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[Still Waters Run Deep] (1) Author: abcd2005 

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Still Waters Run Deep Author


: abcd2005 Words :
3243 Published : 2013/12/5 on
: sis


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... Struggling to stay still, she looked at the dressing mirror opposite the bed, and a sudden wave of shame washed over her: her neatly styled hair was now loose, her white shirt was undone except for one button, her white lace bra was pushed up over her breasts, revealing faint red marks on her 37F breasts, with small areolas and chimney-shaped nipples. Her black skirt was rolled up to her waist, her skin-colored stockings and white thong were pulled down to mid-thigh, and she was still wearing a black high heel on her left foot; the other shoe had been kicked off the bed sometime earlier. Fang Jing, you're becoming more and more shameless. She took off her clothes and threw them on the chaise lounge beside her, went into the bathroom, and saw her slightly flushed naked body in the mirror after her orgasm, a small tuft of trimmed pubic hair damp with moisture. Suddenly, she wondered if the commotion tonight had woken her son … In the morning, she was awakened by the alarm clock. I drew back the curtains, stretched, and let the autumn morning light bathe my naked body . Although it had been six years since I'd walked the runway, it was a habit I'd developed over years as a part-time model, a habit that had given me confidence when I walked the catwalk. Outside the window was a small hill, and my apartment was on a high floor, so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing my sexy body. After washing up, I took a put it on, pulling my long, straight black hair out from under the nightgown. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my son. "Xiao Dong, get up, or you'll be late." I knocked on his bedroom door a few times. "Okay, Mom, no need to knock so hard," came his muffled reply from inside. This kid, huh, I chuckled wryly. I sat on the sofa in the living room, legs crossed, eating breakfast and reading a magazine. My name is Fang Jing, I'm 36 years old, 175cm tall, and my tall figure and beautiful face made me a campus beauty in high school. In college, I had countless fans. Later, I had a boyfriend, who is also Xiao Dong's father. I gave him everything for two years, but we broke up when he went abroad. Only after the breakup did I find out I was pregnant. My family advised me to have an abortion, but I insisted on giving birth. During a year of , Xiao Dong was born, taking my surname Fang. I then completed my studies with difficulty and came to my current company. To support my child, I work part-time as a model during holidays. Many outstanding men have tried to pursue me, even offering to be my sugar daddy. But thinking of my son, I refused them all. I know my son is everything in my life. Fortunately, my son is very obedient and studies very well. He has always received scholarships, so his education hasn't cost much, and he can occasionally help with household expenses. Thanks to my own efforts, since graduation, I have risen from an ordinary employee to the finance manager of the group headquarters, earning a substantial income and bonuses. With years of experience as a part-time model and a small reputation in the industry , her income was naturally quite substantial. It could be said that she had finally made it. "Mom, I've told you so many times I set my own alarm, I won't be late. You wake me up every morning!" My son, still closed and looking sleepy, was scratching his hair. "You're complaining when I wake you up? Go brush your teeth and wash your face, I won't wake you anymore." I continued reading my magazine. "You said it, don't go back on your word." My son dragged himself to the bathroom. "Mom, where's my cup?" My son asked, biting into a piece of bread. "Under the coffee table in the living room, get it yourself. You're a grown man, why do I always have to clean up for you?" My son is 16 years old this year, a freshman in high school. He probably inherited the good genes from me and my boyfriend; he's 191cm tall, with a strong physique, fair skin, and handsome features. He loves playing basketball and is a key player on the city's youth team. He looks like a sunny handsome guy. I bet he has a swarm of admirers. "Okay, don't..." "Don't what?" I took a sip of the milk from the coffee table, not noticing my son's expression. "Nothing, I'm going to pour the milk." Then I noticed his unusual behavior. He stood up, quickly turned, and walked towards the dining room, his crotch . While I was still wondering what was going on, I realized I'd been exposed. My crossed legs had spread my nightgown, revealing a small portion of pubic hair and a glimpse of my genitals. Most of my breasts were also exposed; he must have seen me while I getting the milk. Thinking about this, I blushed furiously. That brat! He dared to take advantage of his own mother! "Finish breakfast and change for class." After breakfast, I went to my room to change. "Okay, Mom." From the side, I could clearly see my son's flushed face and his unnatural posture. Back in my room, I looked for clothes while thinking about what had just happened. It's always been just my son and me living together, so I usually dress casually at home. But times have changed; my son is now grown up and in puberty . This kind of reaction is normal, especially since time hasn't changed anything.

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