The sexy mom is my classmate's girlfriend.

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My mother's name is Yuan Mengzhu, and you could say she's a beauty. She's 170cm tall, and because she takes good care of herself, her skin is very fair; time hasn't left many marks on her face. Her breasts are proudly erect, but what I'm most proud of are her beautiful legs. My mother's long, slender legs are smooth and white, without a single scar. Her beautiful feet are often painted with various colors of nail polish, making them even more alluring. Plus, she wears stockings of different colors all year round, making her legs even more sexy—she's simply a rare beauty.

That noon, I returned home, and as soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of food. Mom had already prepared dinner and was watching TV on the sofa. Hearing the door open, she came over to help me with my schoolbag: "Xiaoyu, school's out?

Hurry up and wash your hands and eat." I then took a closer look at Mom's outfit today—long, chestnut-brown waves, a light pink mesh t-shirt, and white wide-leg shorts. Her long, slender legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, sexy yet cute. I went inside, washed my hands, and then ate with Mom.

"Mom, why are you dressed so nicely today? And you even got your hair permed?" "Didn't you say you had a basketball game this afternoon and asked Mom to watch it?" Mom said, putting food on my plate. "What, isn't it nice for Mom to dress up nicely?" "Oh, right, I almost forgot!"

I had completely forgotten that Mom was going to watch my basketball game this afternoon. My deskmate Zhao Dong and I are both on the basketball team. Today, our school was playing against another school, and I had specifically asked Mom to watch my performance.

After dinner, I rested for a while before heading to school early to warm up.

"3:30 PM, don't forget!" I reminded him.

"Okay," came my mother's voice from the kitchen.

Arriving at the school gymnasium, Zhao Dong was already playing basketball alone.

"You little rascal, why are you so late?" Zhao Dong saw me coming and tossed me the ball. I caught it and made a smooth layup—the ball went in.

"I was eating at home. I came right away after I finished. Let's practice first." Speaking of my deskmate Zhao Dong, he's 183cm tall and good-looking, but he doesn't have a girlfriend. Many girls at school like him, but he seems to look down on them all. I've discussed this with him before, and he always says he feels they're all just young girls, nothing interesting. I don't know what he's thinking.

Before I knew it, time was almost up, and the game was about to start. The gymnasium was filled with students watching.

Just then, a woman with chestnut-brown wavy hair, bright red lipstick, stockings, and pink high heels entered through the door and walked towards the stands—it was my mother, Yuan Mengzhu. I ran over and led my mother to a seat in the stands. After sitting down, Mom's beautiful legs in stockings, shrouded in a thin mist due to the refraction of light, appeared even more sexy and alluring. People around her cast admiring glances, but she ignored them, saying, "Alright, Mom will watch from here. The game's about to start, right? Aren't you going?" "Okay, I'm going then." This game was being played at our own school, and all the guys on the team were playing incredibly hard—after all, losing on our own turf wouldn't be worth the embarrassment. Needless to say, we won in the end. During the game, applause and cheers frequently erupted from the stands. I glanced at Mom every now and then; she was watching our game intently. Every time Zhao Dong shot a three-pointer, Mom couldn't help but clap along with everyone else. Strangely enough, Zhao Dong was playing exceptionally well today, making several three-pointers in a row, which made the girls in school who liked him cheer for him like they were on steroids.

After the game, I went to find my mom first. She quickly handed me a bottle of water: "Xiaoyu, are you tired?

Drink some water."

"I'm fine, Mom. Did you see how I played today?" I said proudly.

"You played well, but that still depends on your teammates' cooperation." "Oh, by the way, our team has a dinner party tonight. You go home first, I'll be back later." After chatting briefly with my mom, I told her to go home first, and then went to the dinner party with the team.

During the dinner, everyone drank a few glasses together, and later, they drank and chatted with each other, making for a lively atmosphere. Zhao Dong and I also drank one glass after another, and we were both slightly tipsy.

He quietly asked me, "Who is that beautiful woman in stockings who came to watch the game this afternoon?" "It's my mom, why?" "Your mom? She looks so young, I thought she was your sister." "I don't have a sister, I'm an only child." "Oh, I see."

Zhao Dong poured me a glass of wine, and we drank it all in one gulp.

"Why did only your mom come to see you? Where's your dad?" Zhao Dong asked.

"My parents divorced a long time ago, it's just my mom and me in my family." "You know what, when I saw her this afternoon, I immediately wanted to pursue her and make her my girlfriend," Zhao Dong said.

"Then go for it, once you get her, she'll be your girlfriend," I joked, "So many girls at school like you, and you still don't like any of them." "Then I really will pursue her."

We were both a little drunk, talking incoherently. When I got home, it was already 10:30 at night. My mother had already taken a shower and was watching TV on the sofa in her pajamas. Her small feet, no longer covered by stockings, looked even whiter.

"You've had too much to drink again, haven't you? You kids, you don't even know how to control your drinking," my mother poured me a cup of hot tea.

I was groggy and a little tipsy when I said, "Mom, you know Zhao Dong, my deskmate whom I used to tell you about all the time, right?" "The one who shot the three-pointer today? What's up?"

"He told me at dinner tonight that he wants to pursue you and be your girlfriend." "You...you kids, you're even trying to get close to your auntie." I took a sip of hot tea and lay back on the sofa, not noticing the slight blush creeping up my mother's face.

After a while, my mother said, "Xiaoyu, you always talk about how many friends you have at school, but I've never seen you bring them home to play, or introduce them to your mother." "How about I invite Zhao Dong over for dinner tomorrow night?" "Okay, then Mom will cook some good dishes tomorrow. You should make more friends at school..." In my hazy state, I forgot what I said to my mother after that. I woke up on the sofa the next morning. When I woke up, I only saw that breakfast was already laid out on the table. I opened my phone and saw a WeChat message from my mother: "Xiaoyu, your Aunt Duan asked me to go shopping with her. Breakfast is already on the table for you." I got dressed, washed my face, ate breakfast, and went to school.

During recess, Zhao Dong and I were smoking outside the classroom.

"Come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Your house? Really?"

"Really, my mom told me to make more friends..."

After school that afternoon, I took Zhao Dong to my house. When I opened the door, my mom came out of the inner room. Zhao Dong's eyes widened at her appearance—she had carefully applied makeup, eyeshadow and mascara, pink lipstick, and her face looked even whiter. She was wearing a burgundy camisole nightgown with white lace trim on the shoulders and waist, matching burgundy shorts, and black stockings, exuding a mature woman's sexiness.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Ye Feiyu's classmate, my name is Zhao Dong." After we sat down on the sofa, Zhao Dong began his self-introduction.

"I've often heard Xiaoyu mention you, it's great to finally meet you in person." Zhao Dong scratched his head shyly.

"What, are you shy meeting my mom?" I teased.

"No, it's just that Auntie is too beautiful..."

"Xiao Dong is really good at talking, much better than our Xiao Yu." Mom was also sitting on the sofa, and Zhao Dong looked down at his mother's beautiful legs in black stockings.

Just then, my phone rang. It was the team coach calling. I went to the balcony to answer it. My mother and Zhao Dong were chatting on the sofa.

The coach wanted me to go to school now, saying he had something to discuss. After hanging up, I saw my mother and Zhao Dong chatting and laughing. Zhao Dong seemed to be telling my mother jokes, making her laugh heartily, her breasts trembling slightly.

"The coach wants me to go to school now, I'll go first, don't wait for me to eat," I said while changing my shoes.

Zhao Dong stood up. "Then I'll go with you."

"Forget it, I didn't call you. Besides, my mom finally cooked something nice, who else will eat it if you don't?" "Xiao Dong, you eat at home with Auntie, Auntie has already prepared the food." My mother reached out and pulled Zhao Dong's arm, and Zhao Dong sat back down on the sofa.

"Okay," Zhao Dong lowered his head.

Walking out the door, I checked the time. It was 7 pm. I calculated that I should be back around 9:30 pm.

Actually, I knew very well what I was doing—creating an opportunity for my mother and Zhao Dong. Thinking about this, I felt a strange excitement. Would Zhao Dong pursue my mother? Would she accept him as her "little husband"? I sensed that the moment I closed the door, subtle changes were taking place in this house… I didn't mind my mother dating her classmates; in fact, I was somewhat looking forward to it. Many men had pursued her before, but she had rejected them all. When I asked why, she said she didn't want to burden me and only wanted to watch me grow up. But I knew that over the years, although she had no worries about food or clothing, she had silently endured a lot. I remember once, when I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I heard my mother masturbating outside her room. Although she deliberately covered her mouth to make her moans very quiet, the vibration of the vibrating dildo still came through the crack in the door.

From then on, I occasionally suggested that my mother try to accept a man, but she said, "Let's see what fate brings. Besides, who would like an old woman like me?" My mother didn't know that her youthful skin, her high, firm breasts, and her beautiful legs in stockings were the dream of countless men.

When I arrived at school, the coach called one person from each of our classes over to announce something—our school was going to represent the city in a competition, so we'd have to train for a month, and we'd have to stay at school all week except weekends. After he finished explaining and dismissed us, I checked the time; it was only 8 o'clock. With no other option, I just went to an internet cafe to play games. At 9:30, I decided to go home.

I took the elevator, arrived at my door, and knocked. "Mom, open the door, I forgot my keys," I said as I knocked. About half a minute later, Mom opened the door. I saw that her hair was a little messy, her face was flushed, and her black stockings were gone. I pretended not to notice and walked in, but Zhao Dong greeted me, preparing to leave.

"Feiyu, I just chatted with Auntie for a while, and it's getting late, so I'll head back now," Zhao Dong said.

"Okay, come visit again sometime," I said.

"Okay, goodbye Auntie," Zhao Dong said to Mom with a smile.

"Xiao Dong, come over again sometime." Mom glanced at Zhao Dong, her eyes even revealing a hint of shyness.

I pretended not to notice and sat on the sofa playing on my phone. Mom also sat on the sofa playing on her phone, typing, staring at the screen, sometimes letting out a smile, and the flush on her face lingered for a long time.

Watching Mom so focused on her phone, her long, flowing hair, wearing a sexy camisole nightgown, and her flawless white legs, I thought, if I weren't her son, I would have some thoughts too. To stop overthinking, I went to wash up and then went to my room to play on the computer for a while.

After a while, when I came out to the living room, Mom finally put down her phone and poured me a glass of milk.

"I'm going to take a shower, son, watch some TV and then go to sleep."

"Okay." I watched Mom go into the bathroom, and I could hear the sound of running water.

Was Mom just chatting with Zhao Dong? No way, so fast? This thought prompted me to pick up Mom's phone from the table. Mom's phone didn't have a password, so I just unlocked it. I opened my phone's background apps and saw two apps: Photos and WeChat. I opened Photos first.

The most recent photos were selfies of my mother, probably taken just now. She was making various expressions—some pouting cutely, some sexy, and some showing her bare legs without stockings—there were over a dozen of them. Why did my mother take so many selfies? I scrolled down and saw something that shocked me—my mother was kneeling on the floor giving Zhao Dong oral sex. The photos were taken from Zhao Dong's perspective. Since my mother was wearing a sexy burgundy nightgown, and the background was my living room, it must have been taken just now. Scrolling further down, there were also photos of my mother wearing black stockings giving Zhao Dong footjobs, also taken from Zhao Dong's perspective.

Did Zhao Dong and my mother have sex? I wondered. Could it be that in just one meal, Zhao Dong and my mother had already progressed to this point? I scrolled down again and found a short video. When I opened it, it showed my mother sitting on the sofa, wearing black stockings, giving Zhao Dong footjobs. "Does it feel good, you little rascal?" Mom said as she vigorously stroked Zhao Dong's penis with her stockinged feet. The video ended there. The rest of the photos in the album were old pictures, so I opened Mom's WeChat.

The first one on WeChat was Zhao Dong; Mom had indeed been chatting with him. I scrolled up the chat history and discovered that it wasn't just from today; there were even chats from many days ago. I realized that Mom and Zhao Dong had known each other before. But how did they meet? This question bothered me. I looked at the chat history from top to bottom.

"Honey, you're coming to watch the basketball game this afternoon."

"Okay."

"Do you remember what to wear?"

"I know you like stockings, you little rascal. I went to the mall alone yesterday and bought stockings and high heels." "Hehe, my wife is so obedient." "You didn't even come with me, making me go shopping alone." "

I had to train, I really couldn't get away, don't be angry, honey." "Honey, you know what? I dream about your stockinged feet all the time now," Zhao Dong said.

"You little rascal, I'm dying to

see you like this." "I want to see your photos." "

I just took a shower, I don't have any photos."

Then came a photo of Mom in her room, wearing only a bra and stockings.

"Are you satisfied now?" Mom sent a message with a pouting emoji.

I continued scrolling down to today's chat history.

"Wife, Feiyu and I will be back for dinner soon."

"Okay, I bought a new set of pajamas, a surprise for you, my little husband." Then came a selfie of Mom wearing a camisole nightgown and black stockings.

Then it was 10 o'clock, the time Zhao Dong had just left, and their chat history.

"My stockings are covered in your semen, you big bad guy." "Haha, my wife is so cute, so I made you take them off later." "I wonder if Xiaoyu found out." Mom sent an angry emoji.

"Good wife, when are you going to tell Feiyu about us?" "I don't know, it's all your fault." "Wife, I'm hard again, I want to see your photos."

"You're so naughty."

Mom then attached several more selfies from earlier, some cute and some sexy.

"I'll take pictures of other people's legs for you too, I know you like it, hehe," Mom said.

"My wife is so good."

"Bad honey, I'm going to take a shower. Talk to you later."

Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped; Mom must have finished showering. I put my phone back and went into my room.

[The End]

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