[The Wish Notebook] (01-04) Author: Final Fantasy

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(1)
"On my birthday,
how wonderful it would be if my mother wore her work suit, paired with black stockings, and those 3-inch black high heels to celebrate my birthday."
Next week is my birthday, and I wrote this in my notebook. I have a habit of recording some feelings in my notebook
. It's not a diary, and I don't write every day. Sometimes it's just a few lines, and sometimes it's a whole page.
Since I started watching porn online, the types have always been incest or exhibitionism. I guess it's because I've
only lived with my mother since I was a child, and we have a very close relationship. Over time, this relationship has become a bit out of tune as I've grown up.
With my mother's height of 165 cm, weight of about 55 kg, and measurements of 34C, 24, 36, she has such a good figure
. When I was young and my mind was full of lust, she was a very good object of my fantasies.
My mother's great figure and baby-faced appearance make her
look far younger than 36, and having a 17-year-old son only adds to the surprise. After I entered puberty and grew taller, my mother and I
were often mistaken for siblings when we went out, and I began to see her as a woman.
I would always shower after my mother, masturbating with her underwear. Over the years, I've noticed
the changing styles of her inner beauty; every now and then, I'd see the latest styles on TV in her laundry basket, occasionally
mixed with a few slightly sexy pieces. I was always careful when masturbating, cleaning up after myself, and for a long time
, nothing went wrong.
Because of her job at the bank, my mother had to wear fitted suits, but she always felt uncomfortable and
would change into loungewear as soon as she got home, so I didn't see her very often. Suits were
one of my favorite pieces of her clothing, especially when paired with high heels, which accentuated her long legs and made me hard every time I saw her. That's why I
wrote this down in my notebook.
On my birthday, I returned home with the usual birthday mood. Every year, my mother would
ask me what gift I wanted, buy a nice little cake, and celebrate with me at home, chatting about our work
or school stories. This year was probably no exception.
As a senior in high school, I often came home later than my mother because I was preparing for the university entrance exam. When I got home, she was always dressed in her casual
clothes, having prepared dinner for me. However, today, as soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother still wearing
the same outfit she wore that morning, waiting for me at the door.
"Oh, Mom, you just got back?" I thought she had just arrived.
"No, dinner is all ready, just waiting for you," my mother replied, her face showing something I didn't notice.
Seeing that she hadn't changed her clothes, I immediately thought, "
Could my notebook, hidden in the bottom drawer, have been seen?" I ate dinner and celebrated my birthday with a mix of excitement and trepidation. My mother
didn't change her clothes until she took a shower; she was dressed the same as always, except she wasn't wearing heels because of the wooden floors.
While she was showering, I immediately went back to my room to check my notes, looked at the drawers and the usual arrangement of things,
and it seemed like nothing had been touched. Was my mother's outfit just a coincidence? I couldn't help but ponder.
Yi-ting took off the suit she'd worn all day in the bathroom and looked at her naked reflection in the mirror. Time hadn't
left many marks on her face; her breasts were still firm, her buttocks weren't sagging, her long legs weren't slender, and her skin
remained smooth and elastic—probably due to her regular exercise and skincare. Recalling dinner,
my son acted as usual, but I could still sense the excitement in his eyes.
Actually, Yi-ting discovered her son masturbating with her underwear not long after. Initially, she was
shocked and searched online, concluding that teenagers need appropriate release.
Seeing that her son didn't do anything else and his grades were good, she turned a blind eye
.
However, after several years of this behavior, it seemed to affect Yi-ting. Last year, she had
a wet dream where she and her son were having sex in the living room. When she woke up the next morning, she found her genitals wet
, which terrified her.
Having raised her son alone for so long, Yi-ting occasionally had sexual needs, usually
relieving them through work and exercise. If it didn't work, she would only masturbate once in a long while. However, this wet dream seemed to have awakened her hidden
sexual desires.
After this dream, Yi-ting's mind and body seemed to change unconsciously; her body became more craving, like a long-deprived, resentful
woman. And every now and then, she would dream of making love with her son in different places—at home, in the park,
in the car, and even in public, with passersby watching. Each time she woke up, she was filled with shame. She
initially wanted to use these inappropriate dreams to tell her son to stop
masturbating with her underwear, but she was afraid of affecting his mood and interfering with his studies. Undeterred, she
continued to let it happen as usual.
She thought about how her son had been clinging to her since he was a little kid, and now he was 180 centimeters tall, a strong
young man. She had to look up at him. Sometimes, when she inadvertently saw his genitals bulging in his underwear, she couldn't help but
fantasize about whether it brought her pleasure like in her dreams.
"Sigh..." Pulling herself back from her thoughts, Yi-ting sighed and looked at herself in the mirror again.
A few days ago, I was looking for a document and went to my son's room. I found his notebook in the drawer.
Aside from the more trivial things mentioned earlier, the latest page contained his birthday wish. I thought, "It's just about wearing
my work clothes, no big deal," and decided to grant it.
However, his gaze seemed aggressive, even though his behavior was the same as usual. I couldn't
help but wonder if I was doing the right thing. It felt like I'd opened a forbidden window. Psychologically, I felt
uneasy, but physically, I felt more aroused than usual.
Ever since our first encounter in a dream, I've masturbated every morning to relieve my
heightened sexual desire, making me increasingly sensitive.
Remembering her son's gaze, Yiting began to knead her high breasts with her left hand and touch her
already overflowing lower body with her right hand. She inserted her middle finger into her vagina and kept thrusting and probing inside. Finally, she trembled
and climaxed. After the orgasm, she stared blankly at her flushed face and body in the mirror and sighed again
.
"Mom looks so beautiful in her suit. I wish I could see her looking so beautiful all the time."
Before going to bed, I wrote this sentence in my notebook again. Not sure if my mother had really seen my notebook
, I decided to test her.
(2)
In the two weeks after her birthday, my mother still changed back into her home clothes as usual when she got home. I was
disappointed. It seemed that her birthday was just a coincidence.
During the period after her son's birthday, Yiting resisted the urge to look at her notebook for any new content. In the end,
curiosity overcame reason, and she finally saw her son's new wish.
Yi-ting, nearing middle age, was still quite proud of her appearance, and her son
's admiration proved her charm remained undiminished. Seeing her son's wish and recalling the ardent look in his eyes, Yi-ting
hesitated. After much deliberation, she decided to grant her usually obedient son a small favor.
However, not wanting him to feel entitled, she wore a suit every day after work, then waited
a week before doing it again. Later, the intervals became shorter and shorter because she found she thoroughly enjoyed the
goddess-like gaze her son gave her.
I always thought my mother's outfit on my birthday was an accident, but it seems I was wrong. Recently, my mother
has been consistently wearing suits at home, and the frequency has increased. This proves that my mother did see my note and
is willing to fulfill my wish.
I was overjoyed, thinking that perhaps I could use my notes to build a closer relationship with my mother. However,
I couldn't rush things. I thought carefully; my greatest weapon was my studies. If I could perform better,
my mother would be more tolerant of my wishes. I decided to spend more time on my studies while gradually
breaking down my mother's defenses.
A month after my mother began to change, I wrote something new in my notes.
"I did very well on the recent mock exams. I think it's because I was in a good mood and studied efficiently. It seems like
I have a good chance of getting into Tsinghua University next year."
"I read a report today that almost all breast cancer patients wear bras for more than 12 hours a day.
Home is a place where you can relax. I hope Mom stays healthy."
Seeing her son's new messages again, Yi-ting was filled with two emotions. She was happy that her son's first choice was promising
, but she was also worried about his new demands.
Yi-ting was well aware of her son's request; he wanted her to wear a suit without a bra. However, with her
not-so-small breasts, going braless and wearing a white top with a suit would make her nipples practically
exposed. Moreover, if she complied with her son's request, she didn't know what else might follow. Yi-ting couldn't help
but ponder this deeply.
Although she had already been intimate with her son in her dreams, in reality, Yi-ting lacked the courage due to moral constraints
. Yet, these frequent erotic dreams seemed to be pulling her step by step into an abyss of immorality.
For the next week, although her son acted normally, Yi-ting could still sense the disappointment in his eyes
and his lack of energy. Coupled with his significantly lower test scores that week, Yi-ting finally made up her mind. For her son
's future and to avoid affecting his exam preparation at this stage, she decided to grant his wish.
Today at work, Yiting specifically chose a white blouse with a large, wavy lace collar that would roughly cover half of her chest. Although the effect was limited, she figured every little bit helped, as a mother, 　　it was still embarrassing
for her son to see her prominent nipples . 　　In the evening, while waiting for her son to come home, Yiting mustered the courage to take off her bra and put her blouse back on. Looking in the mirror 　　, she noticed that when she wasn't moving, the collar made her nipples only faintly visible, but any movement 　　made them very obvious. Although she could cover them with a suit jacket, since she started wearing suits at home after work, 　　she'd only worn a top and a tight skirt because she was afraid of feeling restricted. Wearing a jacket now would only make it more obvious, so she had to give up on that 　　idea. 　　When she got home and saw her mother's prominent nipples, she suppressed her joy, thinking that her efforts this week 　　had finally paid off. She deliberately acted dejected and even did poorly on her exams, which finally made her mother 　　give in. 　　At dinner, I chatted and laughed with my mother as usual, but my gaze kept 　　drifting to her prominent nipples. I don't know if she sensed my gaze or if it was because it was the first 　　time her son had seen her like this, but her face turned slightly red, and her movements became a little stiff. 　　Throughout the evening, my emotions were running high. After all, it was the first time I had seen my mother's nipples since I was old enough to understand, 　　even though they were still covered by her clothes, it was already the greatest privilege I could have. 　　Immediately afterward, my mother took a shower. I picked up her underwear from the laundry basket, smelled the milky scent of her bra, 　　and then wrapped her panties around my penis. Recalling the prominent nipples on her face at the dinner table and fantasizing about her showering 　　, I masturbated for twice as long as usual. 　　As Yi-ting prepared to sleep, she sat on the bed, reflecting on the events of the evening. After exposing her breasts for the first time, from 　　initial hesitation to eventual acceptance, she still couldn't quite believe she had actually done what her son wanted. 　　She convinced herself that it was all for his future, and thinking of the smile that unconsciously appeared on his face, she knew he 　　was happy. 　　In the following weeks, her son's grades noticeably returned to normal, further convincing Yi-ting that her actions 　　were correct. 　　Anything never done before, once tried, gains experience and less fear next time, and 　　this was true for Yi-ting as well. After the first time she didn't wear a bra in front of her son, she found it wasn't a big deal, even though his 　　gaze was always somewhat aggressive. After the second and third times, Yi-ting grew accustomed to and even loved this feeling of liberation. 　　She didn't wear one at home on holidays either, feeling more comfortable because her loungewear was thicker and darker than her work clothes, making it less 　　noticeable.

A month later, I noticed that Mom seemed quite used to not wearing a bra at home and even seemed to enjoy it.
I knew I could move on to the next step. I took out my private notebook, which I had named "Wish Notebook,"
and wrote a new message.
"My schoolwork has been going much better lately, even my teachers are surprised, and my classmates are all asking about it. Hehe, what they
don't know is that I have a secret weapon." "
According to medical reports, women's private parts are most prone to inflammation and other diseases due to heat. I hope Mom, this lucky star,
will pay more attention to her health and bring me even better luck."
Was my son telling me not to wear underwear? Seeing the new message in the notebook, Yi-ting guessed. After several times,
she felt her son was gradually leading her into a dangerous area. Although she felt it was inappropriate, remembering the last time her son
's grades had dropped, she couldn't refuse anymore.
Yiting thought again, anyway, I'm not naked from the waist down, he can't see it, so it shouldn't make any difference. Plus,
my recent changes seem to have helped my son with his studies, so I won't be too
resistant to his requests. So, the next day, I was in a state of being completely naked at home.
At first, because of years of habit, I felt very awkward not wearing underwear, and I felt empty in my lower body. But after a while, I liked
the feeling of being well-ventilated and refreshing. Later, except for my period, I never wore underwear.
(3)
During this period, in addition to fantasizing about my mother every day, I focused all my energy on my studies because I had a bigger
plan. But I should also check my recent results.
At dinner that day, I was still watching my mother as I had been these days. My mother was probably used to my gaze and
didn't care at all. Not long after, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the ground and bent down to look for them under the table.
"Didn't you find them? Do you want to get a new pair?" my mother asked when she saw that I didn't get up for a while.
Although it was a bit dark under the dining table, I could still vaguely see my mother's bare genitals under her tight skirt, and glimpses of pubic
hair. I stared blankly, momentarily forgetting to get up.
Yi-ting, seeing her son hadn't gotten up after searching for a long time, finally remembered she wasn't wearing underwear and quickly put her legs together . A
short while later, my son finally got up with his chopsticks.
"It's dark down there, hard to see," I replied, making an excuse.
Yi-ting was a little surprised by her son's sudden move, but having gone over a
month without a bra in front of him, she seemed numb. Her reaction was very composed, unlike
the shyness she felt the first time she went braless. So, habit is a terrible thing.
The plan was a success. Over the past two months, my mother seemed quite used to this level of exposure. With only a few days left until the entrance exam
, we could move on to the next step.
"Mom must be my lucky star, making my grades better and better. I hope that when Mom is with me,
whether at home or out, she can maintain that relaxed mood she has at home, so I can also be infected by that pleasant
atmosphere and bring me good luck."
I know Mom checks my notes every few days, so my plan is to deliberately hide them this time so
she can't find them, and at the same time, do poorly on the university entrance exam. I want Mom to think that I'm depressed because she didn't see my wish,
which makes her feel guilty for not doing well, and then my wish will be easier to fulfill.
Giving up on the university entrance exam is a very bold gamble. With my current grades, everyone is optimistic about my chances, but this is
a crucial step. I can only fight to the death and aim directly for the advanced placement exam.
After the university entrance exam results came out, the son, looking disappointed, gave the report card to Yi-ting and then locked himself in his room.
Seeing her son's report card, Yiting's face immediately turned grim. Her son shouldn't have done so poorly, given his abilities.
She suddenly remembered that she hadn't been able to find his notebook for the week leading up to the university entrance exam. During several outings with him,
she had noticed his low spirits, which she had assumed was due to pre-exam anxiety.
But when she finally found the notebook, the exam was already over. Could it be that she hadn't met his expectations during their subsequent outings,
affecting his mood and causing his poor performance? She felt a pang of guilt; she
should have found the notebook earlier.
She knocked on her son's door, and he replied that he wanted some peace and quiet. Disappointed, Yiting returned to her room.
That night, Yiting had another erotic dream. Perhaps influenced by this incident, in the dream, her son
was even more violent than before, tearing her clothes, roughly kneading her breasts, lifting her skirt and penetrating
her, his large penis thrusting forcefully into her vagina, causing her to climax repeatedly.
The next morning, upon waking and seeing the sheets stained with her own semen, she resolved to try her best to fulfill
her son's requests from now on, prioritizing not affecting his mood.
A few days later, during the holiday, her son suggested going shopping to clear his head. Shiting was overjoyed; her son was finally no
longer depressed. His wish was clear: he wanted her to be completely naked when they were together.
However, looking at the clothes her son had picked out for her,
she hesitated, wondering if they were too revealing. After a moment's hesitation, remembering what she'd written in her notebook, she finally changed.
Looking in the mirror, she saw a white, low-cut, round-neck long t-shirt with some floral embellishments. Perhaps it was
a winter style, as the clothes were a bit thick, but because of the white color, her nipples were still quite prominent. She
wore a gray, slightly wide-hemmed cotton skirt that reached her knees. Although not short, it was the first time she'd been completely naked in public, and she still felt
a little insecure.
Before leaving, her son saw her outfit and smiled, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time, and casually handed her a small jacket.
"Mom, even though it's spring, it's still a bit chilly. You should put on your coat," my son said.
"Okay," I replied happily.
Feeling his thoughtfulness, and not knowing if he was genuinely worried I'd get cold or concerned about others seeing me inappropriately,
I put on his favorite high heels, and we went out together.
We first went to a supermarket to buy some household items, and around noon, we stopped at a casual dining area in the supermarket for lunch.
My son specifically asked the waiter for a corner seat.
"Mom, this restaurant is a bit warm, so you don't need to wear so much," my son hinted, suggesting I take off my coat.
Looking around, since the seat was in a corner, and my back was turned, probably no one would notice.
Having already resolved to cheer my son up today, I didn't say anything more and took off my coat.
Although I'm used to going braless at home, and only my son has seen me do this, it was the first time I'd done it in public. The
feeling was indescribable; even though I was wearing clothes, I felt somewhat naked, especially since my
long white t-shirt was rather fitted, further emphasizing my ample bosom and prominent nipples.
When the waiter came to take our order, I felt like I was back to the first time I went braless in front of my son—a little shy
and flustered. Luckily, the waiter was a woman, so it wasn't too embarrassing. At that moment, the waiter seemed to notice my
unusual attire, her eyes widening as if she couldn't believe it. I quickly looked down at
the menu.
Seeing the waiter's surprised expression, I couldn't help but get an erection. The waiter who brought the food later also showed the same
expression, making me even more aroused. I quickly ate while chatting with my mother about other things, gradually calming my
erection down.
Having been exposed at home for a while, Mom seemed to get used to it quickly. When the waiter came to refill her water a few times
, she wasn't so reserved anymore, and even thanked the waiter generously. When it was time to leave after the meal,
Mom even forgot to put her coat back on; it seems she really has the potential to be exposed.
Today's main purpose was to buy Mom's future clothes, so after buying my clothes, we went to a
women's shoe store.
"Mom, your high heels are a bit dirty, let's buy another pair. Also, summer will be here soon, let's
buy a pair of sandals too,"
Yiting said, looking at her current shoes. They weren't that dirty, so why would her son say that? Suddenly
remembering that the new ones were for indoor wear, she obediently took the new high heels and sat down to try them on.
The fitting chairs in most shoe stores are actually quite low. After my mother sat down, her skirt rode up to about ten
centimeters above her knees. As the saleswoman squatted down in front of her to help check her size, I saw a shocked look on her face.
I think she must have seen my mother's bare genitals. My mother probably noticed the saleswoman's odd behavior, calmly put
her legs together, and smiled at the saleswoman. Seeing the saleswoman's surprised expression, I smiled too.
In the end, we bought a pair of black high heels for work and another pair of open-toe high-heeled sandals. Afterwards, we went to another women's
clothing store. Luckily, there were no other customers, and the saleswoman greeted us very warmly. Actually, I specifically chose
stores with only female saleswomen, afraid that my mother would be uncomfortable around male saleswomen, which would greatly diminish the experience.
Just as I helped my mother take off her coat, revealing her obvious breasts and prominent nipples, the saleswoman paused for a moment and said,
"You have a nice figure, miss." Perhaps because clothing store employees are used to seeing all sorts of unusual clothes, she wasn't particularly impressed.
"It's alright, it's more comfortable wearing this,"
Mom joked with the shop assistant, probably because she'd been out and about for a while today.
I helped her choose two outfits. The indoor set featured a cream-colored, round-neck, sleeveless silk top with a highlight: the armpit
openings were much larger than usual, making it easy to see her entire chest with just a slight lift of her arm.
The bottom was a light brown Lycra bodycon skirt about 20 centimeters above the knee.
The outdoor set consisted of a black, deep V-neck top with three-quarter sleeves, the V-neck reaching just below the bust, and three buttons in the middle
fastening the hem on both sides. If unbuttoned, it would look like a small jacket. The skirt was a bohemian-style
long skirt, uniquely featuring a row of buttons along the side, which, when unbuttoned, resembled a long piece of fabric.
In addition, I also chose a red dress similar to a formal dress. This dress is even more special. The back
is completely open all the way to the buttocks. In the front, two straps about half the size of the chest extend from the neck and cross below the chest
to connect to the dress. It can be said to be a dress that exposes the breasts.
Yi Ting looked at the special clothes her son had chosen for her this time. Although she was a little confused,
she paid for it readily because she wanted to make her son happy today.
(4)
There is still some time before the college entrance examination. I can prepare my studies and discipline my mother at the same time. However, the time has
not yet come. I have no new instructions for my mother. I focus on my studies for the time being. I have achieved good
results in several mock exams, which makes my mother very happy. She thinks that she has gotten rid of the shadow of the college entrance examination.
"The weather has started to get hot recently. The clothes I chose for my mother before are very suitable for summer. Whether at
home or outside, you will not feel hot."
After a long time, I finally saw my son's new message. I thought that the clothes I bought before that I had not yet worn
would finally come in handy.
After changing into the indoor outfit my son had instructed me to wear, I felt even more exposed, especially the skirt. As long as I sat
on the chair with my legs open, my lower body was completely exposed. Before, although I was also
practically naked, the suits were always more normal, unlike what I was wearing now, which felt almost the same as not wearing anything at all
.
When my son came home from school and saw my new clothes, his face lit up, especially his eyes
, which widened as if he wanted to see right through me. Seeing his happy expression made it all worthwhile.
My son put his backpack back in his room and came out to prepare dinner.
"The weather's really getting hot," he said.
Looking at my son wearing only a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts, the bulging part of the underwear
, its size and shape, vaguely matched my dream. This time, I couldn't close my eyes. Thinking of the scene in my dream
, my vagina began to itch, and I felt like I was starting to get wet.
Yiting ate dinner absentmindedly, because looking at her son sitting shirtless at the table
, she couldn't help but wonder if his lower body was as large as she dreamed. She ate while thinking about it, feeling her arousal
almost overflowing.
After dinner, Yiting sat on the sofa in the living room, rubbing her feet. Since
her son had bought indoor high heels, he often wore them while home and also to work during the day, so they were sometimes uncomfortable.
Seeing her mother massaging her feet, she thought, "This is a good opportunity."
"Mom, I'm resting after studying, let me massage your feet!" she said, her tone leaving no room for refusal
.
"Oh, okay!" her mother replied, looking at her.
I sat with my legs apart on the armchair directly in front of my mother, lifting one of her legs and placing it
in front of the underwear I was wearing, and began to massage her. My mother was wearing a short, tight-fitting brown skirt,
and the massage position had pulled the hem up so high it barely covered her pubic hair, her labia barely
visible. The sight made my penis quickly become erect, creating a tent in my underwear.
My mother's feet were a little different from most people's; her toes were shorter, which looked quite cute, supposedly hereditary
. I started with the soles of her feet, from heel to toe, applying varying pressure with my thumbs. For her toes
, I used my thumb and forefinger to gently pull and pull each foot.
I watched as my mother closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it. Then I moved to her calves, and as I
leaned forward, the sole of her foot pressed against the bulge of my lower body, and I felt her tremble
slightly.
As I massaged her calves down to her knees, my mother's body temperature seemed to rise. Even through her underwear,
I think we could both feel each other's warmth. While massaging her, my gaze was fixed
on her genitals. I could vaguely see some water droplets on her pubic hair; it seemed she was aroused.
As I continued up her thighs, she seemed to tremble more violently. I thought, "Don't rush things
; let's stop here for today. That way, she'll look forward to next time." So I stopped roughly at the mid-thigh
, massaging the other leg in the same way.
After the massage, my mother went to take a shower. Seeing the spot where she had been sitting covered in her vaginal fluids, it seemed
she was aroused by my touch.
Yi-ting looked at her flushed face in the mirror in the bathroom, thinking, "My son has almost seen all my private parts
, and he must have noticed that I couldn't help but climax. If he
asked me to have sex now, I would probably agree without hesitation!" Because I wanted to verify if it was as
ecstatic as in my dreams,
I massaged my mother periodically to increase her desire. The results were surprisingly
good, so I thought I should take it a step further.
It happened to be the weekend, and after dinner, I specifically told my mother not to shower so early, but
to go for a walk later. My mother didn't suspect anything, probably thinking I was bored from studying and needed some fresh air.
My mother changed into another outfit I had bought her earlier; of course, she was completely naked next to me . However, I waited until 11 pm before saying we should leave, because 　　it was better
not to let too many people see us the first time . 　　My mother and I walked to a nearby park. The park was quite large; a leisurely walk around it took about two or three 　　minutes. There was a path about a meter wide around the perimeter, usually crowded with people walking or jogging. 　　When we arrived, it was almost midnight, and we only saw a man and a woman jogging. That was just the right number for a beginner's exposure 　　. 　　Because we were going for a walk, I didn't let Mom wear her usual high-heeled sandals, but rather her regular walking shoes. 　　I deliberately walked a little faster than usual, and after two laps around the park with Mom, 　　a few beads of sweat began to appear on her face and her snow-white, high breasts. 　　"Mom, you seem too hot. Do you want me to help you cool down?" I asked, looking at Mom expectantly. 　　"Ah, of course! I'm a little hot now, but how?" Mom asked, looking puzzled. 　　I first unbuttoned the front of Mom's three-quarter sleeve top, leaving only the first button below the V-neck, 　　so that her entire stomach was exposed, and I could vaguely see the lower edge of her breasts. Then I 　　unbuttoned the entire row of buttons on her long skirt, leaving only the top three buttons, and turned the skirt 90 degrees so that 　　the buttons that were originally on the side were now in the front. 　　Throughout the whole process, Mom completely complied with me as I adjusted her, only her expression was slightly different. After I finished, I stood 　　in front of Mom and nodded in satisfaction. 　　"Hmm...this is definitely much cooler," Mom replied, a little surprised. 　　After the change, Mom's exposed body was more revealing. Since only one button remained on her top, the fastened part 　　was pushed up by her breasts, making it increasingly high, exposing the lower half of her breasts. Then there was her skirt; because the opening 　　was at the front and only the top was fastened, her legs were exposed when she walked, and in brighter light, 　　a bit of pubic hair could be seen. 　　At first, Mom was probably uncomfortable, hiding behind me and walking awkwardly. However, perhaps due to 　　good habits developed at home, after a while, probably because it was dark and the two runners were running very 　　fast and wouldn't notice, she started walking alongside me and returned to her normal, natural state. 　　After walking a lap, I saw the male runner seemed to have finished and was walking slowly. Suddenly, an idea struck me: since we 　　were currently following the two runners in the same direction, after measuring the distance, Mom and I would switch to walking in opposite directions. 　　Just as we approached a streetlamp, the male runner also walked by. As we passed each other, I clearly 　　saw the look of surprise on his face. My mother probably noticed his expression too; she lowered her head shyly. After all 　　, it was the first time another man had seen her like this. Although she was used to her current attire, it was different to be seen by others. 　　A similar situation occurred when we encountered another female runner, but my mother seemed less bothered by being seen by a woman 　　. After a few more laps, my mother seemed to relax. When she passed the two runners, she acted as if 　　nothing was wrong. However, every time she encountered the male runner, he would stare intently, frequently turning back after we passed each other 　　.

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