My crazy sex story with my girlfriend's mother

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This story happened three years ago. I met her. She was youthful and radiant, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978, and she in 1982. I was 24 that year, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very beautiful. We went from initial acquaintances to becoming familiar with each other. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure. She was the gentle and kind type of girl.
To be honest, our meeting was really accidental. It was mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding. Coincidentally, we were going to the same place to buy things. She was going for the same purpose. So we went together. Gradually, we became familiar with each other and became friends.
Don't misunderstand. We were just very good, ordinary friends.
Maybe it's because I treated her like my little sister. I didn't try to please her like other boys do. Instead, I won her favor, so she and I had things to talk about. She was a girl raised in a single-parent family. She was very independent and had a strong personality.
To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before. The youngest was less than a year younger than me. She once asked me, "Why don't you like me?" I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't like you?" She laughed. "Don't you want to pursue me? Are you a lesbian?" I hit her on the head and said I don't like minors. Our relationship continued to develop, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a good figure and is beautiful, but I'm just not interested.
Am I crazy? No. I get a reaction when watching porn, though. Many boys pursue her. I became her shield. She doesn't like them. She doesn't even know what kind of boy she likes. Girls raised in single-parent families are probably a bit strange in their thinking.
We're very happy together. I take good care of her. Maybe it's because she's from a single-parent family. I think single-parent families must have some psychological trauma, so I take extra care of her.
I don't have a girlfriend. My house is messy. She often comes to help me clean. When I'm annoyed... She also liked to come to my place to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me. She was crying. I asked her why. She said she had argued with her mother.
I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her. You know, single-parent families are afraid to ask about family issues. These topics are very sensitive. She told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17, with her boyfriend at the time. At that time, both her mother and boyfriend were still children. You can imagine,

in that era of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on having the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also punished and later went to another city and was never seen again. Her mother had to give birth to the child herself and then started working at a young age. She didn't have a formal job. At that time, her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but after all, she was their daughter. In the end, they helped her set up a small stall to sell things.
Perhaps it's ironic, but those who went into business early on actually did quite well, while those who worked in factories at that time faced layoffs. Her mother had worked hard for many years. She should have had a better life, but raising a child meant she didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support.
Later, when her mother was a little older than she is now, her grandparents passed away. Her mother raised her alone. Keep in mind, her mother wasn't very old then either. I was very moved and thought her mother was amazing.
I've forgotten what I asked her then, and I don't remember why she argued with her mother. But I remember she was very sad. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt very sorry for her. I comforted her for a long time, and slowly, she calmed down. I told her to call her mother and apologize first, and then I would take her home.
That was the first time I went to her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was late that day, and you can't just bring a boy home. I only walked her to the door. She knocked, but to avoid misunderstandings, I didn't appear. Of course, I didn't see her mother. But then I heard her mother's voice. "You're back."
The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up. Of course, her proactive apology played a big role, because her mother hadn't expected her to apologize so readily. Actually, I was also wondering. Children from single-parent families are very stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves.
She said her mother was also puzzled by this. After some questioning, she revealed my existence. I smiled and asked her, "Aren't you afraid your mother will ask you? Your mother probably thinks I'm the boy who's pursuing you, right
?" She told me that her mother had indeed questioned her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. We had nothing going on, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but thankfully, she understood.
Then, I asked her, "Your mother said that since there's such a nice boy, you can invite him over for dinner." I smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not your mother's idea, but rather yours.
" "You guessed it," she said. "But your mother agreed. Will you go?" she asked. "Yes
. Of course I'll go." "Of course I'd go for a big meal! I'm living alone and always worried about not getting any good food.
" "My mom's cooking is amazing." "Then I'm definitely going." And so it went. I went to buy some things to take to her house. She didn't really want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time. Just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not dating, buying fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'll eat twice as much as you want back!
" We laughed and prepared to go to her house for dinner the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life.
I entered her house. It was large, but not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table. Her mother came out of the kitchen. I saw her mother. My first impression was that she was very beautiful. Long hair, like a waterfall. Curved eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not good at describing people's appearance, but I knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Actually, I was prepared. Because she said her mother was even prettier than her. She inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was still in her thirties, but looked like her older sister. And she had a great figure, almost 170 cm tall, only half a head shorter than me. She wore a light green dress, and her voice was soft and charming. She had a great presence.
Her mother was a little surprised to see me too, but quickly smiled. "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said. "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I was also stunned. Everyone laughed. The gathering that day was very harmonious. We talked a lot. Her mother and we didn't look any different in age. Everyone enjoyed themselves. When she left, she even invited me to come visit sometime.
That's how I met her for the first time. But I didn't call her by her name; I called her Auntie.
Once something happens the first time, there will be a second, third, and fourth time. The same was true for us. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because our interaction had gone relatively smoothly, Xue trusted me more. Gradually, I started going again. The frequency of my visits increased. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes not. But because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't home. Of course, other boys couldn't go. If her mother was home, it was out of the question, let alone when she wasn't.
Naturally, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they would object. But when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. But thankfully, at least the boys pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise.
I became the only one allowed in and out of her house. Because I was alone, I gradually went more often. Don't think I was visiting her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals.
Of course. There's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning the room. Because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, I helped her mother clean the room. Maybe boys don't do much housework. Maybe it's because I live alone, but I did a pretty good job with housework. I received a praise from her mother.
On Sunday, she was going to buy clothes for a high school reunion and a picnic. She asked me to come along. Mainly, a boy insisted on coming along. With me there, the boy would probably back off. But we miscalculated. That boy still wanted to follow me. She had no choice but to bring her mother too, which finally scared the boy away.
When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we might as well go together. Although we didn't necessarily have to buy anything, since we were already out, we might as well go shopping. Originally, I only needed to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes I liked. So we spent the whole day shopping. Thankfully... I often go shopping myself when I buy clothes. Otherwise, I'd be exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother. The two of them had a great time, visiting many malls. Of course, she always asked for my opinion when trying on clothes. After all, men and women have different tastes.
Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers. Everything looks good on them. Her mother also bought several pieces of clothing. Very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and stylish. Of course, I also complimented her. Not flattery, but genuine praise. Women all like compliments, right? The shopping trip ended there. Very enjoyable. We had a big meal that night, thanks to her mother's delicious cooking.
She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand. Do trips without a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time limit.
The day Xue left, I went to her house again. To be honest, Xue wasn't home. I felt awkward going.
Xue left in the morning. Her mother and I saw her off. Then I went back with her mother. Her mother happened to be free that day. On the way back, they chatted casually. She casually asked me where I wanted to eat lunch. I said I didn't know. So her mother suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I really didn't know where to eat. I just said okay.
Then her mother said she wanted to go to the supermarket to buy groceries. That's when I realized what was going on. I quickly said no, but my contradictory answers made me feel awkward. Her mother, of course, insisted. After all, I had initially said I wanted to go. "Let's go grocery shopping," I said. But you know, supermarkets have vegetable sections and clothing sections. Clothes always have an attraction for women. So we lingered in the clothing section. Oh well. We had just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we hadn't had enough. Let's continue. Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes. So let's try them on.
The two of us. Her mother was trying on clothes, and I was, of course, offering advice.
Unexpectedly, we ended up shopping until noon. What to do? We hadn't bought the groceries yet. So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important. The important thing was that we wouldn't have to go grocery shopping afterward. Our ultimate shopping goal would be gone. What to do? After discussion, our ultimate goal was reaffirmed: grocery shopping. We'd have dinner at her house that evening. We didn't have enough time to shop for groceries, so we'd continue shopping in the afternoon, wasting time.
And so, after dinner, we set off again, heading straight to a street full of clothing stores. We finally finished shopping that afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though. I don't know why, but some clothing stores wouldn't let us try things on. There were no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried too. I said we could just try them on at home. My love for the clothes overcame everything, and I bought them. These days, every store seems to copy me. Several items weren't even tried on.
Finally, after buying a huge amount of stuff, we went grocery shopping. To reward me for accompanying her shopping, her mother bought a lot of groceries, making me keep saying, "Auntie, stop shopping!
" That evening, we arrived at Xue's house. Then they started cooking. I helped out. We ate and chatted, and even had a little wine. But don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit. Nothing special happened, we just talked a lot. Although I call her mom "Auntie," she's only 12 years older than me. There's no generation gap between us.
We ate and chatted, and continued talking after dinner. Maybe her mom doesn't have many friends to chat with. We talked late, until about 11 pm. We talked about everything, from life ideals to TV commercials.
"Auntie, I have to go. It's too late. Thank you for dinner." "No need to thank me. You also helped me buy a lot of things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet." "Then try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mom change clothes at home in the middle of the night? It was obvious she wanted to show them to me after she changed.
Luckily, her mom only hesitated for less than a second before saying okay.
Then she said she would go change in a bit. Her mother kept changing outfits. They looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also offered a lot of advice. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations. So we kept swapping outfits. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising, but offering suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the clothes. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on and discuss them again. We'd find some things we didn't like, like, "The waist could be slimmer.
" Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, we're not in the tailoring business. But they really did look better after the alterations. Looking back, I realize that when watching a woman change clothes, you can't just praise her; offering appropriate suggestions is best. We ended up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m.
We were both exhausted. I wanted to leave, but it was so late. Her mother said, "Why don't you stay here?" I don't know why, but instead of just being polite, I nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa. We slept soundly until dawn. When
I woke up in the morning, I found that her mother had already gone to make breakfast. When she saw me say "You're awake," I blushed. I felt a little embarrassed. I apologized, Auntie, saying I was too sleepy and woke up late. Her mother smiled and said it was nothing. "Have breakfast," she said, asking if I needed anything. I said no. "I had a dress that didn't fit yesterday. I'm going to return it later today." I said okay.
I went with her mother to return the dress. Of course, it took another day. I spent two days shopping like this, basically exhausted. After getting another free meal, I went home.
Maybe it was shopping with her mother, maybe it was chatting with her, maybe it was because I made a good impression. That's how I gradually became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I would go back to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies. Her mother likes them too. I've always found it strange that women like sci-fi movies, especially women in their 30s. But Xue doesn't like them. Because Xue's home theater is nice, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a bit and then hide in her room to go online. It would just be her mother and me watching. After watching, they'll comment. The comments will even involve debates about the plot.
Sometimes, when Xue isn't around, I'll go see a blockbuster. Her mother doesn't like going to the cinema; she prefers staying home. Apparently, the reason is that she can pause and think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again. I'm speechless.
Maybe it's because I'm good at shopping. Sometimes I'll go shopping with her mother. Actually, it's mainly because I offer opinions. Of course, many are opposing opinions. But I'm just stating my honest thoughts.
You know, when shopping with women, if you can offer many pertinent opinions, especially different ones, it's more attractive. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often have the same ideas. So I think that's why they don't always shop together. Would a family think of going together? That's like shopping alone. But I'm different. I'm an outsider. I have different ideas. We can discuss things. So, gradually, they all like shopping with me, but they don't go alone anymore.
To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me. This included the girls. I used to visit classmates' houses when I was in school. Back then, we were young, and boys visiting girls' houses were often suspected of dating. I never was. Maybe I was just not conventionally attractive? Anyway, my classmates teased me, calling me ugly. Of course, I think they were just jealous.
Like Xue, I gained her mother's trust. Perhaps it was related to my performance, or maybe it was related to our conversation while shopping. I feel my relationship with Xue's family is getting closer. Life goes on. We live our lives. Xue lives hers too. Many people still pursue Xue. Xue still rejects them.
However, Xue encountered a persistent pursuer. That guy is very rich—actually, it's his father who's rich. He often drives to pick Xue up. A 20-year-old girl, still in university, has many people picking her up every day. Her classmates are used to it. But the fact that he drives still causes gossip. Actually, Xue doesn't like him. She thinks driving her father's car makes her look like a spoiled brat. He looks very charming. But he's really persistent with Xue.
He comes to see her every day. Xue has rejected him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmates like him and always want to go with him, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me. She begged me to take the fall for her. I was surprised. I said why didn't you say so sooner? Xue said I was very busy with work and didn't want to bother me. She only came because she couldn't handle it anymore. I told Xue it was no problem. I would pick her up every day. Xue said no, just once is enough. I'm quite busy with work too. I said I wouldn't do it again. I quit my job. Xue was very surprised. She asked me what happened. I said I found out about my boss and secretary's secret. He fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of hush money when I left. I said I'm not a despicable person. I was already annoyed with that boss. I was going to leave. I didn't expect him to give me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted, so I took it. I told Xue I would come to see her tomorrow.
After school, I went to Xue's school. This wasn't my first time there. But no one recognized me because there were too many boys. No one bothered to remember who was who. But this time, Xue's classmates recognized me. I went straight into Xue's dormitory. No boy had ever dared to be so bold. Actually, it wasn't that they were afraid. I was mainly afraid of upsetting Xue. She gets really angry. When I entered the dorm, I saw Xue was angry. I was surprised. "What's wrong?" I went over. Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came in to see Xue when she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what was wrong.
It turned out that a boy was pursuing Xue. It was too much of a fuss. The boy also had a girlfriend. The girlfriend was making a scene. She came to Xue and caused a scene. The teachers all knew. It seemed like Xue had done something to that boy. As a result, the teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend. Xue hated being wronged, so she was angry.
When she saw me, she got up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dorm at school. Universities require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict, and Xue's home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dorm. Sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays in the dorm. Xue and I walked out. That rich guy was still waiting at the door. He was smoking a cigarette.
He saw Xue and came over to say hello. But when he saw me behind him, he paused, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around, and called to me, "Hurry up and go!" Then she took my arm.
The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous.
He stammered, "How come you have a boyfriend?" Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Where are you from?" I said, "Where I'm from isn't important. What's important is that I'm Xue's boyfriend. I heard you're pursuing Xue. I came to see who's pursuing my girlfriend." The guy said, "What makes you think you're Xue's boyfriend?" Then I pretended to be surprised and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to concern you. Thanks for your concern. Just mind your own business." I hope you won't bother Xue anymore.
I turned around, put my arm around Xue's shoulder, and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'll be staying tonight. She's waiting for us to come home for dinner." As soon as I said that, the guy, upon hearing that I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents. His jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue.
I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked me, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I came to find you. She has a party today and isn't home. I was just upset with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was really silly.
I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, talking about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, how come so many guys are still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You're really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else. It's not like boys haven't caused trouble before. The key is that graduation is approaching, and she's afraid it will escalate and affect her diploma.
What's worse, that boy was afraid of the teachers and didn't dare say anything, making Xue feel wronged. She finally managed to explain herself, but she's still angry. I said, "It's good that you explained yourself." Xue is very troubled by boys' issues. I said, "It's because you're pretty. Boys will definitely pursue you.
" Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee someone will like you?" "Of course. Most boys like pretty girls. You're pretty and don't have a boyfriend. It's no wonder no one pursues you. Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Xue said, "Now that you're here, I have a boyfriend. Things should be much better in the future." "I think so." Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said I did. How could we be friends if I didn't? Xue said it wasn't that kind of liking. It was the liking of a boyfriend and girlfriend. I said I didn't know. But she seemed like a little sister to me.
But I'm afraid that's not possible now. Xue asked what was wrong. I said, "She already treats me like her boyfriend. Now I can't even say no. This will be troublesome for me later." Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me???" I looked at Xue, "Really?" Xue said, "We're very close." I looked at Xue, "Do you like me?" "I don't know. I guess I like you. How about we date???" I laughed. I said, "I'm afraid I'm not a very good person." "But you're my friend. A very trustworthy friend."
We didn't say anything more after that. We walked silently. I kept thinking about what I had just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour passed. We just kept walking. Walking. Not saying a word. We walked through the entire shopping street. We headed towards the bus stop to go home. To take the bus, we had to cross the street. We crossed the street. I said to Xue, "Let's date." Xue looked at me. Smiled. "Okay."
Xue and I started dating. But we didn't have the typical boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic. Intimate gestures. At most, it's holding hands, putting an arm around the shoulder, or a quick hug when I leave at night. It's not that we don't want to be affectionate. It's just that we see each other like good friends, so there aren't many other feelings.
We're still the same as usual, just more concerned about each other. Her mother knows about our relationship. It was about school. She let it slip. Well, not exactly let it slip, just mentioned it. I don't know what she said to her mother, but she mentioned it. Her mother didn't say anything, but I feel she treats me even better now. Maybe it's because our relationship has progressed further.
I'm currently unemployed. Her mother knows this and wants me to go to her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties recently. Their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I'm unemployed anyway,
I went there to help her mother. I worked very hard. Because of my relationship with Xue, and because I have a good relationship with Xue's mother, I worked even harder. It's like helping a friend's company; you have to work hard, right?
After work in the evenings, I often went to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I would go grocery shopping with her mother and then go home together.
Sometimes we would discuss company matters in the evenings. If it got too late, I would sleep on the sofa. Her mother had specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries. Sometimes I would sleep on the sofa at Xue's house. Half a year passed like this. The company situation gradually improved. Xue was also about to graduate. She had been living at school, preparing for graduation. She didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway, preferring to stay at school and prepare for graduation.
My contact with Xue gradually decreased. I didn't feel anything was wrong. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. I spent more time with her mother. During our free time, we'd go shopping together, buy things, and have dinner together in the evenings. We gradually became more familiar with each other. I would offer a lot of advice and suggestions when buying things. We often had heart-to-heart talks, about work and ideals.
It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about ideals with someone 12 years older than yourself. How naive!
That day, her mother and I negotiated a major client. We were very happy. After working for several days and nights, we finally finalized the plan and signed the contract. We were very happy. That evening, we had dinner together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother is a heavy drinker, but perhaps due to fatigue and excitement, she was a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting. Gradually, the topic turned to Xue.
We talked a lot—about a woman in that era. She started working hard at 16. The gossip of those around her, the lack of understanding from her parents, the contempt from relatives—the pain was unimaginable to outsiders. The person she loved cowardly ran away. The blow was immense. I understand her.
She persevered for so many years alone. She's only in her early 36s. All her prime years have passed unnoticed. We talked about love. Her mother no longer dared to love. One painful experience can haunt a lifetime. It's a devastating blow no matter what. I talked about my past relationships. Slowly, she cried. I cried too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder, then slowly hugged her. She cried so hard. Twenty years of pain seemed to erupt all at once, sobbing on my shoulder.
That night, nothing happened like in novels. Nothing inappropriate happened. We didn't even know when we fell asleep. But we both slept on the sofa. When we woke up in the morning, she was lying on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time. It was awkward. We quickly separated. She went back to her room to wash up. I stood there on the sofa, stunned.
A while later, she came out, looking beautiful and full of energy. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went.
When we came out, I realized I'd forgotten to shave. I said, "Oh well, let's go." We went to many places. Later, we went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when I came out of the clothes I'd tried on, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is. Sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but we didn't say anything. We paid and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again. "
Back home, I saw her changing clothes again.
Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I simply stopped calling her that. I would just say what I needed to say without any address.
That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me to the door. It was the first time she'd ever seen me off. We chatted for a long time at the door before I left.
That's how it was. We seemed to become inseparable friends. We often went shopping and chatted. I stopped calling her "Auntie.
" I called her Ling, my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started enjoying being with Ling. I enjoyed chatting with her, enjoying shopping with her. She was mature and had a lot of charm. I don't deny I have a mother complex. But what man doesn't? Mature women provide themselves with a lot of care and security. Men also need security. She was young, only 12 years older than me. Time has put too much pressure on her. In reality, she didn't have the chance to be young. After she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, especially for women.
She had never told anyone about her past. Not even Xue. But she told me. Our relationship grew closer. We became inseparable friends. Yes, good friends. Only good friends can share each other's joys and sorrows, and truly trust each other.
She trusted me. So, I could know her inner world.
Sometimes, she seemed very young in front of me. Plus, she's very beautiful. Sometimes she looks like she's in her early twenties. She even looks like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to be young because she's never been young. Sometimes when we go out, she'll be as happy as a little girl. I remember once I said to her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Don't be naughty." She froze. I knew I'd made a mistake and was feeling very embarrassed. But she said, "Yeah, I've never been a little girl. Never been naughty.
" I don't know where I got the courage, but I walked over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young for once today." Then, I pulled her and we ran.
We ran breathlessly through several streets, amidst the strange looks from people, and rushed into a disco. We started dancing wildly. In the middle of the night, after we'd had our fun, we walked down the street, panting heavily. She looked at me and said, "Thank you. I've never been this happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled. Very alluring.
We walked slowly. While crossing the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm as she looked for cars. Then, awkwardly, she let go. By then, I had already crossed. She was two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. A car came along. Cars are fast at night. I pulled her aside, avoiding the car. She almost fell. I caught her. She fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. Our bodies were stiff. We dared not move. I forced out a sentence, "That was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close. We could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her. She closed her eyes too. We kissed.
For a long time. For a long time. Our lips parted. I was panting heavily. Ling was too. Because this kiss was too shocking for us. It had been two years since my last girlfriend had heartlessly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than real feelings. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void in our relationship. We were more like siblings, without any real affection. Even though we held hands and put our arms around each other, that was all.
Ling, however, was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. My vision blurred, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I couldn't control myself; my body stiffened.
Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt. She told me it felt like the sun had gone out, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left. Her heart couldn't support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving. Twenty years. Twenty years of pain. Twenty years of youth. A heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate. In that moment, in that kiss... She melted. I melted her.
Ling cried. She tried hard not to cry out loud, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders.
I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked at me too. Gently, I kissed her face, little by little, wiping away her tears.
I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated. I didn't know what to say. To comfort her, or to tell her I loved her. I didn't know.
Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat shyly. Finally, I said, "Let's go home.
" Ling nodded gently. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. We walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. We walked slowly along the road, neither of us speaking. I felt Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So, we walked in silence. Enjoying this quiet moment, we walked arm in arm for a long time. We arrived at Ling's house.
I wished this road would never end. But we were at Ling's house. At the door, Ling said softly, "Thank you."
Her head was bowed low. Then, she ran upstairs quickly. And I stood there dumbfounded downstairs for a long time… then walked home blankly.
That night, I couldn't sleep…
The next day, I went to Ling's house. Actually, I didn't know why I was going. When I reached the door, when I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling be like? What would become of us? I didn't know. I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked.
The door opened quickly. It was Ling. Ling was wearing a casual top, looking slightly languid. So beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly at the door. After a while, Ling said softly, "Come in.
" I walked in woodenly. We sat on the sofa, not knowing what to say. The air was filled with awkwardness. "Are you... alright???" I stammered. "Yeah." "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yeah." I didn't know what to say. After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling laughed. I laughed too. The atmosphere seemed much more relaxed. Ling said, "I'll go cook for you." "Okay," I said. Ling's face turned a little red. She went to the kitchen.
I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became mesmerized.
"Hey," Ling called out to me. "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." Another moment of awkwardness. "Let's eat." "Okay." That meal, to ease the atmosphere and to relieve my own embarrassment, I told a lot of jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop. We ate
very happily. After we finished eating, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded.
We were washing the dishes. To be precise, Ling was watching me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love. I could feel it. I looked at her. I smiled. Neither of us spoke. After washing the dishes, I walked towards Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also fixed on me. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered.

So did I. And so, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her eyes. She could feel mine too.
We hugged. We just held each other quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of her body, every part. "I love you." I said it. I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said it. I told her, "I love you.
" "No," Ling pushed me away.
"What's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise. Suddenly, I understood.
"It's Xue," I said.
"I'm sorry," Ling said. "I'm sorry. I... I can't love you. We can't be together
." "Why
?" "You're Xue's boyfriend."
"But Xue and I don't have that kind of love. You know that."
"But... I'm sorry."
I fell silent. She fell silent too. My heart was conflicted.
I took Ling's hand and lifted her face. "Look into my eyes. You and I are mature people. We both know what we're doing. Twenty years. Have you ever loved? You love me, right? You can't deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue. You know there's nothing between us.
I also know it's hard for us to face Xue. But... if we run away because of this, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives."
"But... I'm 12 years older than you." "That's right. But we're of the same age, aren't we??? Isn't it fate???" "But I'm your aunt." "You're just Xue's mother. Little Dragon Girl is Yang Guo's aunt. You're not Little Dragon Girl, and I'm not Yang Guo. But can't we be together? Are you so concerned about the title? If you're my aunt, then let me tell you, Auntie, I love you!" I shouted.
Ling was surprised. She hadn't expected me to be so courageous.
"I'm a woman with a daughter. An old woman." "So what? You're not old. You've never been young. Don't you want to find true love? Don't you want a man's shoulder to lean on?"
I said. "Call me. Ling. Call me by my name." I shouted. Hearing me call her name, Ling trembled involuntarily. "Qiang." Ling obediently called me. "From today on, you'll call me Qiang, and I'll call you Ling. You say you're my aunt. Fine. You're my aunt. But Ling, you're also my girlfriend." Ling was confused. She gasped for breath, not knowing what to do.
"Give me time. Qiang. Give me time to face this, okay? Don't pressure me." "Ling, I won't pressure you. But I hope you won't hold back your feelings. Open your heart. I'll wait for you." I hugged Ling tightly. Slowly, I felt Ling's hands tighten around me too. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood. Our bodies embraced, our hearts intertwined.
That day we talked non-stop, but not a single word was about our relationship. Because I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once. Love can't be rushed.
After all, 20 years had passed. Ling almost didn't know what love was anymore, or even how to love. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still relevant to our lives. After all, although we knew each other, to be lovers, we needed to understand each other's lives, not just each other. Moreover, the age difference between Ling and me made it even more important for her to understand.
We talked and talked. I told her about my childhood and my family. I talked about my happiness and unhappiness. I talked about my life experiences. But I didn't talk about my past relationships. I thought it was best not to rush things. After all, we need to give each other some time and space to think. We chatted like that. I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words.
I know there's still a big gap between us. But I'm confident I can narrow that gap. Age doesn't matter. Don't movies and TV dramas often portray couples of different ages together?
Ling suddenly felt the room was getting dark. She realized it was late. We had been chatting all day without realizing it.
"Oh. It's dark."
"Yeah. It's so late."
"We were chatting so much we forgot about the time."
"That's perfect. We should have dinner right after we finish chatting."
Ling laughed. "You're so cheeky. Are you hungry?"
"No."
"Then...
" "Let's go out for a walk," I suggested. Ling agreed.
We decided to go to the night market. Ling was going to change her clothes. "Don't change, just go."
"No. I'll change."
"Okay," I said, indifferent. A little while later, Ling finished changing.
When Ling came out, my eyes lit up. Ling was dressed very young. Actually, Ling herself looks very young. Usually, because of work, although she's young, she dresses quite maturely and has a lot of charm. But tonight was different. Ling dressed very young, almost looking younger than me. I was so happy. I knew Ling was getting closer to me. She dressed very young, trying her best to be closer to me. I was so happy.
That night, we went shopping and had a great time. Ling was like a little girl, skipping and jumping. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago. No, it was exactly 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago.
We held hands and went to different night markets, even going to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We were so happy.
We went to eat snacks. We bought some cheap but pretty little things. We didn't stop until the night market was over.
On the way home, Ling looked at me. "I'm so happy. Thank you."
"So, do you like me, Ling?"
Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me. Tell me, do you like me?"
I pressed her. After a long silence, "Yes." Ling's head was lowered as much as it could go. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes." I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell. Ling was my girlfriend.
I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? Worn down by time and fate, they were exhausted. I suddenly hugged Ling tightly.
I didn't say anything, but I knew Ling could feel my thoughts. Because Ling was leaning against me. Her body was trembling. I suddenly felt my shoulders were so heavy. It wasn't just the weight of Ling's body. Instead, a responsibility now rested on my shoulders. A responsibility to make a woman happy. A responsibility to support a family.
My shoulders were wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry. Don't hold back your tears. Because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm here for you. You will always be happy.
" Ling's body trembled violently, but she remained silent. I knew she was holding back.
After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away and looked at me. Her face was covered in tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."
"Let's go home," I said. "Okay." I took her hand. Let's go home.
Xue didn't go home. She was at school. We entered the room. She didn't turn on the light. Neither did I. The door slowly closed behind us. I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack in the door. "Bang." The room was plunged into darkness. It was very quiet inside. So quiet that you could hear our breathing. Ling's breathing became rapid. Mine too. For some reason. We hugged each other. We kissed each other passionately. I was tearing at Ling's clothes. Ling was doing the same. We went from the living room to the bedroom. Kissing each other incessantly. Tearing at each other's clothes incessantly. Yes. Tearing. We were both frantic. Until neither of us had any clothes on.
I pressed Ling down onto the bed. The instant I fell, my arm jolted. The pain brought me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire suddenly vanished. My movements froze. Ling was still writhing beneath me.
Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me. Although the room was dark, I knew she was watching me. I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling began to reciprocate. We kissed. It was a deep kiss. Our tongues intertwined.
After a long time, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning. I knew what we both wanted. I still held her. "Ling, I love you." "Mmm." "Do you want to give yourself to me, Ling?" "Yes." "Thank you." I hugged her. Ling hugged me tightly, still responding to me. "Don't move. Just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me. Thank you!!"
That night I didn't take Ling. I knew. Ling was mine. She was mine. Her body would be mine. But that night I didn't take Ling. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were tightly intertwined. But besides hugging and kissing, we did nothing else!! Nothing else!!

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