The two godmothers

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Enrolling in nine-year compulsory education is very simple; you just need to register the name of the primary school and your name, then pay the tuition. However, because we were late in the morning, we arrived at the busiest time of day. My mother's attire was considered fashionable and avant-garde in our small town. Apart from a new young teacher wearing black stockings, my mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings. Especially since they were shiny, my mother's beautiful legs became a major attraction; people stared at them wherever we went. My usually poised mother, perhaps worried about revealing her underwear, kept her legs tightly closed, a little reserved, her face flushed with shyness.

Luckily, the school was nearby and we knew someone, so we didn't have to wait in line for long. Someone called my mother over, and we brazenly went through the back door, paid, and left. The people registering were either students or parents from out of town, and no one said anything. Perhaps unable to bear the stares, my mother thanked the person and then quickly pulled us away from the school as if we were escaping.

Once outside the school gate, we quickly turned left, leaving the main road and taking a shortcut through the side streets. The reason we didn't take this route on the way here was because we had to cross a dried-up riverbed. As far back as I can remember, this river has been dry, and the riverbed is covered with dense weeds and trees. We were walking quickly and didn't notice a boy who looked like a primary school student secretly following us.

There was a plant called cocklebur among the weeds; its burrs would stick to people's clothes if touched. On the way back, Mom walked in front, and Erpang and I followed behind. Erpang and I chatted casually, and I noticed several cocklebur burrs already hanging on Mom's beautiful legs in her stockings. Gradually, I noticed Erpang was also distracted. I glanced at him and saw he was staring intently at Mom's stockinged legs. At that moment, besides a little sourness, I felt a strange thrill. My heart started racing. Having played with Erpang since childhood, he could sense my unease and was affected by my emotions, like the contagious tension before we did something naughty.

Feeling my mouth was a little dry, I coughed lightly and then touched Erpang's hand. Erpang leaned closer, just like everyone else. I whispered to him, "Aren't my mom's legs in stockings beautiful?" Only when I spoke did I realize my voice was trembling. Erpang nervously replied, "Yes, beautiful." Hearing his answer, my heart started racing. I calmed myself, took a deep breath, and whispered again, "Want to touch them?" Erpang: "Yes." Just like always, I was the one who came up with the ideas for mischief, and Erpang just followed along, not saying much. I quickly felt a rush of heat to my head, and an idea instantly formed in my mind: "Later, you help my mom pick some cockleburs. Be slow, and you can take the opportunity to touch them. If no one says anything, save one or two to touch a little longer. Remember to pretend you're picking cockleburs while you secretly touch them, don't look up." Erpang: "Okay."

I grabbed a handful of cockleburs that passed by, taking a few burrs. Then, aiming for my mom's right foot, I threw them at her. Perhaps it was fate, but just then, Mom lifted her foot. There was a gap between her stockinged foot and her shoe, and while two or three corneas were still caught on the stocking, one had fallen into her shoe. As soon as Mom's foot touched the ground, I heard a soft cry. She couldn't put weight on her right foot and could only stand on one leg. She was wearing high heels, and even touching the ground with her toes wasn't enough to keep her steady. I quickly went to support her, feigning concern, and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?" Mom said, "Something got into my shoe." I said, "Let me get it off you." Mom cooperated and lifted her foot. I took off her high heels and saw that the cornea was still hanging on the sole of her foot. I deliberately bent down quickly to remove it, and Mom suddenly lost her balance and fell again. I stood up to support her and hooked one arm around her knee, saying, "Erpang, help me get it off." Then I gave Erpang a wink. Erpang, knowing this was my chance, quickly came over and said, "Okay!" After coming over, Erpang squatted down, grabbed Mom's stockinged foot, and placed it on his lap. Then he began to remove the cornea from Mom's foot. My mother's little feet trembled slightly.

I said to Erpang, "There's one hanging from the sole of your foot too. Can't you see it? Feel it to find it." Erpang naturally started feeling the sole of my mother's foot. My mother noticed something was wrong and gave me a reproachful look, then said, "Erpang, just help Auntie remove it from the sole of her foot. I'll take care of it myself when we get home." Erpang said, "It's okay, Auntie, I'll be done in a bit."

I saw that my mother seemed a little reluctant, so I quickly looked around. We were in the middle of the riverbed, surrounded by trees and waist-high weeds. I didn't see anyone. Then I let go of my mother's knee and moved my hand down her thigh towards her crotch. My mother felt my hand touching her lower body, glared at me, and then pinched my waist. But she didn't use too much force; it hurt, but she could bear it. In that moment of hesitation, my hand had already touched my mother's vulva. I skillfully used two fingers of one hand to separate my mother's vulva, then pressed my middle finger on my mother's clitoris and began to gently rub it. Caught off guard by my sudden attack, Mom let out a soft moan. She nervously glanced at Erpang, who, remembering my instructions, pretended to pick burrs without looking up. Seeing Erpang's lack of reaction, Mom slapped me, turned her upper body towards me, placed her hands on my arms, and rested her head on my shoulder. Afraid of making a sound, she bit my t-shirt. I slowed my rubbing, giving Mom a moment to catch her breath before whispering in my ear, "Good son, stop."

I whispered back, "Is it exciting?"

Mom didn't answer, and slapped me again. I continued rubbing her clitoris, and Mom's eyes began to glaze over. She bit my t-shirt tightly, panting. When my hand touched Mom's vulva, I felt a small section of the stocking was outside. It must have been a small piece left when Mom inserted it into her vagina. It was already dry, but after a few rubs of Mom's clitoris, I felt the stocking was wet. Even though Mom is very sensitive, she hadn't been wet this quickly. I knew this scene would be very exciting for Mom. Sure enough, Mom suddenly trembled, and although she was biting my t-shirt, she still let out a soft moan. Mom had an orgasm under this unusual stimulation. I gently rubbed Mom's vulva and anus. Mom recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, and then whispered in my ear, "You brat, you have to humiliate your mother, don't you?"

I chuckled and pointed down there with my chin. Mom looked over and saw that Erpang was still holding Mom's flesh-colored stockinged feet and stroking them back and forth, and also touching her calves. Mom saw my erection and whispered in my ear, "Isn't it exciting to watch Mom being touched by someone else?" No

one knows a son better than his mother. My heart started racing and I said in a trembling voice, "Mmm."

Mom pinched my face lightly: "You little rascal, you're just humiliating me."

My heart was pounding. I looked at my mom and said, "Let Erpang come over for lunch, okay?"

Mom hesitated for a long time, knowing what I meant, before finally saying, "Okay."

I was so excited my voice was trembling. "Erpang, are you done? Let's go to my house to play video games. We'll have lunch here." Erpang reluctantly put down Mom's stockinged feet. I handed him Mom's high heels, and he clumsily put them on. Mom was incredibly shy.

Then I let go of Mom, and she immediately turned around and continued walking. Erpang slowly stood up, still bent over. I knew he was also aroused. I asked him, "Does it feel good?"

Erpang: "So smooth, Auntie's feet are so soft."

I: "Come to my house, I can let you touch them again."

Erpang looked at me excitedly: "Really?"

I: "Have I ever lied to you?"

Erpang was so excited he was incoherent: "No, um... I..." Then his eyes dimmed and he fell silent.

I knew exactly what he was thinking. He hadn't had a mother since he was little; his father worked away from home. He lived with his grandmother. He often ate at my house, but our houses weren't that different. Seeing his forlorn look, I said, "That's our mom."

Erpang glanced at me, his eyes a little red. I put my arm around his shoulder: "Let's go."

Before leaving, I inexplicably looked back and saw some grass moving in the distance. Without thinking much of it, I quickly caught up with my mom. After that, there weren't so many burrs on the road.

Going down the riverbed was easy, but navigating the steep sections was difficult, especially since Mom had just had an orgasm and her legs were a bit weak. Plus, she was wearing high heels. To maintain her balance, Mom could only slowly make her way up, bending over. We followed behind her, getting a close look at her beautiful legs in stockings, our erections constantly peeking out. I reached out and supported Mom's buttocks, pushing her upwards. Mom blushed, turned her head, slapped me, and continued walking. Seeing her reaction, I pushed her short skirt up a bit. Mom didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Then Erpang and I saw what was under Mom's skirt—her wet vulva, a section of her stockings peeking out. It was barely concealed as she walked. Having already ridden Mom countless times, I couldn't resist the urge to take her right there and then. Erpang was even more uncontrollable, his heavy breathing landing on Mom's legs. This startled Mom, and she turned to look at us, realizing from our expressions that she had been exposed. Then she slapped me: "You bastards, are you trying to die?"

We both laughed and I pushed her up the steep slope with my swaying buttocks. The path was short; after the slope, it was almost my house. I opened

the door and we went inside. Inside, Mom was sitting on the bed, and we sat opposite her. Suddenly, the three of us fell silent. Mom shyly lowered her head, fiddling with her skirt. Erpang blushed, his head also down. I was so nervous that I forgot to close the door when I came in. I got up and went to close it. They glanced at me but didn't say anything. I closed the door, then went back inside, drew the curtains, and turned on the light. Mom's shiny stockings reflected a soft glow under the light. Her legs, tightly closed, were tilted to one side. Her toes, encased in stockings, peeked out from her peep-toe shoes, looking so small and cute. Mom's shy expression at that moment truly made our blood boil.

The awkward scene continued, and my mind became increasingly chaotic. I was just trying to say something, and then I blurted out the wrong thing. In this kind of situation, I should have said something romantic or flirtatious, but instead I blurted out, "Mom, Erpang has been with us since he was little. He doesn't have a mother, so you're the same as his mother. We're both your sons." I don't know why I said that. It made Mom's eyes red, and Erpang burst into tears. Mom gave me a reproachful look, then got up and hugged Erpang. Erpang, held by Mom, buried his head between her breasts and started crying loudly, saying, "Auntie, I've always wanted to call you Mom." Mom said,

"Okay, Erpang, from now on you'll call me Mom. Don't call me Auntie anymore. You're Mom's son."

Erpang: "Mom..."

Mom: "Oh, good son."

Erpang cried for a while longer, and Mom gently comforted him. Erpang, no longer reserved, hugged Mom's waist.

Seeing that things were going well, I joked, "You two chat for a bit, I'll go make dinner." Then Mom asked me to fry some dumplings. I went to the kitchen to get busy. From the kitchen door, one could see some of the scene in the bedroom. While frying dumplings, she watched the scene unfold.

It was hard to hear what they were saying. All that could be seen was the mother speaking, her face slowly turning red, and Erpang blushing along with her. Then, the mother looked into Erpang's eyes and nodded. Erpang's hands, which were around the mother's waist, began to move downwards. They touched her buttocks, then slowly slid down to her thighs. After caressing her thighs for a while, he moved down to her calves. The mother took off her high heels and placed her stockinged feet on Erpang's lap. Erpang then hugged the mother's calves and stockinged feet, beginning to caress them. After a while, the mother became unsteady on her feet, having had several orgasms while standing that day. Her legs were visibly trembling. Then, the mother sat on Erpang's lap, her beautiful stockinged legs resting on the bed. Erpang had one arm around the mother's waist, and the other hand caressed her stockinged legs, focusing most on her stockinged feet. For some reason, Mom's face was flushed with shyness as she looked at her stockinged legs and stroked them back and forth.

Erpang said something, and Mom nodded, her face still red. Then Erpang's hand slid down her inner thigh towards her skirt, and Mom obediently parted her legs to make it easier for him. Suddenly, Mom jerked back. She quickly grabbed Erpang's hand, pulled it out from under his skirt, and looked at his fingers. Mom slapped Erpang's hand, and he chuckled. Then Mom got up, put on her slippers by the bed, and found the nail clippers. She sat back down on Erpang's lap and started trimming his nails. After trimming them, she filed all of Erpang's nails. She took a towel from the table and wiped Erpang's hands. Then Mom let go of Erpang's hand and picked up his other hand to start trimming his nails. Erpang's hand, however, wasn't idle; it quickly slid down her inner thigh and under her skirt. Mom had one leg on the bed, the other in a slipper on the floor, spread apart. She was saying something to Erpang, and then Erpang's hand slowly emerged from under her skirt. Mom's leg trembled slightly. When Erpang's hand came out, he was holding a pair of soaking wet stockings. Looking at the stockings, Mom's face turned as red as an apple. Erpang smelled them, then put them on the bed. He said something again. Erpang's hand continued to caress Mom's stockinged leg. After a while, it slipped under her skirt along the inside of the stocking. Mom's legs, which had been spread apart, suddenly clamped together. Her mouth opened in an "O" shape. I knew this was Mom's expression when she was being penetrated. Erpang was fiddling with Mom's clitoris with his fingers. Mom pressed Erpang's hand to her chest, closed her eyes, and tilted her head slightly back. Erpang's hands were kneading Mom's breasts with one hand, while the other hand was moving under her skirt.

At this moment, I finished making the dumplings and brought them into the room, placing them on the table. Erpang grinned foolishly at me, while Mom kept moaning, "Ah... um... um... ah... um... Erpang... um... so deep... um..."

At that moment, I couldn't tell if I felt a sour feeling or excitement; my emotions were incredibly complex. However, the erection revealed my true feelings.

Watching Mom enjoy herself under Erpang's ministrations was incredibly alluring and stimulating. I went over and sat next to Erpang, placing Mom's stockinged legs, which were on the bed, on my lap, and then caressed her legs and stockinged feet. It was clear Mom was already very aroused. I said to Erpang, "Kiss her." Erpang then kissed Mom's lips. Erpang had no experience; it was just a simple lip-to-lip contact. Mom's teeth weren't closed; she was habitually waiting for the other person to take her tongue. I said somewhat helplessly, "Stick your tongue out and lick Mom's tongue with your tongue." Although Erpang wasn't a talkative person, he was very talented in terms of physical skills. Seeing Erpang's mouth open slightly, he quickly made a move. While French kissing, Erpang's fingers were also busy, probing under his mother's skirt. Thanks to his exceptional athleticism, even as his mother was starting to pant, Erpang continued the French kiss. Finally, under Erpang's long first kiss, his mother succumbed to his three-pronged attack and reached orgasm. After the climax, they finally separated, his mother panting with her mouth open.

This was his third orgasm that morning. She looked a little weak, slumped against Erpang's chest, and Erpang, holding her tightly, even said, "Mom, you're so beautiful."

His mother gently slapped him: "You smooth talker, do you like Mom?"

Erpang: "Yes. I even want to marry you."

His mother smiled: "Nonsense." Then she made Erpang take his hand out. Reluctantly, Erpang pulled his hand out from under his mother's skirt, noticing that three of his fingers looked like they had been soaked in water. Erpang saw a clear liquid between his fingers, stringing together, and smelled it. He then put it in his mouth and licked it off.

His mother, watching him, blushed and asked, "Is it tasty?"

Erpang replied, "Delicious, so fragrant!"

His mother playfully slapped him, then got off, put on her slippers, and sat back on her bed. After sitting up straight, she said seriously to Erpang, "Erpang, from now on we're mother and son. Whether we're actually mother and son or not, what happens between us can't be known to anyone else. Do you understand?" Erpang said,

"I know, Mom. I won't tell anyone."

His mother said, "It's not that I won't tell anyone, it's that this never happened, you know? Right now, your main focus is on studying. If you have any needs, Mom will fulfill them if she can. If this gets out, Mom will have no face to show."

My mother had said these things to me before. Erpang, probably deeply moved by what his mother said, stood up excitedly: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely study hard. I won't tell anyone about this." Looking at Erpang's serious face, he really seemed to be serious. If it weren't for the big tent, I would have believed him.

Mom found her appearance and the tent she'd set up amusing, but after a chuckle, she said seriously, "What you were doing in the riverbed just now was going too far. What if someone saw us?"

I said, "I looked around, there was no one there. Just weeds and trees. I couldn't see what we were doing."

Mom glared at me: "No one? A kid saw us."

I said, "You saw us?"

Mom said, "I saw it later, I don't know how much he saw."

I said, "Do you know who it was?"

Mom said, "No, not from our village. I've never seen him before."

I said, "Then it should be okay, at least it looked like you were just picking cockleburs for us."

Mom said, "How can it be normal for a woman like me to be hugged by two young men? If it weren't for Erpang, I would have slapped you right then and there."

I lowered my head and didn't say anything. Erpang opportunely said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Mom was soft-hearted, otherwise she wouldn't have let me do whatever I wanted. Looking at Erpang, her maternal love overflowed again. She sighed, "Sigh, I must have owed you something in my past life." Let's eat first.

We were both relieved, and quickly got ready to eat. I was okay, since I'd already ejaculated that morning. With the experience I'd gained from my mother's "practice," my penis was still under control. Erpang, however, was still a virgin, a genuine little boy who'd never even masturbated. The techniques he'd used to play with my mother's vagina were all taught to him by her and he'd deliberately cooperated. This virile little boy couldn't resist the allure of my mother's mature and sexy body. His erection was constantly visible, and my mother, seeing Erpang's expression, wanted to laugh. Then she told Erpang, "You do it yourself." Erpang didn't understand what my mother meant. I was his only friend; I hadn't taught him, and no one else had. He looked at my mother with confusion. My mother looked at Erpang, then at me.

I said somewhat jokingly, "That was his first time experiencing this."

My mother gave me a complicated look, then looked at Erpang. Erpang was still confused about what we were doing. Then he looked at my mother again. I'd noticed before that Erpang often looked at my mother. Now that our relationship was official, Erpang was even more constantly watching my mother, as if he was afraid of losing her. I don't know what Mom was thinking. Maybe she was thinking that, as a child with a mother, I've enjoyed countless times with her. But Erpang, at his age, doesn't understand anything.

I guess Mom's maternal love was overflowing again. Mom stood up first, walked to Erpang's side, and then made him stand up too. After Erpang stood up, Mom squatted down. Mom grabbed Erpang's shorts and pulled them down along with his underwear. Erpang has always lived with his grandmother, who is a clean old lady. So, although Erpang lives in the countryside, he's not like those country kids who are all mud-brickly. His clothes, though a bit old, are always quite clean. And Erpang has very fair skin, a chubby little white guy. I never expected Erpang's penis to be as white as his skin. Although I've seen it many times, this is the first time I've seen it so clearly when erect. Erpang's penis isn't long, and the thickness is average, but surprisingly, it has a large glans. Actually, calling Erpang's glans a glans isn't quite right; the correct description is a mushroom head. I don't know how that thing grew.

Mom was also very surprised after seeing it. Maybe she was surprised by how clean Erpang was, or maybe she was surprised by the appearance of his penis. Erpang's glans was deep red. The white penis and the large red glans were visually striking. Mom held Erpang's penis in her hand and slowly moved it back and forth. Erpang immediately let out a long, comfortable sigh. While moving her hand, Mom said to Erpang, "Erpang, you can do this yourself in the future. But don't do it too often, okay?"

Erpang: "I only do this when I miss Mom."

Mom: "Hmm, if you miss Mom, Mom will do it for you."

Erpang: "Mom, you're so good."

Mom: "If I'm not good to you, who else am I good to?" When Mom's hand touched Erpang's glans, Erpang clearly flinched. Mom, being an experienced woman, knew what was going on. She was probably also curious about that large glans. Mom looked up at Erpang, who was looking down at her touching his penis. Then Mom said to Erpang, "Watch carefully."

Erpang: "Hmm, what are you looking at? Oh... Mom... Ah..." Mom opened her mouth and slowly took Erpang's large glans into her mouth. Mom's "Watch carefully" was directed at Erpang, but also at me. She glanced at me deliberately as she spoke. Her movements were slow when she took Erpang's glans in her mouth. I could see it clearly; Erpang's large, red glans slowly entered my mother's mouth, stretching it open. Then, my mother's hands stroked Erpang's penis while her mouth and tongue serviced his large glans. There was a sucking motion. I knew my mother's oral sex skills. Erpang couldn't withstand this stimulation. Instinctively, he thrust forward, wanting his penis to penetrate deeper into my mother's mouth. My mother knew Erpang's intentions, so she released her grip on his penis, placed her hands on his waist, and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. Although my mother intended to let Erpang do as he pleased, she still made some attempts to avoid him. Erpang instinctively cupped my mother's face with his hands to facilitate his manipulation. Erpang's glans was too large; without cushioning, it was still a little uncomfortable for my mother in her mouth. Soon, my mother couldn't take it anymore. She spat out Erpang's penis, then used her little hands to stroke it. Erpang's glans, glistening with her saliva, was red and shiny. When her hand touched his glans, Erpang didn't flinch. Her mother gave him a reproachful look and said, "You brat, are you trying to kill me?"

Erpang grinned sheepishly, "Mom, it felt so good just now."

Her mother paused, "So you're not feeling good now?" Erpang

: "It feels good, it feels good now, it felt good just now too."

Her mother continued, "You know how to talk." Then she quickened her pace.

Erpang: "Mmm... Mom... it feels so good... Mom thinks I'm about to come."

Her mother glanced at Erpang and then at me, saying, "Watch carefully, you only get one chance." Then she opened her mouth and took Erpang's penis in. Erpang cupped her face and began thrusting rapidly, his white penis going in and out of her mouth. Perhaps because the glans was too big, it didn't come out completely. But you could see the glans moving in and out of her mouth. After such a long period of service, Erpang finally ejaculated for the first time. He moved his hands to hold his mother's head tightly, pressing it down to his crotch, while thrusting his hips, plunging his large penis deep into her throat. You could see the glans of his penis stretching her throat. The first ejaculation of a virgin was quite heavy. His mother kept swallowing. Erpang thrust once after each ejaculation, a total of seven or eight times. On the fourth ejaculation, his mother pushed him away slightly. Although she allowed him to ejaculate into her mouth, she prevented him from ejaculating deep into her throat because she couldn't breathe. She quickly swallowed what was in her mouth. With Erpang's last thrust, his mother kissed the glans of his penis, allowing him to ejaculate into her mouth. This time, she could clearly see how much he ejaculated. The last ejaculation was the least, but it still almost filled his mother's mouth. If the previous ejaculations hadn't been deep into her throat, his mother probably wouldn't have been able to swallow so quickly.

After Erpang ejaculated, Mom even used her tongue to clean his glans. It was clear that her little hands were attracting Erpang's glans, squeezing out all the semen from his penis. After doing all this, Erpang put on his clothes. Mom looked at me, opened her mouth, and I saw it was full of semen. Then Mom closed her mouth and swallowed. When she opened her mouth again, it was empty. At this point, my penis was about to explode. Watching what Mom had just done, I kept masturbating, feeling like I was close to ejaculating. Mom could tell I was about to ejaculate, so she came over, knelt down, and took my penis in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around my glans, sucking and moving quickly back and forth. I ejaculated into Mom's mouth. I ejaculated twice, the amount being slightly more than Erpang's single ejaculation. Mom swallowed it all.

After swallowing my semen, Mom said seductively, "Was it good?"

I nodded, "Yes, it was good. Very exciting."

Mom: "Was it exciting when Erpang fucked my pussy?"

I was so excited I couldn't speak, I could only say "Mmm. Mmm." Then I nodded.

Mom pinched my thigh: "You're just humiliating me."

I: "This isn't humiliating me, he's still your son."

Mom looked at me with a teasing expression: "Yes, that's right. He's still my son."

I knew that Mom's expression meant something bad was about to happen. I thought about it carefully but couldn't think of anything. Then I said, "That's how it is."

Mom: "Yes, that's right. Let's eat first."

Then we started eating, Erpang and I wolfed down our food. But Mom only ate a few bites and then stopped. When I saw this, I said to my mom, "What's wrong, Mom? Why aren't you eating? Is what I made bad?"

Mom blushed and said, "I'm full. You two ate too much." Erpang and I chuckled, and then Mom said, "You two eat first, I'm going to take a shower. I'm all sweaty."

Mom got up and went to shower. Erpang and I ate and chatted.

I said, "How was it, Erpang? Was it comfortable?"

Erpang: "Mmm, comfortable. Mom's mouth and tongue felt so good

." I said, "After dinner, there'll be something even more comfortable.

" Erpang: "What's even more comfortable?"

I trembled again, "Mom's little pussy."

Erpang's eyes widened, and he trembled noticeably too: "Really? Will Mom agree?"

I said, "Mmm... she agreed."

Erpang's hand holding the chopsticks trembled a little: "My God."

I said, "Look at you, so pathetic. You have to make Mom comfortable too."

Erpang: "How do I make Mom comfortable?"

Then I told Erpang some common techniques, including explaining Mom's sensitive spots to him. Erpang is indeed a sports genius. He could remember it after being told only once, especially the techniques for playing with Mom's vagina—he could learn them in one go.

After we finished eating, we cleared the table and made the bed. Mom came in then, her hair still a little damp, wearing only a large white t-shirt, which she often wore at home. Her nipples were prominently displayed. Mom's breasts were a C-cup; although not particularly large, they were definitely attractive. However, Mom usually didn't wear tight clothes, so others couldn't tell. But this t-shirt was tight, and Erpang was pressing firmly against Mom's breasts. Mom patted Erpang's head: "Silly boy. Go take a shower." Erpang just chuckled foolishly and went to take a shower.

After Erpang left, I said to my mom, "Mom, shall we both do it to you later?"

Mom looked at me teasingly, "Dream on! You came twice yesterday, and twice today. You'll definitely have to do it again tonight. Do you even want to live like this? You can't stand watching."

I made a face and pleaded, "Mom..."

Mom looked at me seriously, "If you want to watch, then watch."

I knew from her expression that I couldn't go against her wishes.

Seeing my pitiful look, Mom softened and said, "In my heart, Erpang is the same as you. I'll give him one time and then he won't touch you anymore. From now on, he'll be the same as you."

I was a little touched by what Mom said. Although I was still a little reluctant, I agreed.

Mom looked at me like this, "My stockings are in my dirty clothes. I sweated a lot today." Mom knew I liked the smell of her stockings and deliberately left them for me. Hearing Mom say that made me a little happier.

I asked my mom, "Can I take it out?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Okay, just this once. Remember, you can't masturbate."

My mom was afraid of what others would think of him, so she forbade me from taking her stockings out. This is also why Erpang hasn't masturbated all these years. Erpang also likes my mom's stockings, but he won't touch them himself. I have other close friends; they've stolen women's underwear from their families to masturbate, and sometimes we share them. They've also encouraged me to steal my mom's stockings, but I've never taken them. Of course, I've never taken their shared underwear to masturbate. Because my mom forbids me from masturbating to control how often I ejaculate. She'll satisfy my needs when I want—masturbation, breast play, oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, foot fetish. She'll satisfy me however I want. My mom knows about me playing with them outside and sharing their underwear.

Erpang came back after showering. Then I went to the bathroom and found my mom's stockings among the dirty clothes. I smelled them; they smelled very strong. A faint body fragrance, not a pickled scent, but a mixture of sweat and leather—of course, cheap leather. That's my favorite smell.

After taking the stockings, I put them in my pocket. I went back to the bedroom and told my mom I was going out.

Erpang was a little surprised and said, "Aren't you coming with me?"

I said, "Mom won't let me." Although I'd like to share my mom with Erpang, her comment still made me a little jealous. I thought for a moment and said to Erpang, "Erpang, when someone opens a window for you, they also close a door."

Erpang didn't understand: "What door?"

Mom understood what I meant: "Who's the window? Who's the door?"

I told Erpang, "You'll find out in a bit."

Then I ran out, and just as I got to the door, I remembered I hadn't taken my key. I went back to get it. I heard Mom ask Erpang again, "What color stockings do you like me wearing?"

Erpang: "White."

Mom: "Okay, I'll go find some."

I took the key, went out, and locked the door. Then I turned around and walked out to find my best friends, to give them the stockings they'd been longing for. But then I thought better of it and didn't want them to fantasize about how they would manipulate my mother. To smell my mother's scent. So I slowly walked down the path. My house is on the edge of the village, right next to the river, and it's the only house there. It's a bit far from the other houses. Various vegetables are planted all around the house, and there's also a small garden. My father also works away from home, but he's not a migrant worker; he's a manager in a factory. He has a mistress, and my mother and I know about it. My mother hasn't divorced him because of me. I won't say more. After all, some friends on Xingba know.

I'm a typical idiot; instead of planting vegetables on this fertile land, I planted a whole circle of roses. I even built a simple little shed. Every day before I left, I'd make it a habit to walk around there, since it was my own space. But as soon as I stepped out of my yard and walked there, I noticed something was wrong. I checked every day, and I knew immediately that someone had tampered with it. My mother never comes here. Although some girls in the village like to come and look, they know I made it up and won't go in to play. The fence at the shed entrance was ajar, which told me something was amiss. So I went over and opened the fence, and there was a person squatting inside. A kid who looked like a primary school student, probably around 3rd or 4th grade. I hadn't seen him before, and suddenly I remembered—could it be the kid I saw in the riverbed?

I didn't hit him; I cornered him in the shed, both scare and coax him. I found out where he came from.

Apparently, he'd come with his sister to register, and he'd seen my mother's legs in stockings and thought they looked nice, so he followed her. He'd seen me and Erpang messing with my mother in the riverbed.

I said, "We're helping my mom pick cockleburs."

The child said, "You're messing with her, I can see that."

I insisted, "Don't talk nonsense, we're just helping her pick cockleburs."

The child said, "Did you put it inside your mom's vagina?"

I said, "Don't talk nonsense, you're asking for a beating."

The child said, "My sister won't let me put it inside. But I can touch it. My sister wears stockings too."

I said, "Have you slept with your sister?"

The child said, "I haven't fucked her, but I can touch her vagina. She won't let me fuck her."

I said, "Oh, what are you doing here?"

The child said, "I want to see if there are any of your mom's stockings that she threw away."

The child and his sister depended on each other for survival. Their parents were divorced, and they lived with their father, while his sister took care of him.

Looking at his thin and weak appearance, I suddenly felt compassion. I took out the flesh-colored stockings that my mother had just worn from my pocket and gave them to him. He happily took them and smelled them under his nose. Then he said, "The smell is so strong, it smells so good."

I asked, "What about the future?"

The child replied, "If I don't get into XX Middle School, I won't go to school. I won't go to this school either. I'll never come back to your village again."

Hearing him say that, I felt a strange sensation, though I didn't know what it was. By the time I realized it, it was too late.

The child hadn't eaten, and I couldn't go in to get him anything. We chatted for a while longer. He took my mother's stockings

and left. Young people don't think things through. If it were me now, I would have seized that strange feeling and pressed for answers. But life doesn't offer "what ifs." I went to find my three best friends. They were on good terms with Erpang, but they wouldn't involve Erpang in those kinds of things. I went to find them; they were in an abandoned brick kiln, roasting chicken. It goes without saying that someone's chicken had mysteriously disappeared. This kiln had a secret hideout, known to few. I was still surprised to find them. They had used the roasted chicken to lure a girl over; the girl wouldn't elaborate. It wasn't because of my friends, but because of the rules of the Xingba forum. When I came in, I startled the kids. They quickly reassured me that I was one of them and it was safe there. I knew the girl too; she was a year younger than us. She was average-looking, the unremarkable type. Then, I don't know what agreement they reached with her, but after they finished playing PUBG, the girl took turns giving them oral sex. After they finished, the girl asked if I wanted some. I quickly said no, and my buddies teased me, calling me a "good guy." This was a nickname they gave me because I didn't go along with them in this matter; they didn't know it was a rule my mother set for me.

After they took turns ejaculating in the girl's mouth, they all stared at her with lustful eyes. Thinking about it, it was three lustful young men driven by their lower bodies; could a girl who had just given them oral sex, with semen still on her lips, really resist? That's where my friendship came in. They didn't understand, but I did. If they couldn't resist, it would be a nightmare for both them and the girl. The girl also sensed danger; after all, someone had started touching her butt. I pulled him behind me. Then a few of my buddies stared at me. One of them, more impulsive, came up and asked me what I was doing. "Didn't you tell her not to give you oral sex?"

I punched him, and the other two came to break it up. I grabbed the girl's hand and started walking out; the other three didn't follow. I led the girl out; this place could be considered a secret hideout because you had to go through a wind tunnel to find it. Someone who didn't know better could easily get lost. If a girl went down that dark, windy tunnel, she'd probably be terrified. I held the girl's hand the whole way until we reached the main cave where we could see light. I told her, "I don't know what they offered you, do you know how dangerous this is?"

She looked at me, "I just wanted to see a man's penis, they said I could, but I had to suck it."

I said, "You agreed? Are you crazy?"

She said, "I didn't know they would do this."

I said, "Don't play with us anymore, go home and do what you're supposed to do."

She said, "Okay."

I said, "You can get out from the light, let's go. Don't tell anyone. It won't do you any good."

She said, "I know." She took two steps and then turned around, "Thank you."

I ignored her and went back. Before I even reached the entrance, the three of them had already come out. After we came out, we found a place to sit down, and I told them about the possible consequences. Best friends never say thank you or sorry. The

one I punched said, "Say what you want, why did you hit me so hard?"

I said, "I deserve to be beaten to death, and you're still glaring at me."

This guy threw a tantrum, "Go ahead and kill me, I don't want to live anymore."

The others laughed. Rural children's lives are very monotonous, their fun is nature. I played with them for an afternoon.

As it got dark, I walked back home. When I got there, the lights were off. When I turned them on, I saw a lewd scene. My mother and Erpang were lying face to face. My mother was only wearing white pantyhose, with a hole torn in the crotch. Erpang was holding my mother; she seemed to be asleep. My mother's pantyhose-clad legs were intertwined with Erpang's, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. My mother's white pantyhose feet were wet. When he saw me looking up at me, his expression was like a thousand horses galloping inside him, but he only managed to utter, "So good."

Me: "Mom?"

Erpang: "She's asleep."

I immediately asked, puzzled, "How many times did you do it?"

Erpang: "How do you count one time?"

Me: "When you ejaculate, that counts as one time."

Erpang: "Six times, I guess."

Me: "Didn't Mom say she'd only let you do it once? How come six times?"

Erpang: "I don't know. Mom said after I ejaculated, I wouldn't get hard. So it took six times before I finally got soft."

Me: "Then Mom won't let you fuck me? " "She 's dead. Did you shoot it all inside her pussy?"

Erpang: "I shot it twice in her mouth, once in her anus, once in her pussy, once on her stockinged feet, and once on her breasts."

Me: "You've tried them all."

Erpang: "Hehe. Hmm."

Me: "Can your big glans go into Mom's anus?"

Erpang: "It went in, but it seemed Mom wasn't comfortable. She only let me shoot once. But Mom's anus is so tight, it feels even better than fucking her pussy."

Me: "That's right, how many times did Mom orgasm?"

Erpang: "I don't know."

Me: "Okay, did Mom say anything to you?"

Erpang: "Yeah, I told her all the rules. I'm not allowed to masturbate by myself; if I need to, I have to go to her. I can touch her whenever I want, but when I fuck her is up to her."

Me: "Huh? I can touch her whenever I want? Where can I touch her?"

Erpang: "Anywhere, wherever you want."

I was speechless: "Mom only lets me touch stockinged legs and feet. Touching her pussy is all up to her."

Erpang: "Oh, is that so? There's something Mom doesn't let me tell you."

Me: "What doesn't she let me tell you?"

Erpang: "Mom says she especially likes sucking my dick. When my big glans goes into her pussy, it feels like a little ball, and she feels so good that she doesn't want me to pull it out."

I was already breathing heavily.

Erpang continued: "Mom said I have the privilege of fucking her once a week. I can fuck her whenever I want. As long as it's my big glans, I can fuck her anywhere. Mouth, pussy, anus, anything. But I have to keep my big glans inside her pussy for one night. So the time can only be at night."

I took a step and looked closely at where they were joined. Erpang's white penis was still inside Mom's vagina, and his big penis was hard again: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Erpang: "Mmm, I really want to fuck you."

Me: "Fuck me, move secretly. It's okay, Mom sleeps very soundly. I'm tired of you fucking me. It's okay."

Erpang: "Really?"

Me: "Have I ever lied to you?"

Erpang: "Okay, I'll try." Then Erpang started thrusting his hips, and his white penis began to go in and out of Mom's vagina. Seeing that Mom didn't react much, Erpang went faster and faster, and his movements became bigger and bigger. Every time the big glans came out of the vagina, it would stretch the tender flesh of the vaginal opening very wide, and then shrink back in, like a piston. Erpang was so engrossed in thrusting that he woke Mom up.

Mom made moaning sounds: "Mmm...mmm...husband with your big cock...stop fucking...you're fucking me to death...fuck my little pussy raw...mmm...ah...my little pussy is going to break...please, husband...fuck my ass...fuck my ass...let go of my little pussy...good husband...please, husband...look, husband...look...I'm spreading my ass...

" As she spoke, Mom reached behind her, spreading her buttocks to reveal her anus.

Erpang immediately stopped and pulled out his big cock. The large glans made a popping sound as it was pulled out. Then he tried to insert it into Mom's anus. I couldn't bear to see this. I pulled down my shorts, my hard cock already throbbing. I aimed my cock at Mom's spread anus and thrust it in. Mom's anus was very tight, but after Erpang's big glans had loosened it a bit, and with Erpang's semen lubricating it, thrusting in and out was easy.

Mom realized that the penis inserted into her anus didn't seem to be Erpang's and said, "Who are you?" She tried to turn around to look, but I twisted her head so she wouldn't see. Mom was very anxious: "Ah, who is it? Pull it out. Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Who... Waaah... My husband is fucking my anus... Who are you...?"

Seeing Erpang's bewildered look, I said, "What are you standing there for? Fuck her pussy."

Erpang listened to me and directly inserted his big penis into Mom's pussy. Mom's pussy must have really been a little too much for it, as soon as Erpang entered, Mom screamed, "No... Please, husband... It's going to break..." My penis and Erpang's penis were separated by only a layer of flesh. I could feel Erpang's penis moving in and out of Mom's pussy. Erpang's body coordination was very good. His buttocks were moving very quickly. Mom couldn't speak while he was fucking her. She could only moan... Ah...

Then I quickly felt Mom's anus contract violently, squeezing my penis with a pleasurable sensation. I knew Mom was having an orgasm. Erpang then said, "It's happening again. Fuck faster now, Mom feels good." Then the frequency increased again. Sure enough, Mom's anus remained tightly wrapped around my penis, even tighter than before. This was Mom having a continuous orgasm.

Under this intense stimulation, Erpang finally ejaculated. While ejaculating, he pressed his hands on Mom's shoulders, his buttocks firmly planted. Mom made... Ah... Erpang ejaculated once... Mom 'ah' once... After ejaculating three times, he finally stopped.

Then I continued thrusting into Mom's anus. Mom recovered and said, "Stop...stop...who are you..."

I pretended to have a rough voice: "You don't know me, I just wanted to fuck you because I saw your beautiful legs in stockings. Do you wear stockings to get fucked?"

Mom: "No...no...no..."

Me: "Erpang, keep fucking her..."

Erpang's dick kept moving, but Erpang wasn't stupid, his movements were slower. But Mom couldn't take it anymore: "Please...Erpang...big dick husband...stop...it's going to break..."

Me: "Do you wear stockings to get fucked first?"

Mom: "No...no...no...no..."

Me: "Erpang..."

Mom: "Yes...yes...yes..."

Me: "What is it?"

Mom: "I want someone to fuck me..."

Me: "What did you do? What do you mean you want someone to fuck you?"

Mom: "I wear stockings, I wear sexy stockings, just to get someone to fuck me. Fuck my little slutty pussy." Mom tightened her asshole hard as she said this. Erpang also sensed the difference: "Wow...it's so tight..."

I changed back to my own voice: "Mom, why did you let strangers fuck your asshole just now?"

Mom: "It's...um...because...I...was...wearing...stockings...that...let...they...fucked...it."

Me: "So, Mom, you're really horny. How about I get my three buddies to fuck you too? They've been wanting your stockinged legs for a long time."

Mom: "Okay...okay...let...they...fuck...me...to...death..."

Mom was in a state of orgasm while saying this. Under this dual stimulation of body and mind, I also ejaculated into Mom's asshole. After ejaculating, I paused for a moment and then started moving again.

Mom: "Good son, big cock son... stop... I can't take it anymore."

Me: "Why? You let Erpang fuck you whenever he wants, and you even have the privilege of once a week. You let strangers fuck you

whenever they want... why can't I?" Mom: "Good son. I won't let strangers fuck me. I'll only let you and Erpang fuck me. I'll be your woman for life. My pussy and asshole are yours." "You all have privileges... once a week. It's all the same. You can fuck me whenever you want once a week."

Me: "No... twice, twice a week."

Mom: "No..." As soon as I heard that, my dick started moving again. Mom: "Hmm... hmm... no... really... no..."

"Okay... son... spare me... hmm... Mom... please... really... no... hmm."

I figured she really couldn't, and I hadn't really planned on it going to work out anyway. Even if I forced Mom to agree now, she'd still be glaring at me when she calmed down, so getting some reliable benefits would be enough.

With a plan in mind, things became easier. The spot checks stopped, and he stroked his mother's beautiful legs in white stockings: "Mom, Erpang and I can choose to have sex with you once a week. Then, we can have sex with you together once more, okay?"

My mother said in a coquettish voice, "Isn't this still two times for one person? How about this? If it's once a week, you can ejaculate as much as you want, as many times as you like. If you want to combine it, each person can only ejaculate once."

Actually, my mother had made it very clear, but I just wanted to hear her talk about being fucked. Especially when we weren't doing it, I heard her say it was very exciting, so I said, "Mom, explain it clearly. Erpang and I don't understand."

Mom: "Hmm... For example, if you want to fuck me next week, think it through before you do it. If you want to fuck me with Erpang this week, you can only ejaculate once when you fuck me by yourself. You can only ejaculate once when you and Erpang fuck me together. Erpang is the same."

Me: "Oh. It's good to have a choice. Mom, do you prefer us fucking you alone, or do you want us to fuck you together like this?"

Mom: "Ugh, you know that."

Me: "I don't know."

Mom: "Hmm... Don't bully Mom."

Me: "Tell me, Mom."

Mom: "I like you two together, but I'm afraid you'll do this to me again. I can't stand it, I'll be played to death by you."

Me: "It's all because of you. You said you'd only give Erpang one time, but you made him ejaculate 6 times. Is it because Erpang fucked you so well?"

Mom: "Hmm... I saw that Erpang didn't go soft after he ejaculated, and I was afraid he would feel uncomfortable. And I also thought, his glans is so big, it feels so good when it goes in.

" Me: "You must have enjoyed it." "Mom, you should ask Erpang to fuck you."

Mom: "Mmm, no, I can't take it."

Me: "Just pretend to try, it's not like you're really going to make him do it again. Just let him put it in."

Mom: "Really, you're just humiliating me." "Okay, Erpang, put your big cock in, okay?"

Me: "Oh, not calling me 'big cock husband' anymore?"

Mom: "Big cock husband, fuck your wife's little cunt, okay?"

Erpang: "Okay, wife." Then he put his cock into Mom's cunt again. But he didn't move.

The three of us enjoyed the comfort after the orgasm. Then we thought of those three guys again. "Mom, Taozi and the other two have asked me for your stockings several times, can you give them a pair?"

Mom: "Think it over, they often come to our house to play. If you give them my stockings, I can't resist if they force themselves on me."

Me: "No way."

Mom: "What do you think? It's not scary if one person is bad. What's scary is three people being bad together. People like that have no bottom line." "I know they all looked under my skirt. I just let it slide because they're kids."

Me: "You know that? I thought you didn't."

Mom: "How could I not know? And do you really think they don't have my stockings? They've stolen them more than once or twice. But they only got the washed ones."

Me: "What would they dare to do?"

Mom: "Didn't I teach you to know a person's face but not their heart? Of the three, only Taozi is alright. The other two are not worth mentioning."

Taozi is the one I punched in the cave.

Mom: "If you want to give them, you can give them to Taozi. If you give the others your stockings, you're giving them your mother."

Me: "No way. I won't give them to Taozi either."

Mom: "I know what you're thinking. If you really want to, Taozi can look at my legs, touch my feet, and ejaculate on my feet. But it's impossible like Erpang."

Me: "How can he ejaculate on your feet? In front of you, make him masturbate? Or do you give him footjobs?"

Mom: "No way, when I'm sleeping." Me

: "What if he can't resist touching your pussy?"

Mom: "That's why I can't let him be alone with me."

Me: "Then he'll guess what's going on between you and Erpang, right?"

Mom: "That's true."

Me: "So forget it, let him look. Touching is fine. But Mom, you can pretend to be exposed."

Mom: "Before, I didn't even have many opportunities to wear underwear when it was just me. Now that you and Erpang are here, I have even fewer opportunities. And I don't need to pretend to be exposed, I'm exposed all the time. It makes me feel like I'm running around naked when I go out."

I stroked Mom's silk-stockinged legs and rubbed her breasts: "Mom, look, Erpang's dick is still hard. Give him a blowjob. I want to see you give him a blowjob."

Mom: "He's done it so many times already, do you want to kill him with exhaustion? There's plenty of time later."

Me: "Okay, by the way, Mom, didn't you say you wanted to use your pussy to hold Erpang's dick while sleeping? What should I do then?"

Mom: "You can insert it into Mom's ass first." "Give Mom's pussy to Erpang."

I thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, fine." I thrust my penis in again, and Erpang also thrust his penis into Mom's pussy. I turned off the light, and we both fell asleep like that, with Mom between our legs.

[The End]

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