My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter 41

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Author: biohazrd
July 13, 2017
Published: First Published: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is 【心慯悔淨】
Chapter 41: Stealing Fragrance at Midnight (Part 1)
At this moment, the air almost froze. The door to the room opened slightly, and
beads of cold sweat trickled down my forehead, showing how much I was tormented. I didn't even dare to breathe heavily. In desperation,
I looked at the cabinet on the desk next to me, as if grasping at the last straw, and hurriedly stuffed it into the pile of books on the cabinet
.
After I finished, I regretted it. Was I stupid? Why did I put it on the desk of all places? I'm
doomed now.
You know, Fatty Xu spends more time in front of his desk than his bed. Fatty Xu doesn't know
how many "offspring" have died on this desk, because Fatty Xu's computer desk is connected to his desk.
That is to say, if Fatty Xu looks up carefully, it is not difficult for him to find the "problem" on the bookshelf.
There was no time to fix it now. Fatty Xu walked in. Unlike Aunt
Wen, I wasn't calm and collected. Seeing him approach, my expression became furious.
"Hey, Liu Feng, what are you doing hiding here? Come down for dinner."
"Oh, I know."
"What's wrong?" Fatty Xu asked, noticing my pale face.
"I'm fine,"
Fatty Xu looked at me suspiciously, but my eyes kept darting away, avoiding his
gaze. Then, he glanced casually at the computer screen. A voluptuous, pretty actress was bending over, her buttocks facing
the screen, constantly thrusting her large buttocks at the camera. Then, she spread her buttocks open with her hands,
revealing her vulva without hesitation. Although it was blurred by a mosaic, you could still vaguely see some outline
.
Seeing this, Fatty Xu's expression gradually turned strange. He leaned closer to me with a lewd look
. "Anda Yami has a nice figure, right?"
"Huh?"
"Hehe, I knew you were a hypocrite, but I didn't know you were so deceitful. You pretended
to walk away when I was looking at it, but then secretly opened it again when I wasn't looking. You're truly my good brother. Okay, enough, I understand
." As he spoke, he even punched me, pretending to know everything.
What was going on? The more I listened, the more confused I became. Had I been discovered? Had he discovered that I was masturbating with his mother's underwear
, or that I was having an affair with his mother?
It wasn't until I turned around and saw two pale bodies colliding intensely on the computer screen
that I realized I might have accidentally pressed the space bar, restarting the paused computer screen
. I was both amused and exasperated. I was glad that Fatty Xu hadn't suspected anything, but I wanted to cry because I had been caught in a
misunderstanding, and an inexplicable one at that. Rather than letting Fatty Xu find out I took his mother's underwear,
I'd rather let him continue to misunderstand me. It's just that for a while, this "handle" will be used by that
fatso to tease me.
Faced with Fatty Xu's two middle fingers, I turned my head away speechlessly. I had to hold back, no matter how much I wanted to beat
this fatso to death.
"Alright, you brooding Feng, hurry up and go downstairs to eat, I'm starving!" Before I could finish speaking,
the fatso dragged me downstairs at breakneck speed.
When we reached the side hall, Aunt Lan was carrying a pot of soup on the table. Seeing us skipping
in, she frowned. "Honestly, you two brats, don't play here if you want to.
What if you knock over the soup and get burned?"
I remained silent, while Fatty Xu pouted, looking defiant. Just then, Aunt Wen
came out of the kitchen carrying a dish. Seeing this scene, especially Xu Pangzi's reaction, she glared angrily at him.
Seeing the latter shrink back, she calmed down slightly and turned to
Aunt Lan, who was coming out of the kitchen again, saying, "Aunt Lan, that's how you are! You've spoiled this boy rotten. Ordinary lectures wo
n't work; you have to teach him a lesson."
"Hehe, the young master is still a child," Aunt Lan chuckled indifferently.
"You'll spoil him rotten sooner or later,"
I thought to myself, silently listening to Aunt Wen and Aunt Lan's conversation, glancing at the timid Xu Pangzi beside me
. A child? If you knew this guy had been to brothels, and more than once or twice,
would you still treat him like a child?
I suddenly remembered helping Fatty Xu change his grades last time. He said he'd repay me, and
knowing that fatso as I do, I figured it wasn't just empty talk. But I doubt his repayment would be
anything good. Oh well, at least he wouldn't harm me. Even so, I was secretly
a little hopeful.
Lost in thought, a delicate fragrance approached. I belatedly looked up, and as soon as
I turned my head, I bumped into something soft, a faint, sweet milky scent. Then I realized—it was
Aunt Wen's breasts! Of all the women I'd met, only Aunt Wen's breasts had such softness
and that faint, violet-scented milky fragrance.
It turned out Aunt Wen was bringing the dishes to the table. The space in front of me was overflowing with food, and there was still
some room in front of me, so she brought some to my side. She bent down to put the plate down, and just then, I turned my head because of the familiar
scent. And just like that, I bumped right next to those enormous breasts.
Although I lingered over Aunt Wen's soft fragrance, I still had some sense of reason. I knew that Aunt Lan and
Fatty Xu were there, and it wouldn't be good to do anything inappropriate, so I reluctantly turned my head away. Seeing that I seemed to
bounce away from her breasts, Wen Wanting lowered her head, met my gaze, and smiled inexplicably, a smile
that was hard to describe.
Of course, I knew the deeper meaning behind Aunt Wen's smile, and immediately felt a surge of heat in my heart. To be able to do something like that in front of Fatty Xu and
Aunt Lan was incredibly exciting. Especially since I had just been very clear-headed...
Chu sensed that Aunt Wen was completely naked underneath, meaning that since I left the kitchen, Aunt Wen had been
working on the dishes with Aunt Lan while maintaining a "vacuum" state.
I secretly glanced at Aunt Wen's chest area and found that, sure enough, under her Western-style jacket,
the two protrusions of her nipples were faintly visible through her black tight-fitting undershirt. Gazing at Aunt Wen's back from afar, her round buttocks, encased in a tight-fitting pencil skirt
, had an unbelievably perky and full curve, swaying as she walked. I really wanted to
rush over and grab them and fondle them.
Wait, what's that?
With my excellent eyesight, I think I saw something at the base of Aunt Wen's legs. It was—
although the skirt Aunt Wen was wearing today wasn't a mini-skirt, it wasn't very long, supported by her large buttocks
. It only covered her buttocks and fell to the base of her legs, with the lace trim of her black stockings faintly visible.
A thin trickle of white fluid was slowly flowing down the inside of her thigh from deep beneath her skirt, already reaching
the lace of Aunt Wen's stockings, creating a stark contrast with the black lace. Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed it so easily.
Aunt Wen clearly noticed the movement in her thighs as well, and helplessly squeezed her legs together, making
her walk somewhat awkwardly. But at this moment, she couldn't care less; the warm fluid
crawled across her private parts like tiny insects. Even someone who had held a high position for many years felt a pang of fear.
What if all the semen in her vagina leaked out and Aunt Lan or Xiao Pei saw it? And the owner of this semen
wasn't just anyone, but her son's best friend.
Thinking of this, Wen Wanting subconsciously glared at the "culprit," only to see him
secretly spying on her, his gaze fixed on her inner thighs. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
"Ahem,"
Wen Wanting coughed twice as she walked out of the kitchen, subtly signaling me not to go too far,
what if we were discovered? At the same time, a sharp glare fell on me.
Realizing I'd been caught peeping, my face flushed red. I didn't dare meet Aunt Wen's gaze. Although
Aunt Wen and I had developed a relationship, I was still too shy. Someone with a thicker skin
might have openly flirted with Aunt Wen. I turned away dejectedly, subtly
glancing at Aunt Lan and Fatty Xu beside her. Seeing that they didn't seem to notice, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Pei and Xiao Feng, you two eat first. Xiao Feng, try Auntie's cooking! See if it's gotten any worse?"
"Great! I'm starving!" Fatty Xu was the first to respond. Before Aunt Wen finished speaking,
he had already grabbed his chopsticks and was stuffing food into his mouth. I thought to myself, this fatso is
the same at home and at school, no wonder he's so fat. If Xu the Fatso ever dies, I have no doubt he
died from being fat.
"How is it? Xiaofeng, is it good?" Aunt Wen rolled her eyes at her son's eating habits before turning
to ask me.
"Mmm, it's very good, much better than my mom's cooking." This wasn't a compliment; Aunt Wen's cooking skills
were truly unlike those of a pampered lady who never lifted a finger. Her food was much better than what you'd find in restaurants. As for
whether her cooking was better than my mom's, that was hard to say. After all, Aunt Wen's dishes were all delicacies, made
with high-end ingredients, and the flavors were excellent. But how could my family afford such high-end ingredients? Even if we could,
it would cost almost a month's worth of regular food expenses, so whether she surpassed my mom was really hard to say.
Seeing her little sweetheart enjoying his meal, Wen Wanting revealed a smile she had never shown before,
a smile that revealed a womanly side of herself. She then picked up the bowl and chopsticks from the seat next to me, intending to ladle out some soup.
Seeing this, Aunt Lan quickly stood up. "Madam, let me do it."
"No need, I'm in a good mood today, Aunt Lan, please sit down and eat. I can do it myself,"
Aunt Wen said, ladling herself a bowl of soup and sitting down next to me. The soft light couldn't hide her smile.
At this moment, Fatty Xu noticed his mother sitting next to his best friend and felt strange, as his mother usually
sat in the head seat. However, their dining table was an oval marble table, so strictly speaking, there wasn't much of
a distinction between head and tail. It was just that Aunt Wen usually sat at the head of the table, so her suddenly sitting next to me seemed a bit
odd.
"Mom, why are you sitting over there?"
"Who can eat after seeing the way you eat? It's one thing usually, but today Xiaofeng isn't even trying
to control himself. He's making a fool of himself. How old are you? People who don't know better will think I'm abusing you and not feeding you."
Fatty Xu remained defiant, his bad habits incorrigible. "It's no big deal. This is how
I enjoy eating. Anyway, Xia Liufeng isn't an outsider; he's my best brother."
Wen Wanting looked at her son's innocent expression and secretly sneered. Best brother? Just recently, your
best brother was cheating on you with his mother, even shoving his big, thick penis into the
place where you, this little rascal, were born. He was having so much fun. Now, the "evidence" of your good brother's good friend is still
inside your mother.
So Fatty Xu stopped dwelling on it and focused on devouring everything edible in front of him.
Fortunately, Aunt Wen and Aunt Lan knew his appetite well, so they
prepared the food according to his cravings. Suddenly, Aunt Lan, who had been silently eating with her head down, looked up and gave Aunt Wen and me a meaningful glance
.
Aunt Wen then sat down next to me. Although the table was large, Aunt Wen deliberately sat very
close to me. Whether picking up food or getting up to serve rice, she would intentionally or unintentionally touch me.
Even while Aunt Lan was in the kitchen getting soup, Aunt Wen grabbed my penis under the table.
I almost spat out my food. I turned to look at Aunt Wen, who
gave me a teasing look, with a hint of revenge. Aunt Wen was blaming me for doing "bad
things" to her and pretending to be nonchalant while laughing at her, so she deliberately wanted to embarrass me. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear Aunt Wen
's true feelings. If I knew what Aunt Wen was thinking, I would definitely cry out in protest. I have absolutely no
intention of watching her make a fool of herself.
However, since Aunt Wen had provoked me like this, I naturally couldn't let it go so easily. Not to be outdone
, I freed one hand and quietly slipped it under Aunt Wen's skirt, placing it very close
to her private area.
I realized that since that day in the public restroom in the suburbs when I bravely stepped forward and carried Aunt Wen away, I seemed to
have changed a lot. I was no longer as hesitant as before, always thinking about what if I did something wrong. Now, I
considered not so much the consequences, but how to love the person I loved.
My actions made Aunt Wen raise an eyebrow, but she remained outwardly calm. She hadn't expected that this
timid little guy, who had been so submissive not long ago, would dare to so blatantly put his hand under her skirt. She couldn't help but think to herself
, "Interesting"—suddenly, a thought arose in Wen Wanting's mind: to have a good "showdown
" with this young lover. Besides, what 　　could be more exciting than this,
especially in front of my maid, who's been like a sister to me for years, and my own son ? 　　Suddenly, I felt something rubbing against my calf, slowly making its way down to 　　my lower leg, gently lifting my trousers. The exquisite, silky smoothness of the fabric seeped into my senses. I 　　leaned back slightly, finally taking in everything under the table. Now I knew 　　who the "culprit" was teasing me. 　　Aunt Wen's sexy, stockinged legs were climbing up my calf, finally resting on my knees and thighs 　　, constantly rubbing against my groin. She even took off her high-heeled sandals and used her 　　playful little toes, encased in black stockings, to tease me by lifting my trousers. 　　I underestimated Aunt Wen's audacity. She actually managed to slip her left hand into my pants and pull out my 　　large penis. Keep in mind, Fatty Xu was sitting right next to me, albeit at a distance, but we were all 　　at the same table—how far apart could we be? And Aunt Lan was sitting opposite us. Aunt Wen was openly 　　teasing and playing with my penis. 　　Aunt Wen… she was giving me a handjob… 　　right in front of Fatty Xu and Aunt Lan, just through the blind spot of the table, Aunt Wen was holding my genitals 　　and masturbating me. How stimulating! Especially since Aunt Wen pretended to be nonchalant, acting 　　like a gentle and virtuous beautiful woman. Who could imagine that such a generous and elegant, goddess-like Aunt Wen 　　would do such a sordid thing with her son's best friend in front of everyone? 　　Just thinking about it made my penis swell to the point that Aunt Wen could hardly control it. The glans was swollen and purplish-red, and 　　my whole face changed color, with faint bloodshot veins appearing in my pupils. This was the prelude to my ejaculation. At this moment, 　　Aunt Wen also realized that things seemed to be getting out of control, and she quickly stopped moving. However, my penis, which had just been released, 　　began to tremble violently. Her experience as a mature woman told her that this was a sign that I was about to ejaculate. 　　Originally, she only wanted to tease me, but who knew I was so easily aroused. If I ejaculated like this, 　　it would definitely spray everywhere, but I was already on the verge of exploding. If I didn't let it out, 　　it would harm my body. Now, Aunt Wen, who was thinking about her young lover, could not allow such a thing to happen. My 　　health was also related to her lifelong sexual happiness. Seeing this, Aunt Wen had a quick idea. She hurriedly grabbed a few napkins 　　and pressed them against the tip of my penis. Fortunately, she always kept napkins handy when eating Western food, otherwise, she wouldn't have had 　　time to grab tissues at the last minute. 　　Aunt Wen's strange behavior aroused Aunt Lan's suspicion, so she asked, "Madam, what's wrong? 　　Did some soup spill on your clothes?" 　　"I'll get some tissues," Aunt Lan said, immediately getting up. 　　Seeing Aunt Lan stand up, Wen Wanting panicked, afraid that Aunt Lan would see that "erect pillar," and then she 　　wouldn't be able to explain herself. She quickly stopped her, saying, "No need to trouble yourself, it's just a little bit, it's fine, you 　　can change after dinner." 　　"How can you do that? There's oil in the soup, it won't wash off if you don't wipe it off right away," 　　Aunt Wen smiled, pretending to be okay, "It's alright, if it can't be washed off, just don't keep it, donating it is also a good idea." 　　Only a wealthy lady like Aunt Wen could say such a thing. You should know that every piece of 　　clothing Aunt Wen wears is designed by famous designers, and the price of one piece is enough to make ordinary people unable to afford it. If it were her mother, she probably 　　wouldn't even be willing to wear such expensive clothes. 　　Seeing that Aunt Wen had said so, Aunt Lan had no choice but to give up. As for Fatty Xu, that fatso, unless he doesn't eat, once 　　he starts, no one can stop him. He's a complete idiot; as long as there's food, he doesn't care about anything else 　　. There's a reason he's so fat. 　　When Aunt Wen patted my glans with a tissue, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated all at once 　　. You could tell I was holding back quite a bit. The psychological stimulation was incredibly powerful. How many people can experience this 　　, having their best friend's mother masturbating them while they're eating? You won't 　　understand how stimulating it is unless you've experienced it yourself. It was stimulating enough to make me explode without restraint. 　　At the same time, to "repay" Aunt Wen, I secretly took a bowl of soup and switched to using my left hand to hold the spoon. This was 　　to avoid arousing suspicion from Fatty Xu and Aunt Lan, since I'm right-handed, and using chopsticks with my left hand would look too strange; 　　anyone with eyes could see something was amiss. My right hand, meanwhile, slipped under Aunt Wen's skirt, resting on her smooth 　　thigh. I felt the unparalleled sensation of the stockings and slid them inside. 　　Aunt Wen was subtly wiping away my semen with a napkin. My little actions naturally didn't escape her notice, but 　　she just smiled and didn't stop me. Didn't she care that I was playing with her in front of Fatty Xu? 　　Since Aunt Wen didn't stop me, I had fewer reservations and boldly pulled 　　Aunt Wen's skirt up high enough for me to touch her vulva. Soon I touched Aunt Wen's pubic hair; the dark, 　　furry texture felt different in this environment than when I played with her vulva before 　　. A moment later, my fingers touched Aunt Wen's vulva. The warm, moist moisture seemed to 　　breathe hot steam onto my fingers, wetting my fingertips. 　　Was she wet? It had been a while since Aunt Wen and I had our battle in the kitchen; even if there was a lot of vaginal fluid...

The vaginal fluid had almost dried by now, meaning it was freshly produced. Aunt Wen
had been aroused in front of Fatty Xu and Aunt Lan; this was a sign of a woman's arousal. In other words, Aunt Wen, in front of her son,
openly displayed her lust, and the object of her affection was none other than her son's best friend.
I didn't linger long at Aunt Wen's vulva before my fingers moved deeper inside. Ultimately,
my skills with women were still lacking; I could only rely on my instincts. Because Aunt Wen's legs were closed,
her labia were only a slit, but I felt something pulling me. I pried open
the thick, butterfly-shaped labia minora and entered the inner sanctum. The entrance to that honeyed orifice seemed to "eat" my finger
.
I suddenly felt as if I were in a humid paradise, the intense heat permeating my index finger. The
wrinkled flesh walls were writhing, sucking on my finger, as if it were being held in the mouth of some small animal
.
"So good—
if Fatty Xu and Aunt Lan weren't there, I really would have screamed out loud. Is this Aunt Wen's pussy?
Before, when I had sex with Aunt Wen, only my penis went inside; this is the first time I've inserted my finger
.
I've seen male actors use their fingers to penetrate female actors' pussy in AVs, but watching and actually doing it
are two completely different concepts. I don't know how to describe this feeling; it's just very strange. Especially since
the woman I'm playing with is my best friend's biological mother's genitals, it's beyond my understanding of stimulation.
I turned my head to look at Fatty Xu; his fleshy face was constantly chewing, and his fat body was
trembling slightly, seemingly enjoying his master's frantic feeding so that they could continue to grow. I really can't imagine
what Fatty Xu's expression would be if he saw me fingering his mother."
"Mmm..."
Aunt Wen finally couldn't resist the pleasure surging through her body. Although she tried her best to hide it,
the pleasure between her legs was irresistible, and a soft moan escaped her lips. If I hadn't been there,
I would have barely heard it. It was clear that Aunt Wen was trying her best to endure it.
I never imagined that one day I could play with my friend's mother like this. A surge of pleasure welled
up from my mind and flowed to my feet. Who could imagine that a charming and mature woman like Aunt Wen would
do such a shameful thing with her son's best friend under the dinner table?
Suddenly, the back of my hand and even my wrist were "attacked" by a warm current. A faint, warm
feeling came from my palm, and I silently withdrew my hand. I saw that my hand was covered in wet
stains, and water was even dripping from my fingertips.
This is…
I turned around abruptly to look at Aunt Wen, only to see her face flushed and radiant with desire, her eyes
brimming with uncontrollable lust. Although I didn't quite understand, anyone who had watched AVs would know that such a large amount of vaginal fluid meant
Aunt Wen had orgasmed, no, she had squirted.
It was hard to imagine that the chairwoman of a multi-provincial hospital group,
the mother of a sixteen-year-old middle school son, a gentle, virtuous, generous, and graceful mature woman,
would be brought to orgasm by a boy almost the same age as her son, and in front of so
many people, she would squirt such a large amount of vaginal fluid, all while being watched by her own son and the maids who had served their family for many years.
"I have some things to take care of, I'll go upstairs first. Aunt Lan, please tidy up later,"
Aunt Wen said, and then quickly walked out of the side hall as if fleeing. It was clear that Aunt Wen was about to reach her
limit. As she left, I could even see a large amount of water dripping down the inside of her thighs beneath her skirt,
soaking her stockings. If Aunt Wen hadn't been wearing black lace
stockings that day, the lace pattern concealing the water stains, the entire area would have been visible.
After Aunt Wen went upstairs, I looked away and returned to the dining table, only to suddenly find Aunt Lan
staring at me with a strange look, making me very uncomfortable, as if my hidden thoughts had been seen through. However, it was only
a brief eye contact before Aunt Lan quickly looked away, and I guiltily lowered my head.
For the rest of the time, I didn't dare meet Aunt Lan's eyes, and the dinner ended in an eerie atmosphere
. I had originally planned to go home after dinner, but unexpectedly, a sudden thunderstorm broke out, and a torrential
downpour began. It seemed the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon, so I had no choice but to call my mother and tell her I was
staying overnight at Xu Pangzi's house. I then followed the well-fed Xu Pangzi back to his room, leaving Aunt Lan to
clean up the mess.
Unbeknownst to me, shortly after I went upstairs, while arranging the chairs, Aunt Lan noticed
a puddle of water on one of the chairs that hadn't completely dried, with a few drops still remaining.
Aunt Lan dipped her finger in the water, smelled it, and then her eyes lit up with disbelief and suspicion. She then suppressed
her shock and wiped the water stain off the chair with a cloth. After doing all this, Aunt Lan
looked up at the stairs and even upstairs, lost in thought…
For the rest of the time, I played duo queue with Fatty Xu in his room, barely leaving the room.
Although I really wanted to sneak into Aunt Wen's room for a little escapade, I'm still an immature kid
, and I get so engrossed in games that I forget everything else. Wait, you're asking why I play games? Well, please, my
good grades are a recent thing. Before that, I was really mischievous, okay? It's just that I didn't have any sexual activity.
Speaking of which, I have to mention that fatso's gameplay. I wanted to kick him to death several times. He always botched my games. While
others were team fighting, he'd go top lane to farm minions, and he even went tower diving several times. This guy
was just giving the enemy Mejai's Soulstealer stacks. I, a Diamond player, played in Silver games and didn't win a single game. I almost
wanted to jump off the second floor.
I wanted to quit several times, but he dragged me into playing all night. I felt like dying, and not just
once. If it weren't so late, I probably wouldn't have been able to get away. Playing games with this fatso was pure
torture.
I fled back to the room Aunt Lan had prepared for me. A luxurious villa like Xu Fatty's...
A guest room was naturally included. I lay on the bed, lost in thought for a while, my mind on the verge of collapse. Staring at the ceiling
, I thought of my mother. I wondered if she would be angry that I hadn't come home, if she was thinking of me too.
For some reason, whenever I thought of my mother, I remembered the way she gave me oral sex. It was
so exhilarating! I had actually had her give me oral sex twice—a service even my father hadn't enjoyed
. And then, seeing my mother's wet, naked body in the bathroom afterward, immediately reignited a
flame within me.
I hurriedly stripped off my clothes and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting
the cold water cascade over my head. But then, Aunt Wen's elegant and mature body appeared before me,
intertwined with my mother's alluring naked body. The cold water didn't extinguish my desire; instead, it burned even brighter.
I grabbed a bathrobe from the rack, walked out of the bathroom, my eyes filled with confusion, wondering what was wrong with me
? Why couldn't I control myself? I glanced down at my crotch; the arch was so prominent that even the loose
bathrobe couldn't conceal it, and a strange itch ran through me.
I left the room to get a drink of water to calm myself. Passing the stairwell, I
looked up the stairs, and for some reason, a magic seemed to beckon me to go up to the innermost room on the second floor
, to find Aunt Wen…
I hesitated, unsure if I should go. Fatty Xu's room was up there too, and
Aunt Lan's room was on the same floor as my guest room. What would I say if she woke up and found me gone
?
But Aunt Wen's alluring figure lingered in my mind, and the heat in my heart grew
stronger. I steeled myself; ultimately, lust triumphed over reason.
I moved very quietly, stealthily sneaking up to the second floor. "Sneaking" might be a bit of an understatement,
but I did feel like a thief. Passing by Fatty Xu's room, I was tense, afraid to make
a sound, my heart pounding with anxiety, terrified he'd suddenly open the door and come out.
Finally, after much "hardship," I reached Aunt Wen's room, but hesitated
to go in. After all, going to my best friend's mother's room in the middle of the night—even though their relationship was special—was still
a bit inappropriate. This was my first time doing something like this; I'd never imagined I'd dare to sneak into Aunt Wen's room
for a tryst, so I had no idea what to do.
What if Aunt Wen was already asleep? Was I supposed to go in, wake her up, and make her have sex with me
? I was racking my brains, wondering what to do, when suddenly fate made the decision for me.
That's when Fatty Xu's door opened, scaring me half to death. If Fatty Xu saw me
standing at his mother's door in the middle of the night, he'd be suspicious. At that moment, I didn't know what I was doing; it was just a
brain reaction. Just as Fatty Xu was about to come out, I twisted the handle and rushed into Aunt Wen's room.
I wonder if Fatty Xu saw me? When I came to my senses, I found Aunt Wen's room was lit—
or rather, the bedside lamp was on. Aunt Wen was sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
In the soft light, she wore a purple silk nightgown, the sheer fabric giving her a translucent look, with delicate lace patterns adorning it. Her pair of
flawless white legs swayed back and forth. Her cascading hair was no longer
tied up, but flowed freely down her back. Her smooth, delicate skin was as white as snow, and her small, porcelain-white
hands held a magazine.
At this moment, Aunt Wen noticed me, this "uninvited guest." She smiled slightly at me,
stretched lazily, and beckoned me over.
"Aunt Wen, you're not asleep?" I didn't know what to say, so I awkwardly smiled sheepishly. "You don't seem surprised at all by my
appearance."
"Because I've been waiting for you. You're later than I expected."
"Ah? You knew I'd come?"
Aunt Wen gently stroked my forehead. "Hmm, is it so hard to guess your little scheme? But
you are much later than I anticipated. I thought you would have been unable to resist by ten o'clock, but I didn't expect
you to be able to wait until now."
A bead of cold sweat slid down my forehead. As expected of Aunt Wen, I thought that if I hadn't been dragged into playing a few more games by Fatty Xu
, I might have arrived much earlier.
"What if I didn't come?"
"It's hard to say about other people, but if I can't handle you, you little rascal, then all these years of my medical
license have been for nothing," she said, putting down the magazine in her hand, her big, watery eyes looking at me with a hint of mischief in them
. "You didn't come here just to chat, did you?"
"Hehe, well... I..." I didn't know how to respond to Aunt Wen's words. After all, I
've never been very good at flirting. Although I've improved after experiencing a few women,
it's impossible for me to suddenly become a master of seduction. I could only awkwardly laugh awkwardly, "Anyway, Aunt Wen, you
... you know..."
"I don't know," Aunt Wen looked at me with a half-smile.
I knew that Aunt Wen was deliberately teasing me, but what could I do? I was also desperate.
You all know how skilled Aunt Wen is; how could I compare?
"Click,"
a soft sound suddenly came from outside, startling me. After a short while, seeing no further movement,
I calmed down a bit and turned around, only to see Aunt Wen covering her mouth and
chuckling (I won't explain this further, please refer to Baidu Encyclopedia).
"Aunt Wen, what are you laughing at?"
"It's just the sound of Xiao Pei going to the kitchen to find something to eat and then closing the door, and you're this scared ? You
won't be able to conquer Xiao Pei's mother with that much courage."
"You said it, don't regret it." Even a Buddha has some temper;
if I didn't react after Aunt Wen's repeated teasing, would I look like I'm made of clay?
Immediately, I transformed into a hungry wolf, pounced on Aunt Wen, pinned her down, and kissed her alluring red lips.
My hands naturally climbed up to Aunt Wen's large breasts, through the silky pajamas...
wait, Aunt Wen wasn't wearing a bra!! I hadn't noticed before, maybe the pajamas
were loose and I couldn't see her nipples, I hadn't even realized it until I touched them myself.
They were so big, so soft.
"Mmm..." Aunt Wen's warm breath mingled with mine, she didn't seem to mind my roughness at all
, on the contrary, she actively hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. Her
pure, fragrant tongue, with the fennel of her teeth, seeped into my throat, and then returned to Aunt Wen's
small mouth with my breath, but I wasn't satiated with this, because there were still many places for me to conquer. I
kissed down Aunt Wen's pink neck, and soon encountered the barrier of her pajamas, I seemed to be thirsting for more and more
fiercely unbuttoning Aunt Wen's pajamas, freeing those two plump white rabbits.
Looking at Aunt Wen's ample breasts, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, especially
the vibrant purple at the very top, they seemed to beckon me to sin. With such deliciousness before
me, how could I resist? Grabbing one breast in each hand, I wanted nothing more than to bury myself completely within them.
I put both purple nipples in my mouth, finishing one and moving to the other, finally bringing both breasts
together and sucking on the nipples.
"Oh… um…" Suddenly, Wen Wanting, who was enjoying the sensation of my rubbing her breasts, frowned inexplicably.
"Gently… don't be so rough… you're hurting me…"
It turned out my teeth had accidentally scratched her. But there was no way around it; Aunt Wen's breasts were simply
too delicious. The rich milky aroma lingered between my lips and teeth—a scent only women who had given birth and produced milk possessed
. I truly envied Fatty Xu for growing up under the caress of these breasts.
The fleshy mounds of her enormous breasts rolled and swayed as I kneaded them, their white flesh dazzling my eyes. I was
truly grateful for the blessings of fate that allowed me to be favored by Aunt Wen. The enormous breasts that so many men dream of,
I held so easily in my hands, to be played with at will. While other kids my age were still
drooling over the big-breasted actresses in AVs, I was already able to hold
the breasts of a charming, mature woman in my hands and play with them however
I wanted. At this moment, her sexy, transparent nightgown became an obstacle to me. Even the smoothest silk
couldn't compare to Aunt Wen's delicate, smooth skin, and even the most alluring thing couldn't compare to her breathtakingly alluring vulva. I
casually pulled off Aunt Wen's nightgown, instantly revealing her mature, voluptuous body before me.
Gazing at this masterpiece, I didn't know where to begin;
every part of Aunt Wen's body deeply attracted me. For some reason, my gaze swept over the nightgown lying beside me, and
a thought suddenly popped into my head.
"Aunt Wen, I want to..."
"Hmm?"
"Could you... wear... wear stockings and... with me..."
To be continued... in the next chapter
******************************** Next chapter still a long way off ********************************
[It's been a long time since I've commented, and today I logged in and over thirty comments popped up. I can only say it's an honor;
it's the greatest pride for an author to have their work appreciated by so many people. However, I've roughly looked
at the comments, and many people feel I've strayed too far from the main plot, focusing more on Aunt Wen than on the mother. Actually
, that's not the case. This story is inherently a multi-plot story. I think I mentioned it before; there will be several main plots
focusing on the female lead. Yes... that's right, the main subplot is still the mother, which runs throughout the entire story.
It's just that, as you know, I sometimes have mental blocks and get a little silly while writing.] Let me put it this way:
the part about Aunt Wen was originally planned to be only two or three chapters long. However, I always tend to
procrastinate when writing, and it ended up being several chapters long. That's why you feel it deviates from the main plot. If
you pay close attention, you'll see that the content of these few chapters could actually be combined into one or two. For
other authors, a few words would suffice to summarize a section. It's not that I want to be pretentious; it's just my writing
style. I can't change my bad habits. If you want a faster pace, it's simple. I can force myself
not to write so much, which would save me time. Do you think conceiving a complete plot is that
easy? If I could sum it up in a few words, wouldn't it be much easier for me? I no longer get stuck on a scene. Many
times, I can't write because I don't know how to make the plot seem plausible. That's why I spend
half an hour drafting and can't write more than a few words. I just jump in and get to work. Erotic stories are the easiest to write, honestly."
[I've rambled on again. As for the update issues you mentioned, I still can't
help it. Brothers, I'm broke. I'm staying home lately to prepare for my driving test, and my family keeps nagging me to
find a job. How am I supposed to find one? Tell me! Going to a vocational school is useless if you can't get into university, and adult college diplomas
aren't even recognized. What's the point? I have no motivation to write. Who doesn't want
to make a living while pursuing their interests? But that's just a dream. Tell me how to solve this? Or maybe each of you readers
could donate a dollar?] If a hundred people read this, I'll have a hundred bucks, enough
to cover my food expenses for a few days. I'm not a very ambitious person, and I have a somewhat pessimistic view of life. My parents probably can't rely on
me to support them, and marriage is something I might consider in my next life. Right now, I'm basically just living one day at a
time.
[The next chapter might be my... last chapter published on the forum
. Maybe I'll post it again in a few months. Although I feel a little ashamed to say this, since
I started writing just for fun, now that profit is involved, I feel my pride as an author is
being tarnished. Oh well, call me realistic or mercenary, see you again sometime.]
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