[Falling in Love with Mom's Buttocks] (Stocking Anal Sex Incest, Green Mothers Beware) Chapter 1

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Chapter 1.

Summer, 1990.

It was late at night. Although it was the height of summer, the quiet village

exuded The occasional chirping of insects and barking of dogs only accentuated the tranquility of the night.

With a soft creak, the door of a farmhouse in Xilin Village opened, and a

young woman in her twenties stepped lightly across the threshold, hurrying around to the back of the house. Less than half a minute later, a

little boy wearing a vest and shorts emerged, rubbing his eyes, and also headed towards the outhouse at the back of the house.

The woman had just taken off the floral shorts that tightly covered her full, white buttocks when she heard footsteps.

Her eight-year-old son yawned and walked in. Seeing his mother squatting there, the boy grinned

. "Mom, I need to pee too."

The woman, called "Mom," turned slightly to the side. "Go ahead and pee, then go back to sleep." Although the rural

outhouse was rudimentary, this family had clearly put some thought into its construction, digging a squatting pit and building

a wooden frame next to it for sitting.

The boy walked over, took out his penis, and began to urinate into the pit, his gaze involuntarily falling on his mother's snow-white, rounded buttocks as she sat

on the frame. The silvery moonlight slanted in, and the woman's already snow-white,

delicate buttocks reflected a faint glow in the cool silver light, appearing exceptionally white and dazzling. Even though

he , he couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty.

Although married rural women generally don't feel shy in front of their own families, this woman, who had always been somewhat self-conscious about her large buttocks because of teasing from her peers since

puberty ,

still felt a little embarrassed to have her buttocks exposed in her son's view. She unconsciously turned slightly to the side, urging

her son, "Bingbing, are you done peeing? If you are, go back to sleep."

The boy reacted, saying "Oh." Although he thought his mother's white, round buttocks were quite

beautiful , he was young and obedient, so he obediently withdrew his gaze from his mother's snow-white, plump buttocks, shook his little

penis, pulled up his pants, and went back to bed. However, the impression of his mother's large, white, and round buttocks remained

in the boy's childhood memories…

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"…Hmm, Mom, that should be the earliest time I remember seeing your buttocks." When I said

this, I was lying naked on my back on the large double bed. The person I was talking to—my

own mother—was on top of me, performing oral sex on me in a 69 position. She was completely naked from the waist up

, wearing only a pair of pink, almost transparent, ultra-thin pantyhose. From the glimpses

of her snow-white skin visible between her legs, it was clear they were open-crotch erotic pantyhose.

My mother chuckled softly, releasing her son's thick, long penis, which was almost touching her stomach.

While circling my monstrous purple glans with her small, red tongue, she replied haltingly, "You

don't remember, do you? You've seen your mother's body countless times since you were little! Back then in the countryside, what married woman who

had children would shy away from her family?"

At this point, you'd probably conclude that this is a typical incestuous mother-son relationship found in erotic novels. Well,

I can't say you're completely wrong, but my relationship with my mother is far

more . Don't understand? Please read on patiently, and I'll explain it all!

I enthusiastically stroked my mother's round, fleshy

buttocks and plump, long legs, encased in thin, soft pink open-crotch stockings, while teasing her already honey-drenched labia with my tongue. I even

managed a quick reply: "Hmm, I really don't remember anything before I was seven or eight. So, Mom, if you put it that way,

I should say this—after I accidentally saw your white, perky buttocks that summer when I was eight,

my perverted genes, inherited from you, started to awaken. From then on, I began to notice your large breasts and plump buttocks,

until… ah, it hurts!"

My mother, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and anger, pinched the tender flesh on my inner thigh and twisted it hard half a circle.

"You brat, what do you mean by inheriting my perverted…that gene?! You've been

a little , peeping at your own mother since you were eight, humph!"

Hearing my cries of pain, my mother spoke fiercely, but her hands stopped moving. I quickly crawled out from under

my mother's plump, soft body, rolled over, and pressed myself against her back. I enjoyed

the pleasurable sensation of squeezing her soft, naked flesh. With a wicked grin, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, are you trying

to ?! Besides, if I hadn't inherited your genes, would I be so interested in anal sex?!"

My mother's fair face, still flushed, turned even redder at my teasing.

She grabbed my ribcage and pinched it hard, making me wince in pain.

I suddenly sat up, straddling my mother's plump, silky thighs. My large

, basketball-playing hand easily grasped her two slender wrists, preventing her from further tormenting my poor, soft waist.

I squeezed my mother's two writhing, silk-stockinged legs tightly between my thighs, and with my free hand,

I slapped her plump buttocks hard. The full flesh beneath the alluring pink silk fabric rippled

in a seductive wave.

With the crisp sound of my slap on her buttocks, her struggles paused for a moment, and

a soft, seductive moan escaped from her rosy lips, still glistening with my semen. I had long discovered my mother's innate

fondness , so I didn't hold back

, slapping her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks several more times. Her alabaster buttocks trembled, the flesh rippling, intensifying my already burning desire. My hot penis rubbed against her smooth, pink silk stockings, throbbing

powerfully . 　　The final slap landed on my mother's pert buttocks without lifting her hand. I released her wrist, and she instinctively arched her back, her hands supporting her plump buttocks as she spread them apart. Her already moist little anus opened and closed, revealing the yearning of her alluring little hole for her son's thick penis. 　　As a dutiful son, I naturally wouldn't disappoint my beloved mother; my penis, glistening with saliva...

My large, shiny purple glans pressed against my mother's writhing brown anus. With a slight exertion, my

enormous, fiery penis, a behemoth compared to my mother's small, delicate anus, easily pried open the sphincter, slowly but

firmly penetrating into my mother's tight, warm anus. Accompanied by my mother's suddenly rising, seductive moan, my thick

, dark penis disappeared inch by inch between my mother's two snow-white, plump buttocks.

After my penis was completely swallowed by my mother's tight anus, I paused slightly, feeling

the pleasurable sensation of my erect penis being tightly enveloped by the warm, folded walls of my mother's rectum. As I took a breath and prepared

to begin my conquest, my mother impatiently urged, "Bingbing, move a little!" As she spoke,

her round, white, plump buttocks, encased in pink transparent pantyhose, swayed impatiently from side to side, and the walls of her rectum began to writhe,

stimulating my fiery penis.

Seeing my mother's eager expression, I stopped in my hurry and asked teasingly, "Mom,

how do you want me to move? I won't understand if you don't tell me clearly!"

While saying this, I deliberately thrust shallowly in and out of my mother's anus a couple of times, then stopped,

maintaining my kneeling position on her plump thighs, my hands playing with and kneading her beautiful, silky buttocks.

My mother turned her head, her alluring eyes watery, her originally fair face now

flushed , and asked shyly and reproachfully, "You naughty son, are you forcing your mother to say those embarrassing things

?" Without hesitation, I nodded vigorously with a wicked grin.

Mom glared at me, bit her lip, and said hesitantly, "Good son, Mom

wants you...you..."

"Say it already, what do you want me to do, Mom?!" I emphasized the word "do," and

then slapped her round, perky buttocks, which reflected a lustrous sheen.

"...I want you to fuck Mom's asshole!" Mom paused for a moment, then shouted it out in a huff, her

delicate neck flushed pink with shyness and excitement. After shouting, she pouted and pinched my leg.

"Little darling, are you satisfied now?!"

Hehe, although Mom had become more uninhibited in bed since we started anal sex, and her clothes had become increasingly sexy and

revealing (of course, that was only in front of me), asking her to directly beg her son's penis

to fuck her asshole

was . But I just loved seeing my mother's alluring yet shy demeanor. And every time

I heard my mother, who was always seen as virtuous and gentle by outsiders, utter vulgar

and obscene words like "penis" and "asshole" with a mixture of shyness and reproach, it excited me even more—actually, my mother felt the same way, though she would never admit it verbally

. But my body's reaction was honest. When my mother said those words, I clearly felt her

rectum, already tightly gripping my hard penis, involuntarily contract even more forcefully, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

I chuckled, ignoring my mother's venting of her shame and anger on my skin, and began to ride with smug satisfaction inside

my mother's tight, warm anus. My thick, dark penis appeared and disappeared between my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks,

the "slap slap" of flesh colliding mingling with my mother's moans and my heavy breathing, creating a lewd symphony that filled the entire

room .

I knelt on my mother's lap, my naked skin pressed against the silky pink open-crotch

stockings . I thrust vigorously back and forth, relentlessly defiling her tender anus, while squinting my eyes to enjoy

the smooth, delicate yet slightly rough sensation of my skin rubbing against the stockings—of course, through the thin silk fabric,

the warm, soft texture of my mother's plump thighs against my legs constantly stimulated my desire.

My mother gently twisted her full, silky buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts, her narrow anus stretched

round and large by my penis, each withdrawal bringing out tender pink anal flesh, each thrust pulling the beautiful folds back in. My mother,

in turn, tacitly tried her best to peristalse her rectum, the rectal walls contracting continuously. While

this increased the difficulty of re-entering my penis, it also intensified the pleasure of the friction between my penis and the tender rectal flesh.

After hundreds of vigorous thrusts while riding on my mother's plump, alluring, round, silky buttocks, even I, young and strong,

couldn't help but feel a slight ache in my back. I lay prone on my mother's smooth, soft, bare back, quietly enjoying

the sensation of her wet, hot anus contracting and tightening around my penis for a while. Only then did I reluctantly pull

my still-erect, thick penis from between her dripping, wet thighs, patting her fleshy, silky buttocks.

Without a word, my mother, already familiar with my habits, instinctively raised her round, plump, silky buttocks, kneeling on the bed

with me. Her full, round buttocks swayed slightly from side to side, intentionally or unintentionally

urging me on.

I didn't have time to admire it further; with such beautiful flesh before me, I naturally had to devour it first.

I knelt behind my mother, my calves pressing against her kneeling calves, my hands grasping her round, large,

ripe, and voluptuous buttocks, spreading them apart until my fingers dug into her flesh. My penis aimed directly at my mother's opening and closing, wet, hot anus, and roughly thrust in all at once , then began to pump forcefully

amidst my mother's wanton moans .

"Mom, your asshole feels so good to fuck!" I exclaimed loudly, my large

hands kneading my mother's plump and smooth buttocks. "No matter how many times I do it, Mom's asshole always feels so good." I said sincerely

as I vigorously fucked my mother's wet and tight asshole. My mother's ears turned red with embarrassment, but she was clearly enjoying my fascination with her body. She cooperated with my movements, her tight anus contracting and writhing incessantly. When my penis was pulled out, her rectum squeezed hard, and when it was inserted, it relaxed and expanded as much as possible, making my penis feel like a fish in water, almost doubling the pleasure. Mom was enjoying it too. Every time my penis went in or out of her anus, her plump body tremble, and her moans would be incessant, growing louder and louder. 　　I knelt behind my mother's high, plump, silk-stockinged buttocks and thrust vigorously for a while, then lay on her snow-white, smooth back. One hand continued to roam over my beloved mature mother's silk-stockinged legs, while the other reached to her chest and squeezed her soft, full breasts hard, moaning with pleasure even with my eyes closed. 　　Under the combined stimulation of my mother's anus, stockings, beautiful legs, and full breasts, my penis bulged and swelled to its maximum size. My mother's narrow anus was stretched to its limit, and I could clearly feel her rectum gripping my penis.

A slight pain shot through me, but the slight discomfort on my penis only fueled a strange excitement. I fucked my mother

's anus almost frantically, my hands leaving marks on her fair, full body as

I relentlessly thrust my penis in and out of her tight, soft anus. I lay on

top of her, kissing her face from behind and nibbling at her rounded earlobes. My

penis thrust wildly and almost without pause, each time penetrating to the very depths of her anus, giving me

immense satisfaction.

Responding to my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned wantonly, twisting her waist and swaying her hips to welcome my thick penis

ravaging her. Her small mouth uttered continuous moans, her fair face now flushed with excitement, and the honey-like juices from

her vagina flowed continuously down her thighs, leaving

lewd wet streaks on her alluring pink stockings, and also wetting my thighs.

Feeling myself on the verge of climax, I suddenly pulled my penis out, exposing a large patch of tender, pink

anal flesh. When only the glans of my menacing penis was still gripped by my mother's little anus, I thrust it in again with tremendous force, pulling

all the exposed anal flesh and the folds of her anus back into her delicate rectum.

I pressed myself firmly against her back, my arms gripping her waist so tightly they almost broke. "Mom, I'm coming!" With

a low penis, pressed against her anus, throbbed violently, and a stream of hot semen shot

deep into her rectum.

"Hmph..." My mother, trembling from the enema, let out a soft moan

, her previously supple body tensing as she endured the impact of my burning semen on her rectum.

After ejaculating, I remained lying on my mother's plump, soft body, unwilling to get down. My mother's highly elastic

rectum tightened in sync with the gradually limp penis after ejaculation, maintaining a tight grip, and I naturally enjoyed

the afterglow.

While casually fondling and kneading my mother's voluptuous body, my thoughts drifted back

to childhood memories I'd shared with her during casual conversations…

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Ever since that summer night when I accidentally saw my mother's snow-white buttocks, I've become

interested in her full and alluring body. Of course, as a mere eight-year-old child, it was just simple curiosity about the opposite sex's

body .

Just like my mother said, in the countryside, married women with children don't pay much attention to privacy with their families, especially their

children . Although my mother stopped bathing with me after I started elementary school last year

, I still had countless opportunities to peek at her body: bathing, changing clothes, going to the toilet…

Basically whenever I wanted to look, she wouldn't deliberately avoid me—you know, back then,

how many of the village kids my age still needed to breastfeed every day!

I once asked my mother, curiously and naively, why her body

was different from the little girls I'd seen in the village. In my mind, the biggest difference between girls and boys was that they didn't have penises. But

my mother was different; she had big, round, white breasts, and her bottom was so perky and round—these were

things my friends and I were proud of when comparing our mothers. Unlike Xiaohu and Chenchen's mothers, who were

the same age as my mother, but had small, dark breasts that weren't white, and although their nipples were large, they were so dark they were almost

repulsive. As for their bottoms, none of them could compare to my mother's; none of them were as round and perky as hers.

Even if some had bigger bottoms than my mother, they were flat like two door panels, making it impossible for me to even look at

them.

My mother had just finished showering and was drying herself when she heard this. She laughed and said that they were still too young, and

that they would be .

"Hmph, Mom is the most beautiful, no one can be like her!" I said unhappily, staring intently at the perfect hemispherical shape of my mother's plump, round buttocks

as she bent over.

My mother was amused by my words and pulled me into her arms, giving me a kiss. "You're such a good

baby , you have such a sweet tongue!"

I didn't realize that my unintentional remark had made my mother so happy, but it was indeed very comfortable to be held in my mother's arms after her fresh shower and her fragrant body

. I took the opportunity to bury my head between my mother's soft, high breasts, pulled down her thin

cotton undershirt, and kissed her—she was already getting ready for bed, and she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, only a

loose -necked undershirt. When I pulled it down slightly, a large expanse of snow-white flesh was revealed.

Mom let out a small gasp, then chuckled, patting my head affectionately.

She let me wriggle against her chest like a little pig for a while before gently patting my head again.

"Alright, son, go to sleep." Mom's face was slightly flushed, but as a young child, I naturally didn't know it was

because I had been kissing and licking her sensitive breasts. Although there was no intention to tease her, it still

aroused her somewhat.

"Okay," I obediently left Mom's warm, soft embrace and climbed into my own bed to sleep.

Mom tidied her slightly disheveled clothes, turned, and got into the big bed she shared with Dad. Looking at

the empty pillow on the other side of the bed, the smile faded from her face, and she sighed silently, a hint of melancholy in her

eyes as she closed them.

Because I had become interested in Mom's body, I always liked to linger by her side after school, not for

any other reason than to have more opportunities to peek at her ample breasts and wide hips. However, I do know a little bit that you can't just look at a

woman's body like that. A while ago, a hoodlum from the neighboring Donglin village peeked at the village chief's daughter-in-law bathing

. When he was caught, he had both his legs broken and was taken to the town police station. So, even though my mother dotes

on me, she wouldn't have imagined that an eight or nine-year-old like me would be

interested in a woman's body (actually, to be precise, only my mother's). I was always very careful when I looked. Even so, the most important thing was

that my mother had absolutely no defenses against me, which allowed me to get my way repeatedly.

But this didn't last long. As the weather gradually cooled and I wore more clothes,

the opportunities to see my mother's exposed skin became fewer and fewer. And children don't have much patience, so my interest in my mother's body gradually

shifted and diminished.

Life seemed to return to its previous uneventful rhythm, with my mother busy with housework and taking care of me every day.

My grandparents were elderly, and besides studying, I spent my days playing wildly with a group of friends. Every day was pretty much the same, except for

the end of the year when my dad came home for the Lunar New Year. That was the time my mom and I looked forward to the most.

Oh, and I haven't talked about my dad yet. Before I started elementary school, my dad

went to work for my uncle, a contractor, in Guangdong. As one of the few high school graduates in the village, and because my uncle and dad

were related by generation (actually, they were about the same age and had been close friends since childhood), my uncle

handed over his accounting duties to my dad. Back then, transportation wasn't as convenient as it is now, and

everyone working to earn more money. So, my dad usually didn't come home until around the 20th of the twelfth lunar month.

My dad's return was always the happiest time for me because he would bring a big bag of delicious food and toys for me,

and of course, for my mom, grandparents, and relatives. At that time,

not many people in the countryside dared to go to southern China to pan for gold, and those who went with him clearly didn't earn as much as my dad. So, every time my dad came home, our whole family

felt incredibly proud.

My mother didn't really care about the pretty clothes my father brought home; she longed to be with

him . Since my father left to seek his fortune, my mother spent over 300 days a year alone,

a lonely and painful experience for a young woman. But her naturally gentle nature

prevented asking my father to stay, especially since my grandparents, relatives, and friends all praised his

success.

My parents were childhood sweethearts, growing up together and even jokingly called a young couple by the villagers.

However, after graduating from elementary school, due to poverty and the need for her two younger brothers to attend school, my mother stopped going.

My father, who was in middle school in town, would come home every week during holidays and go to the grove near the village to teach my mother from her textbooks

.

Frankly, although my mother was skillful, she wasn't particularly gifted at studying; she simply

enjoyed being with my father. So she barely heard a word he said,

just staring blankly at his face, her hands supporting her chin. Often, as my dad would tell her stories,

he would become flustered and incoherent, his

words .

When my dad went to high school in the city, my mom was quite disappointed. The city was

nearly fifty miles from our village, meaning they could only see each other during summer and winter vacations.

So ,

you can imagine the excitement and surprise she felt when she saw my dad, panting and sweating, appearing before her after a long

, listless evening at the village entrance after dinner. For three years of high school, my dad diligently traveled nearly

a hundred , while my mom sewed him a pair of cloth shoes every month.

In the summer of 1982, my dad graduated from high school. After failing the college entrance exam, he had no intention of retaking it and

simply returned to Xilin Village. At that time, even in the city, a high school diploma was considered a mark of education, let alone

in the countryside . As the most educated person in the village, my dad became the village accountant.

Needless to say, returning to the rural home was partly to shoulder the family responsibilities, but more importantly, it was for my mother's sake.

After returning home, the two of them would sneak out to meet whenever they had free time. It was in the

grove where they often met, on a hot afternoon even though it was already autumn, that my father first pinned my mother down, and her

bright red virgin blood stained her white underwear.

Afterwards, my father, like a true gentleman, led my ashamed mother back to the village. He first went to his own home and told my grandparents

, "This is your daughter-in-law! Go and propose marriage!"

When my grandparents, who were initially shocked, came to their senses, they were quite happy about it. In my grandmother's words, my mother

had a big bottom, which meant she would be easy to raise. Moreover, everyone in the village knew her well; they had practically watched her

grow up and understood her temperament and personality. She was indeed a good choice for a daughter-in-law.

In those days in the countryside, it wasn't uncommon for people to be engaged before they reached marriageable age. The next day, my grandparents

sent someone to my mother's house to propose marriage. My maternal grandparents knew their daughter loved my father, and since he

was a good catch in many ways, they readily agreed.

During the Spring Festival of 1983, my parents held a wedding banquet and had a lively wedding. Although

they not yet of legal marriage age, in the countryside, once you had the wedding banquet, you

were considered a couple; registration was secondary. You could get a marriage certificate later when you reached the legal age

. (Note: This situation is still common in my hometown; some of my cousins

became fathers around 20. So I'm assuming it was the same in the 1980s.)

That winter, I was born. When I was five, my father, increasingly feeling there was no future in staying in the countryside,

finally persuaded my reluctant mother to let him go to Guangzhou, a city supposedly paved with gold,

becoming part of the southward migration. My mother stayed home to care for the elderly and the child.

Looking back, I'm quite lucky to be a "post-80s" generation. If it were the 90s, my mom

would most likely have gone to work with my dad, and we wouldn't have had so much time alone together. I

doubt 'd have had the chance to let my mom's plump, white buttocks become my exclusive semen container.

When my dad came home for Chinese New Year, he brought a ton of things for the whole family, as usual. My grandparents were overjoyed, and

although my mom complained about my dad wasting money, she couldn't

hide .

Holding the toy gun and remote-controlled car my dad bought me, I excitedly played with my friends all afternoon

until my grandma called me home for dinner seven or eight times. Only then did I

return home, feeling triumphant, amidst the reluctant gazes of my friends.

After dinner, it was already dark. There wasn't much entertainment in the countryside on a winter night, and after playing so

much in the afternoon, I felt sleepy before eight o'clock. Seeing my eyelids drooping, my dad quickly told my mom to coax me

to bed .

I fell asleep shortly after lying down. Because it was so cold in winter, I had been sleeping in the same bed as my

mom . Now that my dad is back, he set up a small bed for me, but we're still in the same room, since only

my grandparents' and my parents' rooms each have a coal stove for heating.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by the urge to pee. I called out, "Mom, I need to pee."

Before I could finish, I heard my mother's hurried voice, "Bingbing, you...wait a minute, Mom will turn

on the light."

My father mumbled something indistinctly, something like, "...almost there...you really know how to pick your time

..." Still half asleep, I didn't pay attention. I got up, peed, and quickly crawled back under the covers.

Although there was a coal stove for heating, it was still terribly cold getting out of the warm bed.

My mother turned off the light after I lay down, and I yawned widely and closed my eyes. Just

as , I heard my father say a few words to my mother and then call my name in a low voice.

Feeling lazy, I ignored him and kept my eyes closed. After calling out a few times, Dad

said to Mom, "See, I told you she was asleep. Hurry up, I was about to come out, but our son

woke me up in the middle of the night."

Mom chuckled softly, "Alright, alright, look how anxious you are." Then neither of them spoke again, only the soft creaking of the bed

could be heard , mixed with Dad's heavy breathing and Mom's suppressed moans.

This time, I perked up. This was probably what Xiaohu had mysteriously told us about as "fucking a cunt."

Xiaohu told us that if you heard the bed shaking, it meant adults were fucking a cunt, and it seemed like this

was the case.

Although I often heard people arguing and cursing, "Fuck your mother's cunt," I only understood that a woman's cunt shouldn't be fucked by anyone

other than her man. As for what "fucking" and "cunt" meant, I'd never have the chance to know.

Xiaohu and the others had unintentionally seen their fathers riding on top of their mothers, moving back and forth,

but none of them could explain what "fucking a cunt" meant. We tried to imitate the adults and

experience "fucking," but we didn't find it fun at all. I was even worse off, since my dad

was rarely home and I never even had a chance to witness my parents "fucking." This time, I was determined to see it for myself.

With that thought, I perked up and stared wide-eyed at my parents' bed. Unfortunately, reality was

cruel. It was a winter night, and my parents were bundled up tightly under the covers. The lights were off, and even though my

eyes , I could only see a dark, raised mass moving back and forth on their bed.

I couldn't see anything else.

Soon, I lost interest and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. Just then, I heard my dad's already heavy

breathing become even more rapid, and the bed started creaking more violently. A moment later, with a

muffled groan from my dad, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the only sound in the room was my parents' rapid breathing.

After two or three minutes, my mom whispered a few words to my dad, got up, put on a coat, and got out of bed. Hearing

footsteps approaching, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Mom glanced at me, then turned to Dad and whispered, "Thank goodness, Bingbing didn't wake up. You'd better be more careful next time

; it's not good if the child hears you."

Dad chuckled dismissively, "He's just a little kid, what could he understand?"

Mom rolled her eyes at Dad and turned to walk out the door. I opened my eyes a crack and saw Mom's

back : she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and only a pair of close-fitting pink thermal underwear, which

accentuated her full, pert buttocks and long, shapely legs.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes as I watched Mom's soft, slender waist sway naturally as she walked out of the room.

I closed my eyes again, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, but a moment later, the door creaked open, and Mom came back in carrying

a basin of hot water.

Looking at me, who was pretending to be asleep with my eyes closed, Mom placed the basin in the middle of the room and, with her back to me, deftly pulled down her pants

—women are naturally clean-loving, and Mom always washed herself with warm water after making love with Dad .

It was fortunate that it was winter and too cold outside, otherwise Mom wouldn't have washed herself in the room—after all, it

was I was sleeping in their room too! Of course, Mom had no idea that this gave me another

chance to admire her round, full buttocks up close.

Although the dim light wasn't very effective, Mom's plump, white buttocks

appeared even more alluring under the soft, dim light, swaying slightly from side to side with the sound of water, the deep crevice in the middle

making one want to explore it further.

My clean-loving mother carefully washed herself for a minute or two, completely unaware that her young

son on the bed behind her had his gaze almost fixed on her plump, snow-white buttocks…

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