin.
