My mother supported my schooling

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My Mother Supported My Schooling
Author: zgy5242
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The weather was still very hot at the end of August. School started tomorrow, and tuition fees were due. At noon, I went to my mother's house.
She and two of the sisters from the shop were chatting and waiting to serve the guests.
My mother came to the city from the countryside (years ago) to work. At that time, she told her family that she was working as a waitress in a restaurant,
but soon rumors spread in the village that my mother was working as a prostitute. I knew that a prostitute was a woman who
made money . I never believed it. In my mind, prostitutes were all glamorous and flirtatious women. How could
my mother be a rural woman who was almost 40 years old?
When the Spring Festival came at the end of the year, my mother bought a lot of things to bring home for the New Year. As soon as my mother came back, the house
became lively. My father, my younger sister and I were overjoyed. The aunts and uncles in the village were also very happy.
(The aunties all laughed. Another auntie laughed and said, "Liqun's son is his own son. He wouldn't be
coming to the house in a group all day to chatter with his mother. They'd all huddle together, giggling and laughing, sometimes whispering and
acting mysteriously. But the first thing the village elders say to my mother is always to praise her: 'Young lady, you've been out here for so long!
' I also noticed that my mother's face was much fairer and smoother than before. She had drawn her eyebrows and applied
lipstick, making her look at least ten years younger than the women of similar age in the village. Especially when my mother took off her thick down jacket at
home and was only wearing a thin fleece, her chest was full and her buttocks were round. I
couldn't help but think to myself, if my mother looked like this, she would be quite attractive to men.
My dad talked about this year's harvest, and they...") The children kept glancing at my mother, who was busy handing
them water. Her breasts jiggled and her hips swayed with every movement, making their eyes practically
blaze with desire.
After dark, the visitors gradually left, and my father urged my sister and me to go back to the west room to sleep, even
forbidding us from watching TV. I was 15 years old then, nearing the end of junior high. Originally, my father and I slept in the east room, and
my sister slept alone in the west room. Now that my mother was back, my sister and I shared a room. The kitchen and the other room were separated only
by the kitchen door, so we could hear everything my parents did there clearly.
Shortly after the lights were turned off, my parents started having sex, the sounds of their bodies colliding loud and
intense . My mother hadn't been back for over six months; my father's anxiety was palpable. My mother started moaning softly,
her voice both seductive and wanton, making me uneasy and unable to sleep. I reached down and felt my own
penis; it was hard and erect.
My parents in the other room weren't finished yet; they whispered and laughed for a while, I couldn't hear
what they were saying. Then my mother started moaning again, and my father started pounding into her again. I lay on the
kang (heated brick bed), barely daring to breathe, pretending to be asleep, my heart pounding with unbearable agitation.
At that moment, I noticed my younger sister, lying on the other side, was also having trouble sleeping. I wondered what she was thinking, hearing all this noise.
I rolled over and snuggled closer to her. She was 13, two years younger than me.
It was that winter that I started touching her body.
As I rubbed against her, I felt her legs—cool, smooth, and slender. As I reached my hand in, my younger sister hurriedly pushed open
the door, and her hoarse moans from inside strongly stimulated me. I pulled hard on her...
First, I put my feet under her blanket. She pretended to be asleep and ignored me. My feet were on her legs
, and I even stretched my legs further under the blanket.
She tried to cover herself, but when I grasped her round, plump breasts, she gave up resisting and
whispered fiercely in my ear, "Shameless." I chuckled and squeezed her breasts tightly;
her nipples hardened. Deeper into her flesh, I reached between her legs, and this time she
resisted strongly again. However, having already lost control of her breasts, she couldn't hold onto her vulva either.
To my surprise, she had grown a lot of pubic hair. As I stroked the pubic hair between her legs, my little sister
felt weak and sore, which made it easy for me. I realized that if I had wanted to fuck her then, she would have agreed. But
for those days, I was content with just reaching under her blanket to caress her. I didn't dare to do anything further,
afraid of making too much noise and letting my parents hear, and also afraid of getting pregnant because I was inexperienced.
After another day, my sister finally let me touch her penis. Her little hand grasped my hard, thick penis, and
I could feel her body trembling with urgency. I touched her genitals and found them unusually wet. My
fingers gently slipped into her vulva, and my sister let out a soft moan, but it was
as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Summer came this year, and I graduated from junior high school. It was time for high school, and my mother said she would support me no matter what.
University —perhaps it's because I've seen more of the world over the years that I understand the importance of common sense and education. Because I was worried about
the quality of teaching at the town's high school, my mother arranged for me to attend a boarding school in the city. That's how I came to
study in the city, near my mother.
Seeing me arrive at noon, my mother complained with concern: "Why didn't you come in the cooler morning? It's scorching hot
outside ." My mother's colleague saw me come in and immediately invited me to sit down, even washing some water for me to eat.
My mother brought me here once the day before yesterday. The sign outside says "Xiafei Massage Parlor." The parlor isn't very big.
Turning past the reception desk, there are seven massage rooms separated by wooden partitions. Each massage room only has a bed and a cabinet, so small
that it can only fit two people. Usually, when there are customers, they massage them here. Mom worked
too late that day, so she slept here.
All the money she'd saved was in her card. Mom gave me the card, telling me to go to the nearby bank to withdraw the money myself. Aunt
Yan Yan saw me leaving and stopped me. She said to my mom, "The bank is closed for lunch too. It's so hot outside these days
. Let Longlong rest here and cool off before you go." Aunt Yan Yan and Mom had a very good relationship.
Hearing the strange tone in her voice, Mom pinched her and laughed, scolding, "You little devil, you
always mention her. Before I came, Mom shared a room with her.
Because I was coming, Mom rented a new room closer to the school for me.
The air conditioning is on, so it's definitely cooler inside than outside." Hearing Aunt Yan Yan say this, Mom smiled and agreed.
She said, "Yes, yes, I didn't expect that either. Longlong, look, Aunt Yan still knows how to care for you." Then Mom
went into her room at the back.
Aunt Yan looked to be about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, with a very full figure. Her short-sleeved shirt looked
tight , and her exposed white arms and thighs under her short skirt were round and plump. She chuckled again, "Wait a
minute, you'll see." Then they laughed even louder.
I followed Mom to Langlingqing after she passed away. My mother was wearing a short-sleeved pullover and denim shorts. She
was much fuller than when she was at home. I noticed that her bra strap had left deep indentations on her back.
The shorts only reached her thighs, revealing her exceptionally plump, white, and round thighs. Her lace bra was
ridiculously low, practically sitting on her buttocks. The delicate lace bra couldn't contain her bulging buttocks, exposing
almost half of them.
I arrived in the city around August 10th. My mother told me to come early to get used to city life.
People wore very little clothing, and I felt dizzy and didn't dare to look around. It took time to get used to it, partly
because of the heat, and partly because the apartment my mother and I rented was too small to hide from the sun. My mother
never hesitated to cover her body in front of me .
Sometimes she would only cover her chest with a towel and ask me to wipe her back. When I wiped her waist, I would accidentally touch the soft flesh of her buttocks through the crook of
the towel . And often after wiping, her baggy pajama pants
would slip down to her buttocks, revealing her chubby bottom. But now, seeing my mother swaying her buttocks
in front of me felt very strange.
I immediately thought of my mother's profession; she was a prostitute. She would sway her big white buttocks like this, leading one
strange man after another into her small room. And then what would happen? This thought excited me so much that
as soon as I entered my mother's small massage room, which was only three or four square meters, she noticed my... My face flushed red. The
massage was too small; when Mom bent over to pour water, her buttocks were sticking out to the edge of the bed. I
shyly covered my face with the blanket. Later, my sister said that it was because of the sounds of them rubbing together that she
looked up and saw not only Mom's two big, white buttocks (almost completely exposed under her low-cut top), but also
her slightly darkened buttock cleft. My already hard penis was almost bursting
through the concealment of its thick, erection because of this scene, and I felt a little embarrassed.
What made me even more embarrassed was that Aunt Yan Yan brought in a bowl of washed strawberries. Before
she could say anything, I could hear from her giggling laughter that she must have also noticed the big bulge under my shirt. Mom...
When I heard Aunt Yan Yan ask this, something seemed important, so I hesitated and said, "Yes, I did. I just handed
the massage to Mom." Aunt Yan Yan smiled and said to her, "By the way, it's still early. You're just keeping Longlong company,
not talking properly, all you do is act all horny."
Then she whispered in my ear, "Does it feel good?"
Aunt Yan Yan was quite plump. Mom pinched her, but she didn't seem to feel any pain or tickle, and laughed even louder. Mom
ignored her, picked up a strawberry and put it in my mouth, then sat down against the headboard. Mom gently
stroked and said, "Longlong, let Mom massage your head. Relax. If you're sleepy, take
a nap."
Aunt Yan Yan also sat down at the foot of the bed next to my legs. As soon as Mom finished speaking to me, she quickly said:
“Such a mistake! You pressed the wrong spot, Longlong definitely won't relax.” She then giggled again.
Mom was both amused and annoyed, and spat at her, “You think you pressed it correctly?”
Aunt Yan Yan held my leg, smiling at me with narrowed eyes, and asked, “Longlong, do you think Auntie is right?”
I didn't know how to answer when I heard voices outside, followed by someone calling for Yan Yan. Aunt Yan Yan agreed and
went out. Mom said it might be a guest. Immediately, Aunt Yan Yan called from outside again, “Liqun, Liqun.” Mom's
thick, round buttocks came out, and the feeling of them filled me with a sense of fullness, reminding me of Mom's swaying, round hips.
Mom told me to wait a moment and got up to go to the front as well.
After a while, Aunt Yan Yan laughed… She came back and said to me, "It seems that Wuxie will have to have Auntie keep you company today,
because I've got heatstroke." She made me lie down on the bed and then poured me a pot of cooled tea.
She's become younger and prettier in just one year.
She let me give Longlong a massage, and you'll realize how much I care about him. "
This customer only lets your mother get a foot massage at this time; no one else does."
After Aunt Yanyan's passing, my mother said somewhat awkwardly, "Should we talk to the customer again? Look,
Longlong is here, I..."
Aunt Yanyan interrupted her, "Oh, what's the
big deal? Let Longlong lie down over there for a while. You won't look so awkward at school." "You'll be done soon, making money without upsetting the customers. They'll come back often next time."
Not wanting to delay my mother's work, I quickly stood up and said, "I'm not hot anymore, let's go to the bank now."
My mother pulled me along, saying, "Okay, don't rush, go rest at Yan Yan's place. I'll attend to
the customer ."
The customer sat on the sofa in the lobby. Aunt Yan Yan and I went to her room and saw my mother calling the
customer. My mother's voice was soft and charming. The customer was a refined young man in his early thirties.
From my aunt's door, I went to my mother's room. Yan Yan's door was open. My mother glanced at me, then
carried a steaming basin of water over quickly, without looking back.
I heard my mother close the door... Aunt Yanyan closed the door as well. I had been listening intently
, and she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. I felt a pang of shame and hesitated, but hearing
my mother's voice over there, a slight look of disappointment crossed my face. Aunt Yanyan sat beside me,
gently massaging my body with her soft little hands. Seeing my attentive expression, she teased me with a smile, "Longlong,
do you want to hear your mother's voice over there?"
I chuckled, speechless. My arms were wrapped around her waist; her breasts were so round and plump that I couldn't even grasp them with my hands
. As she spoke to me, she leaned against me, her two large, round breasts pressing against my chest. I
peered through her neckline, and the two white mounds of flesh were fully exposed. My hands couldn't reach her breasts behind her back.
However, I couldn't hold back any longer. I softly called out "Yan Yan" and reached under her skirt, kneading her plump breasts.
Aunt Yan Yan pressed even closer to me, as if she knew what I was thinking.
She whispered in my ear, "Longlong, tell Auntie, did Liqun give you a massage at home?"
I was giving you a head massage, didn't you see? "
Get some sleep, then Longlong can go later."
Aunt Yan Yan shrugged. "You little rascal, you know Auntie isn't asking that." She shifted
her body and reached between my legs, covering my erect penis, and whispered lewdly, "Your
erection is so painful." Aunt Yan Yan leaned forward, unbuckled my belt, and said with a smile, "Your mother didn't
give you a massage, so let Auntie give you one."
I couldn't help but ask, "You massage like this?"
Yan Yan glared at me. "Just pretend you're stupid." "When my pants came down, my thick, long penis stood
erect, and Aunt Yan couldn't help but exclaim 'Ah!' She then grasped it in her hand and began to stroke it . I also felt
a sense of pleasure, so I reached out to touch it. Aunt Yan had already unhooked her bra, and her two large, white breasts, which were so big I
couldn't even grasp them with one hand.
I lifted her shirt, wanting to see her breasts, and Aunt Yan knelt down, holding her two plump
breasts close to my face. Aunt Yan's breasts were large, but her nipples weren't big or dark in color. '
Did Mom ever massage you here?' I hurriedly shook my head. Aunt Yan rubbed and massaged them more vigorously, and I thought my penis
looked like a cherry. I had heard from my mother that Aunt Yan was divorced and had never had children." I sucked on her
back and kissed her repeatedly. Aunt Yan Yan moaned softly, pulling my head close to her chest. My face was buried
in her full cleavage, my mouth and nose pressed against her plump breasts. For a while, I felt like I was going to choke.
Later, Aunt Yan Yan and I lay side by side on the bed. She skillfully and gently stroked my penis with her hand, and I rubbed
her breasts. Ayi lifted my ear and asked, "Longlong, have you ever fucked a cunt?"
My hand, which was holding her breast, dared not... I shook my head, my voice heavy with anxiety: "No, I haven't."
Aunt Yan leaned closer, pressing, "Not with your mother, and not with any other women either?"
My heart pounded with apprehension; I dared not admit it. I was afraid Aunt Yan would ask who I'd slept with, and I really couldn't tell her.
Seeing me shake my head again, Aunt Yan lay flat on her back. She grabbed one of my hands and guided it between her legs, a hint of arousal in her voice.
(The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.) I'm home. At noon, the shop was still
untouched. "Come on, little treasure Longlong, touch Auntie's pussy."
My hand slipped into Aunt Yan Yan's vulva. The pubic hair was warm and moist. As I ran through the fine pubic hair, Aunt Yan Yan's
plump vulva was already slippery and muddy. My fingers teased her labia; it seemed as if I were inserting my fingers into her
body , but it was more like she was swallowing them whole. I thought of my younger sister. I had also secretly slipped
my fingers between her legs at night. My little sister's genitals were dry and tight, even when wet, it was only like a little bit of saliva on her lips, unlike Aunt Yan Yan's overflowing
state . 　　And my mother, what was that refined brother doing with her at this moment? Was there one of his hands between my mother's legs? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask Aunt Yan Yan, "Auntie, when you massage customers..." 　　Not only do the village girls and wives come to visit, but during the off-season, some uncles and elders also come to my house to sit and keep me company. "Is it all like this?" 　　Aunt Yan Yan held my penis, her eyes slightly closed, and said, "Does it feel good when Auntie touches you like this?" I heard my mother call him "little brother," and this "little brother" was just like I had just done, following behind my mother after her death. I nodded in agreement as I walked past Yan Yan. Yan Yan then said, "When we massage customers like this, they feel comfortable and will pay more ." 　　I said "oh," and then asked, "If my mother massages a customer's feet like she does now, will she not pay ?" My pants. My mother must have noticed when she handed me the water that I was lying on the bed, my thin summer pants... 　　Aunt Yan Yan heard me ask this and couldn't help but giggle. She turned to face me and said, "My dear, you've been here with your mother for so long, why don't you try it with her? Don't look at your mother like that, Auntie tells you, whatever you want, your mother will allow you." She moved her hair towards me and whispered lewdly in my ear: “ Liqun is a real slut.” 　　I was displeased when I heard her say that about my mother. Aunt Yanyan continued to laugh lewdly. She kissed my earlobe with her mouth, and after a while, she stuck her tongue out and licked my cheek, my ear, and even stuck her tongue into my ear canal and licked it. The strange pleasure made me groan involuntarily. Aunt Yanyan stopped. 　　I hummed in desire as she continued. Aunt Yanyan asked again, “Do you know how your mother does foot massage?... She licks people’s feet, even between their toes, making them feel incredibly comfortable.” 　　Aunt Yanyan’s words surprised and delighted me—my mother licks people’s feet? Aunt 　　Yanyan was shocked by what she realized and continued, “Not only does she lick, but she also lets people play with her cunt with their feet.” 　　Such a thing… such a thing? I was stunned by what Aunt Yanyan revealed. I thought stupidly: what was between my mother’s legs wasn’t someone’s hand, but a foot. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued)

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