[Like a Youth] (06)

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Hearing my blunt and explicit words, Aunt Xia in my arms shook her head even more violently, pounding

on me with her hands. Her low, tearful voice, like a piercing scream, assaulted my eardrums as she desperately tried to break free from

my embrace. Her thighs, clad in dark gray stockings, slammed against my thighs with her

high heels, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom.

With a "go all in" attitude, I ignored Aunt Xia's resistance,

grabbed her legs with both hands, lifted her up, and

slid my hands down her smooth stockings to her rounded buttocks under her skirt. I exaggeratedly tossed her onto the sink

counter , placing her on the tiles. One hand pressed firmly against her knees,

while the other supported her upper body to prevent her from easily falling down.

Aunt Xia was frightened by my series of actions. Before she could fully react, I forced her to sit on the stage

. Her upper body was a little unsteady, so she hurriedly braced herself against the marble behind her with one hand and grabbed my shoulder with the other to maintain her balance.

Her high breasts swayed and then became even more prominent in front of me.

"What are you doing... let me go!"

Aunt Xia said, her voice trembling with tears.

I ignored her and continued what I was doing. My hand, which was pressing down on Aunt Xia's silk-stockinged legs, moved up to grab the top of her lace skirt, which was slightly pulled up because her legs were forcibly

spread apart . Aunt Xia immediately pressed

the hand that was on my shoulder onto my hand, pressing down hard on the hem of the skirt, and desperately shook her head to refuse. "No...no...

don't!"

I released my hand that was holding her body and forcibly reached inside her skirt and pressed it against her right thigh. I used

my wrist . Aunt Xia straightened her upper body and reached over from behind to press

my hand tightly inside the skirt. My hand was pressed tightly against her thigh, and I felt the elasticity

and heat coming from below.

I put my full effort into it, and naturally, Aunt Xia couldn't compete. I pulled up most of her skirt

, revealing the thong of her stockings and her lower body covered by blue silk panties. Seeing

the coolness around her lower body and the amount of skin exposed, Aunt Xia struggled even more fiercely, kicking and shaking her legs wildly.

With a soft "thud," her dark blue high heel hit the ground. Ignoring her foot, she curled her left leg up and

squeezed between us, using her knee to push me away from my lower abdomen.

I pressed forward forcefully, my hand inside her skirt touching the soft flesh of her triangle area, my fingertips resting on

the outside of her stockings and panties, feeling the firm, hot touch.

When Aunt Xia saw that I had touched her private parts, she used her legs to

kick me backward, stepping on my thigh with her silk-clad foot. As I pressed forward, she kicked me back with all her might. Just as we were entangled and neither of us could advance or retreat, and I was about to resort to violence

, a soft female voice came from outside the bathroom door.

"Sister-in-law, are you in there?"

It was my mother, Mu Ruoyu's, voice. Aunt Xia and I were both startled.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, held my breath, and dared not make a sound.

Aunt Xia also looked very nervous. She gently pushed me away, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, coughed lightly to clear her

throat, and said to the door, pretending to be calm, "Ruoyu? Yes, I'm in there."

"Sister-in-law, are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell? I was a little worried because you were in the bathroom for so long."

My mother's voice was still so calm, and I couldn't tell that she was concerned. I was a little speechless.

Since my mother was right outside the door, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. I quietly stepped aside and waited for Aunt Xia and my mother

to continue.

Seeing me step back, Aunt Xia hurriedly and quietly climbed down from the sink. Her left leg, dangling in the air

, was suspended in the air as she balanced on one foot. She pulled down the short skirt I had rolled up, covering her lower body, and

after quickly tidying herself up, she stretched out her left foot to reach for the high heel lying beside her. In a calm voice, she replied, "It's alright

, Ruoyu. I'm much better now. I'll touch up my makeup and come right away. Ruoyu, you can go back now."

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, watching Aunt Xia successfully hook the dark blue high heel lying diagonally on the floor tile.

She pulled her slender leg back, and the heel hung steadily on her toes. She lowered her left side slightly, gently

pulled the shoe on with her left hand, and then straightened her clothes. She stood gracefully on the floor tile,

glancing at me and pointing to the bathroom door with her pretty chin. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't want to talk.

"Okay, I'll head over then. Honestly, where has Haoxuan run off to again?"

The voice seemed to be fading into the distance from the bathroom. Although the last few words were my mother talking to herself, I could still hear her slightly annoyed voice from not

far . Seeing Aunt Xia turn to me as if to say something, I was just about to move

when my phone suddenly rang in my pants. The intro to the ringtone I had cut out echoed in the quiet bathroom, startling me

. Aunt Xia also looked at me in a panic. I quickly took out my phone, covered the speakerphone, and immediately turned the volume down. Luckily,

it wasn't too loud, or my mother outside the door would definitely have heard. I gripped the vibrating

phone tightly with both hands, looking at the caller ID on the screen. My heart was in my throat. Getting a call in this kind of environment

was truly nerve-wracking.

Aunt Xia, standing a little further away, was also quite startled, looking at me nervously. I gestured towards the door, and

Aunt Xia panicked even more, quietly approaching me and whispering, "Is that your mother on the phone?"

I felt a little awkward hearing that, but this wasn't the time for jokes. I

nodded didn't speak, letting my phone vibrate incessantly.

Aunt Xia looked a little nervous. "What should we do?"

"Don't answer,"

I didn't say much, my mind racing, trying to come up with an excuse to apologize. I knew without a doubt it was

a call to scold me.

Finally, the phone stopped vibrating, and we both breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Aunt Xia, who glanced at me

and then quickly ran to the mirror by the sink, opened her handbag, and started touching up her makeup.

I remained silent; even in a moment like this, a woman wouldn't forget to put on makeup.

A few minutes later, Aunt Xia finished tidying up and walked over to me. Her face had regained its previous refined and elegant appearance

. She said softly, "I'll go out first. You tidy up and come out later, okay?"

I didn't say anything and rolled my eyes at her.

Wasn't that obvious? Did she think I was stupid enough to go out with her? "This time I'll pretend nothing happened,

and I won't tell anyone else. I hope you can forget about it too,"

Aunt Xia said in a serious tone, as if she had suddenly become a different person. She then immediately picked up her handbag and headed for the door.

I watched Aunt Xia walk away from me .

Suddenly, I grabbed her hand. Aunt Xia stopped

, turned around, and looked at me questioningly. I smiled slightly, walked closer to her, and quickly reached under her skirt to touch her thigh, which was covered in

dark gray stockings. Before she could react, I felt

quite skilled at it. "I'll forget,"

I said to Aunt Xia with a smile. Aunt Xia immediately pulled her hand away from me, her face cold. She pressed

down , walked to the door, and opened it a little. "That's for the best,"

she said, leaving without looking back. She closed the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I

looked down at the missed calls on my phone and fell into deep thought.

After waiting in the bathroom for a while, I picked up the towel that Aunt Xia had thrown on the floor and tossed it into the sink. Then

I calmly walked out and looked at the closed door of the dining room not far away. I wondered if the excuse I had just come up with would work in front of

my mother .

I slowly walked to the door, and just as I was about to open it, the door was suddenly pulled open. I

came . I was startled and shrank back, looking at my mother standing in front of me. My mother also lowered her eyes, her face

unchanged, but her eyes were a little frightening.

"So you know how to come back? I called you but you didn't answer. Where did you go? You can't even give me a peaceful meal."

"Hahahaha, my phone was on silent so I didn't hear it. Just now... I didn't go anywhere, just

wandered around outside, hahahahaha... Mom, are you leaving?"

I pretended to be innocent, changing the subject while glancing into the living room, noticing that Aunt Xia was also cautiously looking in

our .

"Um... I have something to do at the company and I need to go there. After dinner, Uncle Li and Auntie will take you

home , or you can take a taxi yourself."

My mother stared at me. "Go back and study hard, you hear me? I've already set

a goal —top 20 in the class. If you don't get it, you'll be punished."

After saying that, my mother glanced at her watch on her left wrist, turned around and greeted Auntie Xia and the others, then pushed aside me, who was blocking

the doorway , and walked out.

I was secretly pleased that I had escaped, but when I heard what my mother said, I immediately slumped and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Huh?"

My mother patted my back lightly. "Keep your voice down, hurry up and go inside."

She then walked to the door, opened the gate to the yard, and went out.

I slumped in my chair with a sour face. Uncle Li smiled and said to me, "Your mother is doing this for your own good.

How is it, Haoxuan? Have you eaten enough? Would you like some dessert?" I noticed that Uncle Li's face was slightly flushed;

he must have drunk quite a bit. "That's enough, Uncle Li. I've eaten more than enough."

"Hey, don't call me Uncle Li. There's no need to be so polite among family. Just call me Uncle Jun

. Your aunt can be called Aunt Jing. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me. I'll definitely help my nephew."

Was this old man having a drunken rampage? I had a headache. I looked at Aunt Xia, who was eating her food with her head down and didn't say anything.

Despite my bad mood, I didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so I greeted him, "Thank you, Uncle Jun.

I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future."

"Hahahaha, no problem, no problem. As long as it's something your Uncle Jun can do, I'll definitely do it for you!" He

then took another sip of the wine on the table.

"Chongjun, drink less, you have to drive later,"

Aunt Xia frowned, looking a little annoyed at Uncle Jun. I stared at her profile without saying a word.

"By the way, Uncle Jun, can Aunt Xia really tutor me?"

I turned to Uncle Jun and asked, my words making Aunt Xia shudder and tilt her head to look at me.

"English, right? Yes, no problem. I've already talked to your mom. Whenever your Aunt Jing is free, she can

come to to tutor you,"

Uncle Jun said generously.

I smiled but didn't say anything. Aunt Xia, however, was very anxious. "Chongjun, I've thought about it and decided to forget it. I'm afraid I won't be able to teach

Haoxuan and it will delay his studies. Let's find Haoxuan a new tutor. By the way, I... I know someone

who teaches English..."

"Hey, what's wrong with teaching? You're an English teacher yourself. Why bother others? Besides, we don't

know how well someone else teaches. What if Haoxuan suffers? It'll be more comfortable for him to learn from you, won't it? Jingya,

don't keep refusing in front of Haoxuan. You're an elder; you should act like one."

Uncle Jun was a little angry, and he leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, speaking earnestly.

Seeing the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, I tried to smooth things over. "It's alright, Uncle Jun. You have to understand that Aunt Xia

is busy. As a teacher, she's usually very busy, and she can't afford to waste her precious free time on me. Don't listen to my mom's nonsense; I

just have a slightly better English grade and don't need any tutoring at all."

"Listen to Haoxuan, how sensible he is! It's settled then, Jingya, you'll be responsible for helping Haoxuan with his English

studies , no changes. Haoxuan, don't worry about it, Uncle will definitely help you. Come on, let's continue eating, how about some

drinks?"

"No, Uncle Jun, I don't drink much. You should drink less too, you still have to drive back later."

I shook my head, glanced at the dazed Aunt Xia, felt bored, and shook my head again. Just as I was about to speak,

my phone kept vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and saw it was Yaoyan calling. "Excuse me, Uncle Jun, I'll go outside

to take this call."

I got up and went outside to answer the phone.

"Moshi moshi, Haoxuan, where are you?"

"...Moshi my foot, you've been watching too much anime, you idiot. I'm eating out, what do you want?"

"Hehehe, come to my house, I'll show you something good, hehehe..."

Hearing Zhang Yaoyan's disgusting laughter, I felt a chill run down my spine and felt nauseous. I immediately refused, "

No! I'm busy!"

"Please, it really is something good, please, brother, come quickly, I'm not lying to you, come quickly, you know my

house, right?"

I pondered for a moment, unable to think of what good thing this guy could bring out. I guessed he had just bought a new simulation

game or found a good movie. I figured I had nothing else to do later, so I agreed, "Okay, I'll be right there

, is it the neighborhood near the Roman Square?"

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up, you'll be shocked when you get there, hehehe..."

I couldn't stand his lewd laughter, so I hung up the phone and turned to go to my room.

After explaining to Uncle Jun and the others for a long time, they finally allowed me to move around freely. After saying goodbye softly, I glanced at Aunt Xia, who

was looking down and seemed listless, and then left.

I checked the map on my phone and found that it was surprisingly close to Yao Yan's house, only a ten-minute walk.

I checked the time, 9:27 PM, still early, so I decided to walk and follow the navigation

.

April in Zhongdu was already a bit hot; a few people were walking sparsely, their clothes

giving off a summery vibe. The streets under the night sky had lost their daytime hustle and bustle, as if softly announcing

the arrival of nightlife. I walked silently, looking at the winding road stretching into the distance, a strange

restlessness welling up inside me. After

walking for a while, I arrived at the entrance of Yao Yan's upscale residential complex. The security guard at the gate stopped me. I explained that

I was looking for someone and gave him my address and name, but he still insisted on registering my phone number and other information before letting me go.

Entering the residential complex, I felt an overwhelming sense of irritation. Angrily, I took the elevator to the 11th floor and,

instead of ringing the doorbell, banged loudly on Yao Yan's door. "Hey, bro, you're here! Why are you in such a bad mood today? Who upset

you?"

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Yao Yan's short haircut.

I said irritably, "It's you! Your building's security guard wouldn't let me in for ages!"

"Haha, that shows how dedicated he is. I'll tell him next time,"

Yao Yan said, letting me in. I took off my shoes at the door and went inside. Yao Yan's living room was

as upscale and scholarly as ever. Having known him for so long, I only vaguely remembered that his father

was the director of the transportation bureau in some county-level city, and his mother was a teacher or headmistress at a middle school in our city.

I rarely saw them home when I visited Yao Yan before; I guessed they were both very busy.

I didn't see them again today, so I couldn't help but ask him, "Yaoyan, where are your parents? Aren't they home?"

"My mom went to see my dad, said she had something to discuss, she'll probably be back later,"

I replied casually. It was actually more comfortable without the adults at home. "Hey,

whose ? There are so many!"

I asked, standing in front of the living room, looking at the paintings on the wall.

"Oh, my mom wrote them. She likes to do calligraphy, painting, and other literary things at home. She likes to hang them up randomly

if she thinks they're nice, it's such a hassle! What? You, a simpleton, can even understand them?"

Yaoyan stood next to me, looking up at the wall with me.

I ignored his sarcasm, looking at the elegant yet powerful calligraphy on the paper, which gave off a sense of competence and high

cultivation . I hadn't expected Yaoyan's mother to have such a hobby; no wonder she's a teacher, her character is truly

different.

But I tilted my head and looked at the scoundrel standing to the side, looking at me with a mocking expression. He had failed to cultivate himself in this scholarly atmosphere

. I shook my head and patted his shoulder. "You've become quite excellent, haven't you?"

"Get lost, stop with the nonsense. You're insulting me indirectly again. Don't think I don't know! I'm not going to argue with you. Come on,

let's go to my room. I'll show you something good."

I silently followed him to his room, sat down on his bed, and said weakly,

"Tell me, what is it? Why are you being so mysterious? Did you download a new movie?"

"What? I only watch new movies secretly by myself. How could I share it with you! It's

something even better than a new movie. This is the real thing."

Yao Yan carefully took out a small, dark blue bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. It was very ordinary,

a bit like a medicine bottle from a hospital.

"What's this?"

I asked, a little curious. "Hehehe, I worked hard to get this. Remember Brother Xiaoping? The one who

used to take us to bars, the skinny, creepy guy? I ran into him right after I left the internet cafe last time

, and he secretly gave me this. Do you know what it is?"

Zhang Yaoyan winked at me. "It's sleeping pills, but stronger than regular sleeping pills. Brother Xiaoping

said that just one pill can keep you asleep all day. Pretty amazing, right?"

"Hey, Zhang Yaoyan, do you know what you're doing? Are you crazy? What are you going to do with these kinds of drugs?

You perverted lolicon, you wouldn't...?! Hey, that's illegal!"

"What the hell are you thinking! How could I do something like that? Besides, I'm not a lolicon, I just like

girls younger than me, I'm not a pervert. How could I do something so disgusting? Get out of here. I took this medicine... just in case... I'm not planning on doing anything... and it was strongly

recommended , I couldn't resist his kindness so I accepted it..."

"...Really? I don't believe you didn't give him something, like money or something?"

I retorted loudly.

"...Just a little bit of money, only a little over a thousand!"

Yao Yan said softly.

"Damn, this thing costs a thousand? You're crazy for women, aren't you? Where did you get so much money?

You didn't even know if it was real or fake before buying it. Are you out of your mind?"

I was speechless. This idiot probably didn't even realize he'd been scammed. "They just gave you some random cold medicine and

you didn't even know! My god, Zhang Yaoyan, you're really stupid. Where did you get so much money?"

Although Yaoyan's family was quite wealthy, his mother, who held the reins, couldn't possibly have given him that much money.

"...I got it from my dad because I was treating people to dinner..."

Yaoyan was a little scared when he saw how angry I was. "But Brother Xiaoping said it was genuine and that if it didn't work, I could get my

money back ."

"Are you stupid? Do you know where he is? Do you have his phone number? Seriously, you believe everything he says?

Why don't you try the medicine yourself?"

This guy is really... infuriating.

"Fine, I'll try it! I don't believe it!"

Yao Yan got angry at my harsh words and ran to the living room to get a glass of water. But he hesitated

at the table, picking it up and putting it down repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, if you don't dare, that's fine. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to the bathroom. You've made my stomach hurt."

I ignored him, stood up and walked to his bathroom. When I washed my hands, my eyes inadvertently caught sight

of a laundry basket next to the washing machine. It must be Yao Yan's laundry basket. It was covered with

a pile of clothes Yao Yan had worn during the day and a few towels. In the middle, there was a white shirt and a black garment, which were

pressed down so I couldn't tell if they were pants or a skirt. They must be Yao Yan's mother's clothes. But through the openwork basket,

the most obvious thing I could see was a pair of flesh-colored stockings lying there quietly. Only one leg of the stockings

was rolled up and resting in the gap of the basket, not pressed down. The rest was pressed down among the clothes.

I was a little dazed when I suddenly remembered the black stockings in Zichuan's mother's room. My

heart skipped a beat, and I started pounding. I slowly crouched down near the laundry basket, gently lifted the top towel, and

slowly inside. The moment I touched the stockings, the silky smooth texture sent a shiver down my spine. I carefully

straightened the rolled-up stockings, making sure the toe reached the very top edge of the basket. I examined

the was thicker than the rest of the stocking, and the fabric felt incredibly smooth to the touch.

I leaned closer and brought the toe to my nose, inhaling deeply. A faint leathery scent mixed with a

unique fragrance filled my senses, along with a hint of sweat. But it wasn't pungent at all; on the contrary,

it blended with the stocking scent to create a richer aroma that stimulated my hormones. This was a completely

different .

I was a little excited, and I took deep breaths, greedily inhaling the toes of the skin-colored stockings. But I knew I

couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long, and I couldn't get the stockings dirty again like before. I touched the stockings, took

a few deep breaths at the toes, and was about to get up when I felt something was missing. I felt very hot inside. I stared at the stockings for a while

, then put the toes in my mouth and took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance. After that, I took them out, carefully rolled them

up, and put them back. I put the clothes back in the laundry basket and went out, glancing at them one last time as I closed the door.

After calming myself down, I went back to Yao Yan's room and found him still sitting at his desk, staring blankly at the pills. I rolled

my eyes. "What, still haven't made up your mind? No need to try it. I told you it was fake, but you didn't believe me.

How could you trust something from someone like that? Give me the pills, I'll throw them away for you. I'll transfer half the money to you later. You should be exposed to the darker side of

society , you spendthrift."

"Tch, I was just waiting for you to come back so I could see how effective the pills were. I don't believe it, just watch!"

Yao Yan said, as if he had made up his mind. He popped a pill into his mouth, picked up the water glass next to him, took a sip of

water, and swallowed it.

"How was it?"

I asked calmly. "Hmm... sweet, but I didn't feel anything."

After a while, Yao Yan looked a little worried, probably realizing he'd been tricked. "Come on, it's definitely fake

. Besides, someone as handsome as you doesn't need drugs, does he?"

I teased him. "Where's the comic? I'll read some comics and then go back."

Zhang Yao Yan took the comics from the bookshelf and handed them to me in a low voice, then sat back down at his desk and started playing on

the computer . I lay on his bed with my back to him, reading the comics and chatting idly with him. But after a while,

I noticed Yao Yan wasn't replying. Curious, I turned around and saw that he was slumped over his desk,

the game screen still flashing. My heart sank, and I quickly got out of bed and ran to his side. I nudged him

, "Hey, Zhang Yaoyan, what's wrong? Hey!"

I shouted, but he didn't move. I leaned over, "Thank goodness he's still breathing. No way,

is this drug real?"

I was a little surprised, thinking that he might be faking it. So I slapped Yaoyan's cheek a few times

, making his face turn red, but he didn't react at all, only his breathing was light and steady.

"Really?"

I still felt a little skeptical. I waited a few more minutes and filmed for a few more minutes, but Yao Yan's face was

red from all the slapping and he still didn't move. I picked up the dark blue bottle on the table, stared at it intently, and felt

a strange sensation welling up inside me. After a while, I gripped it tightly in my hand and put it in my bag. I

dragged his bed, forced him to turn off the computer, checked the time (about 10 pm), and thought I'd get

scolded if I didn't go back soon. I turned off the light and closed the door to his room, walked to the living room, and suddenly remembered the flesh-colored stockings in the bathroom. I stopped

, stared at the calligraphy on the wall, pondered for a moment, shook my head, and went out. "Next time."

It was already 10:30 pm when I got home. "Oh no, I'm definitely going to get scolded."

I stood at the door, a little scared. I carefully and quietly opened the door, only to find the house dark and empty

. It seemed my mother hadn't come home yet. I breathed a small sigh of relief.

My mother was busy with work and often came home late, so I was used to it and didn't think much of it. I closed

the door, changed my shoes, and went inside.

After I finished washing up, I sat at the table, staring blankly at the small bottle I'd brought back from Yao Yan's house. A mix of inner turmoil,

unease, and guilt swirled within me. I was lost in thought for a long time, finally deciding that things should be left to their own devices. I

hid the bottle under the mattress and lay downstairs, almost falling asleep while playing on my phone. Then I heard the sound of a door opening downstairs. I

guessed it was my mother returning, so I put down my phone and went downstairs.

There stood a tall, slender woman in a business suit, supporting my swaying mother. I was startled and quickly rushed over to help.

I recognized the young woman supporting my mother; I'd seen her before at my mother's company. She seemed to be

one of assistants; I usually called her Sister Lu.

"Sister Lu, why is my mom so drunk?"

I asked, looking at my mother, whose eyes were closed and face was flushed.

"I'm sorry, Haoxuan, the department managers at the company had dinner today, and your mother had a few drinks and that's how she

is,"

Sister Lu said, looking at me with a troubled expression. I was speechless, looking at my mother standing limply beside me, reeking of

alcohol, and feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Haoxuan, help your mother inside and get her some hangover medicine. She already threw up at the hotel, so she shouldn't

throw up again. I'm leaving now. Oh, by the way, I brought Mr. Mu's car back for her. Here, the car keys."

After saying that, Sister Lu gently let go of her mother's hand. Her mother leaned against me, and a strong

smell of alcohol hit me. I quickly turned my head back, looking disgusted; I couldn't stand the smell.

I put my left arm around my mother's rounded shoulder and took the car keys from Sister Lu with my right hand,

thanking her.

"Well, Haoxuan, I'm leaving now. Take good care of Mr. Mu. Thank you."

After saying that, she winked and closed the door.

I tilted my head and looked at my mother, whose head was resting on my shoulder. Her soft bangs fell down , partially obscuring her meticulously sculpted

profile. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her bright eyes were closed, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly. A blush graced her fair face, and

her soft lips parted occasionally with her soft breathing. Gazing at my mother's beautiful face, her lips, nose, eyes,

and brows, I felt as if I were admiring a tranquil landscape painting. From afar, she appeared gentle and unrestrained; up close, she seemed serene and elegant—an indescribable beauty.

I supported my mother's soft body, and, accompanied by the sweet fragrance emanating from her, softly called, "Mom, wake up,

Mom..."

My mother gave a soft "hmm" and then fell silent. I hadn't expected her to be so drunk. I felt a headache coming on

and thought should help her back to her room first.

I looked down and saw that my mother was wearing dark beige high heels with straps around her ankles. "This is a bit tricky."

To help my mother take off her shoes, I had to put one of her arms around my neck and the other around

her waist, gently helping her sit down against the shoe cabinet. I bent down and squatted in front of my mother's legs. My heart suddenly

started pounding violently a few times and then continued to pound rapidly. I don't know what was wrong with me,

and my hands reaching for my mother's feet were trembling.

The moment my hand touched my mother's calf, I felt an electric shock throughout my body. A strange

current traveled from my back to every cell. I swallowed hard and carefully unfastened the strap at her ankle with trembling hands

. My mother's fair and delicate instep was even smoother under a layer of transparent flesh, and the fine, bluish-

green veins were clearly visible. After finally unfastening the strap, I gently pulled it, and my four fingers on my right hand accidentally brushed

against my mother's calf, rubbing against the stockings. The silky, soft touch immediately aroused my lower body.

I held my breath, taking a deep breath as if to clear my mind of all distractions. My left hand gently held my mother's

ankle, my right hand lightly grasping the heel of her high heel. With a slight pull, the dark beige heel

separated , revealing its smooth contours. I slowly lifted the heel, pushing it outwards along the direction of her foot. My heart

pounded even harder. Slowly, a delicate, beautiful foot, encased in a sheer nude stocking, emerged from the high heel and rested quietly

in my hand, filling my entire field of vision. With a

"thud

," the high heel landed on the floor. I stared at that beautiful foot, momentarily speechless, forgetting to think.

The sheer nude stocking seemed to blend completely into the flesh-colored fabric of my mother's foot; without the hallway

lights, it was impossible to see the layer of stockings covering it.

Her jade-like feet, tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, were warm, soft, and delicate. The exquisite

silk-clad feet, freed from the constraints of high heels, quietly unfolded. Below the transparent toes, five neat and exquisite toes, glistening and full, stood quietly side by side.

The light blue nail polish, shining through the thin stockings, added endless allure and depth. I could strongly feel

the thinness and smoothness of the stockings and the soft warmth of my mother's beautiful feet, which made my heart flutter and my hormones surge uncontrollably.

I looked up to observe my mother's sleeping face. Her eyes were still closed, her expression peaceful and normal.

Growing bolder, my left hand, holding her ankle, slid down, cupping her smooth, rounded heel in my palm

and gently stroking it. My middle three fingers, pressed against the soft flesh of her sole, rubbed against her stockings, moving erratically.

My right hand carefully slid down her calf to her foot, gently caressing it. It was the first time I

had ever touched a woman's beautiful feet in stockings so closely, especially my mother's. My emotions surged, unable to calm down. My mother's

soft smooth feet felt like precious treasures in my hands—fair, delicate, silky, and warm,

gleaming alluringly through the sheer flesh-colored stockings.

My heart grew hotter and hotter, so hot that I couldn't resist leaning closer to admire those beautiful feet more deeply.

Suddenly, my mother shifted slightly, and one of her feet slipped from my grasp, landing on

the floor with her cute toes curled up.

I was startled by the sudden movement and plopped down on the floor tiles. My heart was pounding in my chest. I

thought my mother had woken up, so I quickly looked up and saw her pretty face. She was still fast asleep with her eyes closed, so I breathed a heavy

sigh of relief . "Damn it, I almost made a mistake."

I stared at my mother, who was curled up against the shoe cabinet, fast asleep. One of her beautiful feet was bare on the floor, while the other was still

wearing a high heel. She looked a little weak. I patted my cheeks. "I'd better help her back to her room quickly. She'll

catch a cold "

Without hesitation, I quickly took off her other high heel strap, put slippers on her, and lifted her soft body up

again , slowly carrying her to her room.

I opened my mother's room door and gently laid her down on the bed. I turned on the bedside lamp, its

soft light illuminating her face. I gently nudged her arm and whispered softly, "Mom...Mom

...wake up. How are you? Does your head still hurt? Do you feel nauseous?"

My shaking slightly roused her. Her previously closed eyes opened a little, and she held her head,

slurring, "Haoxuan? Get Mom a glass of water."

Seeing that she had no strength left, her hand fell limply, her consciousness not fully

restored , I was a little worried. But I went out to get the water anyway. Standing in the living room, for some reason, I suddenly remembered

the small bottle in my room, a restless feeling slowly creeping over me. I recalled my mother's fair, silky

feet by the door, and felt an intense heat rising within me.

But then I thought of my mother's pained expression, and reason instantly prevailed, banishing all my

fantasies. "Gu Haoxuan, you're really crazy," I thought. I poured the water and returned to my mother's room.

"The water's here, Mom,"

I said, handing her a glass of water. She sat up slightly, took a small sip, closed her eyes, and lay back

down, turning her head to the side without saying a word, quietly falling asleep.

Seeing her gradually drifting off to sleep, I didn't want to disturb her. I covered her with a thin blanket, turned off the bedside

lamp, and half-drawn the curtains, letting in a little light from outside to keep the room from being too dark. Then, I

quietly closed the door and went back to my own room.

I turned off the light and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep, but I tossed and

turned, unable to fall asleep. My mind was filled with the wonderful sensation of my mother's silk-stockinged feet and her soft, delicate body. I turned to my side, forcing

myself not to think about these things, commanding myself to fall asleep quickly, but the more I did this, the less I could sleep, and my mind became increasingly alert.

Crazy, daring thoughts kept flashing through my head, and I was afraid of my own audacity. I closed my eyes,

but constant "thump-thump-thump"

sound in my heart, in my ears, on the pillow, and throughout the entire room. I didn't know if it was the sound of my heart beating, or if it was an encouraging horn, but I

knew that if this continued, I would definitely go crazy.

I got out of bed, barefoot, and tiptoed carefully to

the door . I hesitated for a long time, then gripped the doorknob tightly, turned it very gently, and slipped

inside.

I was incredibly nervous, my heart pounding with anxiety. Staring into the pitch-black room, with only a sliver of light streaming in

, I didn't dare move. I stood there in the doorway, staring at the bed for a long, uneasy moment. Seeing that the bed was empty...

There was no sound except for the even breathing of my mother in her deep sleep and the pounding of my own heart.

I mustered my courage, held my breath, and tiptoed forward, afraid to make a sound. With

each step closer to the bed, the chill on my back grew stronger, my heart pounded more fiercely, and

a light .

My heart

pounded even more violently; I truly felt that if I wasn't careful, it would burst out of my chest

.

I trembled as I moved forward; those few steps from the bed felt like an eternity.

Finally, with great difficulty, I reached the foot of the bed. I looked at my mother lying there, fast asleep. Because it

wasn't too cold yet, she hadn't changed her clothes; she was still wearing a sweater and a long skirt. Because of the alcohol,

the blanket covering her had been pulled to one side, only covering her stomach. Her round-neck sweater clung tightly to her

high, firm breasts, and her silk skirt was pulled up to her knees.

She lay on her side, her back to me, her two smooth, rounded arms exposed outside the blanket.

One hand was bent beside her ear, the other pressed above, like a cat in a sleeping position.

Although her long dress covered her thighs, her slender calves and delicate feet were exposed. Looking at

my mother's boneless ankles, her two small, exquisite feet, and the sheer skin-colored stockings, her hands were clenched tightly,

showing hesitation. I slowly reached out my trembling hand towards her stockinged feet, but then quickly

pulled it back halfway.

My eyes were filled with hesitation, and my breathing became heavier. "Do you really know what you're doing? Gu Haoxuan

, this is your own mother. What if we find out?"

This thought kept repeating in my mind, fighting fiercely. I thought I should immediately turn around and

go back to my room to sleep, but my legs felt like they were made of lead, unable to move.

I closed my eyes and let fate decide. I silently recited a sentence in my mind, counting the number of digits to see if it was odd or

even. If it was odd, I would go back; if it was even, I would continue.

"God, please help me. Should I do this...?"

I silently calculated in my mind and fell silent. I took a few deep breaths to calm my heartbeat.

Looking at my mother's body, I finally reached out my hand with trembling hands.

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