My daughter's boyfriend took off my clothes

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--Part 1--
"Auntie, the sun's shining on your bottom, you should wake up now." Xiao Xu stood by the bed looking at me.
Actually, I had woken up a while ago, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my shiny bottom. I thought I should let
the sun shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight.
I knew my daughter was in love when she was in her early twenties. She often came home late or even stayed out all night. Two or three years
passed , and her figure changed. I could tell that she had a history of sexual activity. I am an
open-minded mother and approve of my daughter's sexual behavior. In today's society, such things are not shameful. Sex is
a kind of experience and practice that she should have. But I wanted to ask what kind of man her boyfriend was, but I never did.
Until this winter, on a very cold Saturday, my daughter happily brought her boyfriend home
. Although my daughter had told me beforehand, I didn't dress up deliberately, just wore casual clothes. After all, meeting my daughter's boyfriend
wasn't an important meeting. When they came in and saw my husband and me, my daughter introduced them, "Dad, Mom, this is Xiao Xu
."
That's how I met Xiao Xu for the first time. The boy was tall and quite robust. I figured my daughter was
tall enough that their heights were a good match. My daughter had fair skin like mine, but his was dark. I looked them over
; the contrasting skin tones of the two of them made it hard to tell who was who. The boy had a broad, angular face, not
handsome , but his sharp, intelligent eyes gave him a manly air.
When he first saw us, he seemed a little awkward: "Uncle, Auntie!" I heard him pronounce "Auntie" with a
distorted, almost tongue-tied voice.
As the mother, I had to step in to smooth things over. I nodded to him and said, "Xiao Xu, it's hot inside, take off
your coat . We have central heating here, it's very warm, a light coat is enough."
Then, I chatted with him for a few more lighthearted, everyday things, and Xiao Xu seemed much more relaxed. I felt
I didn't have much more to say to him, so I said, "Weekends are my busiest time,
I have to do all the housework, inside and out. You and her dad chat for a bit, I have to go get to work."
Xiao Xu continued, "Auntie, let me help you, I can do all the housework."
I said, "No, thank you, this is your first time here."
I got up and went into the bathroom, where there was a pile of clothes to wash.
While I was deciding which to wash first and which to wash later, Xiao Xu still came with me. He wanted to help me wash the clothes, but I didn't want him to come in because there were women's bras and underwear among
the clothes, which would be indecent for him to see. I blocked most of the doorway, but he didn't
understand what I meant and insisted on helping me. I thought to myself, "This child is attentive and sensible, so let him
help me."
But when he helped me, I felt uncomfortable. Working always involves bending over and standing up, and with a young
man I was meeting for the first time beside me, I instinctively pulled up my collar when I bent over, afraid of exposing my breasts. Actually, my
collar wasn't low; I just wanted to protect myself from him. Every time I bent over, to avoid his gaze on my chest
, I turned my back to him, but my raised buttocks bumped into him several times. This made me very embarrassed; it
's awkward for a woman's buttocks to bump into a strange man.
This was the most embarrassing thing that happened when we first met. Later, I asked him if he had deliberately touched my buttocks.
He said that I had touched him with my buttocks, deliberately teasing him, which gave him the courage to do so later. Actually, I had no such
thought at the time; it was an unintentional misunderstanding that led him to my bed.
I still told him to leave. That day, our whole family ate together.
During dinner, my husband and I asked him, "What are your plans now that you have a family?"
Xiao Xu told us about his future plans: he now runs a beauty salon, and the beauty business is very profitable. He also
has connections with several foreign cosmetics companies, and could potentially collaborate with them on distribution or agency agreements.
I didn't pay much attention to his story because we knew about his beauty salon and knew
a little about his family. We wanted to observe whether he was just spouting empty promises.
His tone was calm, his thinking was organized, and he maintained a good balance. His expression wasn't exaggerated, but it was sunny.
I liked this person! A very nice young man.
That evening, when my daughter and Xiao Xu went out, my daughter said, "Mom and Dad, I won't be back tonight. Don't wait for
me." My husband and I didn't respond because there was nothing more to say;
we .
A long night passed. My husband was asleep, and I was watching TV. My phone rang. I picked it up and saw a
text message. The message only had four words: "Are you asleep?"
It was from an unknown number. Perhaps it was an acquaintance whose number I didn't recognize. I replied, "Who?"
The other person replied, "Someone who admires you." Seeing the reply, I thought, "What is there to admire about me? There must be
a mistake." I replied, "You've got the wrong person." The person replied, "No, it's you." I thought, "
Definitely wrong." I turned off my phone.
But from then on, my phone received text messages every day
like The messages piled up, annoying me. Who was he? He sent the wrong number,
busying himself with someone who wasn't his lover while neglecting his real lover.
I should really remind him not to waste her time.
I dialed the number: "Who is this?" The voice on the other end was familiar—it was Xiao Xu! He
said on the phone, "How should I address you? Since the day I saw you, I've had hope in my heart, and
I can't sleep at night ."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're a good woman," he replied.
Before I could speak, he continued, "If I said, 'I love you,' would you be angry?"
This sudden question left me speechless.
There was a moment of silence on the phone, then he said, "I'll make you even more beautiful!"
What did he mean by loving me and making me more beautiful?
My heart started pounding. A woman with experience like me wouldn't understand—he was trying to flirt with me!
My initial assessment was correct, but I didn't reject him. I just thought, "He's so bold!
Dating and flirting with his mother? He's a mature man; he shouldn't be doing this."
I went into the bedroom; my husband was fast asleep. I went out again, kicked off my slippers, and walked around barefoot. I
thought, "Fine, let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve. If he wants to flirt, then bring it on. What am I afraid of?" I said to him, "
You know, I know who you are, but I shouldn't, you understand?"
I wondered if he would understand what I meant.
He said, "I know you don't know who I am. My crush on you is a beautiful thing in my heart, it shouldn't be
a burden to you."
He understood what I meant; if we both knew each other's intentions, how could things continue? I hung up the phone
and sat on the sofa, thinking: My daughter hasn't come back yet. Are they together? Are they calling me from bed?
I'd be so embarrassed.
I quickly dialed my daughter's number. She told me on the phone that she was at a party with her classmates.
From the receiver, I could hear music and laughter coming from there. This reassured me
, and I told her, "Come home early."
That night, I slept naked next to my husband. We've lived together for over twenty years. As a wife, I
've been devoted and never done anything out of line.
The next day, as soon as I left the house, I hurriedly turned on my phone. There was another text message: "I heard your voice
, so beautiful!"
"You can choose with me, but I can't escape from you."
My phone was full of his text messages, all cheesy words. I wanted to reply, but when I reached out my finger, I didn't know
how to type. My finger, which was about to press a key, stopped. I thought to myself: Let's wait a few days. Young people don't last forever.
Besides, I can't reply rashly; he might use it against me and ruin my reputation.
I didn't reply, but kept receiving his texts. He seemed determined not to stop. Like his
text: "I love you, without expecting anything in return, because you're in my heart, and only then can my heart hold blooming flowers."
"Withered flower." That was my first reply to him. What? I'm a woman in my forties ,
not a flower anymore.
"The flower is full, mature, and in full bloom in its season," he replied, but I didn't.
Days passed, his texts didn't stop, and checking them gradually became a habit
. Because of my daughter, although I felt uneasy and dared not reply, I had to admit: I
started like these flirtatious texts! Because a middle-aged woman suddenly being loved by a young man, whether
it was real or not, I wanted to experience it.
The weather warmed up, and the words in his texts became as fiery as the warmer weather.
I still didn't reply, but I admit, his patience was truly remarkable. I neither objected to nor replied to his texts.
We didn't have any real contact; I only got a little comfort from his text messages. My
actions weren't wrong!
One day, near the end of the workday, a torrential downpour started. My colleagues and I looked out the window at the heavy rain and discussed how we
were going to get home; even getting a taxi would be difficult. I took out my phone and told my husband I might be home late. Just then,
the text message came in: "It's raining. There's a red taxi downstairs; the last three digits of the license plate are 521.
That's the car I booked for you. You can go home right away. The fare has been paid!"
I quickly looked around, as if he were right beside me. No, only my colleagues. I
walked and read the message again: red taxi, license plate 521. As I read 521, it sounded like
the Chinese pronunciation of "I love you." I was touched and almost cried.
When I got home, my husband was already home, sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper. Seeing me come in,
he said, "It's raining so hard; you said you'd be home late." He continued reading his newspaper. Hearing
my husband's indifferent words, I said calmly, "I got a ride back with a colleague."
I changed my clothes and went into the kitchen. I felt a pang of resentment: my own husband, whom I've lived with for
over twenty years, when has he ever cared for or shown me any consideration? He's even so stingy with a kind word. I
accepted this favor behind my husband's and daughter's backs. Regardless of whether his thoughts about me were sordid or innocent, I accepted
his kindness.
When my daughter came home, I asked her, "How did you get back?"
She threw her bag aside and said, "How else could I get back? He picked me up and then brought me home
."
I asked again, "Where is he?"
She said, "He dropped me off downstairs and left." Hearing this, I said, "Why didn't you ask him
to come up ? Honestly!"
My daughter hugged my waist and laughed, saying, "He's very busy, he doesn't have time to play with you."
"This child, how can you talk like that?" I scolded her.
During dinner, I kept thinking about my phone; I felt there must be a text message from him. I felt guilty.
It was wrong for a middle-aged woman to be secretly having an affair with my daughter's boyfriend, but texting had become
a part .
I took my phone into the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a text: "It's raining heavily, I'm wet. How about you?"
The rain didn't stop that night, and listening to the rain in bed, I also got wet. Unable to suppress my sexual desire, I took off my clothes and
said to my husband, "I want it!"
My husband said, "We're an old married couple, why are you doing that?"
I said, "No, I want it. I don't want to waste the enjoyment I deserve. I'm a woman who needs a man .
"
I touched my husband's penis; it was soft and lifeless. But men at my husband's age have
more experience, their emotions are more detached, and they have less of the vitality a man should have. But what woman doesn't love a man's penis?
I
held my husband's penis and said to him, "Don't move, let me do it!"
I climbed on top of him, brushing his legs with my pubic hair, dropping my breasts to his chest, and touching his chest with my nipples. My
body wanted a man. I used every trick in the book to get him hard. I kissed his entire body,
took his penis in my mouth, uttered provocative words, and made the most lewd moves. Finally, my husband's penis was hard.
I said to him, "Look how beautiful your penis looks when it's hard, like a big boy. You can fuck me now." I kept
rubbing his penis, and while it was still hard, I lifted my leg and straddled him. With a slump, his penis entered
my vagina.
Ah, I exclaimed, "How beautiful. Everything in the world has a gap, and there is insertion. A man's insertion into a woman is truly
a heaven-sent wonder." I straddled him and said, "Isn't it beautiful to fuck this beautiful woman? Isn't it beautiful?"
I twisted my hips to feel the pleasure of his penis entering, but after only two or three twists, he went limp, as if he had ejaculated, but
I didn't feel it; he had already withdrawn from my vagina.
I sighed and said to my husband, "Your thing is just an organ for urinating now." My
husband also sighed and said, "Go to sleep, I don't have that ability anymore."
My husband turned to the side and ignored me, but I needed a man. I placed my hand on my vulva, my fingers pressing against...
My clitoris clenched between my legs, and I imagined a man's penis inside me—
the only . How pathetic!
In my hazy masturbation, I fantasized about a man, my daughter's boyfriend—Xiao Xu. "I
was with , he was inside me, and I felt a young, powerful penis inside my vagina, transmitting pleasure
to my very core."
"Ah, ah, ah—" My body convulsed, and the masturbation brought my orgasm to a close.
Reluctantly My husband was asleep, and my daughter's bedroom door was closed. I
stood naked in front of the living room's French windows. I saw my hazy reflection in the glass—what a beautiful woman! Full breasts, wide hips, long,
white legs, and thick, dark pubic hair. I was a woman who could captivate men, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to enjoy me. I
picked up my phone and proactively sent my daughter's boyfriend my first text message, just three words: "What are you doing?"
He immediately replied: "I'm so happy you're texting me first."
I felt a surge of relief; a man secretly loved me. I replied: "I won't reject you, keep
texting , please!" I knelt on the ground, as if I could see a young penis right in
front of this middle-aged woman, expressing my gratitude and pleading for his love.
He replied again: "I'm grateful you accepted me, I'll kiss you! Kiss your whole body!"
I replied: "Mmm--my whole body--ah--ah--come on!" I just wanted a man.
After that, the nature of our text messages changed, less about love and affection, more about sex. The ultimate point of love and affection between men and women
is the union of sexual organs.
The next day, I left home without checking his texts first, but sent one directly: "How were you last night
? Thinking about women?" He replied: "Thinking about you all night." I replied: "Sex." He replied: "Yes
, I ejaculated all over the bed for you."
We had a close conversation when I locked the door in my office. I still keep them to this day.
"You're like a ripe peach, held in my hands, in my mouth."
I replied, "Don't just hold it, touch it too."
"Your ripe body dazzles men; they look at you, but I love you."
I replied, "Then you should pick the ripe fruit."
"You are the last drop of blood in my heart; as long as you live, I live."
I replied, "Can you ejaculate the last drop of semen?"
"Your rounded flesh, your plump buttocks make me…"
I replied, "Then you should enjoy me."
One day, his text message: "Last night, I dreamt I kissed you again, our tongues intertwined. I kissed your
genitals, your pubic hair brushing against my lips, guess what I felt."
This text message immediately sent a surge of pleasure down my body. I closed my eyes, imagining my legs clamping
his face, his lips pressed against my labia. I unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and masturbated until I reached orgasm.
It seems text messages can also provide comfort; I'm middle-aged but not outdated, I can still enjoy modern life
.
I replied, "You ejaculated."
And that's how our texts became increasingly passionate and explicit. One
night, we texted each other until late. He texted me, "I want to see your breasts."
I hesitated. I knew that if I pressed the video button and pointed the phone at my breasts, he could see them
, but I didn't.
I replied, "I can't see, I can only describe. Full and elastic, not sagging. Nipples purplish-red." I lifted my shirt
and touched my breasts.
He replied, "And your body?"
I replied, "Round, white, and smooth, very womanly." I took off my pants and lay down on the sofa.
He replied, "A very womanly body, I want to lie down in your place."
I replied, "You always take off a piece of clothing when you reply to me, now I'm only wearing my underwear, come on."
He replied, "Ah, so you're still hiding your pubic hair."
I replied, "Not hiding, just concealing, the last concealment."
He replied, "When I go there, don't conceal yourself, I want to find your passage to fuck you."
I felt that texting like this was no longer enough for me, so I replied, "I've taken off my underwear, I'm
disarmed , I can show you the way, come fuck me." I took off my clothes and stretched out
my body on the sofa, typing a few "Ah-ah-ah-ah" and sending it. It wasn't
until we hung up that I realized that he was always the one asking me, and I hadn't asked him. This was
the development of my relationship with Xiao Xu behind everyone's back during this period. It was somewhat lewd, but I didn't feel ashamed, after all, it was just
a private emotional exchange, and nothing physical had happened.
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Part 2--
My daughter told me she was bringing Xiao Xu home for the weekend. Hearing this, my heart pounded;
I felt a mix of fear and unease. I was afraid—texting wasn't like meeting in person; I'd feel
awkward if we met, and what about him? What if he couldn't control himself and gave himself away? How would I face everyone then? What made me uneasy was that my daughter's
boyfriend and I were secretly flirting. Staying natural in front of them wasn't difficult, but I didn't want my husband there.
I'd be caught in the middle; Xiao Xu was trying to seduce my husband, but he didn't know. How would Xiao Xu view my
husband? I thought about it, and Xiao Xu was supposed to come home, so I made up an excuse to send my husband away.
I didn't want those two men to meet.
On the day Xiao Xu was coming, I changed into a fitted, waist-cinching shirt, which accentuated my figure. I had also
cut my hair short beforehand; I felt my old updo made me look overly formal and stiff, while short hair made me look more energetic.
It was my second time meeting him. He was as composed and generous as before, with no hint of anything amiss in his eyes.
We understood each other, but I was more sensitive, afraid of making a mistake.
"Auntie," he said to me, "I brought something. Wenwen insisted I bring it, so I did.
"
"What is it?" I asked.
My daughter said, "Cosmetics, what you need. A woman's life revolves around her face." She turned to Xiao Xu and said,
"Give my mom a beauty treatment, make her look prettier."
I told them, "How old am I? Why would I need beauty treatments? Don't try to be helpful."
My daughter got even more excited at my words, pushing me into her room and making me sit in front of her dressing table. She
said, "Mom, just enjoy the pleasure of your beauty treatment! I'll go cook for you. Oh, Xiao Xu, I..."
"I promise I won't come in until you're all done. Give me a surprise!"
My daughter leaned on my shoulder. "Mom, when you're all made up, you'll be a stunning beauty."
My daughter left the room and closed the door. It was our first time alone together. He looked a little embarrassed, and I felt
the same way. This real face-to-face interaction was completely different from the virtual world of text messages.
Xiao Xu rubbed his hands together in front of me, unsure how to start with my face. I said, "Go ahead, treat me like a
customer."
He said, "Auntie, you're not a regular customer. It makes me nervous."
I said, "Don't be nervous." Actually, he was standing in front of me, looking down at me; it was
me who was nervous. I had already described my body to him. I felt like I was naked, and he was
still nervous. I pulled his hand and said, "Come on."
I sat in front of the vanity mirror, and his hand gently applied face cream to my face. His hand was very gentle. Perhaps
he didn't know, but I felt like it was real skin-to-skin contact with him. His legs stood beside me,
radiating youthful energy. I felt every pore on my body open, inhaling his youthful masculine
scent. This scent intoxicated and tingled my heart. I squinted, savoring the moment. I thought to myself: If we were
alone, and he tried to rape me, I would be too weak to resist. I love this young man so much. But it's
not my fault; women have the freedom to pursue their own sexual pleasure.
"Auntie," he leaned down and said, "Your complexion is wonderful, your face is full and wrinkle-free.
You only need light makeup to enhance your features."
I said, "I've never worn makeup before."
He whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful, with such kind eyes. Auntie, I love women like you
!"
This "love" wasn't a text message; it was spoken aloud in my ear. Enjoying a
young man whispering his love in my ear filled me with a sweet, blissful feeling.
I whispered to Xiao Xu, "Don't tell me you love me. Women get jealous when they're two-timing, you know?
"
He rubbed my cheek and said, "Auntie, there are different kinds of love. You look like a loving mother, so graceful and radiant , you
exude maternal warmth. That's the image of a mother, so I love you!"
How sweet that sounds! A mother who's not a mother! A mother of flesh! A mother with whom I can have sex! I am a woman.
Actually , I've thought about how it's ethically immoral to have flirted with him behind my daughter's back. But if I see sex as
one plane, and love, marriage, and family as another, if they don't alternate or intersect and are both singular, then I'm
not immoral. Sometimes I'm just a simple woman, pursuing what women should pursue. Sometimes I'm just a mother, fulfilling
the duties of a mother. I think: This child is even more outdated than me, still going in circles in front of me. I touched
his hand and asked, "How are you?"
"Hmm," he replied, startled and confused. He's usually quite smart; why is he acting so foolish now? Sometimes men
are at a loss with women whose feelings they're unsure of. I thought: should I take the initiative and not waste my time?
With that thought, I unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a glimpse of my breasts. This was different from when I first met him; back then
I pulled up my collar, but now I was unbuttoning.
He realized what I meant, and we smiled at each other in the mirror. Looking at my slightly exposed breasts, he playfully said,
"Auntie, I can't see the whole picture."
I said, "Don't worry, the outline is good enough." He winked at me and said, "Auntie, it's
really hard work putting makeup on a woman like you." He cupped my face and stared at me. Was he going to kiss me? I wouldn't refuse; my tongue
was already ready to receive him.
However, he didn't kiss me. His hands slipped inside my collar and touched my breasts. I took a deep breath
, then exhaled. He said, "Auntie, I touched your breasts." I pulled his head down and whispered in his ear,
"The word 'breasts' is too elegant. Auntie doesn't like it. From now on, we should say 'naizi' (乳子), 'puwu' (股) should be 'pui' (屄), and 'pigong' (柄
penis ) should be 'ji' (鸡) or 'jiba' (鸡巴).
It's vulgar, obscene, but stimulating." He said, "Okay, I'll say those words without a problem. Auntie, are you sure you can do it?" He touched my breasts. It had been a long time since a
man had touched me like that. I said to him, "You get used to saying certain words often. Auntie's breasts feel so good when you touch them! " He said, "Auntie, your nipples are hard." Yes, my nipples were hard; it's a woman's sexual physiological characteristic . I looked up at him and said, "Xiao Xu, don't just touch Auntie's breasts. You still have to do your work. Don't forget there's another woman outside." He obeyed, pulled his hand away, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin, and used a paintbrush to paint my lips, but his elbows remained on my breasts. "I'll apply lipstick for you now, a light lipstick, to suit your temperament," he said as he applied it. "A woman's lipstick shouldn't be too heavy, otherwise men will only see the sexiness of your lips and ignore your beautiful face." I said, "I don't know anything about makeup. I've given you my face, so do whatever you want with me!" He quickly finished applying my lipstick and stood up. "Auntie, let me turn on the light for you. See, how is it ?" He stood up to turn on the light on the dressing table, his two legs standing in front of me. I didn't pay attention to how my lips would change at all; instead, I focused on his legs, and what was between them was right next to my mouth. Was it soft and hanging , or firm and erect? I wondered to myself. Just then, my daughter called from outside, "Are you done? Dinner's almost ready." Hearing her call, I quickly replied, "We're almost done, we'll be out in a bit." Then I whispered to Xiao Xu, "Xiao Xu, what did you and I do?" Xiao Xu smiled and said, "Auntie, what do you think? I touched your face and your breasts." "Hmph, you're really bold, there's another woman outside." I said, thinking to myself, "How exciting ." I reached down to his crotch and grabbed something that was rapidly swelling. I glanced at him and said, "Your dick's hard, I'm a woman, right?" He said, "Yes, Auntie, you're a woman like my mom." I whispered, "Your mom's like that too? You're the woman you've been messing around with!" I didn't even think about what his mom was like, I just eagerly reached into his crotch and grabbed his penis, it was hard and big. I said, " I want this dick." He put his arm around my waist, his hand on my breasts, and said, "Auntie, I want to—fuck you!" A stream of vagina. I grabbed his thing and started stroking it hard. I said, "Hmm, Xiao Xu, you should fuck me, fuck Auntie's cunt."

His hand reached into my pants, and I stopped him, saying, "Xiao Xu, maybe next time!" I glanced at the door
; "She's outside."
I pulled my hand back from his crotch, helped him fasten his belt, and straightened his clothes. We calmed ourselves down and walked out of
the room together. My daughter was shocked to see me and hugged me, saying, "Mom, you've really changed! You're a beautiful woman now!" I pushed her away and
said, "What? I'm old. I don't even dare to go out looking like this."
My daughter and Xiao Xu left the house. I looked in the mirror, not paying attention to the changes in my face;
they didn't matter to me. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my breasts. My breasts were touched by a man again, and a surge of
joy welled up inside me, keeping me restless until the evening.
This meeting with Xiao Xu had touched each other's bodies, taking our relationship a big step forward. We wanted to move forward
further and longed to meet again. However, neither of us initiated a meeting. I
wasn't in a hurry for my daughter to bring Xiao Xu home again, fearing that being too hasty would arouse her suspicion and cause
trouble . Xiao Xu wasn't in a rush to confess his feelings to my daughter or come to my house either; our thoughts were completely aligned.
Every evening, I would spend a long time in the study, a neglected and unused space in my house. My daughter
would just close the door and surf the internet at home, and my husband, preoccupied with making money all day, would just want to sleep when he got home. The study
became my private space. My reason to them was: I needed to use the computer every night for work, and no one was allowed
to disturb me! They didn't care about my true purpose at all. Every time I locked the door and took out my phone, my blood
would start to boil. My text message exchanges with Xiao Xu continued as before, like strangers, neither of us revealing anything
, the content of the text messages all being about sex and physical intimacy.
During that time, we fully enjoyed virtual sex through text messages. He suggested having
sex via video, but I refused. I texted him back, "
It's better to have sex remotely than to see but not touch."
During the hottest part of summer, my daughter suggested bringing Xiao Xu home to discuss their marriage, and then we were to meet
Xiao Xu 's parents. I said, "Okay, since you two are a good match, why not get married sooner?"
From then on, I started wearing all sorts of short skirts. A woman dresses to please her lover, and I wore short skirts only for him.
Short skirts show off my white thighs, pleasing to a man's eye. And short skirts also make it easier for him to have sex with me when we're together —that was my plan. I wore short skirts beforehand so my daughter and husband could get used to it; otherwise , they would find it strange if I suddenly wore one when
he came .
My daughter asked me, puzzled, "Mom, why do you like wearing
short skirts now?"
I replied, "I'm so old, if I don't wear them now, when will I have time?"
"Go ahead and wear them, they look great. My mom has a great figure. Hey, you'd look even better in a tank top," my daughter said
admiringly before running back to her room to get a few tank tops. They were women's clothes she liked, hanging down her shoulders and draped over
her chest, but I told my daughter, "I can't wear those, they're too revealing."
My daughter said, "Everyone wants to show some skin these days, but unfortunately they don't. Just show yourself off, like me
." I know my daughter has large breasts like me, and her chest bounces alluringly when she walks. I picked up a tank top,
took off my shirt, and put it on. My daughter looked at me and said, "You have to take off your bra."
"Oh," I said, "That won't do. It's just a thin layer of fabric, and my breasts are showing."
My daughter ignored me and lifted my tank top, unhooking my bra, saying, "Don't be old-fashioned. This is how you wear
a tank top , nothing underneath. Don't be afraid, Mom, you'll get used to it, like me." After saying that, she lifted her own
tank top, and I saw her pair of uncovered breasts. She said, "Like this, don't change." She took my
bra away.
A short skirt covering my buttocks, a thin layer of fabric covering my breasts—when he arrived, I didn't know
if my daughter and I were dressed like this. Was I marrying off my daughter, or was I selling myself? This time, I had no reason to send my husband out
of the house, and I was constantly worried about what to do. But I believed he could cooperate well with me, and I felt at ease.

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