My Classmate from the Countryside

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This semester, my deskmate changed to Yang Xiong, who transferred from another school. I heard he transferred through connections to get into the city's top high school next year. He used to attend a junior high school in the countryside, where he was a top student, always ranking in the top three. However, his school had poor educational quality, and in recent years, none of his students had been admitted to provincial key high schools. Our school, on the other hand, has consistently ranked among the top three in the city for its high school admission rate. The top sixty students in our grade are almost guaranteed admission to key high schools; one year, eighty-three students were admitted. These days, you really can't get in without connections.

In our generation, getting into a key high school, even without being in the top class, guaranteed a place in a regular university; and if you could get into the top class, you were guaranteed a place in a top university. Our city's three key high schools send over a dozen students to Tsinghua and Peking Universities every year.

Yang Xiong is slightly shorter than me, but stronger. Perhaps because he works hard in the countryside, his skin is darker, and he's very strong. His clothes, both in color and style, were rather old and worn, clearly indicating he came from a poor family. However, they were very clean. Being materialistic and snobbish has become a trend these days, and initially, apart from me, few classmates associated with him; the girls especially avoided him. I was nice to him for two reasons: first, we were deskmates, and my parents often taught me to maintain good relationships with classmates at school, as it might be helpful in the future, citing many real-life examples; second, after spending a few days with him, I found him to be a good person—quiet, honest, helpful, and unassuming, always with a friendly smile. His behavior was unlike the typical country kids I'd met before, making it impossible for me to dislike him.

One evening, about two weeks into the semester, I came home, and my mother asked if I was still sitting next to the "handsome boy" this semester. The "handsome boy's" name was Liu Yuxuan. Apparently, his parents hoped he would grow up to be imposing, hence the name, as his father was rather thin. Liu Yuxuan doesn't yet exude a commanding presence, but he's undeniably handsome, practically universally loved. He's just a little thin, rather quiet, and somewhat resembles his father. My mother adores him, sometimes even treating him better than her own son.

Liu Yuxuan's mother and my mother were high school classmates; he's a little over a year younger than my mother. My mother started school later, while his mother started earlier, which is why they became classmates. His mother always calls my mother "Sister Jing." Liu Yuxuan inherited the best features from both his parents; he's been beautiful as jade since childhood, even somewhat feminine. My mother used to say he'd charm many people when he grew up, and she would always smile knowingly.

I told my mother, no, my deskmate this semester transferred from the countryside. He's not handsome, but not ugly either. His family isn't well-off, and his clothes are older than mine. "Son, don't discriminate against people from the countryside. You should know that I have many relatives in the countryside, like your great-aunt. Many successful people in society today grew up in the countryside," my mother said earnestly. After dinner, when my mother opened the wardrobe to tidy up clothes, she took out two coats for me: "These are your father's old coats. He only wore them a few times, so they're still relatively new. You don't want them, and your father can't wear them now, so give them to your classmate." My father isn't very tall. He used to be thin, but now he's gained weight, and many of his old clothes no longer fit.

The next day, I brought the coats to Yang Xiong and told him they were from my mother. He declined for a moment but then accepted them. When he tried them on, they fit him perfectly, as if they were bought for him. Although they weren't very new, they instantly made him look less rustic.

(II) My relationship with Yang Xiong improved day by day, and we often spent time together after class. He was very interested in things outside the classroom, such as his classmates, the school, the three key high schools in the city, and even some local news. I rarely had the chance to show off, so I naturally shared the information I gathered from various sources with him.

Because I spent so much time with him, even my former close classmate, Liu Yuxuan, became a little jealous.

Through getting to know him, I discovered that Yang Xiong was indeed very good at studying, better than both Liu Yuxuan and me. He understood everything the teacher said in class immediately, and he never failed to answer a question. Gradually, not only did the teachers start to look at him differently, but many classmates also changed their opinions of him and weren't as indifferent as before.

Besides his academic excellence, he also knew a lot about things outside of textbooks. If it weren't for his rural accent, you wouldn't guess he was the kind of uncultured child from the countryside. Actually, most of us city kids are ruined by the internet and games. Like many of my classmates, besides going to school, my biggest interest was playing games; I had no interest in learning anything else. Gradually, Yang Xiong and I became very close, though he still wasn't very talkative. One day, he suddenly asked me, "Isn't your mom very beautiful?" My mom is indeed very beautiful, and she has a great figure. Although she's over thirty, many people still think she's unmarried. Among my classmates, besides Liu Yuxuan's mom, my mom is the most beautiful. Therefore, at school, both teachers and the principal treat me very well, which is something I'm proud of. However, Yang Xiong had never seen my mom. I asked, "How do you know?" At that time, I didn't know he had already seen my mom's picture.

"That's what my classmates all say. They say that among the moms of my classmates, your mom and Liu Yuxuan's mom are the most beautiful." I nodded proudly. He continued, "You're so lucky to have such a beautiful mom who dotes on you." Gradually, we became good friends. In class, if there were things I didn't understand, he would patiently explain them to me, and my grades improved rapidly as a result. During the monthly exam, I surpassed my former deskmate Liu Yuxuan in the class rankings, reaching over twenty. It turned out that I always ranked below 30th in my class. Liu Yuxuan was a little better than me, but he had never been in the top 30 either. Yang Xiong ranked eighth in the class; if it weren't for his poor English, he would at least be in the top three.

My mother was very happy when she found out about this and asked me to invite Yang Xiong to our house. She wanted him to meet my smart and studious classmate from the countryside and also to thank him for his help.

Yang Xiong was flattered when he heard that my mother wanted him to come over. After a while, he finally came to his senses and said that his aunt was so kind to him, and he had wanted to visit her for a long time.

One weekend evening, I brought Yang Xiong home. My mother was wearing a long white dress that day, with her long hair flowing down her back, looking elegant and pure.

Yang Xiong was stunned by my mother's appearance as soon as he entered. Later, he said that he had only ever seen such a beautiful woman on television in his entire life. It was my introduction that brought him back to his senses from his shock. He blushed awkwardly and said,

"Oh, it's you, Auntie! I thought you were Ah Jian's older sister. You're so young and beautiful." This compliment made my mother smile, overjoyed.

That day, Dad was away on a business trip and hadn't returned. Only Mom and I were home. Mom had heard he was coming and prepared a lot of delicious food.

After welcoming us in, Mom went to the kitchen to cook. Seeing this, Yang Xiong followed, saying, "Auntie, let me help you." Mom smiled and asked, "You can cook?" Yang Xiong said shyly, "I've cooked at home before, but I'm not very good. But I can help you, Auntie." Mom smiled and agreed. Mom

cooked a lot of delicious food, but Yang Xiong didn't eat much. Perhaps it was because it was his first time at our house and he was feeling a little shy. Seeing this, Mom asked, "Is it because Auntie's cooking isn't good?" Yang Xiong said, "No, Auntie's cooking is delicious. It's the best I've ever eaten in my life." I never expected that this classmate, who usually didn't say much at school, would be so good at flattery, even more so than that somewhat effeminate Liu Yuxuan.

Mom smiled and said, "Then eat more." After a while, seeing that Yang Xiong was still reserved, Mom kept putting food into his bowl. Everyone enjoyed the meal; Yang Xiong was very talkative, frequently making Mom laugh heartily.

After the meal, Yang Xiong voluntarily cleared the table and washed the dishes. Mom couldn't help but praise him, saying, "If only my A-Jian were as diligent as you." After washing the dishes, Yang Xiong came out and took out a lot of water chestnuts from his schoolbag. He usually goes back to his hometown every week or two. He probably brought these back this time.

Upon seeing them, Mom exclaimed like a young girl, "Wow! Water chestnuts!" Mom loved going to the countryside to eat water chestnuts when she was little, and often went to pick them with relatives. So seeing them excited her. "These grow in our fishpond, they're so tender!" he boasted to my mom. Then, while helping her peel the water chestnuts, he started telling her about his hometown. We'd been living together for over a month, and he'd never mentioned it before, but today he seemed like a completely different person, talking non-stop with my mom. Mom seemed full of curiosity, eating the water chestnuts he'd peeled while listening to him with a smile, occasionally interjecting with questions. Seeing her interest, he spoke even more enthusiastically. He said that although their place was inconvenient to get to and relatively underdeveloped, the scenery was beautiful, with clear waters, lush mountains, and fragrant flowers—a true land of fish and rice. "Can I come visit you next spring?" Mom asked, her expression as innocent as a young girl's.

"You're welcome, Auntie, but I'm afraid we can't persuade you!" Before, Mom would talk to me every day at home, but never with such ease or for such a long time. Today, Mom mostly talked to Yang Xiong, and I felt like an outsider, which made me envious, depressed, and a little jealous. I envied Yang Xiong for always finding topics that Mom was interested in, and I was jealous that Mom was so nice to him from the very first meeting. I also noticed that since entering the house, his gaze hadn't left Mom—during meals and even more so while they were talking. Mom didn't seem bothered by his blatant stares; in fact, she seemed a little smug.

After talking for over an hour, Mom noticed me standing silently to the side, told me to go to my room to study, and then got up to say she was going to watch TV. Unexpectedly, Yang Xiong followed her, continuing to talk until Mom said she was sleepy, at which point he left. After returning to my room, he often came to our house to play because the school cafeteria food was truly inedible. Every time he came, Mom was very happy and would cook lots of delicious food. And they always seemed to have endless things to talk about. Yang Xiong seemed to know a lot and rarely got stuck. Several times I heard my mother praise him, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so studious and know so much." If he didn't come for three or five days, my mother would ask about him.

(III) My mother liked him more and more, which I think might be related to my father's frequent absence from home. My mother was usually alone at home and rarely had someone she could talk to. He was very talkative and often made my mother laugh.

At that time, I didn't suspect that my mother would have anything with him, because my mother liked boys like Liu Yuxuan. My mother liked talking to him, probably because she was usually too bored.

However, I never dreamed that he would win over my mother so quickly and capture her heart.

After the midterm exams, a classmate had a birthday party and invited me but I didn't invite him because he didn't have money to buy a gift, and besides, he had just transferred to the school this semester and wasn't very familiar with the other students.

Perhaps afraid that my mother would be bored at home alone, he secretly came to my house.

My mother was preparing dinner, but since I wasn't home, she had just made a little something. Seeing him arrive, she knew he hadn't eaten, so she hurried to the kitchen to cook. He was familiar with my mother, so he didn't stand on ceremony and followed her into the kitchen to cook with her.

While preparing the dishes, my mother asked him why he hadn't gone to his classmate's birthday party. My parents have always been supportive of my attending birthday parties and similar events, believing them to be good opportunities to connect with classmates.

Yang Xiong smiled and said, "I'm not very familiar with him, and he didn't invite me. Besides, my aunt is home alone, and I wanted to come and keep her company."

Hearing this, Mom happily said, "I didn't expect our Xiaoxiong to still care about Auntie." Yang Xiong said, "I've always cared about Auntie, and you're only just realizing it now?" Mom looked at his earnest expression and was even happier. She couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek and said, "My Xiaojian, if only he were as well-behaved as you." She paused, then continued, "He only knows how to play all day. If it weren't for you being his deskmate this semester and your help, I'd really worry he wouldn't get into a top middle school." Yang Xiong said, "Actually, Jian is pretty good too. He's more sensible than many of his classmates. He never looked down on me, his deskmate from the countryside. He's also studying very hard now." Mom said, "He's been much more diligent this semester. But his grades are still much lower than yours. You should help him more in the future." Yang Xiong said, "Don't worry, Auntie. You're so good to me, I'll definitely do my best." Mom quickly prepared two dishes. Perhaps because I wasn't there, he wasn't reserved at all and ate heartily.

His mother found his ravenous eating adorable, laughing as she ate, her smile as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

Yang Xiong seemed stunned by his mother's beauty, uttering dreamily, "Auntie, you're so beautiful!

More beautiful than Chang'e!" "Really? I'm getting old, Auntie's almost forty." "No, you're not old at all, I feel like you're my older sister." "Hehehe." His mother's smile widened.

After dinner, the two chatted in the living room. As they chatted, Yang Xiong began to talk about the benefits of foot washing, saying that the feet are the body's second heart. He explained that "foot washing in spring invigorates Yang and strengthens the body; foot washing in summer dispels heat and dampness; foot washing in autumn moistens the lungs; foot washing in winter warms the lower abdomen," and so on. He claimed that regular foot washing not only improves sleep and prolongs life, but also helps maintain youthfulness. His mother asked, "Who told you that?" Yang Xiong replied, "I read it in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic." His mother, having heard of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic before, exclaimed in surprise, "You've read it?" Yang Xiong said, "I read it when I had free time." It turned out that Yang Xiong's ancestors were a prominent family in the area; his great-grandfather had served as a county magistrate. The family had a large collection of books, and he was studious from a young age, often reading from the family library in his spare time. It was precisely because of his intelligence and studiousness that his uncle persuaded his father to transfer him to a school in the city.

Mom didn't sleep well at night, but upon hearing that foot baths could help with sleep and even prolong life, she said, "Then I'll have to try it sometime." Actually, Mom had been to foot massage parlors before, but she was ticklish and hadn't gone back after one time.

Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, why don't you try it today? I'll wash your feet." "You'll wash my feet?" Mom looked at him with a smile, then asked, "You know how to wash feet?" Yang Xiong nodded and said, "Whether it's good or not, Auntie will know after trying." "Okay, then I'll try Xiao Xiong's skills." Seeing that Mom agreed, Yang Xiong quickly got up to pour the foot bath water, seemingly afraid that Mom would change her mind.

Yang Xiong poured the foot bath water for Mom, who had already taken off her stockings and was waiting. Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, can you try the water temperature to see if it's suitable?" Mom put her feet in, and the temperature was just right. The sentimental Mom suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, both warm and happy, because it had been a long time since anyone had cared for and been so considerate of her.

(IV) After soaking his mother's feet for a while, Yang Xiong picked them up from the basin and exclaimed, "Auntie, your feet are so beautiful!" His mother smiled and said, "What's so beautiful about feet?" But he said seriously, "Auntie, your feet are the most beautiful I've ever seen, really. Your legs are beautiful too." His mother said half-jokingly, "Then you can look to your heart's content today." He replied earnestly, "Thank you, Auntie." Then, while admiring the jade-like feet in his hands, he gently rubbed and washed them.

His somewhat infatuated appearance made it seem less like he was washing her feet and more like he was playing with them.

His mother's feet and legs were indeed very beautiful, definitely more beautiful than those of models. Her legs were long, straight, and shapely, without any body hair, and her skin was smooth and soft, which could be described as having skin like solidified cream, almost like a little girl's. Her feet were not large, which could be described as delicate jade feet, with toes neatly arranged like rows of jade, white with a hint of red, and the bones and flesh were well-proportioned, neither too fat nor too thin.

A few years ago, going to the swimming pool caused many young couples who came to swim with high hopes to leave disappointed. The men's gazes were drawn to their mothers' beautiful legs, which aroused their wives' jealousy, leading to an argument.

While washing her feet, he gently massaged the acupoints on her feet, seemingly having learned acupressure. He controlled the pressure perfectly, making his mother, who was usually ticklish, feel very comfortable. She couldn't help but squint her eyes and recline on the sofa to enjoy his service.

My mother asked Yang Xiong to wash her feet. At first, she found it novel and fun, because no one had ever washed her feet before. However, it didn't take long for her heart to race. She felt warm currents rising from the soles of her feet to her heart, a pleasant sensation mixed with a strange excitement and tingling.

Actually, my mother herself didn't know that her feet were her erogenous zones. Because no one had ever washed her feet so attentively before, she had never experienced this before. She only realized this later. If she had known earlier, I think my mother probably wouldn't have let Yang Xiong wash her feet. Gradually, my mother's heart began to race. Several times she wanted to stop washing her feet, but she didn't say anything. Because she was reluctant to give up this wonderful, itchy, and comfortable feeling, and at the same time, seeing Yang Xiong's serious expression made her feel very warm. Perhaps my mother was so focused on enjoying it that she didn't realize her face was blushing and her breathing was becoming heavy. She only knew that her private parts were wet and the temperature was rising.

After finally washing her feet, Mom thought it was over, but then her toes were enveloped in something warm and moist. A tingling sensation shot through her mind, and she shuddered. Opening her eyes, she saw Yang Xiong sucking on her toes. Mom exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Xiong, you—" Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, your feet are so beautiful. Ever since I saw the photos, I've had this urge to kiss them. Auntie, can I kiss them?" "You've seen my photos?" Mom was very surprised.

Yang Xiong said shyly, "There were a few photos of you in the clothes you gave me last time." Mom then remembered that she had taken some swimsuit photos at the beach with Dad a few years ago, and somehow they had ended up in the pocket of those clothes.

A blush crept onto Mom's face. Those photos were the most revealing photos she had ever taken, because the swimsuits were two-piece, only covering her private parts.

Seeing Yang Xiong's expectant gaze, his mother couldn't bear to refuse. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "You child, your feet are so dirty, how can you kiss them?" Yang Xiong replied, "Auntie's feet aren't dirty at all, and they even have a lovely fragrance." "Sigh—" his mother sighed softly, saying, "You child," and didn't pull her feet away, letting him suck and kiss them.

The sweet, tingling sensation grew stronger, causing his mother's whole body to tremble slightly. Later, her legs involuntarily began to twist, and finally she had to say, "Auntie isn't comfortable lying like this, let's stop today." Only then did Yang Xiong reluctantly put down his mother's feet. After getting up, his mother said, "I'm going to take a shower first," and went into the bathroom. Actually, his mother's private parts were already incredibly wet; if she hadn't been wearing thick home clothes, Yang Xiong would have definitely seen the wet patches between her legs.

After a while, his mother came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her face still flushed. Yang Xiong stared, stunned again, because at that moment, his mother looked exceptionally beautiful, charming, and alluring.

Seeing Yang Xiong's dazed look, Mom glared at him and said, "Stop daydreaming, go take a shower." (V) After taking a shower, Yang Xiong came out and, seeing that Mom wasn't in the living room, went to her room.

Mom had already changed into her pajamas. Seeing Yang Xiong come in, she still felt a strange tension, but being an adult, she calmed down and said, "Xiao Jian said they might play all night tonight. If you want to sleep, go to sleep first, don't wait for him." Yang Xiong said, "I don't want to sleep yet, it's still early, I want to talk to Auntie a little longer." Mom said, "Okay then." With Mom's permission, Yang Xiong went over, sat down next to her, and said, "Auntie, does it feel much better after washing your feet?" Upon hearing this, Mom's face turned red again, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment. It felt good, but the feeling was indescribable; it wouldn't be a lie to say it wasn't. Finally, Yang Xiong could only nod and say, "Then can I wash Auntie's feet from now on?" His mother glanced at him and said, "You have to go to school. Auntie will wash them herself from now on." Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, it won't affect my studies." Seeing that his mother didn't agree, he cautiously asked, "Auntie, is it because I didn't wash them well?" At that moment, his mother didn't know how to answer. Deep down, she really hoped to experience this feeling again. This feeling was something she had never experienced when washing her own feet, but the longing, impulse, and emptiness it brought were unresolved. She had gone to the bathroom to wash and relieve herself for a while to calm her inner desires.

His mother looked at Yang Xiong with concern, noticing his nervous expression. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said softly, "No, it's nothing, Xiao Xiong. You washed very well, and Auntie feels very comfortable. But you're in school, so you don't have much time to spend with Auntie." Yang Xiong said excitedly, "Auntie, I have time." He then wrapped his arms around his mother's waist, his voice trembling with emotion, "Auntie, I like you so much, really. I liked you the first time I saw your picture. I wish I could see you every day. I'd like to wash your feet, I'd like to lick your toes, I'd like to do anything for you..." When Yang Xiong hugged his mother, she trembled and was about to push him away. But when he said that, she not only didn't push him away, but instead pulled him into her arms, gently stroking his head, and said softly, "Auntie likes Xiao Xiong too." Yang Xiong looked up at his mother. Mother's face flushed slightly, a captivating, mesmerizing blush. When her gaze met his, it deepened, adding a touch of shyness that made her exceptionally alluring.

Under the warm, inviting light, they gazed at each other silently, neither looking away. After a moment, Mother felt her heart race, and that strange feeling returned. Her heart began to race, but she didn't look away. Yang Xiong stared intently at Mother, his Adam's apple bobbing as if swallowing.

"Auntie, you're so beautiful. I want to kiss you," Yang Xiong finally said.

Mother was startled. Before she could speak, Yang Xiong's lips were already close. Because they were embracing, their faces were very close, and before Mother could react, her lips were sealed with his. Mother trembled again, but instead of pulling away, she closed her eyes.

His mother's expression greatly encouraged Yang Xiong. At first, he was a little nervous, afraid his mother would be unhappy. Seeing that she didn't pull away but instead closed her eyes, the clever boy pulled her into his arms, his tongue parting her slightly open mouth.

His mother's hands, which had been on his shoulders, slowly moved to his neck, and she opened her mouth to meet his passionate kiss.

Perhaps it was Yang Xiong's first time kissing a woman; he lacked skill and just nibbled randomly. Gradually, his mother went from passive to active, beginning to guide him in the kiss.

Yang Xiong was not only academically gifted but also had a high aptitude for kissing, quickly mastering the technique until his mother trembled and gasped softly.

They kissed for about ten minutes. He released his mother's mouth and said, "Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable. Can I love you just once?" Although his mother was already confused and yearning, she wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman. Considering her status, she scolded, "You naughty boy, I'm your auntie." Yang Xiong seemed to know his mother wouldn't refuse him and said, "Auntie, I really feel so uncomfortable. Look." He then grabbed his mother's hand and guided it to his bulge between his legs.

"How come yours is so big?" his mother exclaimed in surprise, noticing its size. "Because he likes Auntie and misses Auntie." Seeing that his mother didn't pull her hand away, Yang Xiong gazed at her intently and pleaded, "Auntie, I really love you so much. Can you give me just once?" His mother remained silent, neither pulling her hand away nor withdrawing it, seemingly hesitant.

(vi) Upon seeing this, Yang Xiong suddenly stood up, pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, which was longer and larger than that of his peers, and said to his mother, "Auntie, look." His mother looked at his swollen and erect penis and scolded, "Why are you showing it off?" Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, I've missed you for so long, it's really painful, please give me one time, okay?" His mother sighed and said coquettishly, "You really are Auntie's little devil." Yang Xiong was overjoyed upon hearing this, and hurriedly took off his pants, which had already fallen to his knees, and took off his only shirt, standing naked in front of his mother.

His mother had already made up her mind, so she was no longer shy. Seeing Yang Xiong standing foolishly in front of her with his penis, which was larger than that of an average adult, she said in a coquettish voice, "Little devil, since you like Auntie, why don't you help Auntie undress?" His mother was a person who liked romance, and although she was willing to accept him, she still couldn't be too proactive.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiong stepped forward to help his mother unbutton her pajamas. Watching his adorable, trembling movements as he unbuttoned them, his mother smiled sweetly.

To encourage him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed him.

His mother had a habit of not wearing a bra to bed. Therefore, with her pajamas unbuttoned, a whole new world unfolded before Yang Xiong's eyes: two snow-white breasts stood erect, and apart from the relatively large areolas, they didn't resemble breasts that had given birth. The breasts weren't large, but they were very firm and showed no signs of sagging.

Seeing him gazing at her youthful breasts with such admiration, his mother excitedly pulled him closer and kissed him. Yang Xiong kissed his mother with one arm around her back, while his other hand gently caressed her breasts.

This kiss didn't last long; perhaps as a hint from his mother, Yang Xiong soon released her lips and slowly lowered his face. His mother's hands, which had been around his neck, now rested on his shoulders.

Although his mother's vagina was already quite wet, Yang Xiong didn't penetrate her fully at once. Because his mother hadn't had sex in a long time, her vagina was very tight. Yang Xiong thought he wasn't using enough force, so he slightly raised his hips and thrust in hard. This time he finally reached the end, but his mother's whole body tensed up, and she let out a soft cry, saying, "You rascal, be gentle, you're killing me!" Yang Xiong finally got his wish and entered his mother's body. He looked at her affectionately and said, "Because you're so beautiful, I want to have you as soon as possible." Perhaps his earlier recklessness had made his mother uncomfortable, so he didn't rush to thrust, but instead savored the tightness and warmth inside her, a feeling he had only experienced in his dreams. Soon, he felt something inside her vagina, as if it were squeezing or sucking at his glans, making him shudder and almost ejaculate.

His mother wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him affectionately, and said, "Silly boy, I've already promised you, why are you afraid I'll run away?" Yang Xiong reciprocated with a deep kiss.

After a while, until his mother coquettishly urged him to move, Yang Xiong slowly began to thrust. His mother moved her hips to match his thrusts.

As his mother cooperated, his thrusts began to quicken and become more intense. Each time he thrust all the way in, his mother would let out a heavy "hmm." This sound excited him even more, and each time he thrust all the way in, he would rub against the tender flesh in front of his glans, making his mother emit a series of "hmm, hmm" sounds. Later, each time he was about to thrust all the way in, his mother would arch her hips upwards to welcome his insertion and rubbing.

Before long, his mother's breathing became heavy, and the "uh, oh" sounds from her mouth gradually increased. As she arrived, Mom raised her legs high, moaning intermittently, "...Xiong... harder... um... I'm coming... just like that... um... fuck Auntie to death... Auntie loves you... so good... you're so good at fucking... just like that... I'm going to die... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming..." Mom's voice grew louder, her vagina became increasingly wet, and Yang Xiong felt the thrusting becoming smoother, the speed naturally increasing, and the force also increasing.

Mom seemed afraid that his penis would slip out of her vagina, so she held his buttocks with both hands, while constantly shouting, urging, encouraging, and pointing... The two entwined passionately for a while. Gradually, Yang Xiong felt his heart race, his blood boil, and his genitals swell. He had experienced this feeling during masturbation and knew he was about to climax. He told his mother, "I'm almost there." His mother seemed even more excited, holding him tighter as if afraid he would pull away, and said haltingly, "...Shoot...Give it to me...Shoot inside...I'm going to die..." At this moment, Yang Xiong reached his peak. He pressed his mother's high, firm buttocks down hard, pressing tightly against her, as if trying to squeeze himself into her body.

"Ah!—" As Yang Xiong began to ejaculate, his mother also reached the peak of ecstasy, letting out a comfortable and pleasurable cry. Then, his mother's whole body convulsed, and they held him tightly, as if trying to squeeze him completely into their bodies. The contractions within his mother and the trembling of her clitoris excited Yang Xiong even more. His penis thrust desperately deep into his mother's body, relentlessly releasing his seed.

A moment later, the mother, panting heavily, said, "I'm dying," and released her grip on Yang Xiong, lowering her raised legs. However, her body continued to convulse.

Yang Xiong did not immediately get off his mother, but continued to hold her tightly, his lower body still pressed firmly against her genitals. Only when his mother's body stopped trembling and went limp did he release his grip, slightly raising his upper body to restore his mother's breasts, which he had flattened, to their original shape. He gently stroked his mother's flushed face, looked into her dazed eyes, and said emotionally, "Auntie, I love you, I will love you forever." His fairy-like mother's face was filled with happiness and sweetness, and she said tenderly, "Xiong, Auntie loves you too." She then laboriously raised her head and gently kissed Yang Xiong's lips.

(VII) Yang Xiong lay on his mother, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, while lovingly kissing her until she said wearily, "Get off me," before reluctantly getting off her.

Yang Xiong turned to the side, looking at his mother, his hand gently caressing her firm breasts, and said, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's been so comfortable. Honestly, today you made me feel like a real woman. Have you ever been with a woman before?" "No. Really, Auntie, you're the first woman I've ever liked, and the first woman I've ever loved." "Is today your first time? You almost drove me crazy! You're such a little devil, so young and already so amazing, like a little bull." "Auntie, hasn't Uncle ever made you feel this comfortable?" "No." Instead of being embarrassed, Mom and Dad frankly asked, "Haven't you and Uncle done it in a long time?" "Yes." Hearing this, Mom's expression darkened slightly. She said, "Your Uncle is very busy with work and is rarely home. Besides, Auntie is getting old, and your Uncle isn't interested anymore." "Auntie, where are you getting old?" Yang Xiong touched Mom's breasts and said, "Your breasts are so firm, almost like a young girl's. Your skin is still so smooth and silky. Your figure is so good, no less than those models. You don't have a single wrinkle on your face..." "You're so sweet-talking." Mom said this, but she felt sweet inside.

"That's just how it is. Why don't you go out and ask someone else?" Mom sighed softly and said, "I heard he has other women outside." "Auntie, you're so beautiful, how could Uncle go to other women?" "You men, you're all always looking for something better. How many of you aren't fickle?" "In this life, I only love Auntie." Mom's face was filled with happiness, and she kissed Yang Xiong tenderly.

"Auntie, I want to make love to you every day from now on, and make you happy every day. Okay?" Mom smiled sweetly and said, "Can your body handle it?" "I can. As long as I'm with you, I have inexhaustible energy. By the way, Auntie, I just ejaculated inside you. Will you get pregnant?" Mom glared at Yang Xiong and pointed at his forehead, saying, "You rascal, you were pressing against me so hard, it was like you wanted to pierce me through, and you kept going for so long, you filled my uterus." Yang Xiong shamelessly said, "That's what you wanted me to do." Then he asked with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?" "If you really get pregnant, it means we're really destined for each other. I'll give birth to the child because it's the fruit of our love." Hearing this, Yang Xiong kissed Mom passionately, and Mom responded tenderly.

Before long, Mom became excited again and began a second round of lovemaking with the tireless Yang Xiong.

That night, Yang Xiong and my mother made love four times, giving her countless orgasms. Later, she was too exhausted and, fearing I would find out, let Yang Xiong return to my room. The next day, she didn't get up until noon. Yang Xiong cooked both breakfast and lunch.

That same night, Yang Xiong conquered my mother, making her fall head over heels in love with him. After that night, my mother was radiant and seemed even more beautiful.

The second weekend, Yang Xiong didn't come to my house, perhaps because I was home and he was afraid I would notice something amiss. However, my mother, deeply in love, couldn't resist and went to Yang Xiong's school the next morning. The two spent the entire day together at a hotel.

When my mother returned that evening, her legs were almost unsteady, but she looked radiant, her face glowing with happiness.

Although my mother fell deeply in love with Yang Xiong, she did not initially intend to live with him in the future. Because my mother had a family and me, and because she couldn't bear to part with me, she did not divorce my father, whose feelings for her had become very weak. In addition, she was much older than Yang Xiong and could be his mother. My mother only wanted to be his lover for life.

However, not long after, my mother changed her mind because what she said that day came true. She became pregnant, and it was during her first time with Yang Xiong. Not long after my mother became pregnant, Liu Yuxuan's mother also became Yang Xiong's captive.

(8) After the midterm exam results came out, I entered the top 120 in the school. There are five classes in our school, with nearly 300 students. My grades rose by almost 50 places compared to the previous semester, ranking 23rd in the class. Yang Xiong's ranking in the class also rose by two places, ranking sixth, and ranking 32nd in the school. This time, he was still dragged down by English. If we disregard English, he would definitely be in the top ten in the school. Liu Yuxuan ranked 150th in the school and 31st in the class.

Mom was overjoyed, and Dad, who rarely came home, was also delighted. According to Dad, at this rate of improvement, I'd definitely get into a top high school next year. To thank my deskmate Yang Xiong, Dad decided to treat him to dinner that weekend.

Aunt Zhang, Liu Yuxuan's mother, was puzzled to see that I, whose grades had previously been inferior to her son's, had surpassed his by a significant margin. At the parent-teacher conference, she eagerly pulled Mom aside to ask the reason.

Mom happily told Aunt Zhang that my rapid progress this semester was mainly due to a good deskmate. With his help, I began to develop an interest in learning, which led to such significant progress.

Mom, currently immersed in happiness and sweet romance, proudly introduced her sweetheart to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang, eager to know the details, didn't pay much attention to Mom's expression, even though she seemed somewhat different—her face was radiant, her skin more supple, and her words and actions revealed excitement and joy—but she didn't delve deeper, assuming it was simply because of my progress.

After hearing this, Aunt Zhang also became interested in Yang Xiong and asked Mom to introduce them, hoping he could help Liu Yuxuan.

Mom didn't think much of it at the time, telling Aunt Zhang that Dad was taking Yang Xiong out to dinner that weekend and asking her to come along.

If Mom knew that this introduction had made her young lover a shared lover for both of them, she certainly wouldn't have been so agreeable. Aunt Zhang's involvement also greatly changed Mom's thinking, leading her to make the biggest decision of her life, which ultimately altered her destiny.

That weekend, Dad treated Yang Xiong to dinner at the city's most luxurious restaurant. Aunt Zhang and Liu Yuxuan were also there. Liu Yuxuan's father was supposed to come too, but had to cancel due to an important matter.

Yang Xiong had met Dad once before at my house, or perhaps he had visited several times, so he wasn't nervous that time. This time, however, he was extremely nervous because he had clearly cheated on Dad. Fortunately, Mom kept giving him hints and reminders, which calmed him down, but he was still sweating profusely.

Shortly after we arrived at the hotel, Liu Yuxuan and his mother arrived.

When Yang Xiong saw Aunt Zhang, his expression of amazement was similar to when he first met Mom; his eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

Fortunately, he remembered my mother was nearby and quickly looked away.

Aunt Zhang was slightly shorter than my mother; my mother was 163cm and Aunt Zhang was 161cm, but her figure and features were better than my mother's. My mother had long, slender legs and a slim figure, while Aunt Zhang was relatively fuller, but definitely not fat, because she had a very thin waist; my mother once said she had a "water snake waist." Her breasts were larger than my mother's, and her bra was a size larger. Her hips were fuller and more shapely, a true S-shaped figure. My mother's face was oval, somewhat resembling Brigitte Lin, while Aunt Zhang had a heart-shaped face, somewhat resembling Sally Yeh. Together, my mother appeared elegant and serene, while Aunt Zhang appeared mature and charming. If my mother was a woman of refined elegance, Aunt Zhang was a woman of sex appeal. In men's words, my mother was the kind of woman you wanted to approach but dared not disrespect, while Aunt Zhang was the kind of woman you wanted to possess and sleep with at first sight.

My mother introduced Aunt Zhang to Yang Xiong. Although Yang Xiong was initially a little flustered, he quickly recovered and politely greeted Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang noticed Yang Xiong's initial amazement upon seeing her, but was surprised that he quickly returned to normal, which secretly amazed her.

What Aunt Zhang didn't know was that Yang Xiong had only recently gained his angelic mother and was deeply in love with her; he was merely amazed by her and had no other ulterior motives. In just a few months of city life, Yang Xiong was no longer the same as when he first arrived at school. Now, facing a group of adults, he was not reserved, treating everyone present as his classmates and friends, chatting and laughing freely, yet not presumptuously, his words and actions measured and appropriate. Liu Yuxuan initially didn't have a good impression of Yang Xiong and rarely spoke to him at school, but because of my influence, her opinion of him had changed.

During the meal, Aunt Zhang brought up the matter of asking Yang Xiong to help Liu Yuxuan with his studies. Yang Xiong didn't answer, but instead turned his gaze to his mother. Mom had been keeping an eye on Yang Xiong and was pleased to see this. She knew her young lover cared for her and respected her. She said, "I wonder if Xiao Xiong can manage. He tutors my son Xiao Jian twice a week, and he also has to study English himself." English was Yang Xiong's biggest weakness; his grades were similar to ours, something Mom knew.

Mom then shifted the question back to her young lover. Yang Xiong glanced at his mother, then at Aunt Zhang and Liu Yuxuan, and said, "I wonder if Yuxuan welcomes me." In his previous impression, Liu Yuxuan was rather resistant to him. "Welcome, welcome." Before Liu Yuxuan could speak, Aunt Zhang interrupted, then asked, "When did you usually tutor Xiaojian?" "Friday nights and Saturdays, if I didn't go home." "You live at school?" "Yes. My home isn't in the city, I'm a boarding student, and school rules state that we can only leave school on Friday afternoons and must return on Sunday nights." "You go home twice a month?" Yang Xiong nodded and said, "My mother isn't in good health." "Go on Saturdays and come back on Sundays?" "Yes." Yang Xiong nodded. Aunt Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "Xiaoxuan's father and I hope Xiaoxuan can get into a top high school next year, with his..." "Judging from his current grades, it's basically impossible. We hired a tutor last semester for Xiaojian, but it didn't help much.

This semester, Xiaojian has made great progress thanks to your tutoring. I think it might be because the tutor is too old for you, lacks common ground, and has difficulty communicating, hence the poor results; while you are classmates, have common ground, and communicate easily, so the results are good. Therefore, I'd like to ask you to spend some time helping my Xiaoxuan, even just one day a week. How about this: you tutor Xiaojian on Saturdays and my Xiaoxuan on Sundays. If you need to go home any week, I'll arrange transportation for you, so you don't have to squeeze onto long-distance buses and transfer. You can leave on Saturday morning and be back in the evening?" Aunt Zhang, being a cadre from the procuratorate, was clear-headed and thoughtful. Yang Xiong's journey home always took a long time. There was no direct bus to his house; he had to transfer, and buses were infrequent, so if he missed one, he had to wait a long time.

He usually left early in the morning and didn't arrive home until the afternoon. Aunt Zhang was clearly aware of the situation, and this arrangement was indeed excellent. It didn't interfere with Yang Xiong tutoring me, nor did it prevent him from visiting his parents; at most, it would only sacrifice his Sunday rest time. My parents hadn't considered this.

Yang Xiong seemed to approve of the solution, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to his mother, as if seeking her opinion. His mother seemed to be thinking, but his father chimed in, saying that it was a good idea, as it didn't affect any aspect.

Yang Xiong glanced at his mother again, seemingly receiving permission, before nodding in agreement.

Later, I learned that after Yang Xiong and his mother's hotel date last week, they had agreed to meet every Sunday unless there were special circumstances.

After dinner, Yang Xiong left with Aunt Zhang and the others. Since it was Sunday, Aunt Zhang said it was for Yang Xiong to get acquainted with the place first.

Aunt Zhang's house was in the municipal government compound, a three-bedroom apartment. Two rooms were bedrooms, and one served as a study/guest room. The study had a large, retractable sofa that could be converted into a bed. Liu Yuxuan is not used to sharing a bed with others, so he sleeps in the study when guests come.

After showing Yang Xiong around her home, Aunt Zhang went to the living room to learn more about this bright and sensible boy. Previously, she only knew him from her mother's introduction.

Yang Xiong briefly explained his family situation. He used to have a happy family; his mother was virtuous, his father capable, and their family was well-off. However, a car accident five years ago left his mother paralyzed, forcing him to start doing housework and farm work before he was even ten. Aunt Zhang

sighed deeply upon hearing this, feeling profound sympathy for Yang Xiong.

Through Aunt Zhang's introduction, Yang Xiong also gained a general understanding of Liu Yuxuan's family situation. Previously, he only knew from me that Liu Yuxuan's parents were both civil servants, Aunt Zhang worked at the procuratorate, and Uncle Liu worked at the finance bureau; he didn't know anything else.

Uncle Liu's family had been a single-son family for three generations, and Liu Yuxuan was the fourth generation. Each generation had only one boy, so Liu Yuxuan was very much loved in his family; almost everyone treated him like a treasure.

Because of this, Liu Yuxuan was very proud from a young age and didn't like interacting with outsiders. Among his classmates, I was the closest, because we had known each other since childhood. For the first three semesters of junior high, we were deskmates, a arrangement Liu Yuxuan had requested. This semester, because Aunt Zhang and the others hoped he could get into a top high school, they asked the teacher to change his deskmate to a student with excellent grades, so he wasn't my deskmate anymore. His new deskmate was a very good student, always ranking in the top five in the class, but he didn't get along well with Liu Yuxuan and didn't offer him any help.

After talking with Aunt Zhang for a while, Yang Xiong went to the study to help Liu Yuxuan study. Yang Xiong quickly discovered that Liu Yuxuan's comprehension was worse than mine, but he studied harder.

Yang Xiong was very patient, explaining things repeatedly to Liu Yuxuan until he understood. Perhaps wanting to catch up and surpass me, Liu Yuxuan not only didn't reject Yang Xiong but listened attentively to his explanations. They only stopped when Aunt Zhang came in to call them for lunch.

In the afternoon, Aunt Zhang observed them several times from the study door, and seeing Yang Xiong explaining carefully, Liu Yuxuan listening attentively, and asking questions from time to time, she was very pleased. During dinner, Aunt Zhang kept putting food on Yang Xiong's plate.

After dinner, Aunt Zhang called the homeroom teacher to explain the situation and asked Yang Xiong to stay at her house to tutor Liu Yuxuan.

Sunday was taken up, so Mom and Yang Xiong had no time or opportunity to be alone together. Since she had tasted the ecstasy that Yang Xiong brought her, Mom had fallen deeply in love with him. She could tolerate not being together for a few days, but she couldn't stand it for too long. Although Yang Xiong stayed at my house on weekend nights, I was at home, and sometimes Dad was at home too. They didn't dare to do anything. At most, they exchanged glances. Since they had a relationship, they talked less at home than before, as if they were afraid that I would find out something. Mom, who was suffering from lust, was thinking about how to go on a date with her lover when something unexpected happened.

(9) When she woke up in the morning, Mom felt a tightness in her chest and felt nauseous while eating breakfast. She thought it was because she hadn't slept well last night and didn't pay attention to it at first. It wasn't until a colleague had her period and was in pain that Mom took leave to go home and rest. Mom then realized that her period should have come long ago. Although her periods had always been irregular, they had never been this long late. Could she be pregnant? After work, Mom rushed to buy a pregnancy test. She took the test at home, and her suspicions were confirmed – she was indeed pregnant.

After her first time with Yang Xiong, Mom had said she would have the baby if she got pregnant. She had only said it casually at the time and hadn't really considered that a fourteen-year-old boy could get her pregnant, so she hadn't used contraception.

It was during this time that she conceived Yang Xiong's child, as those days coincided with her ovulation period.

Once the pregnancy was confirmed, Mom panicked, unsure what to do. She dared not tell Yang Xiong, fearing he would feel burdened. Having given her heart and soul to Yang Xiong, she didn't want to add any trouble for him, nor did she want him to be distracted and have it affect his studies.

Actually, Mom could simply have an abortion at the hospital, and everything would be fine, since Dad was rarely home anyway.

However, immersed in the sweetness of their love, Mom dared not. Firstly, she feared Yang Xiong would think she didn't truly love him; secondly, she couldn't bear the thought of losing the child, as it was the fruit of her love with her young lover.

Mom pondered all night, unable to come up with a solution, and finally decided to consult her best friend, Aunt Zhang. When Aunt Zhang heard the news of Mom's pregnancy, she didn't seem to care much at first, instead teasing her, saying, "No wonder you've been looking radiant and healthy lately, looking much younger than me, and your skin is more supple. You're being pampered every day. But you two are almost forty, if you don't want it, you should take precautions. You can't get too carried away with your happiness." "Stop joking, okay? I'm so annoyed." "What's so annoying? If you don't want it, just go to the hospital and get an abortion." "Sigh—you don't understand." Mom sighed, then said, "If it were as simple as you say, would I need to consult you?" Seeing that Mom wasn't joking, Aunt Zhang became serious and said, "Do you want to keep the baby? Although you're not a civil servant, your securities company is a state-owned enterprise, and family planning is strictly controlled. You don't want me to help you get a quota, do you?" Mom denied Aunt Zhang's speculation, which made Aunt Zhang even more puzzled. My mother originally wanted to discuss this with Aunt Zhang, and after making Aunt Zhang promise not to reveal what she knew, she told her the truth.

When Aunt Zhang heard that the child in my mother's belly was my classmate Yang Xiong's, she was so shocked she almost cried out. After a long while, Aunt Zhang said doubtfully, "How long have you known each other? He only transferred here this semester, you've only known each other for two months, right? How could you be with him—and he's Xiao Jian's classmate." Aunt Zhang knew that although my mother was a bit bourgeois, had a strong artistic temperament, and a romantic heart, she wasn't a fickle woman who would easily fall in love with someone, much less easily develop a relationship beyond friendship. There were still quite a few men pursuing her, some of them very outstanding, but my mother hadn't been moved by any of them.

Now that Mom had told Aunt Zhang the truth, she naturally wouldn't hide anything anymore. She said, "Don't laugh at me. I never thought I'd have a relationship with him, or fall in love with him. At first, I was just curious about him. After talking to him a few times, I found that he wasn't like a typical child. He was well-behaved, sensible, hardworking, knew how to speak and act appropriately, understood how to read other people's minds, and knew how to care for and be considerate of others. In short, I felt very relaxed when I was with him, and it always felt like we had endless things to talk about." "So you fell in love with him?" "Am I that kind of person?" Mom denied Aunt Zhang's speculation, saying, "At that time, I just treated him like a child, at most as a friend I could talk to. I felt happier when I was with him, as if I had returned to my student days. I didn't have any other thoughts at all." "Then how did you two—" "It was that time he washed my feet." " I used to go to a foot massage parlor, but I stopped going because it was so itchy.

That day, when he massaged my feet, I didn't feel that uncomfortable feeling I usually do; on the contrary, it felt very comfortable. Later

, when he kissed my toes—" "He kissed your toes?" Aunt Zhang was quite surprised by Yang Xiong's action and interrupted my mother. "Yes. When he kissed my toes, I actually felt a strong urge to have sex. I've never felt this way before." "So, you two had sex?" "No. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to the bathroom and washed myself for a while before I calmed down." At this point, my mother's face flushed slightly, as if she remembered the situation.

"You didn't take care of it by masturbating?" Aunt Zhang interrupted with a laugh, "Who's as slutty as you?" My mother spat at her, then said with a blush, "After he finished showering, he came to my room to chat with me. Later, he said he liked me and wanted to kiss me. I don't know why, but I didn't refuse..." Recalling the situation that day, my mother's face was filled with happiness and sweetness.

"How could someone so young be so powerful, able to last for tens of minutes?" Aunt Zhang was quite surprised to hear from her mother that Yang Xiong was so formidable, and at the same time, she was somewhat skeptical, thinking that her mother was exaggerating.

"Hmm." Now that she'd brought it up, Mom wasn't embarrassed anymore and nodded firmly. "I really couldn't tell." Aunt Zhang sighed, a complex expression on her face. After a moment, she asked curiously, "You mean his is thick and long?" Thinking of that thick, hot, hard, iron-like thing that had made her feel so good, Mom blushed, but not embarrassed. Instead, she nodded with a sweet smile. "Thicker and longer than yours?" Aunt Zhang seemed unconvinced and pressed on.

Now that she'd brought it up, Mom had no more reservations and said, "Much thicker and longer than his. I didn't realize how short his was before, but after comparing, I realize it's indeed short, probably less than two-thirds the length of his." She paused, seeing Aunt Zhang's focused expression, as if deep in thought, and asked, "How's your Lao Liu's?" "You're such a pain, asking these kinds of questions," Aunt Zhang said, embarrassed by Mom's question.

"Then why did you ask me that earlier?" Mom smiled, staring at Aunt Zhang's flushed face, then continued, "You've been using it for over ten years, you can't be unaware of its thickness and length, can you?" "It should be alright," Aunt Zhang only gave a vague answer.

But Mom wouldn't let it go, pressing, "How long? How thick?" "I haven't measured it. It's about 10 centimeters long, and a little over 2 centimeters thick." Mom didn't comment, looking at Aunt Zhang's blushing face, seemingly wanting to retaliate for her earlier questioning, she chuckled and said:

"How's your husband doing these days?" Although Aunt Zhang and Mom were inseparable since childhood, they were still a little embarrassed to talk about these things. She said with a hint of shyness, "About the same as before." "How many times a week?" "A few times a week? You think we're still young? These days, a few times a month is good." "You're so sexy and alluring, can you handle it?" "Unlike you, seemingly innocent and ethereal, but actually incredibly horny." Aunt Zhang retorted without hesitation. Mom was no match for her in this regard. She continued, "Ever since he became the office manager, he's had more social engagements and often comes home very late. Nine times out of ten, he's drunk, reeking of alcohol, which makes me lose interest." "It's good enough that he comes home every day." "How's your husband doing in that area?" "About the same as before. Each time it only lasts a few minutes. I can say that after all these years with him, I don't know what an orgasm is." Aunt Zhang teased, "Now you know?" Mom's face flushed slightly, perhaps thinking of the scene when she made love with Yang Xiong, but she was very frank and said, "Yes. He taught me what an orgasm is, what love is, what ecstasy is, and what happiness is." "So you've fallen for him?" (10) "Not entirely." "Judging from your infatuation, if it's not that, is there another reason?" "I've told you everything, is there any need to hide anything?" "Then what's the other reason?" "Being with him is very happy and warm. I've never felt this way before." "So you've really fallen in love with him." Mom nodded and said, "You may think it's absurd. But I have indeed fallen in love with him, and I really don't know how I would live if I lost him in this life." "But you two are so far apart in age? You can't divorce your husband and marry him." Aunt Zhang was a little worried for Mom.

"I never thought about marrying him, I just wanted to be with him, be his woman, and live happily for a few years." Seeing her mother's longing expression, Aunt Zhang knew she was speaking from the heart and nodded, saying, "That's better. You two are deeply in love now, and neither of you can live without the other, but the age gap is significant. You're thirty-eight, and in another ten years or so you'll be fifty. By then, you'll be old, and he'll still be young. It definitely won't be harmonious. If you don't get married, you won't have this problem. If your feelings are good, you can stay together; if not, you can separate." "That's what I think too. I don't want to be a burden or a liability to him; I just hope he's happy every day." "Looking at your expression, you're like a teenage girl, innocent and romantic, full of fantasies. I think you've read too many of those romance novels by Qiong Yao." "Don't you want that? Humph, you just haven't met the right person yet. If you had, you'd probably be even less interested than me. Back then, you married Lao Liu because you didn't want to go to the suburbs to be a teacher. Did you really love him?" "Sigh," Aunt Zhang sighed softly, saying, "That was so many years ago, and you still..." "What are you doing with all this?" "It means you have secrets too. Actually, what woman doesn't have secrets? It's just that outsiders don't know. Even those women who seem glamorous, successful, and happy on the surface all have secrets they don't want outsiders to know. You just haven't met the one who makes your heart flutter yet. If you do, given your personality, once you unleash the demons in your heart, you might be even crazier than me." Aunt Zhang's face turned red, and she glared at my mother, saying, "You're going to die. I'm done talking to you." My mother stopped there and didn't continue her attack. Aunt Zhang quickly regained her composure and said, "By the way, what if Xiao Jian finds out about your relationship?" "I won't let him know now." "I don't mean you should tell him, but just in case Xiao Jian accidentally finds out." "He's very sensible, considerate, and knows how to restrain himself. In my house, as long as there are other people around, he won't say or do anything out of line. Even if he misses me, he'll only say it when we're alone, and he won't spend much time with me. Xiao Jian shouldn't find out." Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "At such a young age, he's so restrained and knows his limits. It seems he really likes you and cares about you." "I think he's sincere. I don't expect him to like me or be good to me forever. I'll be satisfied as long as he can spend time with me before we get married." Aunt Zhang seemed to be moved by her mother's sincerity and didn't speak. After a while, she remembered why her mother had come and said, "What about the baby in your belly?" "I just don't know what to do, that's why I'm discussing this with you." "To be honest, I really don't want to have an abortion." Aunt Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to give birth, you'll have to do it secretly in another city. But Lao Xiao is a problem. If you give birth outside and don't want anyone to know, you'll have to stay away for at least six months." Aunt Zhang was, after all, a cadre in the procuratorate, and her analysis of the problem was relatively rational and objective. After a pause, she asked,

"Does he know you're pregnant?" "You mean Xiao Xiong?" Seeing Aunt Zhang nod, the mother continued, "I came to find you as soon as I found out. I didn't tell him, and I didn't want to tell him, so as not to affect his studies." "If you don't plan to give birth, you don't have to tell him. But if you want to give birth, it's best to tell him, after all, he is the father of the child." "Didn't you say he's very sensible? I think he should know how to deal with it." Mom shook her head and said, "I don't want him to have any burdens or pressure." Aunt Zhang sighed and said, "This matter needs to be carefully considered. If you give birth, Lao Xiao will find out sooner or later." "I'm not worried about him. I didn't have much affection for him to begin with. If it weren't for my parents liking him back then, we wouldn't have been together. In recent years, he rarely comes home. I know he has someone else outside. For the sake of the child, I pretend I don't know. If he makes a fuss, I'll just get a divorce." Aunt Zhang obviously knew these things too. She nodded and finally said that it was still early. It wouldn't be noticeable until three months. If you want to abort, you can do it within three months. There's no rush. Think it over carefully first.

(11) After Aunt Zhang learned about Yang Xiong and her mother's affair, when she saw Yang Xiong again, her gaze was obviously different. Before, it was a simple admiring gaze. In her eyes, Yang Xiong was just a half-grown boy. Now, her gaze was much more complicated. In her eyes, Yang Xiong was no longer an innocent little boy.

Aunt Zhang couldn't believe that this boy, almost as tall as herself, possessed a member that rivaled an adult's, let alone that he, not even fifteen, could capture the heart of a mature woman. Sometimes, she couldn't help but steal glances between his legs, as if to confirm whether it was as robust and firm as her mother had described.

Especially when she recalled her mother's account of their hotel date, how Yang Xiong had nearly exhausted her, leaving her bedridden, Aunt Zhang's curiosity grew even stronger. Could a boy not yet an adult possess such ability? Each time she thought of this, her legs would involuntarily become slightly wet. Every time she met Yang Xiong's gaze, a strange panic would rise within her, and her face would flush. Fortunately, Yang Xiong was unaware that Aunt Zhang already knew his secret with his mother. Upon seeing Aunt Zhang, he greeted her politely as usual before going to tutor Liu Yuxuan. He didn't notice the change in Aunt Zhang's expression.

In truth, Yang Xiong didn't dare to spend much time alone with Aunt Zhang at this moment. Since starting to tutor Liu Yuxuan, Yang Xiong had had no time or opportunity to date his mother, leaving him, experiencing the first stirrings of love, feeling both emotionally and physically uncomfortable. That day, Aunt Zhang asked him to help Liu Yuxuan, but he hesitated and did not agree. Instead, he repeatedly looked at his mother for her opinion, afraid that it would affect his date with his mother.

Yang Xiong knew that his relationship with his mother was difficult for society to accept, and he couldn't let outsiders know. He couldn't act recklessly without a suitable opportunity. So, he hadn't met with his mother for over ten days, and he had to endure it. He didn't dare to take the initiative to contact her, knowing that if the opportunity arose, she would definitely contact him.

Suppressing his desire to meet with his mother didn't mean Yang Xiong was at peace; on the contrary, having tasted the sweetness, he was more easily excited and impulsive. In the past, when he saw Aunt Zhang, who was prettier and more alluring than his mother, he only felt pleasing to the eye and had no other thoughts. Now, his heart fluttered, and he had an urge to hold her in his arms and ravage her. He was afraid that being alone with Aunt Zhang for too long would lead to him losing control. After a few words, he would hurriedly leave for dinner under the pretext of tutoring Liu Yuxuan. He was much quieter and dared not look at Aunt Zhang, as if afraid she would see through his secret.

Aunt Zhang, because she felt inexplicably flustered upon seeing Yang Xiong, didn't notice the difference in his expression. Both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts and deliberately avoided each other, but fate seemed to be against their wishes.

That evening, Yang Xiong went to the bathroom and bumped into Aunt Zhang, who was coming out of the shower. Aunt Zhang's bedroom had a bathroom; the outer bathroom was usually only used by him and Liu Yuxuan, and they never expected anyone else to be there.

When Yang Xiong saw Aunt Zhang coming out, he couldn't stop in time, and the two collided. Seeing Aunt Zhang stumble backward, he was afraid she would fall, so he quickly reached out to catch her. Unfortunately, their mouths touched, silencing Aunt Zhang who was about to scream.

Aunt Zhang was only wearing a silk nightgown after her shower, without a bra. Yang Xiong could directly feel the warmth and elasticity of her breasts, a wonderful sensation that further aroused his already swollen lower body.

Afraid Aunt Zhang would fall, Yang Xiong held her tightly, his engorged member pressing against her lower abdomen. Recovering from her shock, Aunt Zhang quickly felt his firmness and size. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She pulled away from his lips, saying, "Let go." Yang Xiong quickly released Aunt Zhang, saying, "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhang, I was too rash. I frightened you." Aunt Zhang glared at him, saying, "Why are you so clumsy? Didn't you see the bathroom light was on?" Yang Xiong chuckled sheepishly and explained, "I thought they forgot to turn it off." "You need to use the bathroom? Go ahead." Perhaps afraid her son would find out, Aunt Zhang didn't press the matter further, and moved aside to let Yang Xiong in.

Back in the bedroom, Aunt Zhang's heart was still pounding. Even though it was through his pants, she had felt Yang Xiong's thickness and hardness during that brief contact. It seemed thicker and longer than her husband's, and it was even a little hot. She had been somewhat skeptical of what her mother had said before, but now she believed it.

Recalling her mother's infatuated expression when she described how Yang Xiong had brought her to ecstasy, Aunt Zhang felt a surge of emotion, her legs becoming moist. She felt a mixture of secret admiration and jealousy towards her mother. At this moment, she regretted asking Yang Xiong to release her so quickly; she should have savored his strength and firmness.

This weekend was another day for Yang Xiong to visit his parents. Last time, Uncle Liu had arranged for a car and driver from the Finance Bureau to pick him up. Uncle Liu was the office director of the Finance Bureau, and he had the authority to allocate the bureau's vehicles, so arranging a driver to pick someone up was naturally easy. However, this weekend the Finance Bureau had an event, and no car could be arranged. Aunt Zhang had to go to her own workplace to ask for a car. The Procuratorate had a car, but the drivers were all busy, so Aunt Zhang had to drive herself.

Aunt Zhang driving herself made Yang Xiong both nervous and excited. He was nervous because he was afraid Aunt Zhang would bring up the accident from that night. That night, he was filled with anxiety after returning to his room, afraid that Aunt Zhang would scold him, and even more afraid that she would tell his mother. If it had just been a hug, it wouldn't have been so bad, but the key was that they had kissed, and she had felt his large penis. He wondered what Aunt Zhang would think.

The next morning, until he left the Liu family home, Aunt Zhang didn't say anything. He assumed it was because Liu Yuxuan was there. Last night, he saw that his mother's expression was normal at my house, so he knew Aunt Zhang hadn't told her about it. He thought Aunt Zhang might be worried that his mother would scold him if she found out, and that he wouldn't be as diligent in tutoring Liu Yuxuan in the future. Today, they were alone together, and he couldn't guarantee that Aunt Zhang wouldn't say anything. He was excited to be alone with the beautiful and sexy Aunt Zhang. Although he didn't have any other thoughts yet, being with a pleasing woman was always a happy thing.

After they set off, Aunt Zhang didn't mention what happened that night. Instead, she subtly inquired about his relationship with his mother.

Yang Xiong immediately tensed up again, observing Aunt Zhang's expression while carefully responding, only saying that his mother was a good person, elegant, kind, loving, and good to him, etc., trying not to say anything else. Aunt Zhang saw that Yang Xiong was tight-lipped and couldn't help but admire him secretly, while also feeling fortunate for her mother. Seeing that

Aunt Zhang no longer asked about his relationship with his mother, Yang Xiong gradually relaxed. The road to the county town was quite busy. Aunt Zhang's driving skills were average, so she didn't dare to be distracted and didn't talk much along the way, mostly asking about Yang Xiong's hometown. Yang Xiong, not wanting to interfere with her driving, naturally didn't initiate conversation.

Although Aunt Zhang had had her driver's license for several years, she rarely drove; the company car was usually driven by a chauffeur. Today, she was driving herself, unfamiliar with the car and the roads, so she drove quite slowly, taking almost two hours to reach the county town.

The road from the county town to Yang Xiong's house was much worse than the road from the city to the county town. At first, it was a paved road, but it was narrow and had many curves. Although Aunt Zhang's driving skills were relatively rusty and she wasn't familiar with the road conditions, with Yang Xiong constantly reminding her, the journey went smoothly without any dangerous incidents. Leaving the town and heading towards Yang Xiong's house, it became a bumpy gravel road, built along the mountains and rivers, undulating and winding. In some places, it was only wide enough for one truck to pass at a time, and a slight misstep could lead to an overturning. Aunt Zhang had to concentrate fully on driving, and her speed was barely faster than a bicycle.

By the time they reached their destination, it was already noon. The journey from the town to Yang Xiong's house was only about twenty kilometers, but it had left Aunt Zhang sweating profusely and exhausted. She rested for a while before getting out of the car. She wanted to find a place nearby to take a bath, eat something, and rest properly, but there were no hotels or restaurants nearby, so she had no choice but to go to Yang Xiong's house with him.

Yang Xiong's house was located at the foot of a small hill. It was an old-fashioned house, not small in size, but rather dilapidated. As soon as Yang Xiong entered, he introduced Aunt Zhang to his father, who was preparing to cook, and his mother, who was in a wheelchair. Yang Xiong's father was only in his early forties, but he looked much older than his actual age. Upon seeing Yang Xiong, he smiled kindly and said, "You've troubled others again," before immediately thanking Aunt Zhang. Yang Xiong offered Aunt Zhang a seat and then went to heat water for her bath.

Aunt Zhang sat next to Yang Xiong's mother, keeping her company. When Yang Xiong was mentioned, his mother's face was filled with guilt, and her eyes welled up with tears. She said that her child had suffered because of her; he had started learning housework and farm work at the age of nine. She had heard that foot baths and massages could prevent the muscles in her legs from atrophying and could even restore sensation, so she washed and massaged her feet every night. She felt that she was a burden to her father and son. When talking about Yang Xiong's good grades and sensible nature, his mother's face beamed with pride and happiness. She said that the happiest thing in her life was having a sensible and promising son who had basically never caused her any worry since he was little.

Through conversation, Aunt Zhang learned that this pretty and strong-willed mother was actually a sent-down youth who gave up the opportunity to return to the city because she fell in love with Yang Xiong's father. Yang Xiong's father was also very outstanding back then, the only high school graduate in the village, and was recommended by the village to go to university. However, due to his family's unfavorable political background, the application was not approved, and he did not go. Because of this, she fell in love with his father, even at the cost of falling out with her family.

When Yang Xiong had prepared the bathwater and called Aunt Zhang to take a bath, Aunt Zhang was also affected by Yang Xiong's mother's emotions, and her gaze towards Yang Xiong was filled with affection.

After dinner, Yang Xiong's father went out to work, and Aunt Zhang rested on a chair while Yang Xiong poured water for his mother to wash her feet. Aunt Zhang then understood why Yang Xiong would come back every week or two; it was to wash and massage his mother's feet.

(12) Around 4 PM, Aunt Zhang and Yang Xiong started their return journey. They were quite familiar with the vehicle's performance and the road conditions, so the return trip was much faster than the way there. Unfortunately, less than ten kilometers from Yang Xiong's house, it started raining. Aunt Zhang had no experience driving in the rain, so she had to slow down and proceed cautiously. By the time they finally reached the town, it was already dark. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang decided to eat in the town and wait for the rain to stop before continuing their journey.

The two found a restaurant and ate, but the rain didn't stop; on the contrary, it got heavier and heavier, and it was pitch black outside. By almost nine o'clock, the rain still showed no signs of stopping. Aunt Zhang became anxious and called the weather station. The weather station said the rain might not stop until the next morning. Aunt Zhang wasn't used to driving in the rain, and she was even more afraid to drive at night. Having no other choice, she decided to stay in the small town and wait for the rain to stop the next day.

The town was small, with only one decent hotel. Perhaps because the rain had come so suddenly, leaving many people unable to go home, the hotel, which usually didn't do well, was unusually busy that day. When they arrived, only one suite was left. The other hotels were too poorly equipped and already full, so they had no other choice but to stay.

Upon entering the room, Aunt Zhang was dumbfounded. The so-called suite was actually just a room with a bathroom, but with one large and one small bed. If Aunt Zhang hadn't heard about her mother and Yang Xiong, she certainly wouldn't have hesitated. In her mind, Yang Xiong was still just a boy, almost like her own son. When they checked in, the hotel staff had assumed they were mother and son, especially since the room had two beds. Now, however, Yang Xiong was no longer a boy in her eyes; he was a man who could make a mature woman swoon.

Yang Xiong seemed to sense Aunt Zhang's hesitation and said, "Aunt Zhang, you stay here. I'll go look around and see if there are any other rooms available." Hearing this, Aunt Zhang felt embarrassed, realizing she had been overthinking things. She said, "There are definitely no other cheap places. Just stay here; there are two beds anyway." The room was well-equipped with a TV, air conditioner, water heater, and toiletries. After checking everything, Aunt Zhang said to Yang Xiong, "I'm a little tired today. I'll go take a shower first. You can watch TV for a while." Aunt Zhang went into the bathroom, closed the door, and found that she couldn't lock it from the inside. She hesitated again. Should she call the hotel to fix it? Who knew when that would be? She was really tired and wanted to rest early. If she didn't fix it? Remembering Yang Xiong's behavior all day, she figured it wouldn't matter; he probably wouldn't barge in recklessly.

Even so, while showering, she kept a close eye on the sounds outside the door. However, after she finished showering, apart from the sound of the television, there was no other noise. Aunt Zhang felt a little disappointed. Thinking of Yang Xiong's fervent infatuation with her mother, and recalling how he seemed unmoved by her beautiful face and sexy figure all day, remaining respectful and polite without the slightest disrespect, she thought: "Am I not as charming as Sister Jing?" (My mother's name is Jingyi, and Aunt Zhang always calls her Sister Jing.)

Aunt Zhang walked out of the bathroom with a puzzled look and saw Yang Xiong sitting on the small bed watching TV; clearly, the large bed was reserved for her. Hearing the door open, Yang Xiong turned around, said, "You're done showering," then looked away and walked towards the bathroom.

Aunt Zhang, confident that her charm surpassed her mother's, didn't see the scene she expected, and felt a surge of resentment. When she came out of the bathroom, she deliberately wore no outer garment, only a close-fitting bra, displaying her enviable, curvaceous figure. To her surprise, Yang Xiong ignored her, glancing at her before turning away. Did he only like women like Jing Jie—slender and graceful?

Actually, Aunt Zhang had no idea that Yang Xiong wasn't unmoved by her, but rather afraid to look at her. Since their last encounter, she had held a place in Yang Xiong's heart, and he dared not do anything inappropriate in her presence, mainly because he feared his mother would find out. His mother held a place in his heart that no one else could match. Furthermore, Yang Xiong was more mature than us; it was difficult for outsiders to discern his thoughts.

Having tasted the sweet pleasures of love, Yang Xiong hadn't been intimate with his mother for over ten days. He was now craving more, and Aunt Zhang's alluring smile and curvaceous figure were undoubtedly a huge temptation for him. He dared not look at Aunt Zhang, fearing he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and might lose control, or even do something outrageous. This was also why he tried his best not to look at Aunt Zhang the whole way.

When Yang Xiong came out of the shower, Aunt Zhang had already turned on the air conditioner and was sitting on the big bed, watching TV with the blanket covering her lower body. She was still wearing the same close-fitting underwear she had been wearing, but her long underwear had been taken off and placed on a stool next to her.

Aunt Zhang saw that Yang Xiong was dressed neatly, almost the same as when she came in, except that her hair was wet, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange. She said, "Why are you still wearing so many clothes? Are you cold? I turned on the air conditioner, it's very warm now." "I...I..." Yang Xiong didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"What? Is there something you can't tell Aunt Zhang?" Yang Xiong smiled awkwardly, "If I don't wear clothes, I... I'm afraid it's disrespectful to you, Auntie." Aunt Zhang laughed, a bright smile, and said, "You silly child, what's disrespectful about taking off your clothes?

It's not like I'm asking you to strip naked. Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. You're a few months younger than Yu Xuan, just like my son. As a mother, it's no big deal if I see my child's body." Hearing Aunt Zhang say this, Yang Xiong felt even more embarrassed, realizing he had been overthinking things. He smiled awkwardly and said,

"If Aunt Zhang doesn't mind, then I'll take them off." After taking off his outer clothes and trousers, Yang Xiong climbed onto the small bed and covered his lower body with the blanket. Although he acted quickly, Aunt Zhang, who was watching closely, still noticed the bulge between his legs and naturally understood why he hadn't taken off his clothes. She couldn't help but smile knowingly, thinking to herself, "Looks like I'm not without charm after all."

"Oh, right, Xiaoxiong, there's something I forgot to tell you this afternoon." Perhaps because of Yang Xiong's nervousness and embarrassment, Aunt Zhang changed the subject, saying, "I talked to your mother this afternoon. I'll take care of your tuition and living expenses until you graduate from junior high school. If you need anything in the future, just tell me." Yang Xiong said with a little excitement, "Auntie, how can that be?" "Why not?" Aunt Zhang's question left Yang Xiong speechless for a moment. She smiled and continued, "Don't feel burdened or pressured. This is the fee for your hard work in tutoring Xiao Xuan by sacrificing your rest time. If you hire a tutor for Xiao Xuan, it would cost at least tens of yuan per hour, and even if it's only four hours a week, it would cost at least two or three hundred yuan, and at least one or two thousand yuan a month, and it might not even be effective. Auntie is responsible for your tuition and living expenses. Strictly speaking, Auntie is making a profit." After Aunt Zhang said this, Yang Xiong didn't know what to say and could only thank Aunt Zhang repeatedly. After Yang Xiong's tense expression relaxed, she said, "Xiao Xiong, come over here and talk to Aunt Zhang." At the same time, she lifted the quilt on the side closest to Yang Xiong (13). After the quilt was lifted, a small part of Aunt Zhang's fair and sexy thighs was exposed. Yang Xiong's heart fluttered, and he hesitated to get up from the bed.

Aunt Zhang teased, "Why aren't you coming over? Are you afraid Aunt Zhang will eat you up, or do you smell weird?" Yang Xiong chuckled awkwardly, got up, subconsciously covering his prominent genitals with his hand, and awkwardly sat down next to Aunt Zhang on the large bed.

Aunt Zhang secretly chuckled at Yang Xiong's expression, moved closer to him, and looking at the nervous and uneasy Yang Xiong, said, "Little Xiong, this morning you said your Aunt Jing is a good person, has a good temperament, and treats you very well. Tell Auntie, how does she treat you well?" Yang Xiong hadn't expected Aunt Zhang to ask this question. He glanced at her nervously, then quickly looked away, unsure how to answer.

Aunt Zhang continued to smile at him, saying, "What, you don't want to tell Auntie?" She seemed determined not to let him off the hook until she got an answer. Yang Xiong had deliberately kept a certain distance from Aunt Zhang after getting into bed, but Aunt Zhang deliberately moved closer, so the two were almost touching. The distinctive feminine scent emanating from Aunt Zhang filled his nostrils, especially her high, firm breasts, which, without the restraint of a bra, appeared particularly prominent, as if about to burst forth from her clothes. This made his heart pound like a drum, and his lower body throbbed with an intense, almost unbearable urge. He had to try his best to resist the allure of her body while also pondering how to answer her question. Sweat quickly beaded on his forehead, and his face began to flush. Aunt Zhang waited a moment, and seeing Yang Xiong hesitate, she asked, "Is your Aunt Jing prettier, or Aunt Zhang?" Her face still held a smile as she gently patted his hand, which was outside the blanket, and then placed it on her hand, a gesture that was both comforting and teasing.

Looking at the fair, rosy, and delicate face before him, Yang Xiong had to admit that Aunt Zhang was indeed more beautiful than his mother. However, his mother had transformed him from a boy into a man and allowed him to experience the intoxicating pleasures of love. He couldn't say that his mother wasn't as beautiful as Aunt Zhang. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You and Aunt Wen are both very beautiful. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen." "Isn't there a difference?" Aunt Zhang looked at Yang Xiong with a smile.

"Aunt Wen is elegant and refined, Aunt Zhang is beautiful and generous. You are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with your own strengths, it's hard to say who is better, you are both very beautiful." Aunt Zhang glared at Yang Xiong and said, "Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, it's hard to say who is better! You're clearly just trying to fool Aunt Zhang." "I didn't." "Then do you like spring orchids more, or autumn chrysanthemums more?" "I like them both." "Don't try to be clever. Tell me, do you like your Aunt Wen more, or do you like Aunt Zhang more?" Aunt Zhang went straight to the point, and Yang Xiong didn't know how to answer for a moment. He naturally liked my mother more, but he didn't dare say it directly, as Aunt Zhang would definitely be unhappy. Seeing Aunt Zhang staring at him, he finally stammered,

"I...I really like them both." Aunt Zhang smiled and poked Yang Xiong's forehead, saying, "Little guy, you're not being honest. You definitely like your Aunt Wen more." Hit where it hurt, Yang Xiong didn't know how to answer. If he denied it, and his mother heard about it, she would definitely be unhappy. "You guessed right, didn't you?" Aunt Zhang smiled smugly, then said, "Tell Auntie, why do you like Aunt Wen more? What do you like about her?" "I like you very much too, Auntie, but I've known Aunt Wen for longer." Yang Xiong said nervously, looking at Aunt Zhang's smiling face.

"You really like Aunt Zhang too?" "Yes." "I don't believe you." Aunt Zhang smiled and shook her head. "Aunt Zhang, I really didn't lie to you." "Then do you want to kiss Aunt Zhang?" Yang Xiong looked at Aunt Zhang suspiciously, not knowing the true meaning of her words, and dared not answer rashly. Aunt Zhang still smiled, her eyes seemingly filled with laughter.

"Little guy, you're still not honest," Aunt Zhang said coquettishly. "I..." As she spoke, Aunt Zhang pressed her body against Yang Xiong's arm, the woman's fragrance emanating from her becoming even stronger. Yang Xiong was already aroused, his lower body throbbing with desire, unable to concentrate on analyzing or figuring out Aunt Zhang's intentions, unsure how to answer.

"You're so bold and unrestrained in front of your Aunt Wen, taking the initiative to kiss her, but in front of me you're so reserved and shy, clearly you don't like Aunt Zhang," Aunt Zhang said, her face still bearing a faint smile, showing no sign of displeasure. Yang Xiong, with a guilty conscience, was particularly sensitive, and upon hearing this, his heart trembled, looking at Aunt Zhang in astonishment: How did she know about me and Aunt Wen?

Aunt Zhang smiled mysteriously and said, "You think I don't know about you and your Aunt Wen?" Yang Xiong was even more horrified upon hearing this. Looking at his almost dazed and adorable expression, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek, saying, "Little guy, do you now admit that you only have Aunt Wen in your heart, and only like Aunt Wen?" "I... I also like Aunt Zhang." Aunt Zhang said coquettishly, "Then why don't you kiss Aunt Zhang?" Yang Xiong hadn't recovered from his shock yet, and was startled again by her words, looking at Aunt Zhang with suspicion, as if trying to figure out the real meaning behind her words.

Aunt Zhang still had a smile on her face, but the smile was a little strange, her eyes were like they were covered with a layer of mist, hazy and full of temptation, making her look particularly charming. Yang Xiong called out emotionally, "Aunt Zhang—" Seeing Yang Xiong's hesitant look, Aunt Zhang smiled sweetly, narrowed her eyes, and took the initiative to move her face closer.

(14) Aunt Zhang's blatant teasing and seduction were like adding fuel to the fire for Yang Xiong, who had long harbored a desire to kiss her. This made him even more aroused and lustful. At this moment, he no longer cared whether she was teasing or testing him, or whether his mother would be sad or upset if she found out. Like a hungry tiger seeing a lamb, he pulled Aunt Zhang close without hesitation and fiercely sealed her cherry lips with his.

Just now, Aunt Zhang thought that Yang Xiong, who had always been reserved in front of her, would not dare to do anything, so she teased and provoked him without any scruples. However, she overestimated him. Yang Xiong's actions were unexpected and so swift. With a soft moan, she fell into his arms.

Yang Xiong was like a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time and finally found sweet water. He held Aunt Zhang tightly with one hand and kissed her thirstily, while his other hand skillfully reached into her underwear and rubbed the breasts he had longed for.

Upon reaching Yang Xiong's arms, Aunt Zhang seemed unwilling to submit so easily. She twisted her body and swayed her head, as if trying to break free from his embrace and avoid his kisses. Her free hand held back the hand reaching for her breast, seemingly trying to stop him from caressing it.

However, Yang Xiong's attack was so forceful and fierce that Aunt Zhang couldn't resist. Soon, she gave up and surrendered, the initial panic in her eyes gradually replaced by confusion.

Aunt Zhang slumped in Yang Xiong's arms, becoming a lamb to the slaughter. The experienced Yang Xiong took the opportunity to lay Aunt Zhang down on the bed and continued his irresistible and aggressive assault. Before long, Aunt Zhang seemed to loosen up. She wrapped her two jade-like arms around Yang Xiong's neck and actively extended her fragrant tongue to return his kiss, only closing her eyes.

In the midst of their passionate kisses and caresses, the few clothes Aunt Zhang wore were quickly removed, leaving Yang Xiong completely naked. Aunt Zhang not only had a good figure but also beautiful skin—fair, smooth, and supple. Yang Xiong eagerly moved his body above the beautiful body, his lips moving from her face to her breasts.

Aunt Zhang's breasts were one of Yang Xiong's most longed-for places. The first time he saw their height, Yang Xiong felt a stirring in his heart; that night, with her warm embrace, he directly felt their size and firmness, which only fueled his desire.

Aunt Zhang's breasts were large, but unlike most mature women's soft breasts, they were very elastic, as firm as a young girl's—this was what Aunt Zhang was most proud of.

In a short while, Aunt Zhang's face flushed red, and she was panting heavily, but she was still murmuring the words she had uttered since her lips were freed: "You...you bastard...how...how could you...do this to Aunt Zhang...how could you...bully Aunt Zhang...you...aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid I'll tell her...no...you can't do this..." Yang Xiong's long-suppressed desire had been ignoring Aunt Zhang's feeble warnings and threats; he only knew to enjoy the delicious treat before him.

Although Aunt Zhang was murmuring, her hazy eyes and intoxicated expression revealed the opposite: she enjoyed this "bullying." Aunt Zhang's breasts were beautiful, one could say they were precious works of art. They were warm and smooth like jade, crystal clear, without a single flaw; her skin was white with a rosy tint, and the veins underneath were clearly visible; her nipples were small and not dark in color, not at all like breasts that had been used to nurse a child. It was said that Aunt Zhang had switched Liu Yuxuan to cow's milk when he was just over six months old in order to maintain the perfect shape of her breasts.

Yang Xiong treated her like a precious treasure, unable to put her down. He would lick around her nipples with his tongue, then tease them with his tongue, then open his mouth wide to kiss her breasts, then gently suckle at her nipples. While his mouth was kissing, his hands were also busy. One hand would squeeze and knead her breast while his mouth kissed one, while the other hand would pinch and play with the nipple of the other breast. He would switch hands after a while, repeatedly playing with and kissing her.

Aunt Zhang had never experienced such service and stimulation before. Soon, her pink legs began to twist, and her trembling voice became high-pitched: "...I...I can't take it...I...I want...I want...give...give me...darling...I want you...give me...baby...come on...love me..." Yang Xiong reluctantly released her breasts, but didn't immediately give Aunt Zhang what she wanted. Instead, he shifted his focus to the area between her legs. Aunt Zhang's genitals were fuller than her mother's, and her pubic hair was thicker, but not messy. Because her vulva was so full, the vaginal entrance was tightly sealed, with only a deep slit visible from the outside. Only when Aunt Zhang spread her legs did Yang Xiong see the mysterious place clearly. Her labia majora were still so pinkish-white, unlike those of a woman who had been married for many years. The inside of her labia was fresh and bright red, very clean, with no odor, only that arousing scent wafting through the air. Her vagina was overflowing, the hair outside her labia was soaked, and her clitoris was clearly protruding. Yang Xiong licked her clitoris with his tongue, causing Aunt Zhang to tremble again, her moans rising in intensity.

Yang Xiong seemed to be retaliating for Zhang Yi's earlier teasing. He gently sucked on her clitoris, causing Zhang Yi's whole body to tremble and twist irregularly. She would occasionally thrust her hips forward, as if both trying to escape and welcoming him, her cries coming in broken sentences: "Ah...I can't take it...I'm going to die...Darling...I want...Give it to me..." She was clearly in a state of frenzy. Although it was raining heavily outside, Yang Xiong was afraid that people outside would hear his cries. After teasing her for a while, he stopped torturing her, straightened up, spread her legs, and lifted them. He held his engorged penis, which was about to explode, and rubbed it against

her vaginal opening a few times to lubricate the glans before forcefully inserting it. "Ah!" With Yang Xiong's insertion, the unbearably thirsty Zhang Yi let out a scream that was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or pain. Yang Xiong only knew that his penis had gone all the way in. It wasn't that Zhang Yi's vagina was loose, but rather that it was relatively shallow and very wet inside, allowing for a smooth insertion. However, a section of his penis was still outside.

Yang Xiong never dreamed that the incredibly beautiful and sexy Aunt Zhang would become his woman. After entering Aunt Zhang's body, he didn't immediately thrust. Instead, he lowered her legs, propped himself up on his elbows, and pressed his firm chest against her erect breasts. He enjoyed the warmth and wetness of her vagina while kissing her softly moaning body, and said passionately, "Auntie, I've finally got you." "You naughty boy, have you been eyeing Auntie all along?" "Auntie, to be honest, I only liked you at first. You're so beautiful and charming. It would be a lie to say I didn't like you or had any feelings for you. But if you hadn't teased and seduced me today, Auntie, I definitely wouldn't have dared to." "You naughty boy, who teased you? Who seduced you? You forced Auntie." "Hehe, Auntie, you were the one who called me in later." Yang Xiong said cheekily, "So you were teasing and seducing Auntie." "Auntie, do you regret it?" Since he was already inside her, Yang Xiong stopped arguing and asked softly.

"What's the use of regretting it? You brat, you're already inside." "Auntie, is it comfortable?" "I almost died from your penetration, and you still say it's comfortable? You're such a wild bull, why are you so vigorous?" Yang Xiong smiled and said, "It's because Aunt Zhang, you're too tempting." "Is it like this with your Aunt Wen too?" Hearing my mother's name, a trace of guilt flashed through Yang Xiong's heart, but this guilt was quickly replaced by the pleasant sensation from his penis: "Aunt Zhang, you're so smooth and warm inside, it's really comfortable." "Then why aren't you moving?" "Yes, ma'am." Yang Xiong had been quietly savoring Aunt Zhang's beauty, and upon hearing this, he playfully responded and slowly began to move.

(15) Yang Xiong soon discovered that Aunt Zhang's vulva was very different from his mother's. His mother's vagina was deeper, while Aunt Zhang's was shallower; his mother had relatively less fluid, while Aunt Zhang had more; his mother's vulva was lower, while Aunt Zhang's was higher; his mother's vulva was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, as if there was a small mouth inside, while Aunt Zhang's vulva was tight on the outside and loose on the inside, with many wrinkles in the middle.

While thrusting, Yang Xiong asked Aunt Zhang beneath him, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" "Comfortable...so comfortable...baby...are you comfortable?" Aunt Zhang stroked Yang Xiong's back, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the sensation as she answered intermittently.

"It feels so good, so good, Auntie, I want it to last forever." "Yes, Auntie is willing." As Yang Xiong thrust powerfully, Aunt Zhang's breathing became heavier, and she murmured, "...Baby...it itches inside...fuck me inside...harder...yes...like that..." Aunt Zhang expressed her feelings while instructing Yang Xiong, moving her hips in response.

Yang Xiong naturally wouldn't disappoint Aunt Zhang, following her instructions and requests, sometimes gently thrusting, sometimes wildly pounding. Soon, Aunt Zhang, held tightly beneath him, stopped moaning. Apart from occasionally saying "so good, so good," there were only heavy "oh" and "hmm" sounds from her lips and nose. Especially when Yang Xiong thrust heavily, hitting the soft flesh inside, Aunt Zhang's whole body would tense up, emitting an alluring moan.

Aunt Zhang enjoyed the pleasure and comfort that Yang Xiong brought her, her hands tightly wrapped around his back, her legs spread wide and raised high, eagerly welcoming Yang Xiong's fierce thrusts.

After more than ten minutes of intense fighting, Aunt Zhang cried out again, "...Harder...husband...harder...more force...fuck me harder...husband...fuck me to death...like this...I want you to fuck me to death...I love you...harder...more forcefully..." With Aunt Zhang's cries, Yang Xiong's thrusts became faster and faster, like a high-powered motor, launching a fierce attack with a frequency even more intense than raindrops outside the window. He became even more excited when he heard Aunt Zhang call him "husband," and the force of his thrusts increased, as if he wanted to squeeze his entire penis into her body.

The sounds from Aunt Zhang's mouth... The sounds grew louder and louder with Yang Xiong's increased thrusting. Her arms tightened around him, her raised legs wrapped around his waist, making them seem like conjoined twins, their lower bodies tightly connected, her hips swaying up and down with his movements.

Aunt Zhang was even more frenzied in bed than my mother; once she got into it, she had no inhibitions. To prevent anyone outside from hearing, Yang Xiong eventually sealed Aunt Zhang's mouth with his own.

The two were locked in a passionate embrace, oblivious to time or fatigue, until Aunt Zhang's entire body began to spasm continuously, her vagina contracting rhythmically. Only then did Yang Xiong slow his thrusts and release Aunt Zhang's mouth.

"I'm dying...you've fucked me to death...it feels so good...I'm in heaven..." Aunt Zhang exclaimed, her legs, which had been wrapped around Yang Xiong's back, lowered, and her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around his back, loosened. Aunt Zhang was satisfied, but Yang Xiong hadn't yet ejaculated, though he stopped thrusting. He was enjoying the wonderful feeling of Aunt Zhang's vaginal contractions caused by her spasms. Only when Aunt Zhang's spasms stopped did he begin to slowly thrust again.

As Yang Xiong thrust in and out, he kissed Aunt Zhang, who was dazed and intoxicated after her orgasm, and asked, "Auntie, was it good?" "Yes. I've never felt so good before." "Will you be my woman from now on?" "Yes." "Will we do it every day from now on?" "Yes." "Will you have a child for me?" "Yes." Aunt Zhang, completely intoxicated, was so lost in passion that she didn't even know what Yang Xiong was asking. She only knew to say yes, and she probably would have agreed if Yang Xiong had asked her to divorce her husband and marry him the next day. Fortunately, after thrusting slowly for a while, Yang Xiong suddenly made a new discovery and stopped teasing her.

Yang Xiong noticed that the little mouth inside Aunt Zhang that had been sucking his glans seemed to be gradually opening. He curiously pressed his glans against it and slowly pushed in. Unexpectedly, it opened up, and his glans entered a new space, and his penis was finally fully inside Aunt Zhang. As Yang Xiong's glans entered the new space, Aunt Zhang, whose body was limp, suddenly tensed up, then let out an "Ah!" and hugged Yang Xiong tightly again. With Aunt Zhang's soft cry, Yang Xiong immediately felt his glans being tightly gripped, making it difficult to move; it seemed as if his glans was stuck. When he tried to increase his strength, Aunt Zhang cried out in pain, so he had to stop.

Aunt Zhang frowned and said, "You've inserted it into the uterus." Yang Xiong had only read about insertion into the uterus in books; he never expected to experience it himself. He didn't know what to do. Seeing Aunt Zhang's discomfort, he nervously said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, what should I do?" "Go slowly. You've ejaculated; it's soft now, so it should come out." Yang Xiong could only slowly and gently move his penis. Although it wasn't pleasurable, there was a strange, tingling, itchy feeling, as if his entire glans was tightly wrapped, like a child suckling, stimulating his penis to swell continuously. The more his penis swelled, the tighter the grip became, and all his nerves tensed up because of this urgency. In just a short while, a strange pleasure quickly spread throughout his body. His spine went numb, his seminal vesicles opened wide, and hot semen shot deep into his uterus.

Aunt Zhang had never experienced the sensation of a penis entering her uterus before. She felt both tense and excited, both swollen and numb, and itchy. This complex and strange feeling quickly brought her into a state of confusion. She hugged Yang Xiong tightly with both hands and cried out incoherently, "Husband... I love you... I want to be your woman for the rest of my life... I want you to hold me like this forever... I will never leave you for the rest of my life..." When Yang Xiong ejaculated, Aunt Zhang's cries became even louder, and her body began to tremble violently. Her hands clung to him even more tightly, as if afraid that he would leave, or as if she wanted to squeeze him completely into her body.

Yang Xiong sealed Zhang Yi's mouth again to prevent her cries from alerting those outside. Zhang Yi, however, was unwilling to give up; it seemed she couldn't express her pleasure without crying out. She twisted her head violently, trying to escape Yang Xiong's lips. Only after Yang Xiong ejaculated did Zhang Yi stop twisting, but the spasms in her body didn't stop, only gradually lessening in intensity. After being nourished by the rain, Zhang Yi's face was flushed, her eyes brimming with desire, her misty gaze filled with love.

Yang Xiong, having released himself, remained quietly on top of Zhang Yi, looking at her blissful face, and couldn't help but tenderly kiss her still-feverish cheeks. Only when Zhang Yi's body went limp again did he seal her lips with another kiss. Falling from the peak of ecstasy once more, Zhang Yi's body was weak, she didn't even have the strength to return the kiss, only passively accepting Yang Xiong's affection.

Perhaps because Zhang Yi's body was extremely relaxed, Yang Xiong's glans unknowingly withdrew from her cervix. Yang Xiong suddenly realized, kissed Aunt Zhang hard, and said, "I know why I got stuck inside just now." "What reason?" "You can only come out when you're completely relaxed, and it's the same when you go in." Yang Xiong got off Aunt Zhang, lay on his side, and said, "Auntie, you've never experienced this before?" Aunt Zhang glared at Yang Xiong and said, "Yu Xuan's dad's isn't as long as yours, and it didn't last as long either." She paused for a moment, then continued, "No wonder your Aunt Wen loves you so much. You're really a nemesis to us women." "Aunt Wen told you everything?" "Don't you know we've been best friends since childhood?" Aunt Zhang said, poking Yang Xiong's face, "I never thought we'd both become your women, become real sisters." Yang Xiong chuckled and said, "Aunt Zhang, since you know about my relationship with Aunt Wen, how could you—" "It's all your fault, you naughty boy." Aunt Zhang blushed and glared at him. "At first, I was just curious. Your Aunt Wen isn't a child, so why would she fall so deeply in love with you and be willing to abandon her family to be with you?" "And then what happened?" "I won't say. Auntie underestimated you, and in the end, you ruined me." "No way, Auntie. If you didn't want to, even if I had the guts of the world, I wouldn't dare to offend you." "You're getting away with this. You almost killed me. I really don't know what kind of person you are." Faced with Aunt Zhang's shy and coquettish rebuke, Yang Xiong could only smile sheepishly. After a moment, he again reached out his hand, kneading Aunt Zhang's breasts, which had returned to their normal color, and said, "Aunt Zhang, were you deliberately teasing me and provoking me at the beginning?" "It's all your fault. Your Aunt Wen was completely infatuated with you. She said that you made her truly experience what it's like to be a woman, that you made her know what it means to be in ecstasy, what it means to be utterly captivated. I find it strange, haven't they had any passion or perfect sex in their more than ten years of marriage?" "Aunt Zhang, have you ever had such an experience before?" "Now I know that I wasted my life before." "So Auntie wanted to try it out and see if it's really true." "What?" Aunt Zhang spat at him and said, "You're going to die, I'm not talking anymore." Yang Xiong lightly kissed Aunt Zhang and said, "My good aunt, dear aunt, we're together now. Just now you called me husband, baby, darling, and said you wanted to be with me for life—" Aunt Zhang's face turned red, and she glared at Yang Xiong, saying, "Shameless, who called you husband or baby?" "No, no, I misspoke. But, no matter what, now I'm your man, at least your little man, so just satisfy your little man's curiosity." Aunt Zhang was unable to resist being pestered, and sighed softly, revealing the reason why she easily lost her virginity to Yang Xiong.

It turned out that after hearing her mother talk about how she lost her virginity to Yang Xiong and how she experienced the ecstasy from him, Aunt Zhang's heart began to flutter. Especially after her mother described the sex between her and Yang Xiong so wonderfully, the initial shock in her heart gradually turned into longing and a certain expectation.

For more than ten years of marriage, her sex life with Uncle Liu was very bland, without the kind of soul-stirring, blissful experience that her mother described. Furthermore, since Uncle Liu became the director of the Municipal Finance Bureau's office, their sex life had become less frequent. Uncle Liu had many social engagements and often came home late at night, usually drunk, and would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed

. Forget about sex, they barely had time for anything else, and her desires remained unfulfilled. However, she hadn't considered experiencing it with Yang Xiong, after all, he was her mother's lover. Today, by chance, they ended up sharing a room. At first, Aunt Zhang only wanted to tease Yang Xiong, but later, seeing that he seemed indifferent to her, and recalling his infatuation with her mother, she felt extremely unbalanced. She thought she was no less than her mother in any way, and on the contrary, her figure was better. Why wasn't she as attractive as her mother? Especially when she saw the bulge between Yang Xiong's legs after he took off his trousers, she recalled their encounter that night, and her long-suppressed desires were ignited.

Driven by curiosity and jealousy, the teasing gradually turned into provocation and seduction. Seeing that Yang Xiong remained reserved, sometimes even nervous, her teasing and seduction became increasingly bold and explicit. To her surprise, once the vigorous Yang Xiong erupted, it was so swift, so fierce, so domineering, and so direct, leaving her no room to resist.

Aunt Zhang eventually gave up resisting, allowing Yang Xiong to do as he pleased, because her breasts were her erogenous zone; any attack on them would leave her weak and her desire quickly aroused. Yang Xiong's initial directness rendered her powerless to resist. Secondly, the intoxicating sensations her mother described were alluring, and Yang Xiong's tight-lipped nature meant there would be no future trouble with him. Therefore, her initial resistance quickly turned into submission and cooperation, until finally, she actively sought him out.

After learning the whole story, Yang Xiong chuckled sheepishly and said, "So, I should thank Aunt Wen for getting you, Auntie." "You only have Aunt Wen in your heart," Aunt Zhang said, her voice tinged with jealousy. "No way, Aunt Zhang, I misspoke, please don't be upset. If Aunt Zhang didn't like me or didn't want me, I wouldn't have gotten you." Aunt Zhang glared at Yang Xiong and said, "If it hadn't rained tonight, how could I have lost my virginity to you?" Yang Xiong smiled and said, "So, I should thank God even more. Aunt Zhang, perhaps fate has destined us to be together. You know, if you hadn't given me this today, if it hadn't rained, if there hadn't been no other rooms available, I wouldn't have gotten you, Auntie." Actually, he had one crucial thing in mind he hadn't said: "If you hadn't teased and flirted with me, I wouldn't have gotten you either." He knew that if he said this, Aunt Zhang would definitely be embarrassed and angry. Before a woman falls head over heels in love with you, some things can't be said too bluntly, things can't be made offensive, otherwise, it might backfire. Through these days of getting to know each other, he knew that Aunt Zhang cared more about her reputation than his mother. He could say anything to his mother, but not to Aunt Zhang; their relationship hadn't reached that point yet.

Aunt Zhang pointed at Yang Xiong's forehead and said, "Looks like I owed you something in my past life." "Aunt Zhang, do you regret it?" Aunt Zhang smiled sweetly, shook her head, and said, "I just don't know how I'll face your Aunt Wen in the future. By the way, you absolutely mustn't let your Aunt Wen know about tonight's events."

[The End]

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