[My daughter's boyfriend stripped me naked] Author: Through

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My Daughter's Boyfriend Stripped Me Naked

Author: Through
Word Count: 19391

-- Part 1 --

"Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, you should be awake by now." Xiao Xu stood by the bed looking at me.

Actually, I had been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare butt. I thought I should let
the sun shine on my butt and let it bask in the sunlight.

I knew my daughter was in a relationship when she was in her early twenties. She often came home late or even stayed out all night. Two or three years
passed , and her figure changed. I could tell that she had a history of sexual activity. I am an
open-minded mother and approve of my daughter's sexual behavior. In today's society, such things are not shameful. Sex is
a kind of experience and practice that she should have. But what kind of man is her boyfriend? I wanted to ask, but I never did.

Until this winter, on a very cold Saturday, my daughter happily brought her boyfriend home.

Although my daughter had told me beforehand, I didn't dress up deliberately, just wore casual clothes. After all, meeting my daughter's
boyfriend wasn't an important meeting. When they came in and saw my husband and me, my daughter introduced them, "Dad, Mom, this is
Xiao Xu ."

That's how I met Xiao Xu for the first time. The boy was tall and quite strong. I thought my daughter was
quite tall, so their heights were a good match. My daughter's skin was fair like mine, but his was dark. I looked them over
; the contrasting skin tones of the two of them made it hard to tell who was who. The boy had a broad face and wasn't
handsome , but his eyes were sharp and capable, giving him a manly look. When he first saw us, he seemed a little awkward: "Uncle, Auntie!" I heard him slur his words and distort his pronunciation

when he called me "Auntie." 　　As the mother, I had to step in and smooth things over. I nodded to him and said, "Xiao Xu, it's hot in here, take off your coat . We have central heating here, it's very warm, a light coat is enough." 　　Then, I chatted with him for a few more lighthearted, everyday things, and Xiao Xu seemed much more relaxed. I felt I 　　didn't have much more to say to him, so I said, "Weekends are my busiest time. I have to do all the housework, washing and cleaning. You and her dad chat for a bit, I have to go get to work." 　　Xiao Xu continued, "Auntie, let me help you, I can do all the housework." 　　I said, "No, thank you, this is your first time here." 　　I got up and went into the bathroom, where there was a pile of clothes to wash. Which ones to wash first? Which ones to wash later? Just as I was 　　choosing, Xiao Xu came with me. He wanted to help me wash the clothes, but I didn't want him to come in because there were women's bras and underwear among the clothes, which would be indecent for him to see. I blocked most of the doorway, but he didn't understand what I meant and insisted on helping me. I thought to myself, "This child is attentive and sensible, so let him help me." 　　But when he helped me, I felt uncomfortable. Working always involves bending over and standing up, and with a young man I was meeting for the first time beside me, I instinctively pulled up my collar when I bent over, afraid of exposing my breasts. Actually, my collar wasn't low; I just wanted to protect myself from him. Every time I bent over, to avoid his gaze , I turned my back to him, but my raised buttocks bumped into him several times. This made me very embarrassed; it 's awkward for a woman's buttocks to bump into a strange man. 　　This was the most embarrassing thing that happened when we first met. Later, I asked him, "Did he touch my buttocks on purpose?" 　　He said, "I touched him with my buttocks, deliberately teasing him, which gave him the courage to do so later." Actually, I had no ; it was an unintentional misunderstanding that led him to my bed. 　　I still told him to leave. That day, our whole family ate together. During dinner, my husband and I asked him, "What are your plans now that you have a family?" 　　Xiao Xu told us about his future plans: he now runs a beauty salon, and the beauty business is very profitable. He also has connections with several foreign cosmetics companies, and could potentially collaborate with them on distribution or agency agreements. I didn't pay much attention to his story because we knew about his beauty salon and knew a little about his family. We wanted to observe whether he was just spouting empty promises. 　　His tone was calm, his thinking was organized, and he maintained a good sense of proportion. His expression wasn't exaggerated, but it was sunny. I liked this person! A very nice young man. 　　That evening, when my daughter and Xiao Xu went out, my daughter said, "Mom and Dad, I won't be back tonight. Don't wait for me." My husband and I didn't respond because there was nothing more to say; we . 　　A long night passed. My husband was asleep, and I was watching TV. My phone rang. I picked it up and saw a text message. The message only had four words: "Are you asleep?" 　　Who could it be? An unknown number. Perhaps it was an acquaintance whose number I didn't recognize. I replied, "Who is it?" 　　The other person replied, "Someone who admires you." Seeing the reply, I thought, what is there to admire about me? There must be a mistake. I replied, "You've got the wrong person, haven't you?" The person replied, "No, it's you." I thought: There must be a mistake. I turned off my phone. 　From then on, my phone received text messages like The messages became increasingly annoying. Who was he? He sent the wrong number, busying himself with someone who wasn't his lover, neglecting his real lover. 　　I should really remind him not to waste her time. 　　I dialed the number: "Who is this?" The voice on the other end was familiar—it was Xiao Xu! He said on the phone, "What should I call you? Since the day I saw you, I've had hope in my heart, and I can't sleep at night ." 　　"What do you mean?" I asked. 　　"You're a good woman," he replied. 　　Before I could speak, he continued, "If I said, 'I love you,' would you be angry?" 　　This sudden question left me speechless. 　　There was a moment of silence on the phone, then he said, "I'll make you even more beautiful!" 　　What did that mean? Love me, and make me more beautiful? 　　My heart started pounding, really pounding. How could a woman with experience like me not understand? He was trying to flirt with me! 　　My initial assessment was correct, but I didn't reject him. I just thought, "He's so bold—dating his daughter and flirting with his mother? He's a mature man; he shouldn't be doing this."

I went into the bedroom; my husband was fast asleep. I went out again, kicked off my slippers, and walked around barefoot. I
thought: "Fine, let's see what else he's up to." He said, "
You know who I am, but I shouldn't, you understand?"

I wondered if he understood what I meant.

He said, "I know, you don't know who I am. My crush on you is a beautiful thing in my heart, it shouldn't be a burden to you
."

He understood what I meant; if we both knew each other, how could we continue? I hung up the phone
and sat on the sofa, thinking: My daughter hasn't come home yet. Are they together? Are they calling me from bed?
I'd be so embarrassed.

I quickly dialed my daughter's number. She told me on the phone that she was at a party with her classmates.
From the receiver, I could hear music and laughter coming from there. This reassured me
, and I told her, "Come home early."

That night, I slept naked next to my husband. We've lived together for over twenty years. As his wife, I
've been devoted never done anything out of line.

The next day, as soon as I left the house, I rushed to check my phone. There was another text: "I heard your voice
, so beautiful!"

"You can choose with me, but I can't escape you."

My phone was full of his texts, all cheesy words. I wanted to reply, but my finger
stopped, unsure how to type. I thought: Wait a few days, young people don't last forever.
Besides, I can't reply rashly; he might use it against me and ruin my reputation.

I didn't reply, just kept receiving his texts. He seemed determined not to stop, like in one of his
texts: "I love you, without expecting anything in return, because you're in my heart, and only in my heart are there blooming flowers."

"Withered flower." That was my first reply to him. What? I'm a woman in my forties ,
not a blooming flower anymore.

"The ones that are full, mature, and blooming in the season are the flowers," he replied, but I didn't.

Days passed, his texts didn't stop, and checking them gradually became a habit.

Because of my daughter, though I felt uneasy and dared not reply to those text messages, I had to admit: I
was starting to enjoy these flirtatious messages! Because a middle-aged woman suddenly being loved by a young man,
whether it was genuine or not, I wanted to experience it.

As the weather warmed, the words in his text messages became increasingly passionate, just like the warmer weather.
I still didn't reply, but I admit, his patience was truly remarkable. I neither objected to nor replied to his text messages. We
didn't have any real interaction; I only gained a little psychological comfort from his text messages, and my
behavior wasn't wrong!

One day, near the end of the workday, a torrential downpour began. My colleagues and I looked out the window at the heavy rain and discussed how we would
get home; even getting a taxi would be difficult. I took out my phone and notified my husband that I might be home late. Just then,
the text message came in: "It's raining. There's a red taxi downstairs; the last three digits of the license plate are 521.
That's the car I booked for you. You can go home right away. Fare paid!"

I quickly looked around; it seemed as if he were right beside me. No, only my colleagues. I
walked and checked the text message again: a red taxi, license plate 521. As I repeated 521, it sounded like
the Chinese pronunciation of "I love you." I was touched, almost to the point of tears.

When I got home, my husband was already back, sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper. Seeing me enter,
he said, "It's raining so hard, you said you'd be late." He continued reading. Hearing
his indifferent words, I said calmly, "I got a ride back with a colleague."

I changed my clothes and went into the kitchen. I felt a pang of resentment: my husband, with whom I've lived for
over twenty years, when has he ever cared for or shown me any consideration? He's even stingy with a kind word. I
accepted this favor behind my husband and daughter's back. Regardless of whether his thoughts about me are wicked or innocent, I accept
his kindness.

My daughter came home, and I asked her, "How did you get back?"

She threw her bag aside and said, "How else could I get back? He picked me up and brought me home."

I asked again, "Where is he?"

She said, "He dropped me off downstairs and left." Hearing this, I said, "Why didn't you ask him
to come up ? Honestly!"

My daughter hugged my waist and laughed, saying, "He's very busy, he doesn't have time to play with you."

"This child, how can you talk like that?" I scolded her.

During dinner, I kept thinking about my phone; I felt there must be a text from him. I had a guilty conscience. A
middle-aged woman secretly having an affair with my daughter's boyfriend should feel guilty, but texting had become a part of my daily life.

I took my phone into the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a text message: "It's raining heavily, I'm wet. How about you?"

The rain didn't stop that night, and listening to the rain in bed, I got wet too. Unable to suppress my sexual desire, I took off my clothes and
said to my husband, "I want it!"

My husband said, "We're an old married couple, why bother with that?"

I said, "No, I want it. I don't want to waste the enjoyment I deserve. I'm a woman who needs a man ."

I touched my husband's penis; it was soft and lifeless. But men at my husband's age have more experience
, their emotions are more detached, and they have less of the vitality a man should have. But what woman doesn't love a man's penis?

I held my husband's penis and said to him, "Don't move, let me do it!"

I climbed on top of him, brushing his legs with my pubic hair, dropping my breasts in front of his chest, and touching his chest with my nipples. My
body wanted a man. I used all my womanly skills to make him hard. I kissed his whole body,
took his penis in my mouth, said all sorts of provocative words, and did all the most lewd things. My husband's penis finally became hard.

I said to my husband, "Look how beautiful your penis looks when it's hard, like a big boy, ready to be fucked." I kept
rubbing his penis, and while it was still hard, I lifted my leg and straddled him. With a slump, his penis
entered my vagina.

Ah, I exclaimed, "How beautiful! Everything in the world has a gap, and yet it can be inserted. A man's insertion into a woman is truly
a divine gift." I straddled my husband and said, "Beautiful, isn't it? Fuck this beautiful woman, isn't it beautiful?"

I twisted my hips, feeling the pleasure of his penis penetrating me, but after only two or three twists, he went limp, as if he had ejaculated
, but I didn't feel it; he had already withdrawn from my vagina.

I sighed and said to my husband, "Your thing is just an organ for urinating now."

My husband sighed too, saying, "Go to sleep, I don't have that ability anymore."

My husband turned away from me, ignoring me, but I needed a man. I placed my hand on my genitals, my fingers pressing against
my clitoris, and squeezed my legs together, imagining a man's penis inside me. This was
the only . How pathetic!

In my hazy masturbation, I fantasized about a man, my daughter's boyfriend—Xiao Xu. "I
was with , he penetrated me, and I felt a young, powerful penis inside my vagina,
transmitting pleasure to my heart."

"Ah, ah, ah—" After a spasm, the masturbation brought me to orgasm. I got up
unwillingly My husband was asleep, and my daughter's bedroom door was closed. I
stood . I saw my hazy reflection in the glass—what a beautiful woman! Full breasts, broad hips, long
, white legs, and thick, dark pubic hair. I was the kind of woman who could captivate men, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to enjoy me. I
picked up my phone and sent my daughter's boyfriend my first text message: "What are you doing?"

He replied immediately: "I'm so happy you texted me first."

I felt a surge of relief; a man secretly loved me. I replied: "I won't reject you. Keep
texting , okay? Please!" I knelt down, as if I could see a young penis right in front of me, this middle-aged woman

. I expressed my gratitude and pleaded for his love.

He replied again: "I'm grateful you accepted me. I'll kiss you! Kiss your whole body!"

I replied: "Mmm—my whole body—ah—ah—come on!" I just wanted a man.

After that, the nature of our text messages changed; the love and affection faded, and sex became the focus. The ultimate point of love and affection between men and women
is the union of sexual organs.

The next day, I left home and, without checking his texts first, sent one directly: "How was last night?
Missing women?" He replied, "I thought about you all night." I replied, "Sex?" He replied, "Yes
, I ejaculated all over the bed for you."

We had a close conversation when I locked the door in my office. I still have it.

"You're like a ripe peach, held in my hands, in my mouth." I replied, "Don't just hold it, touch it too."

"Your ripe body dazzles men; they're looking at you, but I'm loving you." I replied, "Then you
should pick the ripe fruit."

"You are the last drop of blood in my heart; as long as you live, I live." I replied, "Can you ejaculate the last
drop of semen?"

"Your round body, your round buttocks make me..." I replied, "Then you should enjoy me."

One day, he texted: "Last night, I dreamt I kissed you again, our tongues intertwined. I kissed your
genitals, your pubic hair brushing against my lips, guess what I felt?"

This text immediately sent a surge of pleasure down my genitals. I closed my eyes and imagined my legs clamping
his face, his lips pressed against my labia. I unbuckled my belt and reached inside, masturbating until I reached orgasm.

"Texting can be soothing too. I'm middle-aged, but I'm not out of touch; I can still enjoy modern life
." I replied, "You ejaculated."

Our texts became increasingly passionate and explicit. One
night, and we texted each other until late. He texted me, "I want to see your breasts."

I hesitated. I knew that if I pressed the video button and pointed the phone at my breasts, he could see
them, but I didn't. I

replied, "I can't see, I can only describe. Full, elastic, not sagging. Nipples purplish-red." I lifted my shirt
and touched my breasts.

He replied, "And your body?"

I replied, "Round, white, and smooth, very womanly." I took off my pants and lay down on the sofa.

He replied, "A very womanly body, I want to lie down in your place."

I replied, "Every time you reply to me you take off a piece of clothing, now you're only wearing your underwear, come on."

He replied, "Ah, so you're still hiding your pubic hair?"

I replied, "Not hiding, but concealing, the last concealment."

He replied, "When I go there, don't conceal yourself, I want to find your passage to fuck you."

I felt that texting like this was no longer enough for me, so I replied, "I've taken off my underwear, I'm
disarmed , I can show you the way, come fuck me." I took off my clothes and stretched out
my body on the sofa, typing a few "Ah—ah—ah—" and sending it. It wasn't

until we hung up that I realized he was always the one asking me, and I hadn't asked him. This is how my
relationship with Xiao Xu has developed behind closed doors over this period of time. It's a bit lewd, but I don't feel ashamed, after all, it's just a
private emotional exchange, nothing physical has happened.

—Part 2—

My daughter told me that she's bringing Xiao Xu home this weekend. When I heard about this, my heart started pounding.

I was a little scared and a little uneasy. I was scared because texting isn't like talking to someone in person. If we met, I
would feel awkward, and what about him? What if he couldn't control himself and gave himself away? How would I face people after that? What made me
uneasy was that my daughter's boyfriend and I were secretly flirting. It wasn't difficult for me to act naturally in front of them, but I didn't want my husband
to be there
What about my husband? I thought about it, and since Xiao Xu was supposed to come over, I made up an excuse to send my husband away
. I didn't want those two men to meet.

The day Xiao Xu came, I changed into a fitted shirt that accentuated my figure. I also
cut my hair short beforehand. I thought my old updo made me look too formal and stiff, while short hair made me look more energetic.

This was my second meeting with him. He was as composed and composed as ever, with no hint of anything amiss in his eyes.
We knew each other well, but I was more sensitive, afraid of making a mistake.

"Auntie," he said to me, "I brought something for you. Wenwen insisted that I bring it, so I did."

"What is it?" I asked.

My daughter said, "Cosmetics, you need them. A woman's life revolves around her face." She turned to Xiao Xu and said,

"Give my mom a beauty treatment, make her look prettier."

I told them, "How old am I? Why would I need a beauty treatment? Don't try to flatter me."

Hearing this, my daughter became even more enthusiastic, pushing me into her room and making me sit in front of her vanity. She
said, "Mom, just enjoy the pleasure of your beauty treatment! I'll go cook for you. Hey, Xiao Xu, I
promise I won't come in until you're finished. Give me a surprise!"

My daughter leaned on my shoulder: "Mom, after you've done your makeup, you'll be a completely transformed beauty."

My daughter left the room and closed the door. It was the first time we were alone in a room. He looked a little embarrassed, and I felt
the same . This was the stark difference between a real face-to-face meeting and a virtual text message.

Xiao Xu rubbed his hands together, unsure how to proceed with his touch on my face. I said, "Go ahead, treat me like a
customer."

He said, "Auntie, you're not your usual customer, it makes me nervous."

I said, "What are you nervous about? Don't be afraid." Actually, standing in front of me, looking down at me, it was probably

me who was nervous. I had already described my body to him; I felt like I was naked
. Why was he nervous? I pulled his hand and said, "Come on."

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, and his hand gently applied face cream to my face. His hand was very gentle; perhaps
he didn't know, but I felt it was real skin-to-skin contact. His legs were beside me,
radiating body open, inhaling his youthful masculine
scent. This masculine scent intoxicated and itched my heart. I squinted, savoring the moment. I thought: If we were
alone, and he tried to rape me, I would be too weak to resist. I like this young man so much. But it's not
my fault; women have the freedom to pursue their own sexual pleasure.

"Auntie," he leaned down and said, "Your complexion is wonderful, your face is full and wrinkle-free.
You only need a light touch of makeup to enhance your features."

I said, "I've never worn makeup before."

He whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful, with such kind eyes. Auntie, I love women like you."

This "love" wasn't a text message; he said it to me in person. Enjoying a
young ear made me feel wonderful.

I quietly said to Xiao Xu, "Don't tell me you love me. Women get jealous when they're two-timing, you know?"

He rubbed my cheek and said, "Auntie, there are different kinds of love. You look like a kind mother, with graceful bearing,
radiating maternal warmth. That's the image of a mother, so I love you!"

How sweet! Mother? A fake mother! A mother of flesh, a mother with whom I have sex! I am a woman.
Actually I've thought about it; it's ethically immoral to have flirted with him behind my daughter's back. However, if I view sex as
one plane and romantic love, marriage, and family as another, each a singular entity without alternation or intersection, then I am
not immoral. Sometimes I am simply a woman, pursuing what a woman should pursue. Sometimes I am a mother, fulfilling the duties
of a mother . I thought: This child is even more outdated than me, still going in circles in front of me. I touched his
hand and asked, "How are you?"

"Huh?" He was taken aback, not understanding. A usually smart person, why is he acting foolish now? Sometimes men
are at a loss with women whose feelings they are unsure of. I thought: Should I take the initiative and not waste time? Thinking of
this, I unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a slight glimpse of my breasts. This was different from when I first met him; back then I pulled up
my collar, but now I unbuttoned my clothes.

He realized what I meant, and we smiled at each other in the mirror. He looked at my slightly exposed breasts and said playfully,
"Auntie, I can't see the whole thing."

I said, "Don't worry, the outline is pretty good." He winked at me and said, "Auntie, it's
really hard work to put makeup on a woman like you." He cupped my face and stared at me. Was he going to kiss me? I wouldn't refuse; my tongue
was ready to meet him.

However, he didn't kiss me. His hands slipped inside my collar and touched my breasts. I took a deep breath
, then exhaled. He said, "Auntie, I'm touching your breasts." I pulled his head down and whispered in his ear,
"The word 'breasts' is too elegant. Auntie doesn't like it. From now on, we should say 'naizi' (乳子), 'puhu' (阴窟) should be 'pui' (屄), and 'pigong' (皮帥) should be 'ji' (鸡) or
'jiba' (鸡巴 . It's vulgar, obscene, but exciting."

He said, "Okay, I can say those words without a problem. Are you sure you can, Auntie?" He touched my breasts. It had been a long time since
a man had touched me like that. I said to him, "Words become a habit when you say them too often. It feels
so good when you touch my breasts!"

He said, "Auntie, your nipples are hard." Yes, my nipples were hard; it's a woman's sexual physiological
characteristic . I looked up at him and said, "Xiao Xu, don't just touch Auntie's breasts. You still have to do your work. Don't forget
there's another woman outside."

He obeyed, pulled his hand away, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin, and used a paintbrush to draw my lips, but
his elbow remained on my breasts. "I'll draw your lip liner now, a light lip liner, to suit your
temperament." He said to me as he drew, "A woman's lip liner shouldn't be too heavy, otherwise men will only see
the sexiness of your lips and ignore your beautiful face."

I said, "I don't know anything about makeup. I've given you my face, so do whatever you want!"

He quickly finished drawing my lip liner and stood up: "Auntie, I'll turn on the light for you. See,
how is it ?"

He stood up to turn on the light on the dressing table, his two legs standing in front of me. I wasn't paying attention to
any changes in my lips; my focus was on his legs, and the thing between them was right next to my mouth. Was it soft
and hanging there? Or hard? I wondered.

Just then, my daughter called from outside, "Are you done? Dinner's almost ready."

Hearing her call, I quickly replied, "We're almost done, we'll be out in a bit." Then I
whispered to Xiao Xu, "Xiao Xu, what did you and I do?"

Xiao Xu smiled and said, "Auntie, what do you think? I did something to your face, and I touched your breasts."

"Hmph, you're really bold, there's another woman outside." I said, thinking, "How exciting."

I reached down to his crotch and grabbed something that was rapidly swelling. I glanced at him and said, "Your dick's hard, I
'm a woman, right?"

He said, "Yes, Auntie, you're a woman like my mom."

I whispered, "Your mom was like that too? The woman you messed around with!" I didn't even think about what his mom was

like; instead, I eagerly reached into his pants and grabbed his penis—it was hard and big. I said
, "I want this cock."

He put his arm around my waist, his hand on my breast, and said, "Auntie, I want to—fuck you!"
A stream of hot, sticky fluid flowed from my vagina. I grabbed his thing and started stroking it hard. I said, "Hmm, Xiao Xu,
you should fuck me, fuck Auntie's cunt."

His hand reached into my pants, but I stopped him, saying, "Xiao Xu, maybe next time!" I glanced at the door
: "She's outside."

I pulled my hand back from his pants, helped him fasten his belt, straightened his clothes, and we calmed ourselves down before walking out of
the room together. My daughter was shocked to see me and hugged me, saying, "Mom, you've really changed! You're a beautiful woman now!" I pushed her away
and said, "What? I'm old. I don't even dare to go out looking like this."

My daughter and Xiao Xu left the house. I looked in the mirror, not paying attention to the changes in my face;
they didn't matter to me. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my breasts. My breasts were touched by a man again, and a surge of
pleasure welled up inside me, keeping me restless until the evening.

This meeting with Xiao Xu had aroused our physical attraction, taking our relationship a big step forward.

We wanted to move forward and longed to meet again. However, neither of us initiated the meeting.
I wasn't in a hurry for my daughter to bring Xiao Xu home again, fearing that being too eager would arouse her suspicion and
cause trouble. Xiao Xu wasn't in a hurry to confess his feelings to my daughter and come to my house either; we were completely in sync.

Every evening, I would spend a long time in my study, a neglected and unused space in my house. My daughter
would just lock herself in her room and surf the internet, while my husband, preoccupied with making money all day, would come home and want to sleep. The study
became my private space. My reason to them was: I needed it for work, I had to use the computer every night, and no one was allowed
to disturb me! What was my purpose? They didn't care at all. Every time I locked the door and took out my phone, my blood
would boil. My text messages with Xiao Xu continued as before, like strangers, neither of us revealing anything,
the content of the messages all being about sex and the body.

During that time, we fully enjoyed virtual sex through text messages. He suggested
video sex, but I didn't agree. I replied to him with a text: "
It's better to have sex remotely than to see but not touch."

In the hottest part of summer, my daughter suggested bringing Xiao Xu home to discuss their marriage, and then we were to meet
Xiao Xu 's parents. I said, "Okay, since you two are a good match, get married sooner rather than later."

From then on, I started wearing all kinds of short skirts. A woman dresses up for the one she loves; I wore short skirts only for him.
A short skirt would show off my fair thighs, pleasing to men's eyes. Besides, it would make
it easier for him to do what he wanted when we were together—that was my plan. I wore a short skirt beforehand to let my daughter and husband get used to it, so
they wouldn't find it strange if I suddenly wore one when he came. My daughter asked me, puzzled, "Mom, why do you like wearing
short skirts?"

I said, "I'm so old, if I don't wear them now, when will I have time?"

"Wear them, they look great. My mom has a great figure. Hey, you'd look even better in a tank top." My daughter said
admiringly then ran back to her room and brought back a few tank tops. They were women's clothes I'd liked, hanging from my shoulders and draped over
my chest, but I told my daughter, "I can't wear those, they're too revealing."

My daughter said, "Who doesn't want to be revealing these days? It's a pity they don't. Just show yourself off, like me."

I know my daughter has large breasts like me, and her chest bounces alluringly when she walks. I picked up a tank top,
took off my shirt, and put it on. My daughter looked at me and said, "You have to take off your bra."

"Oh," I said, "That won't do. It's just a thin layer of fabric, and my breasts are showing."

My daughter ignored me and lifted my tank top, unhooking my bra, saying, "Don't be old-fashioned. This is how you wear
a tank top , nothing underneath. Don't be afraid, Mom, you'll get used to it, like me." After saying that, she lifted her own
tank top, and I saw her pair of uncovered breasts. She said, "Like this, don't change." She took my
bra away. A short skirt covering my buttocks, a thin layer of fabric covering my breasts—when he arrived, I didn't know if my daughter
and I were dressed like this. Was I marrying off my daughter, or was I selling myself? This time, I had no reason to send my husband
out of the house. What should I do? I kept worrying. But I believed he could cooperate well with me, and I felt at ease.

The day he arrived, I abandoned my usual reserved attire, wearing a light blue but opaque camisole and a
pink mini-skirt, both made of soft silk. Beneath the thin fabric, I wore only a narrow pair of underwear covering

my private parts. My daughter, too, wore only a camisole and mini-skirt, trying to outshine me. When he saw me,
a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; only I could tell he was truly shocked. Rounded shoulders, half-exposed breasts,
white thighs—I was a woman even more fresh, radiant, and captivating than my daughter.

After Xiao Xu sat down, I pulled down my skirt and sat down next to my husband, opposite him. My daughter brought
tea, and I sipped it while listening to my husband's conversation.

My husband said, "Xiao Xu, we'd like to hear your plans for your marriage with Wenwen." Xiao Xu
briefly outlined the arrangements: time, location, hotel, etc.

After listening, my husband asked, "So, what are your plans for after marriage? After all, once you're married, you need to think about the future,
like a house and a car." I looked at Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu said, "Here's the thing, we've already bought the house, and it's almost finished with renovations. This is a
big deal; we need our own home. The house isn't far from my beauty salon, but it's a
bit far from Wenwen's workplace. Wenwen and I are thinking that for now, she can drive my car to work. It's more convenient for a man like me,

and we both believe a family doesn't need too many cars. It's not about the money; it's about the hassle of having too many cars
. Maybe in a year or two, when things are more stable at home, Wenwen can come and help me at the beauty salon. I also
need help; business is quite busy, but I haven't considered it yet."

Hearing this, my husband glanced at me and replied, "Since you need help, why not find someone within the family?
It's more reassuring to have someone from your own family manage your business. You need to find someone knowledgeable in accounting and finance."

I knew what my husband meant: he wanted to push me towards Xiao Xu. I've been an accountant for over thirty years...

Xu knew that if he really wanted me to go, he would have said so already. Even if he didn't, he had his reasons, and I
couldn't force him. Besides, I understood my husband's meaning perfectly well: he wanted me to both earn money and get involved in other people's businesses.
How could that be? Many family businesses only get more chaotic when family members get involved.

I interrupted their conversation and said to Xu, "Xu, your idea is good. If you need
help Wenwen will be the best choice. The two of you running a business together is better than any outsider. However, our Wenwen
has been spoiled since she was little, and she has a bit of a stubborn temper. You'll have to be more accommodating to her."

My daughter stared at me wide-eyed. Actually, these were just polite words from a mother. I continued, "Xiao Xu
, let us know how many people will be attending your wedding so we can make arrangements. Also, let's schedule a time for your
parents to meet."

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, some things haven't been decided yet. I'll meet my parents next Sunday."

"Okay, then, next Sunday it is." After finishing these matters, I stood up: "You can talk about anything else
. I still have a lot of work to do." "Hey, Auntie," Xiao Xu looked up and said to me, "I'm
unusually relaxed today, so let me help you with the chores."

My daughter chuckled: "You want to help? There's so much work to be done in a hurry. My mom
has , and the bathroom is overflowing. I'm scared just looking at it. Washing, washing, hanging—it never ends."

I interrupted my daughter: "I didn't ask you to do anything. Come on, Xiao Xu, you can help me wash the clothes."

My daughter said, "My mom has finally found some help." My husband didn't say anything and opened his newspaper.

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, doing housework is actually quite fun." He took off his shirt, revealing
his muscular chest in a t-shirt. "Auntie, I'll listen to you. You can do it however you want." "

How? And secretly!" I went into the bathroom with him, my heart pounding with excitement. As soon as

we entered, we hugged each other. The moment he touched my lips, my tongue slipped into his mouth, and we shared a passionate,
wet kiss.

I held him tightly around the waist, my lower abdomen pressed against his. He lifted my skirt, touching my smooth back and
buttocks.

We couldn't kiss for long. I withdrew my tongue, but I still held his waist, letting him see my crotch pressing against him.
I said to him, "Auntie's pussy is getting wet from pressing against you." He touched my thigh and whispered, "Auntie, from
what Uncle was saying earlier, he wanted you to come to my place, right? You can come, even if it's just temporarily, we can see each
other often."

I replied, "Young people don't understand, do they? When love and money are mixed together, things get messy. I won't get involved in your
cunt stuff." "Cuckoo"—a vulgar word, but every woman talks about it behind her back, and he and I
could .

"Auntie, you're so understanding, but I miss your cunt stuff!" His hand reached to the base of my thigh, and I

spread my legs so he could touch my pussy. I asked, "It's wet, you want it, don't you? This is what you want most, isn't it?" He nodded
, "Yes, I want it! Is it okay today?" He looked towards the door after saying that. I said firmly, "Yes, today!
Auntie let you touch me, see me, and even fuck Auntie's cunt! Cooperate well."

I glanced back at the door and shouted, "Take out what's behind the door!" Then I closed the door. Since there was
someone outside, we quickly started the washing machine. I opened the door. There was nothing unusual outside. I reached in and pulled out
his penis. It was hard and large, with a cute, round, red glans. I bent down and quickly took it into my mouth.

He trembled and thrust his entire penis into my mouth. I like giving men oral sex. This kind of misplaced
intercourse allows me to appreciate the man's expression of pleasure. But today, I didn't dare to fully enjoy touching his penis with my mouth
. I could only touch it a little. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear, revealing my dark pubic hair. "Satisfied?" I asked.

After all, we were having sex secretly. My husband and daughter were outside the door. We could only do some

small things on each other's bodies. It wasn't very satisfying, but it was still interesting. The laundry was almost finished, and his constant little actions had accomplished
something big: he had touched almost every inch of my body. Men always love touching women's bodies. And I was particularly
fond of his penis. This big cock! I lifted my buttocks, pulled down my underwear, and turned around, saying, "Come on, that's enough. Auntie lets you
fuck me, hurry up." Yes, I had to hurry; if we were exposed, it would be a huge problem. My pussy was wide open, dripping wet
, and his penis went in.

Ah—I let out a soft cry, leaned over the washing machine, and whispered, "Fuck me, I feel so good."
At that moment , I thought, what does a woman's pussy matter? It should be open to the man she loves. His thrusting and withdrawing made my
heart soar, excited, but I dared not make a sound, enduring until he ejaculated, shooting inside me. I
breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the last thing I had imagined accomplishing today, and it had come true
. Sexual intercourse—what could be more beautiful than this? Although I couldn't calmly savor the pleasure of having sex with him, our sexual organs were, after all, joined together.

This time, after finishing the laundry, I wasn't angry like usual at my husband and daughter for not doing any work. Teamwork
makes the dream work—that's absolutely true.

As Xiao Xu was leaving, he said to me, "Auntie, call me if you need any help." He handed me
a slip of paper; I glanced at it—it had a large penis drawn on it. I casually tucked the paper into my palm
and said, "Okay, Xiao Xu, it's rare to see someone so filial."

—Next Chapter—

Autumn arrived, and my daughter's wedding date was set. My husband goes back to his hometown every autumn, but this time
I didn't go with him; instead, my daughter went with him.

They left on Friday afternoon, leaving me alone at home. I thought: I can
walk around the house naked, text him freely, and if he wants, I can have a nude
chat with him, aside from saving face. A woman's body needs a man's appreciation, and I want to appreciate him too. Tonight is a perfect opportunity. Thinking
this I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.

I texted him: "I'm home alone. You can text me. If you want anything, I
can satisfy you and make you happy."

He replied quickly: "I'm imagining having sex with you. Hard! But I'll be busy all weekend and
won't be able to chat with you. Sorry!"

When I saw he said he couldn't chat with me, my heart sank. I thought: What a fucking bastard!
Putting down my phone, I felt a pang of pain. This had never happened before. He always chatted with me more than I did.
Where is the passion? I'm so full of enthusiasm for him today, how could he be too busy? No, I realized,
there must be a shameless woman by his side, and right now, he's probably
replying to my text messages while lying on that woman's breasts. And then that woman is using her breasts to hold his phone and mocking me: "Look at that silly woman,
she's not young anymore , and she's still using her phone as a penis.

" I dared not think any further, and waves of regret washed over me. I am a woman,
how could I be so easily swayed by a boy? I yearn so much for romance with a man, my body desperately
needs male penetration to relieve my sexual desire, otherwise I can only continue living a sexless life, which is unfair to women!

I don't want to waste the best years of a woman's life. But for him, I am heartbroken. A woman is not a plaything to regulate
a man's life; this is also a collision of hearts.

I cannot bear a man treating me like a plaything, mocking me while he's with another woman. I think: I shouldn't
see , and I absolutely cannot let him marry my daughter. I angrily smashed two cups, my heart breaking, and collapsed onto
the sofa .

Just then, the doorbell rang. Annoyed beyond measure, I thought, "Who is it?" I pressed the answer button and shouted, "
Who is it ?"

Xiao Xu's voice came through the receiver: "Auntie, it's me. May I come up?"

"Get lost," I said, but before I could finish, I burst into laughter through my tears. This guy was teasing me. It was him! My heart leaped
with joy , my sorrow turning to happiness. I had misunderstood him; he had given me a complete emotional rollercoaster. My hand trembled as I
reached for the doorbell, but I held it back. I was the only woman home. Letting him in—a lone man and woman
meeting in the house—I had never considered it; I was still afraid.

Then he said, "Auntie, I know you're home alone. She called me earlier, so I
wanted to keep you company."

It turned out his daughter had told him I was home alone, and he had found a good opportunity. But the house was a mess; I
needed to tidy up. A woman shouldn't be seen in such a state. I said, "Wait a moment." I thought: I
need to maintain my composure and leave him bewildered.

I changed into trousers and a shirt, and tied a sturdy belt around my waist. As I fixed my hair in front of the mirror,
I thought to myself: This image is good; I'm a dignified woman, unlike the frivolous look I had in the tank top and short skirt last time. After finishing my grooming
, I pressed the door open button and hurriedly cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, not wanting him to see my disheveled state. The elevator
went upstairs, and I checked through the peephole to see that he was the only one in the hallway before opening the door. I couldn't let the neighbors see
him enter my apartment.

He stepped inside, his eyes filled with affection, and said to me, "Auntie, you're so beautiful, always like this."

I smiled and said, "An old woman like me, how can I be beautiful? What would you like to drink?"

He said, "Auntie, look, I brought some."

He took out a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back.

He said, "Auntie, this rose is a tribute to you. This red wine is authentic French, symbolizing
the romance between you and me. Auntie, look, there's a special inscription on this bottle, which I had specially engraved. Although the characters are
small, they are a testament to my love for you. I will keep this bottle forever."

I looked at him, thinking how thoughtful he was towards me. I leaned closer, and he laid the bottle flat, tracing a line on
it . Indeed, there was a line of clearly engraved small characters: "This is the color of loving you. Open it,
my heart will never fade!"

After reading the inscription, I was drawn to him and unconsciously moved closer to him; a woman's reserve is
fragile. I looked up at him, and he ran his finger across my nose, saying, "Auntie, may I open this bottle of wine?"

I nodded, "Sure, we're not in a rush today, let's savor it slowly." I leaned
against and continued, "You've put me in a dilemma, how should I treat her?"

After hearing my words, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Auntie, my love for you is the love I have for my mother.

My love for her is the love I have for my wife. Auntie, I can manage these different kinds of love well, and I can handle
our relationship well. Most importantly, I can keep my love for you from being noticed by anyone."

I laughed when he said this, "You, aren't you tired of all this scheming? I hope you can handle
the relationship between me, you, and her well." We both knew what was going on, so we used "her" instead of "her."

He suddenly knelt down in front of me and said, "Auntie, my love for you must be hidden below!" He knelt
between my legs and stuck out his red tongue, making a sweet gesture between my legs. This was not
something , but I was happy.

"Open this bottle of wine," I said.

I could tell he was very happy. He hugged me briefly, then let go, excitedly saying, "I'm so
happy , Auntie! I'm opening the wine!"

He carefully opened the bottle, and I took two stemmed glasses, watching him slowly pour the bright red wine into them. His
careful movements gave me a feeling of reliving the romance of first love.

We sat down at the table, picked up our glasses, and I looked at the bright red wine, and at his expectant
eyes as he looked at me. I took a small sip; it tasted good, just my taste. I said, "It's sweet; I like sweet
wine."

He also took a sip and looked at me, saying, "Auntie, I asked her, and she said you like sweet wine.
Women like that are serene and peaceful.

" I asked him, "Do you think Auntie is like that? Serene and peaceful?"

I looked into his eyes. His eyes revealed a calm smile. It was
a smile I had never seen on him before, a smile that could touch a woman's heart. He looked at me with deep affection,
reached his hand over the table, and I reached out and took his hand.

He poured me another half-glass of red wine. I licked the rim and took a swig. He said, "Auntie, we
should be as colorful as this red wine, and vibrant in color."

Hearing this, I said to him, "Child, we're already quite colorful, aren't we? Come on, let's
go to the window."

We sat by the French windows, looking at the myriad lights outside. He said, "Auntie, look at these lights,
aren't they so warm and inviting?"

"Yes," I said, getting up and standing by the window. Looking out from the high-rise, the lights below seemed like
a paradise .

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Auntie, sometimes I like to sit alone facing someone's window..."
"Staring blankly at the light inside, you think about it, behind every lit window lies warmth, a mother, a woman."

As he spoke, his hand touched my buttocks. I turned my head and said to him, "It's not all warmth, is it
? Behind every window, there are more or less unspeakable secrets." I stared at him, "Isn't that how we are?"

He said, "Then enjoy ourselves, my woman." He began to unbutton my clothes, and I calmly
cooperated. He took off my top and threw away my bra. I was bare-chested and arms exposed, and he cupped my breasts, gently sucking on my
nipples . Ah, the pleasure spread from my nipples throughout my body.

My body went limp, watching him undo the belt I had just tied, and pull down
the trousers I had just put on, without any resistance. The trousers were pulled down past my buttocks, revealing my only pair of narrow underwear. I twisted my waist, and
the trousers fell to my heels. I helped him lift my legs one by one, and he took off the trousers and threw them aside. Okay, he
stripped me down to just a piece of clothing to cover my shame. I asked him, "Do you want me to take more off? Leave me with the last bit of dignity
."

He said, "Auntie, you were a dignified woman when you first came in, but now you're more like the woman I want. I
'm going to strip away all your dignity." I said, "You're so naughty." He finally took off my underwear, and I was
completely naked. This was the first time I had been completely exposed to him. As a middle-aged woman who had been through it all, I
felt no shame. I just pointed to the window and asked, "Should we close the curtains?"

He said, "No, it's more beautiful this way. Living so high up, no one can see us." Yes, more beautiful!

I remembered the first time I took the initiative to text him, wasn't I standing naked in front of this window? Now
he was right next to me.

I stood naked in front of him, letting him admire my body. In my heart, I felt gratified that such a man could
appreciate me and enjoy me.

He manipulated my body, admiring me from front to back. He said to me, "Auntie, you are so beautiful. Your skin

is so smooth and delicate, your body is so curvaceous and shapely. Your full breasts and dark pubic hair are all
breathtaking."

Hearing his words of praise, I felt proud of my own figure. I said, "You've finally
seen my full face, you've got me, you've achieved your goal, haven't you?"

He said, "Yes, Auntie," and continued, touching my buttocks, "If you hadn't teased
me with your buttocks back then, I really wouldn't have imagined this day would come."

I said, "What? You're turning the tables and accusing me of teasing you first!" He said, "No, it was when you were
doing laundry you touched me several times with your buttocks. I felt like you were teasing me then, which is why I dared to do that later."

"Ah," I said, "What's that? I thought you touched me on purpose back then, it was unintentional . It seems like it was just a misunderstanding that brought us together. Never mind that, hey, how many women like me

have you undressed ? 　　" He answered, "None, only you." He hugged me like a naked young bride 　　, his hands roaming all over my body. "Only me?" I looked up at him and said, "What about her?" He kissed my lips and said, "Auntie, is she a woman like you?" I wanted to speak, but he picked me up and put on the table. He parted my legs: "Auntie, this is my woman's pussy." He stuck out his tongue and licked my vulva, then looked up and said, "Auntie, this is your most beautiful place, my little darling." 　　I felt that a woman being kissed on the vulva by a man was more arousing than penile penetration. The kiss, lips touching labia , made me feel his respect for me. It wasn't a lewd sexual act; the stimulation from oral sex was even greater than intercourse. I couldn't help but scream, "Ah—ah—," my body trembling uncontrollably. We freely. For so many years, the emptiness in my lower body had been filled by him today, and I was grateful to him. I couldn't help but say, "I love you, baby!" 　　He lifted himself from between my legs, sticking out his tongue one last time, seemingly unsatisfied. I lay down on the table, and he 　　kneaded my breasts with both hands. I said to him, "Look how embarrassed Auntie is!" He said, "You're so beautiful, so womanly." He's very good with words. I pulled him closer and reached for his penis. "Take it off, do you need Auntie to do it?" 　　He quickly stripped off his clothes, and I couldn't help but admire this strong, naked man—my ideal type. I got up used my naked body to caress the naked Xiao Xu, my hands unable to get enough of his body, his firm flesh, his hard penis. I said, "Auntie really likes you, baby." From then on, I started calling Xiao Xu "baby. 　" Xiao Xu didn't treat himself as "baby" but instead slapped my buttocks and shooed me towards the window, saying, "Making love with Auntie by the window is the most romantic." I grabbed his penis and said, "Kid, Auntie will take your penis." The 　　glass window reflected a naked man and woman: I was a middle-aged woman with short hair, long legs, round breasts, a plump belly, fair skin, and black pubic hair . He was young and strong, broad-chested, flat-bellied, with a large, erect penis protruding from his pubic hair. The contrast between the naked woman and man made their images stand out. I imagined my daughter, though taller than me, was younger; the only difference between them was the physical characteristics of a young man and woman. But compared to him, it was a physical . Looking at his erect penis between his legs, I realized how incredibly stimulating it was for a middle-aged woman. Even the strongest men have a maternal instinct; his penetration of her could satisfy a woman's desires. 　　A woman's favorite thing to touch is a man's penis, and I loved his too, licking his entire chest without stopping. I knelt down and said to him, "You love Auntie, and Auntie loves this penis the most." 　　I stroked his genitals and licked his penis; he opened his mouth and bared his teeth in pleasure—this was the kind of man a woman wanted to see. I played with him with my mouth. I took his penis into my mouth, and he held my head down , using my mouth as his genitals. He inserted and pulled his penis in and out, saying, "Women are so fun, Auntie, you 're ." 　　He forced me to kneel on the ground. Although I was his elder, at that moment I could only be a woman . If he wanted to ejaculate on my face, I would open my mouth to receive it. After he had played with my face and mouth enough, he gathered my hair and said, "Auntie, you're such a good woman." 　　I said, "Child, I am a good woman." I touched his scrotum: "You're full of sperm inside, fuck her mother's cunt." 　　He pulled my hair and said smugly, "Yes, I'll ejaculate inside you."

I said, "Just don't get Auntie pregnant!" I pressed my breasts against his legs, letting his leg hair
rub against my breasts. I took his penis in my mouth, thinking: How wonderful it is to be with a man. He picked me up and
kissed me passionately, our tongues intertwining, our bodies rubbing together. All I wanted was a man.

I lay down on the ground, lifting my legs with both hands, spreading my vulva wide open. He bent down and
fucked me, fucking me with unbridled pleasure. I felt his penis thrusting in and out, each time pounding in my
heart. How wonderful! A woman should be fucked by the man she loves.

Aww—aww—aww—aww—I screamed loudly as he fucked me, my white flesh rolling on the ground. Aww
—aww—fuck me—baby—fuck me—ah—ah—ah—I'm your woman now
—aww—aww—ah—fuck—fuck—fuck my pussy—fuck my pussy—how wonderful—baby—he put his arms around my waist, I
knew he wanted to fuck me from behind, and I cooperated by climbing onto the windowsill and sticking my butt out. Outside the window late at night, many lights were off
, and all was quiet. He kneaded my breasts, and I said, "It's late, everyone's asleep,
but you're still messing with your mother-in-law!"

He said, "Mom, this is so stimulating." He spread my buttocks and licked my anus. I
grabbed his penis and aimed it at my vulva, saying, "Maybe it's not just us, there are probably middle-aged beauties and strong men in every household
."

Looking out the window, my son-in-law was behind me, and I said to him, "Again, fuck me—Auntie isn't satisfied."

My breasts swayed back and forth like bells from his thrusts. I liked the feeling of my breasts swaying, and men also liked to
see women being fucked like that; it gave them a sense of accomplishment. A woman's satisfaction comes from the fact that her body can be
appreciated unconditionally by the man she loves.

Xiao Xu and I had sex, which took me to a state of blissful ecstasy. In the living room, I lost count of how many orgasms I had collapsed into
, and even after we showered and got into my husband's bed, he still fucked me once more. I was completely
ravaged , and the bed was a mess. The unparalleled joy of our time together lasted as I fell asleep, clutching Xiao Xu's penis.

The next day was Saturday. When I woke up, I turned over and went to hug Xiao Xu beside me. He was leaning against the headboard, and seeing that I was awake, he
jumped off the bed naked and said, "Auntie, go wash up first. I've already prepared breakfast." This was the first time a man had slept in the bed I shared with my husband.
I felt a mix of emotions, indescribable yet joyful. I touched Xiao Xu's penis and said,
"Baby, this cock should behave today, right? Auntie was exhausted last night."

He said, "Auntie, I don't want you to be tired. Get up." I nodded in response, "Then Auntie will go brush her teeth
, wash her face, and comb her hair. Let's see what you can cook." As I got up to find clothes, Xiao Xu said, "Auntie,
let's ." "A naked day?" The idea was quite appealing. I had done it with
my husband when I was younger

, but now it seemed like a very distant memory. "But," I thought for a moment
and said, "No, it's not hygienic for a woman to have her vagina exposed like a man's. At least wear some underwear."

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, I've prepared it for you." He took out a carefully wrapped paper package, unfolded it, and
said to me, "Auntie, wear this. It will cover your genitals. Change it when it gets wet." He plucked a handful of my
pubic hair .

I saw that it was all thongs. I laughed and said, "Baby, how am I supposed to wear this? My butt is all exposed."

Xiao Xu patted my butt and replied, "Auntie, big butt, thongs, wear it, let me see." I
complied with him, put on the thongs, and stood in front of the mirror. He manipulated me, turning me around. He said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful."
I said, "Actually, it's no different from being completely naked. It doesn't even cover any hair." After

washing up and combing my hair, my bare butt felt very uncomfortable sitting on the chair. Xiao Xu reached out to me, "Come here,
Auntie , let me hug you." I said, "Doesn't it feel great to hug an older woman?" He held me on his
lap like a little woman, and we whispered sweet nothings to each other. He touched my naked body, and I didn't hold his
penis, which is a woman's favorite. Women are like water, and men are like straw.

He admired my beauty, and I craved his strong, firm member. I remembered a phrase boys often say:
"Fuck your mother ." I asked Xiao Xu, "If I were your mother, would you dare do this?" He said, "You are my mother, and I
've already done it with you. Right, Mom?"

"Okay, you're bold. Mom will breastfeed you," I put my nipple in his mouth, "Call me Mom!" He
held my breast and obediently called me, "Mommy." He suckled on my nipple.
The pleasure made my breathing longer, and this man became docile.

I straddled his penis with my bare legs, gently stroking his head and murmuring, "Eat, baby. Eat well,

eat your fill, you'll grow bigger and stronger. It's incredibly hard, you're such a treasure. What a beautiful treasure.
Eat , baby, when you're full and strong, you can fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy's cunt—"

"Ah—ah—ah—ow—" I stroked Xiao Xu's penis against my vulva, inhaling and moaning
. I thought, "This big cock is so beautiful—it should be inside a woman like me. Insert it into me, fuck me,
play with me. I'm a good woman, it's not my fault I think this way. If my husband can satisfy my sex life, I
won't become a cheating woman." I straddled Xiao Xu's legs, his thick penis reaching the tip, filling

my entire female genitalia. "Ow—ow—" What I wanted was to have a fulfilling sex life as a woman.
My buttocks writhed like a millstone, it was so wonderful. Woman on top is a position women should choose during sex
; the woman on top can use her vagina to envelop the man's penis, finding every point of pleasure that suits her.

That day, I changed several thongs, only to have him rip them off in the end. We made love all day, and

I wanted him to fill the emptiness in my genitals. But our sex wasn't about frenzied intercourse and ejaculation
; it was about playing different positions and movements of male-female sex in different corners of the house, even on our daughter's bed. This
prolonged the time without harming the body, and more importantly, it allowed both partners to understand each other's
bodies to a deeper connection.

When we were on our daughter's bed, lying naked on our backs with our thongs tossed beside us, I asked Xiao Xu, "Which woman is more fun, Auntie or her
?" He replied, "Auntie, she's wild and unrestrained, you're wild but restrained."

I said, "You've fucked us both, and that's all you've got? Auntie knows more, but you can't say for sure."

On Sunday, Xiao Xu patted my buttocks, "Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, time to wake up." Xiao Xu stood up...
He was watching me from the bedside.

Actually, I had woken up a while ago, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare bottom. I thought I should let the sun

shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight.

Just then, the phone rang. It was my daughter calling. She told me that they had already set off and would be home in the afternoon.

"They're coming back soon, so we should get dressed and tidy up the house." I said, and then I sat up. Xiao Xu came over

and touched my breasts again. "I really can't bear to part with these breasts. They're so smooth, full, and elastic." I
said, "After you get married, you'll have a reason to come over often, understand?"

"But Uncle is always home."

"Are you afraid of him? You've slept with someone else's woman, so you must have a guilty conscience, right? Why weren't you afraid when you were doing me in the bathroom?
Don't worry, Auntie has a way!" We got up naked and saw that the house was a mess. My thong was lying on the floor, and there were traces of our lovemaking everywhere—

on the sofa, by the window, next to the dining table, and next to the bed. 　　I picked up a thong and held it up to Xiao Xu's face, saying, "You've had enough of these two nights and one day, haven't you?" 　　Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, no, I'll never have enough of you." He took the thong from my hand 　　and continued, "Auntie, I'm going to keep these things; they have your scent on them." 　　I said to him, "If you don't take them, I won't dare leave them at home; they're evidence of a crime. I'm going to keep that wine bottle ; what does it look like to you?" 　　Xiao Xu said, "Of course I know, it looks like a penis; that's why I bought it." 　　I said, "That's why I'm keeping it; it's yours, so I can use it when you can't come." I put the wine bottle on the ground, righted it, and slowly squatted down: "See, it can be used for fucking too." The bottle neck was inserted into my vagina, and I twisted my hips, asking, "Isn't it fun? This is the most lewd thing I've ever done in my life!" 　　Xiao Xu hurriedly helped me up: "Auntie, don't do this; just come to me whenever you need me, anytime, anywhere. You 're my mother—" I laughed: "You think I really treat it like a toy? Women need to be wanton ." By the 　　time I finished tidying up the house, it was already noon. I said to Xiao Xu, "From now on, you're my child. Come here and let Mom kiss your penis." I pulled him over and kissed him. "Let's get dressed." 　　As he left, I peeked through the peephole. There was no one in the hallway. I opened the door. Xiao Xu said, "Mom. I still want you." 　　I said, "Mom is your woman now. It'll be more convenient if we don't have to hide it anymore." 　　He walked out of the house, and I closed the door. From that day on, our texting stopped, and neither of us mentioned it again, but we both understood. But our story continued. We had frequent dates without texting flirtation, without virtual sex—just real physical intimacy. It was wonderful! Especially during my daughter's pregnancy, I took care of all of Xiao Xu's sex life . 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The End

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