Filled with both love and deep pity for Consort Shu, my mother scooped her up—eliciting a startled cry—and settled her onto her lap. The sight of these two beauties locked in such an intimate embrace would surely have made any lecherous man drool.
With Consort Shu cradled in her arms, my mother began to let her slender, fair hands wander across the other woman's exquisite body, teasing and caressing her.
Under my mother's masterful touch, Consort Shu—who lacked much experience in such matters—was soon set ablaze with burning desire.
"Sister! Please, stop—my body feels so hot! I beg you, don't—I can't take it!"
Consumed by the searing heat of her own desire, Consort Shu pleaded aloud.
My mother, however, paid no heed to these entreaties; instead, she only intensified her caresses, teasing her with even greater fervor.
Sensations she had never known before battered against her reason. As the fire of her desire surged ever higher, Consort Shu felt that her body was no longer under her own control.
Every part of her had fallen completely under the command of my mother's slender, delicate hands. As her companion reached beneath her long, pristine white dress and pushed aside her modest undergarments, sliding two slender fingers into her sex, Consort Shu let out an irrepressible, high-pitched moan.
The sound had barely escaped her lips before it was stifled by the other woman's crimson mouth.
The sight of these two beauties locked in a passionate embrace would have set any man's blood on fire—yet, alas, there was no one there to witness it.
Caught in the midst of her companion's practiced, fervent kisses, Consort Shu could only surrender and receive them.
The kiss—at once aggressive and tender—soon left Consort Shu completely disoriented and lost.
She discovered a level of passion she had never once experienced with Emperor Shengzong—found now, unexpectedly, in the arms of another woman.
Under this woman's expert teasing and heated kisses, Consort Shu threw open the doors to her heart, embracing her new lover and becoming, in every sense, her captive.
"Tell me, little sister—does it feel good?"
The woman whispered the question to Consort Shu.
"Mmm! It feels so wonderful... I've never felt anything like this before!"
"Oh, but there's even better to come!"
With that, she slowly withdrew her fingers from Consort Shu's sex.
As the fingers slid out, leaving a sudden, aching void, Consort Shu let out a hungry, yearning moan—her eyes filled with a desperate, lingering desire.
Seeing her in such a famished state, the woman's lips curled into a knowing smile. She leaned in close to Consort Shu's ear and whispered, "My sweet girl, if you want something even better, why don't you lift your skirt, slip off your undergarments, and present your backside to me—begging for me to love you properly?"
Hearing that voice—so tender, yet laced with a playful, mischievous edge—Consort Shu's face flushed an instant, deep crimson. Her upbringing and her naturally chaste character made her yearn to refuse her "sister's" request.
Yet, the exquisite, unprecedented pleasure she had just experienced—combined with the soothing, comforting aura that radiated from this woman—left her unable to utter a word of rejection, no matter how hard she struggled internally.
Even as her mind wrestled with the dilemma, her body had already begun to act, instinctively obeying the other woman's commands.
She lifted her beautiful long gown up to her waist and slipped off her modest white undergarments.
Then, with a shy, coquettish wiggle of her firm, shapely—though not particularly full—buttocks, she blushed deeply and pleaded, "Dear sister... please, I beg you, shower me with your affection! My body burns so intensely—please, help me!"
Consort Shu's words were not lewd; in truth, she had never once uttered anything remotely risqué in her life.
Even when she was with Emperor Shengzong, she had always been nothing more than a passive recipient of his advances.
It was precisely this reserve that had caused the Emperor to gradually lose interest in her, eventually leaving her to languish as yet another embittered woman within the palace walls.
For her, these current actions were an unprecedented act of boldness—in her own mind, they were nothing short of utterly lewd and debased.
Gazing at Consort Shu's firm, shapely backside, the woman reached out and stroked it with tender affection.
That a woman married for over a decade could still possess the buttocks of a young maiden spoke volumes about the neglect she had suffered at the hands of her husband.
As she looked upon this woman—so long forsaken by her spouse—she continued to caress her, her touch gentle and soothing.
In that silent, tender affection, Consort Shu felt, for the very first time, what it truly meant to be cherished. As Mother buried her face between the Consort's buttocks and began to lick her vulva—which, having seen little use, still retained a delicate, pink hue—the Consort cried out loudly.
"Ah—Sister, no! Why are you licking that spot? It's dirty! You shouldn't… Mmm… Oh… it feels so good!"
Her initial pleas and protests soon dissolved into moans of pure pleasure, coaxed forth by Mother's masterful tongue.
High-pitched, wanton cries spilled incessantly from the Consort's lips.
Bracing her hands against the priceless *guqin* (zither) before her, she writhed and shifted her hips, trying to evade Mother's tongue—yet, each time she managed to pull away, she would instinctively drift right back into its path.
After this had repeated several times, her lewd, aching slit began to gush with fluid; Mother's mouth was already filled with the nectar of her arousal.
Seeing the Consort's vulva streaming with juices and hearing her cries, Mother knew the moment had arrived. She lifted her head from between the Consort's buttocks.
Then, as she shed her garments, she reverted to her true, male form.
Deprived of Mother's tongue, the Consort turned back, her expression one of lingering, unfulfilled desire.
But upon seeing what lay behind her, she was struck dumb with shock—for she realized that her "Sister"...
...had transformed into a "Brother," endowed with a thick, substantial cock. Seeing Consort Shu's look of surprise, Father offered a gentle smile and said, "My dear, you know about my true identity, don't you? I've returned to being a man, though I can shift between male and female forms at will. I've grown quite fond of you—let me fuck you, alright?"
Under the influence of Father's tender tone and affectionate gaze, Consort Shu found it impossible to refuse.