young mother

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My mother
, having gained our approval, became impatient. She immediately became very close to her godson, constantly inviting him home, preparing dishes like bird's nest soup with rock sugar and stewed black-boned chicken with ginseng. The boy, of course, didn't hold back, indulging in the comforts of the food and clothing.

Before long, I learned more about him. His name was Yucheng, from the mountains. He had been admitted to our local high school. It took considerable skill for him to get into a city high school from that remote mountain village, but somehow, perhaps the bright lights and glamour of the city made him distracted and unmotivated. He couldn't get into university, and he didn't want to go back to the mountains, so he just drifted around in the city.

He met my mother, Yuru, at a dance hall. His talent, his foul language, and his childishness combined were enough to ignite the maternal instincts and passion in a woman like Yuru.

From the beginning, I expressed my extreme dislike for him, though I didn't say it aloud. Zhuo Qun felt the same way, but to save face for his mother, he always tried his best to appear enthusiastic. We just wanted to finish the old house project as soon as possible, so they could have their own space and avoid the hassle.

Xiao Wan from the provincial capital called, asking in surprise what was going on. She kept asking what he looked like. I was sitting on the wine cabinet opposite him, my left leg pulled back, toes touching the ground. Only women with long legs can sit like that; it's an elegant and unrestrained posture. Occasionally, I could see my tiny underwear peeking through my thighs, and I said, "More robust than Xiao Yang, but not as fair-skinned."

"Not as handsome as Xiao Yang, right?" Xiao Wan said sweetly on the other end of the phone.

My heart skipped a beat, like being pricked by a needle.

"Don't be so smug, he's much more powerful than Xiao Yang. Come back and see for yourself; maybe you'll fall for someone else then," I teased her, my voice tinged with a hint of malice.

“I’ll be back where I am yesterday, and I won’t let you have your cake and eat it too.” She chuckled on the other end of the phone.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, pecking at a toothpick, his eyes darting around like a mouse peeking out of its hole, beneath his thick eyebrows.

I used to feel incredibly proud when a man stared at me, imagining how alluring my figure looked in his eyes, and I could even laugh out loud. But with him, I felt a thorn in my side, yet I still dressed provocatively at home as always. I simply crossed my legs, right across from him, letting him feast his eyes.

Suddenly, my knee was gently touched, and then a hand, seemingly unintentionally, pressed against my thigh, lightly touching it. I didn’t look at him, my eyes remained fixed on the wall, and I didn’t move my leg.

I continued to listen quietly to Xiao Wan's incessant chatter in the distance. Perhaps encouraged by my silence, her hand began to slowly climb up my thigh, gently and slowly caressing me through the thin skirt. The rough texture unique to the linen fabric, under that hand and caress, stimulated my senses little by little, and I indulged in my small, pleasurable sensation without making a sound.

The boy's head slowly moved closer, and I found it quite ridiculous, unable to help but grin and laugh out loud. At the same time, I covered the boy's cold, thin chin with my left hand and glanced at him out of a sense of obligation. His face grew paler, and his eyes recoiled.

My mother, Yu Ru, was calling him from inside the room, her voice like a nightingale's, sweet and cloying, with a particularly sensual and alluring quality. Hearing a woman her age speak in such a tone would make a man instantly lose half his strength. He seemed reluctant but helpless as he shuffled into the bedroom, not forgetting to turn back. At that

moment, a smug, mocking smile played on my lips. Zhuo Qun was all dressed up and ready to go. Meanwhile, the stock market was fluctuating wildly; some made a fortune while others lost everything.

I had warned him several times, but he seemed indifferent. He just spent every night with his fellow stock market enthusiasts, mostly drinking beer and chatting about the stock market. Of course, there were women among them, including hostesses from nightclubs, but I trusted my husband completely. I knew his sexual interests and tastes as well as I knew my own body. He disdained those popular hostesses, and he certainly wouldn't be interested in respectable women. Even if he had the guts, at most he'd exchange glances, flirt, and joke around—that was all.

The past few days had been sunny and breezy, and coupled with my earlier teasing of my younger brother, a surge of passion welled up within me. A warm current coursed from my feet, flowing through my body before settling in my lower abdomen, where it felt warm and cozy, as if a hand were gently pressing against it. All the men with whom I had ever shared desires flickered in my mind like static sparks. This wasn't exactly lewd or vulgar; within me, in my full-figured body in my thirties, this demon was stirring restlessly. While showering just now, I had been nervously caressing his muscular chest, like touching a wild beast ready to roar at any moment.

Lately, there's been an invisible distance between Xiaoyang and me, ever since he ignored my advice and went to the provincial capital. Since his return, he's been distant, seemingly unmoved by my deliberate teasing, displaying an innocent naiveté that deeply wounds my pride.

In truth, from the very beginning, he simultaneously displayed both his amorousness and ruthlessness. He could express his affection for his girlfriend's sister; this possessiveness was like a lava pool, bubbles rising and churning, giving a mesmerizing and intoxicating feeling. He was that kind of man, never missing a rainbow, and loving the brilliance of life to an unparalleled degree. This light made him a dazzling beacon, capturing and releasing desires. In short, his desires made him live a very exciting life. I gritted my teeth, thinking to myself, "There will be that day."

I couldn't help but think of Ah Niu. Ever since that time, I've been like a greedy cat, savoring every bite. His rudeness and savagery were different from any man I'd ever met. I could always reach multiple orgasms under his dark flesh, unknowingly crossing the threshold. Just thinking about his large, fan-like hands roaming over my body made me shudder involuntarily.

He had to come immediately at a single phone call, not just because of his physical attraction to me, but also because I held a business deal for him in my hands. A decoration project costing over a million yuan was a significant undertaking for any decoration company, let alone for a small-time contractor like him.

After Zhuo Qun left, I dressed myself up, feeling like a prostitute preparing to entertain clients. Sometimes I wondered if I had masochistic tendencies; that feeling always inexplicably excited me. My lower body was already starting to get wet.

Soon, A Niu arrived. He looked much more energetic after a few days apart; his hair had grown longer, but it wasn't tame and kept swaying around. He had applied oil or wax, making it shiny and glossy. My initial awkwardness vanished as I poured him water. I was only wearing a thin, short gray bathrobe; under the bright living room light, anyone with normal vision could see I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Sure enough, he quickly couldn't restrain himself, his arms wrapping around me like snakes. I pretended to struggle and warned him that this was my home. He showed no shame, but his hand pinched my breast: "What's wrong with your home? Isn't it more fun in someone else's bed?"

He became even more aroused, his hands roaming over my body, one hand diagonally into my breast, grasping and kneading, the other reaching for my genitals, touching my plump nipples with obvious delight. His erection pressed against my buttocks, and I felt it swelling vigorously. I dropped my pretense of modesty and reached out to touch it; the enormous thing seemed to nod at me, like a drunken monk.

He had long since lost control, throwing me onto the bed, his anger blazing, like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

At this moment, my whole body felt a tingling, numb sensation, an indescribable feeling that made me stretch out my body. He slowly parted my thighs, thrusting down and inserting his enormous member between my tender thighs. My area hadn't received such a thick and large object in a long time, and I felt a tight, throbbing pain. I reached out and pulled it out, my eyebrows slightly furrowed, and guided it slowly back in.

With a soft thud, it went in all the way. The tight embrace was intense, and I felt an extraordinary pleasure. My juices were already flowing freely, and my belly was gurgling. At this moment, I was overwhelmed with ecstasy, my body arching and thrusting incessantly, my mouth uttering incoherent cries, my thighs tense and powerful, refusing to yield. He didn't dare to slack off either, working hard, thrusting in and out, pulling left and right, truly enjoying himself.

Ah Niu truly lived up to his reputation as a leader in the world of pleasure, a hero in bed. He hoisted my two pink and white legs onto his shoulders, kneeling on the bed and thrusting wildly. My soul began to wander, my hips swaying incessantly, like a willow in the wind, panting softly, incredibly seductive. With my eyes tightly closed, I moaned and let him thrust in and out, experiencing a different kind of intoxicating pleasure, making me lose all sense of direction.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, like the footsteps of a demon. In that instant, my mind spun, my ears rang with sharp sounds, as if that hazy, ghostly figure, like smoke and dust, was right in front of me. My fingers spasmed, gripping his shoulders tightly, unable to let go, my whole body limp, not that I didn't want to struggle, but that I truly couldn't.

Ah Niu, however, was decisive. He pushed my body away from his, rolled off the bed, first closing and locking the door to my bedroom, then dimming the lights, before holding his breath and listening to the sounds outside.

Then, as if waking from a dream, I realized I had indeed called my husband before Ah Niu came over. He promised to have a late-night snack with me when he got back. He had no reason to come home; even if he did, he would have just come up from downstairs to make the call. It must be my mother who was back.

A feeling of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but glance a few more times at Ah Niu's naked body, who was eavesdropping at the door. I saw his erect penis dangling there, brazenly erect. I chuckled silently to myself, tossed his clothes to him, and hastily put on a robe before opening the door. He still waved his hand at me fearfully.

I ignored him. It was indeed my mother who had returned; she was already in her bedroom, and the door was closed. I went into my daughter's room and saw her having a sweet dream. When I returned to my bedroom, Ah Niu was gone.

There was a dim light and soft noises in my mother's room. The sounds were alluring, oppressive, and persistent. I was certain she wasn't alone. My face flushed and my heart pounded; I wanted to leave, but I was inexplicably rooted to the spot. I walked barefoot to her door and heard Yu Ru's voice: "You're really something, I'm all wet down there, there's nothing I can do."

"You said you were wet even in the scorching sun that day, let alone now it's nighttime." It was Yu Cheng's voice.

Then Yu Ru added, "You can't be so reckless on the dance floor anymore, so many eyes are watching."

"Listen to me, don't be angry. I lost my mother when I was little. In my memory, my mother was as young and beautiful as you, and at that time, I felt as if I were in my mother's arms." That was Yu Cheng's voice.

"You naughty child." Yu Ru's voice trembled, then she let out a passionate cry: "Poor child, I will be your mother and love you."

"Mom, I'm so lonely I'm dying." The boy's voice was also choked with sobs.

Yu Ru, her voice trembling with elation, said, "You're such a naughty child."

"Who told Mommy to be so young and beautiful?" he replied.

Then I heard my mother, Yu Ru, utter a soft, feline voice, "You can drink Mommy's milk now, I love this lonely child." After a while, Yu Ru added, "You're so naughty. How much do you want me to leak before you come in?"

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." The room must have been filled with a shocking, suffocating scene. A moment later, I heard a series of panting, moaning, and chaotic sounds, making my face flush, my heart pound, a mixture of intense passion and jealousy.

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