Control (Futa) - Chapter 11

11. Two-Faced

After not seeing each other for several days, the excitement that had just been kindled meant that one round was far from enough. Ji Xun didn’t even pull out her $\text{penis}$. She wrapped her arms around Tang Mingling’s waist, leaned back, and settled into the chair again.

Because of the posture, Tang Mingling was forced to spread her legs, and Ji Xun’s $\text{penis}$ $\text{inserted}$ even deeper, as if to $\text{penetrate}$ her completely.

Compared to the previous intensity, Ji Xun’s kisses now fell continuously on her hair, ears, and cheek, like the ambiguous tenderness between lovers. She slowly swayed the woman in her arms, gently $\text{thrusting}$ in and out. At the same time, she was relaxed enough to chat: “Shi Yanliang’s wife will also attend tomorrow night’s birthday party. Her graduate school teacher was also my teacher, so we’re quite familiar. I’ll introduce you then. Didn’t you want to establish a charity foundation?”

Mrs. Shi was a famous philanthropist. Not the kind who sought fame, but one who genuinely donated money and effort, having founded a children’s charity organization. She had a good reputation in society.

Tang Mingling, still somewhat dazed from her $\text{orgasm}$, couldn’t fully process the conversation. She looked back at her blankly.

In that confused look, devoid of her usual gloom and sharpness, there was a hint of the innocence she had in her youth. Ji Xun, for a moment, thought she saw the student-era Tang Mingling, and couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her.

Tang Mingling was startled. Finally snapping back to reality, she tried to struggle. But the other woman was one step ahead, restraining her face and forcing their lips and tongues to $\text{intertwine}$.

The feeling of being forcibly $\text{dominated}$ was very uncomfortable for Tang Mingling. $\text{Sex}$ was one thing, but kissing, to her, felt like an intimate act that transcended a purely $\text{physical}$ $\text{relationship}$.

Sensing her passive resistance, Ji Xun suddenly $\text{thrust}$ her $\text{buttocks}$, gripping her waist and $\text{pounding}$ $\text{up}$ and $\text{down}$ forcefully.

The $\text{tip}$ of the $\text{penis}$ $\text{thrust}$ deep, heavily hitting her $\text{sensitive}$ $\text{spot}$. The fullness of being filled and stretched made Tang Mingling forget that she was being forcefully kissed. Her whole body burned as she welcomed Ji Xun’s $\text{penetration}$.

Ji Xun kissed her passionately, not forgetting to accelerate the $\text{rhythmic}$ $\text{thrusting}$ of her lower body. Her hands gripped Tang Mingling’s slender waist, moving her $\text{up}$ and $\text{down}$.

Occupied both above and below by the same person, Tang Mingling was helplessly swayed like a doll. The tide of $\text{desire}$ gradually threw her higher and higher. Her hands gripped the armrests on both sides, as if afraid of losing balance, or perhaps as if finding a point of support. She actively swayed her body, embracing the wave of pleasure.

The quiet room was once again filled with heavy breathing and slapping sounds.

Tang Mingling’s active response allowed Ji Xun to free her hands, gripping and $\text{kneading}$ her $\text{breasts}$ at will.

Her $\text{vagina}$, though already $\text{fucked}$ once, was still tight. However, her recently $\text{orgasmed}$ $\text{cunt}$ was extremely wet, allowing the impressive $\text{penis}$ to enter easily. Ji Xun $\text{indulged}$ freely, playing with Tang Mingling’s body.

The two adults were immersed in the ultimate experience of $\text{sex}$. Suddenly, the doorbell of the conservatory rang, pulling Tang Mingling’s consciousness back.

“L-let go of me. Someone’s here,” Tang Mingling frantically tried to push her away. But the still-vigorous $\text{thrusting}$ beneath her made her unable to suppress her $\text{moans}$.

Ji Xun said softly, uncaring, “What are you afraid of? Didn’t you say no one can enter here without permission?” At the same time, she $\text{thrust}$ even faster, sinking completely inside her every time. Her eyes were filled with the satisfaction of her $\text{desire}$ being met.

“You, $\text{ah}$—” Just as Tang Mingling tried to accuse her, she was suddenly $\text{thrust}$ on a $\text{sensitive}$ $\text{spot}$. Her waist went soft, and she fell back into Ji Xun’s arms.

Outside the door, Tang Ximin didn’t hear a response and didn’t dare to enter without permission. She could only ask loudly, “Mom, are you inside?”

“Didn’t Uncle Butler say Auntie was here just now?” Tang Shuyu asked, confused.

The children’s conversation reached the ears of the adults. Tang Mingling’s consciousness returned again. She reached out, trying to push the other woman away and stand up.

But Ji Xun was faster. She scooped up Tang Mingling’s legs with both hands and abruptly stood up. This startled Tang Mingling, forcing her to half-turn and hug her.

“Are you crazy? What are you doing?” This posture was ugly and awkward. The highly self-respecting Tang Mingling couldn’t tolerate it and urgently told her to put her down.

Ji Xun completely ignored her resistance and walked toward the door, holding her. Because they were still tightly connected, every time she walked, the $\text{penis}$ inside Tang Mingling would rub her $\text{cunt}$ with each step. Shame and pleasure co-existed, driving her mad. Yet, a sliver of rationality remained, and she watched helplessly as Ji Xun carried her to the door and stopped.

Ji Xun put her down behind the door, forcing her to press her hands against the door panel. She then gripped her $\text{buttocks}$ and rapidly $\text{entered}$ her from behind. The $\text{penis}$, covered in clear $\text{fluid}$, $\text{thrust}$ in and out between her fair $\text{buttocks}$. Ji Xun leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Your daughter is looking for you. Don’t you want to ask her what she needs? But you have to $\text{moan}$ quietly; she’s right outside the door. She might hear you.”

Tang Mingling’s $\text{vagina}$ instantly contracted, tightly gripping the foreign $\text{object}$ $\text{pounding}$ inside her.

Ji Xun tilted her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure, enjoying the warm sensation of being fully enveloped.

“No one is talking. Should we go in?” Tang Shuyu was already a little tyrant in her own home. Not getting a response from the adults, she wanted to go in directly.

The blissful contraction from moments ago made both of them completely forget about the children outside.

Tang Mingling was being $\text{fucked}$ by Ji Xun’s $\text{penis}$. Although she heard the children’s discussion, she had no time to spare. All her senses were focused on her lower body.

Ji Xun concentrated on $\text{pounding}$ the already $\text{sore}$ and $\text{soft}$ $\text{vagina}$, hitting the deepest spot with every $\text{thrust}$, like a pile driver. Feeling the woman’s body tense, she kissed her just before Tang Mingling could scream out from an $\text{orgasmic}$ $\text{contraction}$. Without restraint, she $\text{ejaculated}$ into her $\text{vagina}$.

Tang Mingling was $\text{face}$ $\text{down}$ against the door panel, her $\text{buttocks}$ raised high and trembling. Her $\text{vagina}$ contracted, swallowing the $\text{cum}$ $\text{ejaculated}$ into her.

“No, Mom doesn’t like to be disturbed when she’s painting.” Unlike Tang Shuyu’s lawlessness, in the rule-heavy Tang family, the duty of “obeying rules” was ingrained in Tang Ximin’s nature. Her mother’s authority made her fearfully object to her friend’s suggestion.

However, she also knew Tang Shuyu’s adventurous personality, so she suggested going for dessert, diverting her friend’s attention.

Tang Shuyu indeed abandoned the idea of directly entering the conservatory. She happily grabbed Tang Ximin’s hand and ran back into the villa to find the chef $\text{auntie}$ for pudding.

Tang Mingling was panting, listening to the sound of the children’s receding footsteps. The moment her tense body relaxed, her legs went soft, and she nearly collapsed into Ji Xun’s arms.

Ji Xun’s body slightly retreated. The softened $\text{penis}$ slipped out of her body. $\text{Vaginal}$ $\text{fluid}$ and $\text{semen}$ flowed out together, trickling down Tang Mingling’s thighs and onto the grass.

Tang Ximin and Tang Shuyu saw their mom and auntie again an hour later at the dinner table.

“Auntie, why did you change your clothes?” Tang Shuyu looked at Ji Xun, who had changed into trousers, confused. She had been wearing a skirt before going out.

Tang Ximin also looked at her mother curiously but didn’t ask.

“Auntie Tang gave me a pair of trousers. Do they look good?” Ji Xun naturally stood beside Tang Mingling, smoothly lying to her niece.

Tang Mingling had given Ji Xun a new pair of trousers that she had never worn. Both their clothes had been thoroughly messed up in the conservatory. They even took the less-frequented back stairs to return to the room. Although she knew this was the only explanation, seeing Ji Xun’s practiced way of lying to a child, she wondered how many people she had $\text{deceived}$.

Tang Shuyu nodded, half-understanding, and said they looked good. She turned and looked at Tang Mingling. “Auntie, can I stay here tonight? I want to sleep with Ximin.”

Tang Ximin also wanted to play with her friend and couldn’t help but look at her mother with pleading eyes.

Before Tang Mingling could respond, Ji Xun spoke first: “But you didn’t bring any clothes.”

“Ximin has new clothes I can wear!”

Tang Ximin also nodded. “I have lots of new clothes!” Tang Mingling was never lacking in clothes, food, or general necessities for her child, so her closet contained many new, unworn clothes.

“If Ximin agrees, and I happen to have something to discuss with Auntie Tang tonight, then stay.” Ji Xun tilted her head and looked at her. “Is that okay?”

Tang Mingling understood the implied meaning in her eyes. Although she thought resentfully, Why ask me when you’ve already taken the liberty to say she can stay? she could only nod. “But you two can’t stay up too late.”

Unexpectedly, her mother actually agreed. Tang Ximin showed a happy expression.

Tang Mingling saw her daughter’s joy, and her heart suddenly constricted.

“Tonight, we will have a $\text{good}$ discussion about what preparations are needed for tomorrow night’s banquet.” Ji Xun’s cool voice often gave people the impression of seriousness and formality.

But Tang Mingling, whose illusions about her had long been shattered, understood exactly what she was talking about. She only felt sore in her waist and weak in her legs. Fearing a sleepless night, she could only passively remind her, “Tomorrow’s banquet will be exhausting. We don’t need to discuss it too late.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you stay up too late,” Ji Xun said intimately, reaching out to wrap her arm around her waist.