Fourteen-year-old youth

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The setting sun streamed through the window, bathing everything in the room in a golden glow, no longer
as dazzling as at midday.

Everything was neatly arranged, from the carefully tended, blooming flowers on the balcony to the
gleaming floor. In the living room, a thick photo album sat on the table, the hostess and her guests flipping
through it and chatting.

"Mrs. Wang, this is a photo of Chenchen when he was four. He kept moving around when I tried to look at him, so I had to
hold him while we took the picture..." Su Yi smiled at her guests, pointing to the slightly yellowed photo, her expression radiating pride
and affection.

Turning her gaze from the photo, Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who seemed much older than her actual age; youth
still lingered on her. With a hint of reproach, Yang Qingqing said, "I told you not to call me Mrs. Wang, call me Sister Qing."

Seeing Su Yi's exposed, jade-like white skin, Yang Qingqing felt even more jealous and said, "But,
standing next to each other, I'd be heartbroken. Sister, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? Do you have some secret
?"

Yang Qingqing, who had been resting at her parents' home for almost a week, went to pick up her daughter from school today. Downstairs
, she encountered Su Yi, who was being held up because she had forgotten her security door key. Su Yi wore a simple white
dress , had delicate features, and her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk. Her skin was rosy and fair, and she had a tall, curvaceous
figure and an ethereal air.

When they met, Su Yi was carrying several bags and pacing anxiously downstairs. Her daughter immediately called her
"pretty sister" and clung to Su Yi. Yang Qingqing was surprised, as she had never seen her before. It wasn't until
they went upstairs together that Yang Qingqing learned from their conversation that Su Yi was the new neighbor who had been renovating across the street and had moved in
a few days .

The two chatted more and more congenially, especially after learning that Su Yi was only a year younger than her but had a
son who had gone to study at a prestigious university in Jiangcheng at the age of fourteen. This piqued Yang Qingqing's curiosity even more. After settling her beloved daughter,
Yang Qingqing went to visit Su Yi.

A hint of shyness flashed in Su Yi's eyes as she said sweetly, "Sister Qing, it's not that exaggerated. You're the prettiest
!" She casually gestured to Yang Qingqing's exaggerated curves and patted Yang Qingqing's proudly erect breasts with the back of her hand
. Because it was still a somewhat hot and humid autumn day, Yang Qingqing had changed into a slightly cooler loungewear. Her slender
figure looked so sexy and alluring due to her full breasts. The deep cleavage and the protruding nipples that
could be gave her an indescribable beauty.

If the two stood side-by-side for onlookers to comment, Su Yi would be like a pure lily, graceful and
elegant , evoking tenderness and a desire to hold her close and cherish her; while Yang Qingqing would be like a charming rose, swaying in the wind,
exuding allure and a deep longing to explore her inner beauty with one's own hands.

"Well, you dare to take advantage of me? I see yours isn't small either!" Due to her childhood dance training,
Yang Qingqing was quite confident in her figure. Ironically, she had once been troubled by her large breasts
, only finding peace after having her daughter.

"Ah..." Su Yi grabbed the hands that were playing with her chest, unwilling to give up, and launched a counterattack against Yang Qingqing.

The two giggled and playfully wrestled for a while, finally quieting down, their breaths soft and labored. Su
Yi stood up, picked up the photo album, a gentle smile on her lips, and introduced her
pride . Her son was her precious treasure; no amount of talk could ever be enough for Su Yi.

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen on his first day of school. It was so hard to get him to agree to take this picture. I had to buy
him something to eat before he agreed. Look, he's even pouting!"

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen in junior high school. He never worries me about his studies, and he's smart and sensible. But he
still doesn't like taking pictures alone; he always wants to be in a picture with me."

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen at a math competition. Look, I didn't go with him, and
his lips are pouting so high in the photo."

...

Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who was beaming with pride and lost in her memories. Although she had just suddenly
wondered about Su Yi's husband—after all, Su Yi only talked about her son and didn't mention her spouse
at all—she wisely refrained from bringing up the topic, seeing Su Yi's happy expression.

Su Yi's son, Su Chen, a genius who entered university at the age of 14, was the subject of Su Qingqing's
endless praise, and she was now filled with curiosity. Yang Qingqing even suggested that Su Chen be her daughter's
tutor Su Yi adored the cute and well-behaved Wang Tongtong. Yang Qingqing
spoke animatedly about her daughter, recounting anecdotes of her growth, much like Su Yi spoke of her son.
The hearts of mothers for their children are truly the same everywhere.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and in the warm sunlight of the dimly lit room
, the two women chatted intimately about everyday matters and life's simple pleasures.

Su Yi and Yang Qingqing seemed oblivious to the passage of time, even becoming like sisters in their conversation. Human
affairs are truly inexplicable. These two women opened up to each other so readily upon meeting. This
was especially rare for those who knew Su Yi well. It was truly a mysterious fate.

"Beep...beep," a phone notification finally interrupted their heartfelt conversation; their son had returned
.

The clock showed it was almost six o'clock. Su Yi moved to the door and picked up the intercom: "Mom, it's
me," a deep male voice came through.

A charming smile appeared on her face. Su Yi squeezed her legs together slightly, then suddenly her body jerked as if remembering something. After unlocking
the downstairs door, she turned back to face Yang Qingqing, still smiling without a trace of abnormality. "Sister Qing, my
son is back. I need to get ready. Have you cooked yet? Why don't you bring your Tongtong over
to eat with us?"

Yang Qingqing lazily walked towards the door, finally managing to lift her body, which had been slumped on the wall like a water snake. "
Sure , I'll go get Tongtong right now and let them get to know each other. Wait for me while I cook
, let's cook together." If Yang Qingqing had turned back now, she would have
been , because Su Yi, who was lower than the wall, was now slightly lifting her buttocks. A silk-like item was
being removed from her body by Su Yi with both hands, its white color flashing and disappearing under her skirt. Su Yi held the bundle in her hand and walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing the approaching footsteps from downstairs, Yang Qingqing hesitated before stopping.
Her curiosity, fueled by Su Yi's many praises and her reading of Su Chen's growth diary, made her eager to see him in
person.

She didn't have to wait long before she saw Su Chen hurrying up the stairs, taking two steps at a time
. Su Yi's undisguised pride was evident in his height, which she estimated to be over 170 cm. As Su Chen ascended the stairs,
Yang Qingqing felt a youthful energy emanating from him. His strong, slender physique was
the result . His neat, short hair and a face resembling Su Yi's, with a hint of youthful innocence and a sunny smile,
combined with his thick eyebrows above his bright eyes, added to his handsome appearance. Yang Qingqing was startled; Su Chen seemed like a star from an idol drama had stepped out of the screen
into the real world.

Su Chen scrutinized her closely, but when he reached her, he wouldn't budge, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman blocking her way at the door
, preventing her from entering. She stared at the slightly ajar door. Could she be a new friend of Mom's?
This .

The moment he turned the corner and saw Yang Qingqing, the alluring curves beneath her thin clothing instantly transformed Su Chen's
already somewhat eager feelings into overwhelming lust. Fortunately, Su Chen was wearing loose pants today, which
subtly concealed his surging erection.

Although Su Chen believed his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he couldn't deny that the woman before him exuded a
mature beauty that his mother lacked. Stimulated by Yang Qingqing, Su Chen longed even more to return to his mother's side and experience that
warm paradise. As he drew closer, inhaling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from Yang Qingqing, and stealing a glance at
her fair arms exposed by her sleeveless top, Su Chen calmed his racing heart and looked directly at Yang Qingqing, saying, "
Excuse me ?"

From a young age, Su Chen, being a gifted student, had developed the habit of calling everyone "brother" or "sister,"
as he was always among the younger generation at school. But under Su Yi's meticulous care over the past decade, Su Chen avoided
becoming the kind of person who is a genius in academics but an idiot in life. Now, Su Chen shows
signs of maturity beyond his years in his dealings with others, but there are still some things he learned before he was old enough. Just like Su Chen couldn't tell Yang Qingqing's age and called her that
ingratiating address.

When Yang Qingqing woke up from her inner turmoil and saw Su Chen smiling so close to her, smelling the youthful scent
mixed a little flustered. She brushed her hair behind her ear to calm herself down, and then remembered
the words and address Su Chen had just heard. Her beautiful eyes seemed to look a few years younger as she looked at Su Chen carefully and said with a coquettish smile
, "I'm not your sister, you have to call me Aunt Yang. Look at you, you're all sweaty, you've been running around like this, go back and
take a shower ."

After taking out her keys and entering her own home, Yang Qingqing shook her head. When she was giving birth, because her family and husband
hoped for a son, even she, who was indifferent to the gender, longed for a son and made a lot of preparations. Although the family had a slight regret after Tongtong was born
, they all doted on their adorable daughter, especially her,
and the mother and daughter had a very close relationship. However, seeing Su Chen today stirred up
old memories for Yang Qingqing.

"Mom, I'm so hungry! Why did you stay at Aunt Su's house for so long? When are we going to eat?" Wang Tongtong
came out of her room when she heard the voice. Her delicate face, which resembled Yang Qingqing's, had a pair of watery eyes
that , as if they could talk. With her cherry lips and delicate nose, she
looked like a beautiful girl from an anime. This was Yang Qingqing's feeling after watching her daughter's favorite TV program.

Seeing her daughter, Yang Qingqing had already forgotten her previous thoughts. She picked up Wang Tongtong and smiled, "
Mommy 's baby, Mommy will take you to meet your tutor right away."

"Tutor? Who?" Wang Tongtong looked confused. My grades are good. Although I'm not in the top
ten of the class, I'm still in the middle. Why do I need a tutor? Could it be the beautiful Aunt Su?

Her beloved daughter kept asking, but Yang Qingqing kept her in suspense. She told her daughter to tidy up her homework
while Yang Qingqing went to her room to change.

After all, her previous outfit was too low-cut. She hadn't noticed while talking to Su Chen, and the fourteen-year-old boy's clear
eyes seemed innocent. However, her husband was often away from home, so she needed to be more careful.

Her husband worked hard for the family, cherishing her and making her a housewife, only occasionally
visiting the clothing store he co-owned with her sister.

Yang Qingqing knew her own charm. Although she appeared mature and alluring, she was a traditional
woman at heart. Her dream was to marry and raise her children, like her parents, growing old together hand in hand, and having two children
like Before, she only imagined two sisters or two brothers, but now she knew that the man should be like Su Chen
, and the woman like Tongtong, with children to dote on her. Immersed in this beautiful dream in her heart, Yang Qingqing didn't realize that her daughter was
waiting impatiently outside and calling out. She hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, forgetting her original intention of changing clothes.

Carrying a few dishes, Yang Qingqing and her daughter entered the Su family home. Wang Tongtong's sweet little mouth made Su Yi very
happy . Su Yi turned on the TV for Wang Tongtong, telling her not to cause trouble in the kitchen and to watch her favorite TV program.
The two mothers went into the kitchen together, discussing the dishes to be prepared for the meal.

Yang Qingqing shook the vegetables off her hands and asked, "Where's Su Chen?"

"He came back covered in sweat, so I sent him inside to take a shower!" Su Yi's lips
and brows . "He wouldn't take a car; he insisted on walking back to familiarize himself with the area. He's exhausted."
Her gentle complaint couldn't hide the tenderness in her voice.

Seeing Su Yi like this, Yang Qingqing smiled knowingly, lowered her head, and carefully prepared
the dishes . Seeing this, Su Yi wasn't about to be outdone and prepared to show off her own cooking skills.
A subtle rivalry arose between the two women, each trying different ways to please their children. They laughed and joked softly,
and Su Yi's affection for Wang Tongtong made Yang Qingqing feel proud.

In the warm room, the last rays of sunlight lingered, but the cozy scene in the kitchen
remained.

Thanks to the two mothers' meticulous preparation, dinner was served a little late, and the table full of delicious dishes dazzled
the two little gluttons.

The two mothers smiled as they watched their children, constantly serving rice and
water to the two "gluttons. "

Just as Yang Qingqing had expected, the child had long been complaining about having no friends and frequently asking her mother to have another brother or sister.
Wang Tongtong, who was with her father, seemed very pleased with her new brother Su Chen.

Seeing her daughter's initial expression upon meeting Su Chen, and her subsequent
clinging , Yang Qingqing was inexplicably reminded of childhood sweethearts
. This made her look at Su Chen with even greater fondness.

When Su Chen came out of the shower and saw Wang Tongtong, he was surprised that the little character from the TV screen had come to life.

He was overjoyed to have such a lovely little sister, revealing his boyish nature and
soon playing with her.

Before dinner, when Wang Tongtong played in Su Chen's room and saw the wall of awards and the neatly arranged
trophies in the cabinet, her bright eyes shone with admiration, surprising even
Yang Qingqing .

Since their children's schools were very close, the two families agreed at the dinner table that Su Chen would accompany Wang Tongtong to and from school every day
, and the two would then study together at home.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Tongtong's face lit up with excitement. "Great! I want to get into university
quickly and go to university with him!" Leaning against Yang Qingqing beside her, Wang Tongtong
pleaded, "Mommy, please?"

Yang Qingqing patted her daughter's head affectionately and said, "With such determination, how could Mommy disagree?
Besides asking your brother Su Chen, you also need to work hard yourself."

Su Chen was taken aback, but seeing the pleading look in Wang Tongtong's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely work hard to help
you get into university as soon as possible. Trust me."

Looking at Su Chen's serious expression, Wang Tongtong nodded her small head earnestly and said, "I will definitely
do my best ."

The initial awkwardness Wang Tongtong felt upon meeting Su Chen had long since vanished after learning his age. Her father was often away from
home , and although she had her mother's company, the interpersonal relationships in her neighborhood were distant. There were no
playmates of her age at her grandmother's house, leaving the lonely girl with a sense of solitude.

Unexpectedly, the handsome and sunny neighbor she met today instantly captured
a place in the girl's heart. She didn't yet understand the inexplicable feelings, only that she was happy
playing and laughing with him, and didn't want to leave.

Thinking about studying with him every day, even those dreaded homework days seemed somewhat
anticipated. She could ask him questions when she didn't understand something, instead of racking her brains for ages. The girl jumped
up .

"Mom, I can do it myself, you have to eat too!" the obedient daughter said to her mother.

Looking at her daughter's back, Yang Qingqing realized this was already her daughter's third bowl of rice. Seeing her daughter, who usually needed a lot of
persuasion to eat two bowls, now eating so heartily, she smiled lovingly, "Our Tongtong eats so much! Looks like
Mom's going to raise a little piggy." Every time she tried to persuade Wang Tongtong to eat at home, she would say that her mother was going to fatten her up
. Now Yang Qingqing used this to tease her.

Wang Tongtong turned around, made a face, and said, "Because Aunt Su's food is so delicious." Seeing Yang Qingqing's feigned
reproach , she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mom's is delicious too."

Yang Qingqing couldn't maintain her angry expression anymore and giggled, "You're so sweet-talking."

Wang Tongtong, walking into the kitchen, felt a little confused by what she had seen out of the corner of her eye when she turned
around . Under the table, Aunt Su's small, white hand seemed to be holding something at her brother's waist
. The fleeting glimpse was quickly forgotten and didn't
linger in the girl's mind. Thinking about showing her newly adopted brother to her classmates at school tomorrow, the girl was overjoyed.

Su Yi and Yang Qingqing at the table didn't eat much, only watching their children eat, smiling and leaning against them
. Su Yi put down her chopsticks early, put the kettle on the table, and used one hand to pour water for Su Chen
and Wang Tongtong . Her other hand, just reaching under the table, was seized by her son, who placed it
on his erect member, which was still visible despite the clothing.

Because of the presence of outsiders, Su Yi hesitated for a moment before her delicate hands began to gently caress the fabric of his clothes.
Feeling the object becoming increasingly restless in his pants, she slipped her small hand inside, straightening
the burning hot penis. Feeling the heat in her wrist, she gently kneaded the two mounds in her palm. Seeing Su Chen using the meal as a cover to avoid being
seen, she inwardly scolded her son for his boldness, but her movements became increasingly gentle, making him more comfortable
and satisfied . Unbeknownst to her, a dangerous gaze lingered.

Seeing Su Chen's satisfied look, "Mommy's the best," Su Yi gave him a gentle
advice: "With guests here, just like this..."

Su Yi withdrew her charming smile from her son. The heat in her hands seemed to emanate from her son. She
gradually felt the flowing moisture, the dampness making Su Yi want to change her sitting position. The thing he was holding suddenly swelled, and
a trickle of liquid secreted from his wrist. Somewhat surprised, following Su Chen's stunned gaze, Su Yi
noticed that because Yang Qingqing had lowered her head, her large breasts were pressed into a deep indentation under her clothes,
revealing powerful allure, a sight she herself couldn't match. Su Yi's small hand, which was turning the breasts, unconsciously
tightened slightly.

Su Chen was startled and looked at Su Yi. Seeing his mother's unusual expression, he assumed she was jealous, unaware that Su Yi's mind
was only focused on how to ask Yang Qingqing for the secret to larger breasts. His erection attracted his mother's attention, and he uttered five silent words
to Su Yi: "I only love Mom." His affectionate gaze remained until his mother lowered her head, at which point
a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Following his mother's gaze and noticing her unnatural leg posture, Su Chen put down his chopsticks. Taking advantage of the opportunity to use his left hand to pick up the kettle and shield
Yang Qingqing 's view, he rubbed his arm against his mother's firm breasts, deliberately displaying a seductive
expression. He saw the shy look in his mother's eyes.

His large hand expertly slipped under her skirt. His mother welcomed Su Chen's visit with open arms. Su
Chen's fingers directly touched her soft labia, sometimes entwining with the downy hair, sometimes rubbing
and probing the already moist cleft. He felt his mother's body becoming increasingly relaxed.

Yellow light poured from the dining room ceiling. The four people at the table chatted and laughed. The scene below the mother and son was
incredibly alluring .

Su Chen's middle finger finally couldn't resist the call of her vagina. It sank into the soft flesh, feeling the warm, smooth walls
tightly enveloping it, and his finger responded. His mother's hand suddenly tightened, increasing its speed slightly, her jade-like legs...
She wrapped her legs around his from under the table. Su Chen, seized by a playful impulse, began a rapid series of thrusts. A blush crept onto his mother
's face, her gaze towards Su Chen filled with longing. He knew his mother was aroused, though she never refused his
advances. But the circumstances weren't right…

Su Chen used his free hand to pour Su Yi a glass of water. His fingers, no longer thrusting, gently
caressed her mound, his fingers lightly touching the swollen flesh between her labia. Su Chen wisely refrained from giving his mother any further
stimulation.

After pouring Yang Qingqing a glass of water, and calming himself, Su Yi gave Su Chen a reproachful glare.

Her gaze seemed to say to her son, "Stop acting up!"

Since they'd only ever heard of child prodigies on television news, and rarely witnessed one in their own lives, Yang Qingqing and Wang Tongtong
had many questions about Su Chen's upbringing. Seizing any opportunity, the mother and daughter bombarded him with strange and unusual questions. When they touched
on private matters, Su Chen blushed, and Yang Qingqing found the boy's introverted shyness amusing, completely
unaware of how extraordinary the scene under the table appeared to her as an outsider.

The four of them ate for nearly an hour, chatting for a while afterward until
Wang Tongtong had to go home to shower. Yang Qingqing said to her daughter, "Who told you to play so wildly?
Go home first, Mom's coming right away." She got up to clear the table.

Su Yi stepped aside from her seat, smiling as she stopped her, "Let me do it, Sister Qing, please sit down for a while."

Su Yi seemed a little dazed as she stood up, but still gently pushed her chair under the table first.

Su Chen stood up as well. Wang Tongtong took his hand and said, "Don't forget our promise."

Watching Wang Tongtong skip out the door, Su Chen said to his two mothers, "I'll help Mom tidy up too."

Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the kitchen and was wiping the table and chairs with tissues.

Yang Qingqing wanted to do something more, but Su Yi firmly held her hand down. Seeing Su Yi's determined expression and
Su Chen's firm stance, Yang Qingqing could only smile at Su Yi and say, "Alright, alright, I'll sit for a while. I'll invite you to
our house for dinner sometime. You have to do the same thing as me then."

Yang Qingqing walked towards the living room, completely unaware that a beautiful scene was being witnessed by Su Chen, who had just come out of the kitchen. As she stood up, her
short skirt slipped down slightly, and a glimpse of her snow-white skin was inadvertently exposed to the light.
The lace trim on her white undergarments attracted Su Chen's gaze, and her plump buttocks seemed to be about to
burst out of her short skirt in his eyes. As Yang Qingqing straightened up, the strange sight was immediately concealed, and in that short time, Su Chen had
etched it into his mind. The successive stimulations made Su Chen feel a throbbing pain in his lower body. It made him even more eager
to become one with his mother.

He watched the tear-jerking drama on TV. This was also the best way for a housewife to pass the time
when ...

"Definitely, definitely. Then I'll have to trouble Sister Qing tomorrow." Su Yi was clearing the dishes on the table, watching her
daughter wipe the water stains on the chair while Yang Qingqing was away. Her lower body had been wet from her daughter's fingers,
but luckily her daughter had made her lift her lower body slightly and pull her skirt up behind her buttocks, otherwise there would definitely be marks on the skirt. Looking at the scene on the chair
that took up most of the space, resembling an abstract painting of buttocks, Su Yi's eyes were filled with shyness, but her voice when she responded to
Yang Qingqing showed no abnormality.

Due to the room's layout, a glass partition separated the living room and dining room. Su Chen, who had been forcibly suppressing his desire, found
his mother's gentle comfort during the meal
insufficient for someone accustomed to constantly indulging in her body at home. Today's situation was unprecedented for the Su family. Coupled with Yang Qingqing's unconsciously
seductive allure, it only fueled his young body's desire.

Su Chen quickly cleaned the table, throwing the tissues into the corner trash can. He moved
behind his mother, facing the living room, while Yang Qingqing sat on the table with her back to him. All he could see was her long, black
hair.

Su Chen pulled his pants down to his lap, grabbed his mother's legs, and rolled her skirt
around The slippery sensation made him sigh softly. Feeling his mother's body tremble slightly, Su Chen fondled her
alluring, high-perched buttocks before kneeling beneath her, gazing at the beautiful sight before him.

The once neat, jet-black pubic hair was now a mess, a full, red slit in the middle, and his favorite scent wafted from her
large labia. Su Chen inserted his tongue into her vulva, savoring
the tenderness of the inner walls, his wet tongue flicking out and then slipping back in, making soft, alluring sounds. He also
stimulated her swollen clitoris, scraping off and swallowing the newly secreted vaginal fluid. For Su
Chen, this was a delicacy only he could enjoy.

His mother's body was limp and boneless, as if she were using his head as a chair. Her fair legs were draped over his
shoulders, and one hand eventually gripped his head, pressing it tightly against her abdomen until he could barely breathe, at which point she
struggled to stop enjoying her drink.

He looked at the fluid seeping from her vulva. Su Chen abruptly stood up, hastily guiding his erect penis, which had been hovering proudly in
mid-air but had been somewhat neglected by its owner, to his mother's vulva. He rubbed against her tender
private parts, the large glans resting on her soft labia.

When Su Yi was teased by her son's slightly itchy pubic hair, feeling her usually neatly trimmed
pubic hair intertwined with her son's thick, weed-like pubic hair, imagining them intertwined and
inseparable , she remembered what her son had once said to her, pointing to this spot: "There are hundreds and thousands of hairs here, representing that
we, Mom and I, will be entangled for thousands of years. No one can separate us." Every time Su Yi recalled this, a
sweet feeling welled up inside her.

The impending penetration caused her voluptuous body to tremble. Her sensitive lower body thanked her son's
erect inside the large glans, seemed to automatically follow the position,
slowly swallowing him whole, even without her son's intervention.

Su Yi knew her body was about to collapse, but because Yang Qingqing was in the living room, she still used her last bit of
strength to clamp her legs together and suppress her son's throbbing. She whispered a reminder, "Be careful..."

Burying her face deep in her cloud-like hair, Su Chen kissed his mother's rounded earlobe and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming
." His hands gripped her limp legs, and with a thrust of his hips, his long-awaited penis
surged forward, feeling the already overflowing, wet embrace.

Su Chen pulled her body down with his hands, then stopped abruptly, forcefully holding his mother's body in place.
Deepest inside, hold for a moment. After savoring the exquisite pleasure of his mother's moist body,
he loosened his grip slightly, his hands moving to her full breasts, shaping them in his hands
, playfully rubbing her nipples with his fingers.

Hearing his son's reply, Su Yi, always cooperative, immediately took a deep breath,
adjusting her hips to match his son's movements. As the hot glans entered her beautiful flower garden, Su Yi let out a
sweet moan unheard by anyone. Her jade legs gently twisted, her body slowly sliding down as the thick, hot member advanced.
Unconsciously, her toes trembled slightly, her body arching like a ballerina. At this moment, Su Yi resembled a beautiful swan
stretching its neck .

When his son filled the emptiness of her flesh, feeling no gap between them at their lower bodies, especially
with his actions that seemed to want to gently crush her entire body inside him, Su Yi's body burned even hotter. "So
comfortable !" Her beautiful eyes shone with a languid sunlight, her delicate tongue licking her lips with seductive allure.

Su Chen lowered his skirt, concealing the unusual sight between their lower bodies. Only on the gleaming floor tiles beneath their feet
could one see that beneath the white skirt, his beautiful mother's honeyed vulva was greedily biting her son's thick, dark penis, drool dripping down to the base
.

The mother and son were now entirely supported by Su Chen's young, strong body. Su Yi bit her lower
lip , suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her throat, her mind solely focused on her son's physical needs. Finally
, glancing at Yang Qingqing watching TV in the living room, Su Yi picked up the dishes and whispered, "
Let's go , be careful."

Su Chen embraced his mother's slender waist, his hand resting on her flat stomach, and kicked off his pants.
Under the sunlight streaming into the dining room, the young man, naked, embraced his beautiful mother. A prelude to a passionate dance
had begun .

"Oh..." As the two took their first step, Su Yi felt the stimulation was more
intense . In this furtive atmosphere, Su Yi's mind was filled with only the hot, throbbing penis inside her,
and she couldn't help but moan.

Although Su Yi tried to lower her voice, the soft sound still echoed in the surrounding space, making her tremble
with nervousness. The bowls they held trembled slightly, and the two of them, like statues, only turned their heads to look back
at the living room. Seeing Su Yi's somewhat frightened expression, Su Chen ignored everything else and
walked towards the kitchen, which was a few steps away.

Clunk, clunk... The soft clattering sounds mixed with the suppressed moans from the woman's throat only lingered in the room
for a few seconds before disappearing behind the kitchen door, which was quietly closed behind her. Yang Qingqing looked back thoughtfully, but
saw nothing.

If she had turned around a few seconds earlier, Yang Qingqing might have seen the introverted
but polite boy deep within her heart, his bare bottom bobbing, leading his mother into the kitchen. Her newly adopted little
sister, like a koala, clung to the boy, wriggling like a snake. But Yang Qingqing only heard
the sound of water coming from the kitchen. She smiled, not even noticing the shadowy corner she'd caught in the corner of her eye; the tragic, wailing scene typical of
the TV drama had completely captured her attention.

When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw the tissue Su Chen handed her, she realized
she'd unknowingly shed tears.

"Thank you," Yang Qingqing said, her eyes still a little red. She took the tissue and tidied herself, feeling a little embarrassed by
her outburst. "I don't know why I started crying while watching it. It was just
so touching." Yang Qingqing's voice choked slightly. Her thoughts were still immersed in the scene she'd just witnessed.

Looking again at the mature woman's charming demeanor in Xie Li's arms, Su Chen's eyes remained calm and still, his thoughts entirely
focused on his mother, who was still tidying up in the kitchen. Unbeknownst to him, he
was , rambling on and on.

"Aunt Yang, I think it's the little things in life that are truly moving. Every second of our
fleeting youth is a unique story, a performance in our own grand drama, something others
can't replicate or experience. These are incomparable to those daydreaming scenarios."

Su Chen paused, recalling the days he spent with his mother, and smiled, "For me, what moves me most
is having a mother who loves me most in the world. Every day of my life is filled with touching moments..."

Su Chen was about to continue when he looked up and saw a
tear . She nodded approvingly at Su Chen, her beautiful eyes gazing behind him.

Turning around, he saw that Su Yi's eyes were also slightly red. Su Chen knew his mother had overheard his thoughts. He

tidied himself and walked safely to the living room. Hearing this, Su Yi smiled sweetly and looked over. Su Chen also gazed at his charming
mother in silence. A thousand words seemed to flow silently between them through their eyes. Seeing the warm
, silent atmosphere between mother and son, Yang Qingqing felt even more blessed.

Picking up a few more tissues, Yang Qingqing composed herself and was about to say a few words when her daughter's voice
rang out : "Mom, Dad's calling." Her husband, Wang Jianming,

who was away from home, would always call Yang Qingqing whenever he could find the time.
Although they were often separated, Yang Qingqing was relatively at ease knowing her husband was away for over 300 days a year.
They had dated for three years during university, and married shortly after graduation when Yang Qingqing became pregnant. After several years
of hard work, Wang Jianming had climbed to the position of regional sales manager at his company, while Yang Qingqing stayed home to take care of their daughter, providing
him with strong support.

Their phone calls often lasted for hours, frequently ending only when Wang Jianming's phone battery died.
Yang Qingqing had an inexplicable anticipation for the phone call with her husband.

A glint of excitement flashed in her beautiful eyes as she stood up and said, "Little sister, you really have a good son. I'll
go answer . Come stay with me tomorrow during the day." Yang Qingqing opened the door and
smiled back at Su Yi, who had come to the door.

Wang Tongtong peeked over from her mother's side and said to Su Chen, "Brother, wake me up tomorrow!"

Su Chen gave an "OK" sign, and Wang Tongtong happily pulled Yang Qingqing into their own
house across the street.

When the two iron doors slammed shut simultaneously, they also shut out the untold story.

Once inside, instead of immediately answering the phone, Yang Qingqing first sent her daughter to bed. She continued what she had just told Su Chen…
Wang Tongtong took the agreement very seriously, muttering in bed that her mother shouldn't forget to wake her up tomorrow. Yang Qingqing
pinched her daughter's delicate nose and smiled, "Mom knows, I definitely won't forget. Tongtong, go to sleep first,
we'll get up early tomorrow." She gently closed her daughter's bedroom door and turned off the room's appliances.

She walked lightly towards the bedroom. Yang Qingqing's face was filled with undisguised lust. Upon entering, she locked the door
tightly . Looking at the telephone beside her pillow, Yang Qingqing bit her lower lip and walked to the window, closing the curtains
and dimming the bedside lamp to a faint, hazy light, leaving only a faint, floating white light swirling in the air.

"Oh—" A soft moan escaped Yang Qingqing's lips. In the dim light, Yang Qingqing's
voluptuous body was freed with a wave of her hand. Her top, skirt, and underwear were hastily stripped off and
scattered across the floor, the bedside, and the corners of the room.

In the center of the room, as if by magic, a snow-white body emerged from the darkness. Yang Qingqing was like
a bewitching witch descended to earth, alluring and seductive. Though she had given birth to a lovely daughter,
her abdomen seemed devoid of any excess fat. Her high, rounded buttocks, her slender waist, and the exaggerated curves of her figure were accentuated
by her two firm, unbound breasts. Any man who saw them would be transformed into a beast. Her usual dignified demeanor
in the face of persistent, harassing men had vanished. As she tossed and turned, her chest rose and fell slightly,
her nipples drawing incomprehensible patterns in the dark room like playful sprites. Yang Qingqing, her face flushed,
picked up the phone. Meanwhile

, in a hotel during his journey, Wang Jianming lay on his bed. When his subordinate, who was supposed to share the room,
left with a smile, Wang Jianming knew he was going to see the beautiful woman he had seen in the lobby. Wang Jianming had no interest in such things.
Wang Jianming was extremely proud of his beautiful wife, and her increasingly mature beauty after marriage made
him , along with his pride, eager to make her a housewife.

When he finally heard his wife's voice after a long wait, Wang Jianming certainly hadn't expected what was on the other end of the phone. He
had never seen her like this before. If he had known what his conservative wife looked like now, Wang Jianming would have rushed to
Yang Qingqing's , offering her masculine comfort. This is just speculation. Therefore, Wang Jianming would never know that
this mature, traditional woman had already taken a small step in exploring sexual matters.

In Wang Jianming's mind, his wife was the perfect partner, capable both in public and at home. In university
, the honest and kind Wang Jianming was envied by his close friends because of his beautiful girlfriend. On the eve of graduation, Wang Jianming
accidentally took Yang Qingqing's virginity in a drunken moment. Even though his wife complained that she had intended to save her virginity for
their , Wang Jianming still felt some regret that neither of them had fully experienced their first time.

Their marriage was a case of "first come, first served." After graduation, Wang Jianming hastily
married . He worked incredibly hard for his family. However, as his position rose,
the time he spent away from home increased dramatically, leaving his beautiful wife alone at home.

Wang Jianming also had a private matter he found difficult to discuss regarding their sex life. The traditional Yang Qingqing
only wanted one position in their married life, but Wang Jianming, due to a slight inferiority complex stemming from his small penis,
was unable to bring her to a passionate state. Because of this, his desires were limited.

Furthermore, years of busy, fast-paced work had caused him to suffer from neurasthenia and frequent
headaches, which manifested as premature ejaculation. Although Yang Qingqing valued her husband's health and
tried to help him improve his health when he was home on rest, their sexual activity remained infrequent, and the overall quality of their sex life
remained low.

For Wang Jianming, his home with his beautiful and virtuous wife and lovely daughter was always his safe
haven . His hard work was rewarded upon returning home to his family.
The desire began to take root in his heart.

"Once I go back to work at headquarters, I'll rest for a while and then find a major hospital to cure this problem,"

Wang Jianming thought, listening to his wife's sweet voice and glancing at his slightly erect but short penis under the covers.
This was a secret he hadn't told Yang Qingqing.

Hearing her husband's deep, resonant voice, with its captivating quality befitting a broadcaster, was
one of the reasons Yang Qingqing had initially attracted him. The couple, separated by distance, chatted intimately. Yang Qingqing listened to her husband's work-related stories and
recounted her day's experiences, including her family, relatives, new neighbors, and the gifted young boy.

Yang Qingqing sometimes chuckled softly, sometimes playfully scolded him. Her free hands
roamed over her body, the dormant volcano of desire slowly thawing, a surge of passion echoing within her. Within her contorted flesh,
it seemed as if a demon was silently screaming.

Her breasts, already perky from constant caresses, rippled and swayed with each movement. The round, rosy areolas spread outwards.

The nipples stand proudly atop those two majestic peaks. How much time passed, she didn't know. To satisfy the itch in her body,
the hand that had been caressing her genitals rubbed them hard a few times, fingers eagerly plunging into the flowing, honey-like opening, touching the sensitive spots
within . Yang Qingqing covered the receiver with her hand, unable to suppress a groan that Wang Jianming couldn't hear.
Then, she simply finished with "hmm, oh" to her husband.

Her full body, using the strength of her legs and head, lifted her plump buttocks off the bed, thrusting
upwards meeting the thrusts of his fingers. Her agile movements and alluring expression resembled a musician intently
playing a piece of music…

On her soaring, protruding vulva, the rosy petals bloomed like flowers of life in the night, constantly
emanating a primal allure of fragrance. The lush pubic hair, even adorning the area around her tightly closed anus,
perfectly complemented Yang Qingqing's ripe, peach-like figure and her current wanton expression.

Yang Qingqing continuously thrust her fingers in and out, stimulating her swollen clitoris, adjusting the angle to
reach every itchy corner of her lower body, her fingers leaving glistening trails of moisture with each thrust.

Though a faint shyness lingered on her face, Yang Qingqing was already intoxicated by the faithful sensations her body was giving her. Her body trembled and quivered like
a water snake, and when that wonderful feeling arrived, Yang Qingqing clutched the phone tightly in her hand, pressed the pillow
firmly against her head, and her trembling body shook violently, hovering and quivering at its peak before gently
settling onto the already disheveled bed. Her fingers felt the wet, sticky fluid gushing out urgently, spreading from her now-lying
thighs . Yang Qingqing's mind once again tasted that familiar paradise of passion that her husband could never provide
.

The room, filled with a listless atmosphere, finally quieted down, save for the faint, muffled moans and
unpleasant odor lingering in the air.

Removing the pillow and taking a deep breath, Yang Qingqing held her hand to her eyes, scrutinizing it closely. In the dim
light , her white palms seemed coated with a greasy white film. Yang Qingqing blinked her dazed eyes,
then licked her fingers, which were resting near her lips. The metallic taste jolted her awake
.

"What am I doing?!" A wave of shame washed over her, rising from her toes to her numb head. Her

narrow social circle, having only experienced her husband, led Yang Qingqing to believe that all men were
the same her appearance kept
this woman, raising a ten-year-old daughter, as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Despite her radiant appearance,
the beauty of a mature woman, except for the barely perceptible sorrow in her eyes, remained undiminished despite the absence of her husband's care after entering her thirties
.

As her daughter grew older, Yang Qingqing worried less and had
more to surface, those thoughts that always stirred her restless heart. This act of passion provided her with release,
allowing her to sleep peacefully, no longer tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

"Things will be better once my husband is transferred back to head office," Yang Qingqing
thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, a mixture of satisfaction and weariness.

The lights in the apartment buildings dwindled with time. A gentle night breeze rustled
the trees lining the road. The moon shone brightly, showering the world with its light. All was silent, the earth
shrouded in a hazy veil, obscuring anything from a distance, as if shrouded in mist.

On the balcony next to Yang Qingqing's house, a white, translucent body lay on a straw mat, gently embraced by the moonlight.
Her rounded buttocks were covered by hands, assertively declaring their territory. Her

fair, jade-like skin shone with a delicate, visible glow, her slender waist rising to a perfect curve.
Her jet-black hair veiled her face, nestled beneath the man's neck. Her arms were wrapped around him, and in the bright
moonlight, the woman used the comfortable cushion beneath her as a bed, sleeping with the man's neck intertwined. Their legs were tightly entwined
, and beneath their close bodies, patches of moisture were scattered everywhere. The man, bathed in moonlight, smiled contentedly, lost
in a deep dream.

Moths buzzed and danced outside the window, flitting about on the enclosed glass of the balcony, unable to
get inside. Even the few that managed to escape were quickly eliminated by mosquito killers installed by the thoughtful
homeowner . Incense filled the air, and a small fan whirred gently, bringing coolness to the sealed space.

"Mmm—" The woman, who seemed to be asleep, gently lifted her head and made a sound. She propped
herself looking at the man beneath her, carefully trying not to make a sound. But as she lifted herself, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and
she slowly fell back to her original position. She returned to her usual state.

Turning her head, her face appeared in the moonlight. It was Su Yi. Her face was flushed, a satisfied
smile , several hickeys on her neck, and her disheveled hair exuded an aura of sensuality. The only thing
that caught the eye on her exposed breasts was their rounded curves, which, when she bent over, resembled full peaches.

Su Yi bit a stray strand of hair that dangled from her mouth, enduring the throbbing pain in her tender lower body and the dizziness in her mind
. Looking down at her beloved son's hands resting on her buttocks, she realized his middle finger was playfully inserted into her
anus , only the tip protruding. No wonder she had been startled by that strange sensation when she got up earlier.

"This child..." Gazing tenderly at her son's sleeping face, Su Yi gently stroked
his hair, rubbing her breasts against him before letting them massage his body. She
lifted her head and lightly kissed his chin. A few strands of hair falling from his hair caused him to murmur in dissatisfaction. The sudden
movement made Su Yi quickly lie still, but she felt a tight touch on two points on her body, as if it had penetrated
deeper .

"Ah!" Su Yi chuckled, feeling both amused and exasperated, and nestled back into her son's embrace.

"You!" Softly whispering, Su Yi gently rotated her beloved daughter's two plump buttocks, rubbing her tender
flesh against her son's nipples. She reached behind him, grasping his hand, fingers intertwined, her anus slightly tightening. Watching
her son, even in his sleep, seem to sense his mother's tender care, a smile gradually appeared on his face. Su Yi felt a surge of happiness
fill her heart…

Her hand, caressing her son, stopped on his shoulder. Noticing his son was sweating, she worried that pressing on him might
harm his health.

Su Yi held her breath quietly, first removing her son's free hand from his buttocks to his head. Her intertwined legs wrapped around
his waist, but as she tried to exert force, she felt the stimulation from his two points made it impossible. Finally,
she could only wrap her arms around his neck to turn him over, their bodies now nestled against his broad chest in a
side-lying position. Su Yi let out a soft gasp, her face flushed, her firm breasts pressing against his body,
her beautiful eyes gazing at him. Gazing at her lifelong companion,

Su Yi sorted through the images in her mind, slowly etching the events of the day into her memory. She nestled sweetly against him and fell asleep.

The years turned…

A scene from her dream:

“Mom…Mom, Mom…Mom,” her babbling son, Chenchen, toddled towards her. She clapped her hands
and tilted her head, listening to her beloved son’s first call.

Her face, often unexpectedly streaked with tears, had been darkened and closed off by the growth of her son, which had
bravely dispelled the shadows within, bringing her a gentle smile.

The strange looks from others made her prefer to stay in her room with her son every day, only
exposing her breasts so her son could suckle with relish. She often sat
motionless in her room for most of the day, and when the feeling of abandonment overwhelmed her, only holding her son brought her peace. Every day, watching her precious baby in
her arms , eating when hungry and sleeping when he ate, she felt a warmth against her chest. The wounds of her past were
slowly erased by this warmth. Until her beloved son was weaned, her nipple was practically always in his mouth.

Even without the whole world, as long as you're here, my darling. She held her son tightly. This one and only
treasure .

...

Another dream scene:

Su Chen was a little over five years old and ready to go to school. Her adorable and sensible son, with a face so much like hers, was growing up...
The years had filled her heart. The smile that had vanished returned to her face, and her thoughts were entirely focused
on her son. She took meticulous care of him, big and small, fearing he might be uncomfortable or wronged. When
her son was unhappy, Su Yi became even more listless, lacking energy for anything.

In the peaceful days, Su Yi patiently taught her beloved son to read and write during the day, bathed him, and
held him against her bare chest as she drifted off to sleep at night.

Until one day,

Su Yi was carefully preparing dinner in her room when she saw her son, who should have been playing outside
, rushing into the room crying with a swollen face. Her heart skipped a beat; not knowing what had happened, she rushed over, gently
rubbing the bruise. Su Yi asked with heartache, "Chenchen, what happened? Tell Mommy,
where else does it hurt besides here?" Oh dear, it's all bruised! Looking at her son's injury, Su Yi frantically checked his
body from head to toe.

Just as she was about to go inside to get some money to take her son to the hospital for a checkup, her son looked up, his round eyes filled with
fear , at Su Yi, who was gently blowing on his face.
He said, "I'll never play with them again. They said I'm a child without a father." He lowered his head pitifully. "They said bad things about Mom. I was so
angry, so I fought with them."

Su Yi's body trembled; she hadn't expected her son to be injured for such a reason. Looking at her precious son's
swollen face, her heart ached, and words stuck in her throat. Only tears streamed down

her face. Su Chen gently wiped away Su Yi's tears with his little hands. Seeing his weeping mother, Su Chen said with a slightly panicked face
, "Mommy, don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all. I'll never play with them again. I'll be good, Mommy,
don't cry..."

She hugged her understanding son tightly, kissed his ear, and tears streamed down her face even more. Choking back tears, she said, "
Mommy , don't cry, Mommy will never cry again..."

After carefully examining Su Chen's body, Su Yi discovered that only his face was badly swollen and no other parts of his body were injured. She then
abandoned the idea of going to the hospital, and a huge weight was lifted from her heart. Neither mother nor son mentioned that taboo word again.
The obedient son tried his best to cheer up the somewhat gloomy Su Yi.

When Su Yi lay naked on the bed, holding her equally naked son, watching him grab her
soft breasts and roll around in her arms, constantly kneading the breasts he had always touched since childhood,
thoughts .

Su Yi gently clamped her son's small, toy-like genitals between her legs, using the soft hair of her genitals to cover them,
thus restraining her restless son. Her son's chubby little face rested perfectly on her high, firm breasts. One nipple
was already being bitten by him, while the other was being played with by his little hand. He was comforting her in his favorite position
. Knowing that he would soon fall asleep like this, Su Yi gently hugged her son's smooth back and finally
asked softly, "Chenchen, do you want your daddy?"

Releasing the nipple from his mouth, Su Chen looked up and replied, "I don't want a daddy. I just want to
be ." She knew that mentioning that word would make her mother sad and depressed. The obedient Su Chen lowered his head and
began to tease the nipples with his little tongue again, moving from one side to the other.

This made the mounds of flesh in front of Su Chen stand tall and firm, and the soft, smooth pads beneath them had always been
this , without exception. Su Chen also learned his mother's little secret: doing this made his mother feel very
comfortable. Just like now, her whole body would relax, and when his mother was comfortable, she would fall asleep, and when she was asleep, she wouldn't be
sad anymore. The little child's heart held beautiful hopes.

Su Yi let out a soft breath, the tingling sensation in her chest making her feel as if her bones had gone soft, and she remained silent. Su Yi
hugged her son tightly. Her son was a miracle bestowed upon her by heaven; without him, she might not be in this
world .

The intimate sleeping position of the two of them, naked, did not bother Su Yi. Only by holding her son could Su Yi fall asleep peacefully.

In a corner of her tightly locked mind, old nightmares stubbornly peeked out, wanting to disturb Su Yi's
state of mind . The faces and scenes she once regarded as nightmares appeared in her dream, and Su Yi's cries and struggles were futile.

Su Yi could not escape, and just as the scene she hated was about to reappear in her dream, a ray of light
pierced through the space. The face slowly replaced with her son's face, and the pitch-black dream scene turned into bright white. In reality,
Su Yi's trembling body, covered in cold sweat, slowly calmed down, and her pale face gradually regained its color.

In the dream, Su Yi stretched out her hands to embrace the pitch-black body of her son, which consisted only of his head. A feeling of everyday happiness
filled a chill lingered in her body. "You are my angel, my baby." The lower half of her body that had once made her vomit was now
held tightly by Su Yi. "Even if you are a devil, Mommy will go to hell with you." A soft chuckle escaped her subconscious.
"How embarrassing, why am I having such a dream?" Su Yi couldn't resist the drowsiness. The scene in the dream finally ended.

Another dream scene:

...

Time flies. For Su Yi, the peaceful and happy days flew by until Su Chen was over thirteen years old, only then
did she pause her hurried pace slightly.

After starting school, Su Chen showed his academic talent, skipping grades repeatedly over the years. Thanks to Su Yi's
companionship, his self-study results were unparalleled. His grades consistently ranked first in his grade.
Watching her increasingly intelligent son grow up, Su Yi was naturally overjoyed.

Every day at home was always so sweet. Su Chen, who has never left his mother's side since childhood, reads books. The two
do everything together at home. Su Yi and her son especially love the time they spend studying together. They snuggle
together , Su Yi supervising her son's revision. Su
Chen even changes his reading style, fulfilling all his quirky requests.

As time slowly passes, Su Yi often gazes at her son's youthful face for too long, lost in thought, intensely
feeling the joy that comes with her son's growth. These warm moments sink into Su Yi's heart, etched into her
mind Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why her son skipped grades, Su Yi thought.

Su Chen's increased height makes him look like a little adult, a head taller than his peers, making Su
Yi wonder if her son is destined to be different from others in everything. Su Chen, who has always been healthy and lovable, is raised by Su Yi to be
perfectly healthy.

Su Yi herself is even more astonishing to those around her. Fortunately, she doesn't go out often, otherwise their home would be overrun with suitors.

After more than a decade of peaceful life, Su Yi's youthful face only gained more charm, and she seemed to be even more blessed by heaven.
She still retained a youthful appearance, her increasingly full and mature body making her look like a brother and sister standing next to her son.
Su Chen felt sorry for his delicate mother, and now Su Chen made most of the decisions at home, and Su Yi was happy to let
the only little man in the family make the choices.

For Su Yi, the happy years Su Chen brought her after giving birth gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows
. She no longer had nightmares, although the scenes in her dreams were all about her son's experiences, which always made her blush. It is often
said that a mother and son are connected at heart, but Su Yi could say that she and her son were of one heart. She had given so much, and Su Yi's heart
beat . She no longer cared about herself.

One afternoon, the mother recalled one of the countless moments they had spent together in her mind. Let's look through Su Yi's memories
and see how the mother and son interacted.

The cement ground between the buildings was scorching hot from the blazing sun, and the rising steam stained
the skin of pedestrians directly exposed to the sunlight red. The oppressive heat and low pressure made people living in concrete jungles turn on their appliances, cursing the damned
weather. Inside, however, a mother and son were engaged in a playful game.

The southern summer was truly hot. Su Yi splashed cold water, feeling the coolness
trickle down her snow-white skin. Soon, both mother and son were soaking wet. Standing behind
her son , she first lathered his chest and back with soap, then, holding his shoulders, she used her full
breasts to massage him.

"Oh—" the son, who had been standing still, uttered a satisfied sound. He wrapped one arm around Su Yi's
slender waist , his gaze fixed straight ahead. His fingers deftly played with the pubic hair clinging to Su Yi's wet, soft skin.

His unusually erect penis stood in mid-air, surrounded by thick pubic hair, which, in a few years,
would cover his penis like a grown man's.

In the hazy image, in the cramped space, a mature woman, her buttocks raised and breasts thrusting, gripped the shoulders of the boy who
was still trying to approach her broad chest, passionately performing a breastjob on the young body before her, her face
radiating a holy glow. Yet, the image of her bare, round buttocks rubbing against the boy's arms
appeared incredibly lewd. This was the scene reflected in Su Yi's eyes by the mirror on the wall.

Su Yi chuckled, looking back in surprise at the mirror. Her son had brought home a large block of ice and fiddled with it
for a long time , and she, who had been helping him, had no idea what he was thinking. After dinner, her son had hurriedly pulled her inside.

Now, seeing the boy's gaze following her in the mirror, Su Yi coquettishly swayed her snow-white buttocks
a little more, her alluring figure quickly receiving a response. Her son tightened his arm, slapping her twitching
buttocks with a sharp sound, reminding Su Yi to pause.

The image in the mirror shifted again. Two fleshy creatures danced cheek to cheek, the suspicious sight being only one
moving. Ignoring the age difference, the woman seemed to be serving her husband. The one being served remained
silent , simply enjoying the pleasurable caresses. After a moment, the scene in the mirror changed again, this time the young man was serving
his wife, carefully caressing her entire body, the coolness making her inner walls tremble.

Looking at her son, now refreshed, smiling at her, knowing he was waiting for the final step, Su Yi
glanced at the mirror one last time. The young man's gaze met hers, and they smiled sweetly at each other. Su Yi swept her long hair
back. Turning away from the mirror, she was already kneeling at her son's feet, her gentle gaze fixed on his face above her.
Her cherry-like lips took his penis in, and her son let out a satisfied sigh. Su Yi's arms encircled
his hips, and she followed his steps as he opened the door.

Each step was slow, as he waited for Su Yi. Her son's penis and Su Yi's small mouth seemed glued together,
tightly enveloped by her. Su Yi sucked on it with her nimble tongue, her teeth being especially careful
not to hurt her son. The journey wasn't long, and Su Yi soon felt they were at the bedside. The two lay on it, still in
the same position. She felt her son holding her hair in his hand, gently stroking it and saying, "Mom,
remember to wake me around 2 o'clock."

He deepened the penetration of his penis in her mouth, and Su Yi responded vaguely. She felt her son's long breaths. Su Yi also
fell into a hazy waiting.

When did it start? A question lingered in her heart. Although she still
felt some lingering fear from last year's experience, the scene gradually appeared in her mind:

her son's birthday last year. It was the beginning of a new life for mother and son.

The consequence of Su Chen transferring schools was living in a new city. The key middle school provided free tuition; it was just a matter of
how many years Su Chen would stay here. Maybe two years, maybe one. Su Yi
had .

Their new home was nestled beside the scenic Ziyun Lake. From the balcony, one could see the lake hills faintly visible on the horizon and the
jade-like lake water. A gentle breeze drifted in and out of the house from the distant lake. For Su Chen, a woman who lived like a recluse
, this place was perfect. Most importantly, with her beloved son by her side, anywhere was the best.

Su Chen, who had just transferred to a prestigious high school in the city, suggested a trip to
Ziyun . Su Yi, who never refused her son's requests, readily agreed.

After dinner, they enjoyed a pleasant reading time. During this time, Su Chen complained about how his rapidly growing height still
made him look short. Su Yi had to whisper words of comfort before they finally left the house.

Su Yi, who rarely went out, wore a white dress, which made her skin, long deprived of sunlight, appear even whiter and more like jade.

Her pure and charming face, her angelic smile as she walked gracefully along the road, nestled beside her son
, drew the attention of passersby
. Su Chen, seeing this, tried to protect his mother by standing tall, but his less-than-ideal physique couldn't hide the men's prying eyes.

Seeing this, Su Chen, with a pained expression, said to Su Yi, "Mom, I must grow taller."

Su Yi smiled sweetly at her son. Their stunning beauty made the bored men's
gazes fade away. When the owners of those gazes came to their senses, Su Chen had already quickly left with Su Yi, leaving only Su Yi's beautiful
silhouette in the eyes of onlookers.

To avoid disturbing his mother's rare enjoyment, Su Chen deliberately chose less traveled paths along the lake
.

Feeling the gentle breeze rustling the trees and the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore, mother and son stopped
talking , immersed in the harmonious chorus of nature. They didn't realize that as they walked further, although the scenery became increasingly
beautiful, the number of people gradually decreased. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. Su Chen seemed
very happy to be able to walk alongside her mother .

As a cold glint flashed through the lush greenery, and a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face appeared before Su Yi, three lewd men
surrounded the mother and child with daggers.

Drawn to Su Yi's beautiful face, their wanton gazes roamed over her entire body. Su Yi could only shrink
as far as possible behind her son, avoiding the men's eyes that seemed to want to strip her naked. Hearing the men's words, Su Yi
's heart grew colder.

"We'll use this woman to play with, you don't mind, do you?" the long-haired man said menacingly to Su Chen.

Looking at the beautiful young woman who was trying to hide behind her little boy, the man swallowed hard. "Damn,
it's worth dying for once." A while ago, the three of them had robbed a young woman of her virtue without taking her money, brutally gang-raping her
for half the night. The woman's husband was limp as a worm; they didn't even lift a finger before offering their wife up, lying on the ground watching
the whole thing unfold, a spectacle in which they starred as the woman. The smooth, throbbing flesh beneath her
still seemed to linger in his groin, fueled by the stimulation he had longed for. The three couldn't resist lingering there, hoping to
stumble upon another such delightful encounter.

Seeing their lewd gazes, Su Chen, who had lived with his mother since childhood, puffed out his chest and said, "No,
you don't mind, right?" His fingers rapidly wrote "Run" on Su Yi's tightly clenched hand. He felt
a jolt . Before the mother and son could exchange another word, the three men made their move.

The burly, fat-faced man thrust his dagger at Su Chen, aiming for the air. Deliberately
brandishing the blade in Su Chen's sight, the round-faced man threatened, "Itching for a beating, huh?"

The three men, seeing Su Yi's loud cries, rushed forward, fearing something might happen, even though the location was secluded.
The fat-faced man dealt with Su Chen, while the long-haired and square-faced men pounced on the lustful body.

Su Chen's clever mind came into play in the early stages of the fight to protect his mother. Using his speed, he managed to escape
the fat-faced , then used all his strength to slam the square-faced man into the long-haired man, seizing this precious opportunity.

Su Yi was pushed out of the encirclement by Su Chen, who turned to face the approaching fat-faced man, saying, "Mom, run!"

Panicked, Su Yi obeyed her son's words, stumbling and running, her anxious eyes pleading for help.

A scream rang out from Su Chen; the age difference caused the boy to be kicked to the ground by the men. His dazed
gaze cleared as he looked back. Seeing what was happening behind him, Su Yi rushed forward to stop the fat-faced man from trampling on
her son , shielding him with her body. Two streams of tears fell onto him as she witnessed Su Chen's miserable state.

Unexpectedly, the lamb was offered to them; the men, seeing the beautiful woman before them, were overcome with lust by her pitiful appearance
.

Su Yi was pulled away from her son. The fat-faced man vented his frustration from losing the lottery
on . Each dull thud seemed to strike Su Yi's heart. Su Yi cried incessantly, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him
!" But her cries had no effect. Su Yi's gaze slowly dimmed. Her heart sank into
a chilling strange sensation.

The men, with lewd grins, stared at the seemingly oblivious young woman, playfully slicing at her clothes with daggers
. Soon, her clothes could no longer conceal her beauty. The men's hands pressed against her snow-white breasts and back. The men,
drawn by the soft, smooth touch of her skin, teased her small nipples with their tongues. The fragrant,
snow-white flesh made the men truly rejoice in their good fortune.

Su Yi's body seemed dead, allowing the men to manipulate her as they pleased. Her heart had
closed off because the men had blocked her view of her son. Her heart floated aimlessly, unable to find its footing. Was this a dream? Why did it feel so real?
The moonlight so beautiful. Su Yi looked up. Why was the moon hiding behind the clouds? Why did waves of discomfort
wash over her? Like the ancient, demonic encounter that Su Yi had been given,
a voice echoed in the dream's sky, sometimes near, sometimes far:

"Stop dawdling, hurry up!"

"I'll go first, if you want to do it, go for the back, I know you like to go through the back door, look at this skin, so tender
. Take it to our place later, then we'll continue."

"Hey, why aren't you keeping an eye on that kid anymore?"

"He's already passed out, let me touch him, tsk tsk, really nice, hurry up, hurry up."

Something shattered in the dream. Ugh, my heart aches, I don't want to have such a dream.

The long-haired man grabbed the last bit of clothing covering Su Yi's body, impatiently pulling down his pants and unleashing his weapon.

But unexpectedly, Su Yi suddenly resisted fiercely, kicking his legs with force as if he had no feeling, and in a moment of carelessness,
the long-haired man was struck hard on the erection.

"Oh..." The long-haired man rolled on the ground, finally managing to catch his breath and get up. Looking at his mocking companion,
he yelled, "Laugh at your mother's ass!" Su Yi, whose legs were already pinned down, felt even more deeply wounded by the exposure of
his private parts caused by his struggle. "Fuck!" he cried, jumping up and down while clutching his penis.

The delicate Su Yi released the last of his strength, his body going completely
limp as if he had lost his soul. His mind was now devoid of color, filled only with boundless gray.

The bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its cold light illuminating him. A body that should have been still
leaped .

The men, still laughing at the long-haired man's ugliness and not yet beginning their bestial acts, didn't notice the approaching
cold light behind them.

Consciousness swayed, unwilling to face the cruel reality. Until a voice pierced the clouds. Who was
calling ? A familiar feeling came from his body, and his frozen heart slowly softened.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Su Chen finally heard his son's voice in his consciousness. Recalling
fragments of her son's memory slowly filled the gray void in her mind, until the final image froze in her mind.

What followed, for Su Yi, who had finally overcome the horror of reality and opened her eyes
, felt like a lucid dream.

Three men lay on the ground, covered in blood. A weak Su Chen held her.
The ability a young boy displayed in a crisis drew praise from the arriving police, and even more so from a young woman who had suddenly rushed out
and was punching and kicking , crying out to the man trying to stop her, "You're not even as good as him! Are you even
a man?!"

At home, a young body wrapped in white gauze lay on the bed. Su Yi's small hand ran over the wounds, tears
welling in her eyes.

"Mom, don't cry." Su Chen, who had insisted on staying home and not going to the hospital, raised his only intact hand to stop Su Yi. Her nose still stung, and Su Yi pressed her son's hand to her face, feeling its warmth. It was this very hand that
had touched her .

Holding the daggers carelessly dropped by the men, he frantically rushed forward and saved her. The unconscious Su Yi didn't know
the details of what happened afterward, only hearing Su Chen's simple description. The danger she faced always filled Su Chen with
lingering fear; if something had gone wrong, Su Yi couldn't imagine what would have happened.

On Su Chen's thirteenth birthday, although her son kept insisting on getting out of bed, he didn't succeed despite Su Yi's insistence
. The cake was placed on the bed, watching Su Chen open his eyes and blow out the candles. Su Yi curiously asked, "
What did you wish for?" In previous years, her son would always tell Su Yi his birthday wish immediately. But this year, Su Chen
was different.

Looking at his mother waiting for an answer, Su Chen suddenly asked, "Mom, why have you been taking so many showers lately?"

Su Yi was startled, knowing her son had noticed her unusual behavior. Every time she recalled those past
scenes, Su Yi would rush into the bathroom and scrub herself vigorously.

Her son's words lifted that layer of darkness again, and Su Yi suppressed the urge to vomit. She said softly,
"Because Mom's body is so dirty. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous."

Su Chen smiled mysteriously and patted the bed, saying, "Mom, take your clothes off on the bed."
His mother, who had never refused her son since childhood, acted as usual. After a moment, a snow-white body was already standing on the bed. Su Chen spread
his legs slightly and gestured to his mother with his eyes. Su Chen's jade-like legs moved on the bed as he knelt between his son's legs. Looking at
her silent son, Su Yi asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Su Chen leaned back slightly, and he and Su Yi sat facing each other on the bed. After gazing at his mother for a while, Su Chen suddenly
kissed her small mouth. After a few sucks, he released Su Yi, who was a little out of breath. Su Yi, breathing heavily, said,
"You..."

Her words were interrupted by Su Chen's actions. Su Chen, like a devotee performing a thank-you ceremony, licked Su Yi's entire body with
his . Su Yi was filled with questions, but her beloved son's gentle movements and cautious expression made her
lie obediently. A pair of beautiful eyes closed as she lay on the bed, letting the comfortable feeling flow through her entire body. Until Su Chen's voice rang out:
"Mom, are you nauseous?"

How could she be nauseous? She felt comfortable. Su Chen smiled and shook his head.

Su Chen pressed his small, barely erect penis against the entrance that had never been entered before, feeling a slight
excitement. He looked up at Su Yi, and saw his mother staring at his penis.

For twelve years, Su Yi had never let Su Chen enter her vagina, at most caressing the pubic hair at the entrance. For Su
Yi , past painful experiences had instilled in her a fear of men, except for her beloved son. Her delicate body only accepted his
touch. She had considered their relationship for a long time and concluded that she should let nature take its course. But
after what felt like a brush with death, Su Chen changed, and Su Yi changed too.

The small penis slowly entered the tight vagina. Su Yi sat up, and mother and son kept their eyes fixed
on their lower bodies until they were completely joined together. Gazing at her mother's flushed face,
Su Chen softly asked, "Mom, are you disgusted?"

Understanding her son's thoughts, Su Chen's tears finally streamed down her face. "No, only happiness."

A crystal tear rolled down. A veil of mist was pierced. The

rings of time. Gently. Let the stopped shuttle begin to turn again.

On the balcony, under the moonlight.

The mother and son from the dream scene overlapped with the man and woman nestled together now.

A crystal tear on the smiling sleeping face merged with the tear in the dream. As it slid down, it shimmered with
dreamlike colors.

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