[Urban] The Underwear Romance (Complete) - 19-21

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The Underwear Romance 1-6

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Opening the drawer in my room, I found it crammed full of all sorts of women's underwear—a tiny drawer less than fifty centimeters square. Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged in the drawer. This was my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.

I cared for my collection like a pet, knowing the owner of each piece. Whenever I played with them, it felt like I was cuddling with their owners—how intoxicating!

My inexplicable connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve. My aunt, who had immigrated to the United States many years ago, returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed at our home for over half a month. My aunt had always been the most beautiful in the family, and after so many years, she was even more mature and stunningly beautiful.

I, only in fifth grade, couldn't believe I had such inappropriate thoughts about her! But thoughts were one thing, actions another. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—my aunt's underwear.

Women's underwear is something you see on the back balcony every day; it's not a big deal. But in the past, I'd only ever seen the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear was always simple, prioritizing comfort over anything fancy, and my sister, being younger, wore only girlish underwear, nothing attractive. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothing. But after seeing my aunt's underwear, I was completely stunned.

Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, open design—I wondered what such underwear could possibly cover? Yet, this was exactly what my aunt wore every day!

And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards, my aunt's underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And so, women's underwear plunged me into an abyss from which I've been unable to escape ever since.

Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very appealing, and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even used them for masturbation, but didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's apartment.

Whether it was coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house, the landlord rented the apartment to female students long-term. Because of this, a whole row of women's underwear could almost always be seen on the back balcony. Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually peeked out from the back balcony every day, and once I spotted my prey, I never missed.

As a result, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible!

But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month.

The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits. The

new neighbors had moved in a week ago. My mother said it was a woman in her early forties and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she similar to my mother? Looking at my mother, I could probably deduce the new neighbor's appearance and the style of underwear she wore.

That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned over the iron railing to see if the new neighbor's, that forty-year-old woman's, underwear was any different from my mother's.

An unbelievable thing happened!

My God! These were…women's underwear! These were real underwear!

I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed a forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor turned out to be a woman of exceptional taste.

Black, purple, dark red, apple green—a riot of colors—corresponded to the lingerie hanging under the eaves, swaying in the breeze, and my spirits soared with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was the epitome of style, but now, even sexier, more romantic, even slightly obscene lingerie was appearing on the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house.

The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two differ too much, the underwear loses its allure. So, I wanted to meet her.

Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I could even approach her, she came to my door.

When I first saw her, it was hard to reconcile her with her sexy underwear. It wasn't because she was ugly; on the contrary, her beautiful face and tall figure were stunning. Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, but the undeniable femininity she exuded made her appear younger.

The reason lay in her clothing.

A noble and elegant dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy lingerie. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear!

"Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor, please take care of me."

She was the Aunt Zhang I would later call "in public," and "godmother" in private!

Chapter Two: Losing the Wind

I didn't particularly like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed a master underwear thief, in the five years I had been "committing crimes," I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered.

Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony staring at the underwear she hung on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all her underwear, noting the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. This went on for a full month. After tallying it up, I discovered she had over thirty sets of various underwear, not including those she hadn't worn yet.

Finally, I decided to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties. That purple, silky, sexy panty was simply too alluring, as if beckoning me, "Steal me, steal me!"

The panty was successfully stolen.

That very day, I used this new item to cover my penis and masturbated for a full three hours, ejaculating four or five times. This was an experience I had never had before, and it certainly demonstrated its irresistible allure!

As the saying goes, once is never enough. I usually don't steal from the same person repeatedly in a short period, because it's easy to attract their attention. But Aunt Zhang's underwear was just too alluring, and I was addicted to it. So, I made my first mistake ever, stealing four pairs of her sexy underwear.

Just as I was about to steal it for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from the next house.

"So it's you. I've been waiting for you for so long." I

'd been caught red-handed, and I had to find a way to deal with it. I figured Aunt Zhang would forgive my youthful ignorance, considering I was still young! I took the underwear I'd stolen from her balcony over the past few days, and with a heart full of fear, to her doorstep, ready to face merciless punishment... What if she didn't accept my apology and insisted on calling the police? I might go to jail!! Oh my god!! What should I do?

Just as I hesitated at her doorstep, the door opened from the inside.

"Aren't you coming in? What are you doing out there?"

Aunt Zhang greeted me with a kind smile, gesturing for me to enter the house. Standing outside, my legs trembled with fear; I didn't know if I'd ever come out.

"I...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...I was indecent...I..."

In my anxiety, tears welled up in my eyes. But then Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with more hot tea, asking me to have a drink with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, watching the kind Aunt Zhang fill my cup, wondering what she was up to.

I placed the four stolen pairs of underwear on the coffee table, keeping my head down, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Drink up! It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Aunt Zhang… these underwear…"

She seemed to deliberately avoid mentioning the underwear, but since the four pairs were already on the table, I had no choice but to pick them up.

"You like the underwear I wear?"

I nodded.

"Besides these, I suppose you have other women's underwear in your house?"

she said bluntly, and I had no choice but to agree.

"So you're an underwear collector. Looks like we're kindred spirits."

What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits"? Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up at her for the first time.

"Finally, I don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."

"You said...we're kindred spirits...what does that mean?"

She picked up the purple panties in her hand, examining them closely, her seriousness no less than mine, but this was rare for a woman.

"These panties, I asked a friend to buy them in Paris, they're designed by a famous designer! Don't let the lack of fabric fool you, they cost me a lot of money. These black panties, I bought them at a boutique in Japan..." Good

heavens, she knew every single pair of panties like the back of her hand, even knowing their origins. What else could this be but a kindred spirit? No wonder she had so many underwear, and each one was so alluring; the charm of underwear is probably irresistible even to women.

"Actually, I noticed when you stole my first pair of underwear. But, we're both into this, and I didn't want to make things difficult for you. But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't stop you, I'd suffer a huge loss."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

"By the way, what did you do with my underwear after you stole it?"

Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used her underwear to cover my penis and masturbate, she'd kill me. Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

"You little brat, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in the stench of your semen."

I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a sly smile.

"Why are all you young boys like this? Even my son is no exception."

"What? Your son also... took yours...?"

"Yes."

I never expected that even Aunt Zhang's own son would be interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.

"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."

"What do you want?"

"From now on, you're punished by coming to my house every day and keeping me company."

I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! What surprised me even more was that she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.

"Take them if you like! Consider it a gift from me. Please take care of me in the future."

And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere full of surprise and joy, thus beginning our inseparable bond.

Chapter 3 Godmother

A month passed, and I went to Aunt Zhang's house every day. She was like a kind older sister next door, always greeting me warmly. I never expected that Aunt Zhang, a woman of the same forty years old, would be so different from my mother. My mother is a typical middle-aged woman, while Aunt Zhang seems like a newlywed. Sometimes I even fantasize about how wonderful it would be if Aunt Zhang were my mother! Thinking of this, I can't help but feel envious and jealous of Aunt Zhang's son.

She told me that her son is a year or two younger than me, but much taller. He went back to his school dormitory in the south a few days after moving here because of the start of the school year, so we haven't seen each other since. As for why she's single,

she didn't explain, and I was too embarrassed to ask.

Aunt Zhang is kind and charming, and I quickly fell into her gentle trap. Sometimes I even ate dinner with her. She said that she and her son rarely saw each other, and that having me with her made her feel at home.

"Why don't I become your godson? Let me take care of you."

This sudden idea surprised her, but she readily agreed. The only condition was that in private, we would address each other as mother and son, but in public, I could only call her Aunt Zhang.

"From now on, your godmother will treat you like her own son. I hope you will treat me like your own mother too. Don't be like my heartless son who left without a word..."

I didn't know why, but every time my godmother mentioned her son, her face always showed a mixture of joy and sadness.

"Don't worry, godmother, I will treat you ten times better than I would my own mother. If you don't mind, I can call you Mom from now on."

Perhaps she was too emotional, as she hugged me tightly, repeatedly calling me "my good son, my dear son, my sweet little Gan."

From then on, I had two homes. My mother had never cared much about me, but now I seemed to have found my place. Sometimes I even thought that my godmother's home was my real home.

Perhaps my godmother only sought me out because she was lonely, but my feelings for her were much more complicated. Because of her underwear, Aunt Zhang became my godmother. Although I genuinely treated her like my own mother, whenever I saw her beautiful face, her graceful figure, and her undeniable femininity, an evil desire welled up from the depths of my heart, impossible to suppress.

Every night, I could only relieve my unbearable lust by masturbating with the few pairs of underwear she gave me. But how long could this last? I seriously doubted.

Several times, I found a few pairs of dirty underwear in my godmother's bathroom. For a man, this was an absolute treasure. A few strands of my godmother's pubic hair were still stuck to the underwear, and the yellowish crotch emitted a strong, fishy stench—was it urine or feces? I couldn't resist licking the secretions off the underwear and then masturbating while sitting on the toilet…

My godmother had already given me her most cherished pairs of underwear; I had no reason to steal hers. But the magic of underwear was like a bottomless abyss, never satisfied. But even if I stole all her underwear, what then? Instead of stealing, why not... let her offer it to me herself...?

It's a strange idea, but the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. But how?

I thought of her son.

I remembered her saying that her son had been using her underwear to masturbate since he was ten years old. But as a mother, how could she tolerate her son using her underwear to masturbate for so many years? If I could find out the reason, wouldn't I be able to do the same?

"Are you still using my underwear to masturbate?"

That night, she suddenly asked this embarrassing question, and I nodded.

"Mom, your underwear is so tempting. Even just looking at it can make a man's body burn with desire."

"So, you've had your eye on my body too!"

I didn't expect to get such a thing out of her with just one sentence, but my godmother's question seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that if it weren't for my underwear, I wouldn't have a son like you. Come to think of it, I should really thank those old clothes."

"Mom... I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it?"

"We're family now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I want to... see Mom's collection... Mom's underwear."

It was indeed a strange request, but my godmother didn't refuse and led me into her room. I'd been in my godmother's room many times, and although I knew all her underwear was kept in each wardrobe, I'd never actually seen it. Now that she'd made the request, my godmother couldn't refuse, even though showing her her son her underwear was quite embarrassing.

My godmother opened the large sandalwood wardrobe by the window. It had twenty small drawers. She casually opened one, revealing several bras and panties neatly folded into small balls. If each drawer contained five sets of underwear, the wardrobe would hold hundreds of sets—several times more than I had expected.

"It's all here. Take your time looking! Be careful not to mess it up."

Perhaps embarrassed, she turned and left after speaking. And me? If I could look in a mirror, I would see a pair of shining eyes and a grinning mouth. Good heavens, this is a treasure trove!!

Chapter Three: Confession

An hour later, I walked out of my godmother's room with a motherly smile. She was sitting on the sofa, seemingly having waited for me for a long time.

"How was it? Didn't disappoint you?"

"More than that! It was an eye-opener!"

I exaggeratedly described my inner emotion, and my godmother listened with a smile. Her wardrobe was practically a small lingerie museum, containing everything imaginable.

"It's so nice to be a woman, to be able to wear such beautiful lingerie and panties."

"What? This is the first time I've heard of this. However, I don't love these lingeries because I like wearing sexy ones. Otherwise... no matter how beautiful or sexy lingerie is, it's just a piece of clothing, no different from socks on your feet, right?"

I knew my godmother's words had a hidden meaning, and she obviously had something she couldn't say, which was the secret I wanted to know.

"I don't understand. If you don't like it, why do you have so many underwear? And why are they all so sexy and flashy? My mom's underwear is barely better than a flour sack. Could it be because of... a man...? Your husband? Am I right?"

"Half right. But I have to tell you, I divorced a long time ago. Come to think of it, I've been single for about ten years."

"The only man in your house... could it be...?"

"Don't guess."

"You once said your son also uses your underwear to masturbate. Could it be because..."

"I said don't guess! Your godmother is a little tired and wants to rest. You should go home."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke."

"I don't care about your business. I'll let you know the reason when I have the chance."

Sure enough, the reason was her son. A son masturbating with his mother's underwear, plus a mother buying sexy underwear to provide her son with masturbation tools—what an interesting picture!

Chapter Four Happy Birthday

My godmother's birthday is March 20th, the last day of Pisces. People born on this day possess the extremely emotional personality of Pisces, combined with a touch of the impulsive nature of Aries, often doing unexpected things. However, conversely, if someone makes a special move towards her, they can also reap unexpected rewards.

"Happy Birthday!"

My godmother was startled when she opened the door by my sudden birthday greeting. I appeared at her door with a birthday cake and a mysterious little gift, making her very happy.

"Come to think of it, I've been spending my birthday alone for five years now. By the way, you little devil, how did you know it was my birthday today?"

I scratched my head and had to confess that I had accidentally seen her ID card on the dressing table.

"Oh dear! Now you've discovered my age too, which is a woman's biggest secret!"

"Don't worry, godmother, you don't look like a forty-year-old woman at all..."

My godmother tapped my head with her finger to shut me up, but I could tell she was flattered by my unexpected blessing. She personally cooked a delicious meal and opened a bottle of red wine, saying it was to make up for the past five years of celebrations. We ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, the bottle of wine was gone.

"Oh, right, godmother, I have another gift for you. I went to great lengths to get this."

A beautifully wrapped little box, almost weightless in my hand, was opened by my godmother with a hint of curiosity, her face immediately showing joy and shyness.

"Although I know my godmother wears designer brands, this is all I can afford with my allowance..."

My godmother held up a pair of bright red lace panties. The almost transparent panties only had a blooming rose embroidered in red thread on the crotch area. I bought it from an adult mail order. Although it couldn't compare to my godmother's other panties in terms of style or material, it would definitely look incredibly sexy on her.

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"

Tears welled up in my godmother's eyes. She clutched the panties tightly in her hands, unable to control herself for a long time.

"Godmother... are you alright? It's just a cheap pair of panties..."

"No, no, no, this is more precious than any designer brand."

"Will you wear it often?"

"Of course! I love it to death! I never knew you had such good taste. You truly are a panty collector."

My godmother hugged me and planted a deep kiss on my forehead. I smelled the fragrance and scent of alcohol emanating from my godmother, and suddenly my heart fluttered. Coupled with her deep kiss, I suddenly had the urge to kiss her.

"Godmother... I... I... may I kiss you?"

My godmother looked at me, her face slightly flushed with intoxication, then closed her eyes without saying a word. Were her slightly parted lips hinting at something? My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my godmother was still holding me tightly. What should I do...?

Suddenly, my godmother's moist, soft lips pressed against mine, then quickly pulled away. Although it was only a fleeting touch, it truly shocked my heart! My godmother had kissed me first!

"Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me today."

We sat on the large sofa in the living room, my slightly tipsy godmother nestled against my shoulder like a docile Persian cat. Although it wasn't the first time I'd been so close to my godmother, I felt unusually excited.

"Want to hear your godmother tell a story?"

"You mean…?"

"My story. Haven't you always been curious?"

"But every time I ask you, you get angry. Why are you telling me today?"

"Because only today did I find my real son, and that person is you."

"What? I'm getting more and more confused. What about your son?"

"I don't know where he is either. But the reason I moved here is actually to hide from him."

"Hide from your own son?"

"What? Isn't that a fascinating story?"

And so, my godmother spent the entire evening recounting an unbelievable family tragedy to me.

Chapter Five: The Birth of the Tragedy .

At seventeen, I gave birth to my son, Zizai, the product of a night of passion with my boyfriend. Unfortunately, Zizai's father disappeared without a trace. My ex-husband was my high school classmate. He had secretly loved me during our school days. We met again at a class reunion, and after learning of my situation, he felt great sympathy for me, which moved me deeply. He proposed to me, and I married him without hesitation.

After marriage, we did have a very happy married life for a while, but because we couldn't conceive, he began to feel resentful about Zizai's existence, and this resentment grew stronger and stronger. Ultimately, we divorced.

At that time, Zizai was only five years old, while I was still a woman without the ability to support myself. I had no choice but to leave Zizai with my brother's family to be raised by others, while I passed the exam to become a flight attendant and flew to countries all over the world...

During this time, because of my work, I rarely contacted them. My brother and sister-in-law always treated Zizai like their own son, so I felt at ease. I even planned to send Zizai to my brother to be adopted, but things didn't go as planned. My brother's business failed, and he incurred a large debt. Unable to support himself, he was no longer able to raise Zizai, so he asked me to take Zizai back with me. That's when I quit my job as a flight attendant and returned to Taiwan to settle down.

I didn't see my biological son for seven whole years. I never imagined that my son would be in the first year of junior high school, tall and handsome, a spitting image of his father.

Facing his mother, who had abandoned him when he was young, Zizai seemed very unfamiliar and shy. I rented an apartment and began to rebuild our mother-son relationship.

In the first few months after our reunion, Zizai treated me like a stranger. After school, he would lock himself in his room and not come out until dinner time. I tried to communicate with him, but the situation didn't improve. Ultimately, it was my fault; how could I blame my son? This ambiguous relationship between us lasted for over six months. Then,

on Mother's Day that year, when I came home from work, I unexpectedly found a gift on my bedside table: a card and a bouquet of carnations. This unexpected gift became the turning point for my son and me, breaking through our cold relationship. In the card, Zizai revealed his feelings and thoughts over the past six months.

I initially thought he was angry with me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a mother, but it turned out to be completely different. I had been overthinking it; otherwise, our mother-son relationship could have been resolved six months ago.

"Mom, I don't know how to express my feelings to you, because to me, you've always been a stranger to me. When I found out that my mother was actually my aunt, the shock was immense, and I couldn't accept it at first. But when I saw you, a strange feeling told me that you are my real mother.

I didn't know how to call a stranger 'Mom,' so I was conflicted. I could only hide my true feelings and avoid you every day, but I want to tell you, Mom, I love you."

And just like that, all my inner turmoil was resolved, and from then on, my son Zizai truly returned to my side.

Time flies, and two years have passed. Zizai is now a young man, sixteen years old, tall and strong, which makes me very happy. For the past two years, Zizai has been my biggest pillar. Just when it seemed that our happy days as mother and son were about to arrive, a sudden accident changed our relationship again. Chapter Six:

The Accident

At eight o'clock in the morning, after Zizai went to school, I took the broom and, as usual, cleaned the whole house.

Zizai has always been a clean freak. His room is always the tidiest and cleanest spot in the house. I sat on Zizai's bed, looking around at the spotless room, leaving him no room to exert himself. I glanced at a photo on the bedside table—a picture of my son and me from a trip to the south last year. Zizai always praised me for looking beautiful in the photo. Even though he's already a sixteen-year-old boy, he still insists on keeping our photo on his bedside table, which deeply touched me.

Flipping through the photo album on the table, besides Zizai himself, it was filled with pictures of her. The thick album didn't contain a single girl his age. I had asked Zizai about this before, and he simply told me in his usual playful tone, "In my heart, no woman can compare to Mom. Mom is the most beautiful and gentle goddess."

Looking at Zizai's handsome face in the album, and remembering his praise, a knowing smile crept onto my lips. I love Zizai more than anything, not only because he is my own flesh and blood, but also because of his understanding nature, which always makes me feel like the happiest mother in the world. Zizai is the most carefully crafted masterpiece of my life, and he seems to understand my intentions perfectly, never letting me down. Because of this, I am willing to sacrifice everything for him and do anything.

In the afternoon, the weather became unusually hot. Unfortunately, the only air conditioner in the house had broken down recently. Living on the top floor, I couldn't bear the heat and decided to take a cold shower.

Sure enough, the cool water made me feel refreshed. I only intended to soak in the bathtub for a short rest before getting up, but I actually fell asleep in the tub.

A series of hurried footsteps rushed from the door to the bathroom. The sound of the door opening startled me awake. When I opened my eyes, I saw Zizai standing naked in front of me. A moment later, I realized I was also lying naked in the bathtub. Worse still, I hadn't even brought any clean underwear into the bathroom, so I could only cover my genitals and breasts with my hands.

"I...I'm sorry...It's hot outside, I rushed home to shower, I didn't know..."

"No, it's my fault, I fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it."

Mother and son looked at each other awkwardly, occasionally catching a glimpse of each other's naked bodies. Despite their close relationship, they were both adults, and facing a mature, naked body, even mother and son couldn't help but blush and feel their hearts race. Just as

Zizai was about to leave the bathroom, I called him back.

"Do me a favor, go to my room and get some underwear for Mom..."

Zizai then realized his mother hadn't even prepared any clothes. He went to his mother's room and opened her wardrobe. Colorful panties and bras were neatly arranged before him. Not knowing which one to grab, he closed his eyes, grabbed a pair of panties and a bra, and ran to the bathroom.

He slipped the underwear through the crack in the door, and I thanked him before closing the door again.

"Mom, are you alright? Why aren't you coming out?"

I sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, holding the underwear Zizai had just brought in, but I hesitated to put it on. In his haste, Zizai had grabbed a pair of panties he used to flirt with his boyfriend in the bedroom—pink sheer fabric with sexy lace trim, so small it barely covered anything. How could I walk out of the bathroom and into front of my son wearing that? But I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever either; this put me in a dilemma.

Hearing Zizai calling from outside, if I didn't come out soon, he might think something had happened and rush in. The only option was to pretend to be calm and walk out.

The door opened, and I nonchalantly walked out wearing the sexy pink sheer panties, rushing straight into the room without looking back, completely unaware of how my son would perceive this scene.

Yes, my mother emerged from the bathroom, looking incredibly sexy, which truly shocked Zizai outside the door. He stared intently at her sexy panties and her alluring figure, as if he were watching an erotic film.

Entering the bathroom, Zizai gazed at the bathtub filled with the liquid that had soaked his mother's body all afternoon, and a wicked thought suddenly occurred to him: he jumped into the tub, soaking himself in the liquid that had just touched every inch of his mother's skin. He longed to smell the lingering scent of her body, to remember how every drop of water had intimately flowed over her cheeks, her breasts, and her genitals. He wanted to use this water to make the closest possible contact with his mother's body.

Finally, he masturbated in the bathtub and ejaculated in the very water where he had once been intimately involved with her…

This was something Zizai told me about later.

Recalling that embarrassing scene, I felt utterly ashamed. How could I ever hold my head up in front of my child again? But then she calmed herself down and thought, "I am Zizai's mother. Isn't Zizai's body also flesh and blood that I gave him? Why should I blush at seeing his private parts? Besides, why should I feel ashamed for letting my son see me wearing sexy underwear?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror. Looking at my graceful figure, I didn't look like the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy at all. It was Zizai, not me, who should be blushing.

At the dinner table, the mother and son tried to avoid each other's gaze, just eating with their heads down. They were like children who had done something wrong, and any glance would expose their embarrassing moments.

Although the days passed one by one, the accident that happened that afternoon was not forgotten. On the contrary, it spread quietly in our bodies like a virus.

Everything seemed to return to calm. I still cleaned the house after Zizai left. I had been doing the same thing for more than two years. I was so familiar with it that I could do it with my eyes closed. But today was different, because she accidentally found a woman's panties under Zizai's pillow.

Pink sheer fabric, sexy lace trim—I immediately recognized them as the panties from that afternoon when I'd made myself look like a slut in front of my son. How they ended up under Zizai's pillow, I had no idea. Examining the panties closely, I found them covered in stains of filth, emitting a foul odor. As a grown woman, I was certain that Zizai had been masturbating with his own panties these past few days.

This conclusion shocked even myself. My lively and cheerful Zizai masturbating with his own panties—I'd never imagined such a scene.

Thinking back, since that incident that afternoon, Zizai had indeed been behaving strangely. Although he tried his best to appear natural, he couldn't escape my notice as his mother. This explains why I've been feeling like someone's spying on me while I shower lately. I initially thought I was being overly sensitive, but there's no one else at home except for Zizai. She called out several times, but there was still silence outside. So, I decided to investigate my wild guess.

After dinner, I went into the bathroom to shower, pretending the door was accidentally left open, leaving a tiny crack for peeping.

While showering, I deliberately turned my back to the crack, but placed a small mirror in front of me so I could clearly see who was spying. Sure enough, soon after, I saw a figure moving outside. It was none other than Zizai.

Zizai has fallen for me, not just as a son's love for his mother, but also as a man's infatuation with a mature and alluring woman. In Zizai's mind, I've transcended the role of a simple mother and become the object of his fantasies.

Learning the truth didn't bring relief; on the contrary, it made me feel even heavier. I love Zizai more than myself. I would give everything for my son without complaint, but I never thought that this would include my own body.

That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Zizai playing with my underwear and masturbating. Strangely enough, I wasn't angry at all; I was even a little excited. At that moment, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, involuntarily sliding into my underwear... When I came to my senses, I found that my underwear was already soaked.

The Underwear Romance 7-12

Chapter Seven: Troubled by Love

I originally thought that my godmother's story was a boring and dull memory, but I didn't expect to unexpectedly uncover a secret mother-son relationship. The plot became more and more suspenseful and somewhat taboo, but my godmother always glossed over it at the crucial moment. But even so, it made my heart itch. Not to mention her son Zizai, even if it were me, facing this beautiful and graceful mother every day, it would be hard not to do something inappropriate.

My godmother paused for a while, seemingly embarrassed by the unfolding story, so she hesitated to speak. Being a considerate man, although I wanted to hear the whole story, I stopped her.

Sure enough, she was deeply moved by my gesture, which reminded me of her beloved son, Zizai. She nestled tightly in my arms, wanting me to hold her close, because she intended to finish the story, and what followed might cause her some unease…

And so, the story of incest between a mother and son began to unfold from my godmother's lips.

Since discovering Zizai's love for his mother, my godmother had become somewhat uneasy. Reason told her she should talk things out with Zizai to prevent him from sinking deeper, but her selfish soul thought otherwise. Her son's infatuation was a good thing; this way, she could completely possess him and never have to worry about him being seduced by a young, beautiful girl and losing her precious child.

Although the godmother had her own agenda, Zizai wanted more than just emotional love; he also had physical sexual needs. The godmother was fully aware of this, but she couldn't let go of the irreconcilable mother-son relationship. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for Zizai, but she didn't want to implicate her son in incest. In this helpless situation, the godmother could only try her best to satisfy Zizai's desires, providing him with any material he could use for sexual fantasies to hold onto his heart.

With this naive idea in mind, the godmother began to go to great lengths to dress herself up. Already beautiful, and with a sexy figure, her innocent attire already captivated countless men, let alone her alluring outfits.

The godmother's skirts grew shorter and shorter, her clothes became increasingly revealing and flamboyant, even her pajamas were as thin as gauze, and her underwear was the epitome of provocation—transparent, short, sexy, and alluring styles of form-fitting lingerie filled her wardrobe in just a few weeks, all to attract Zizai's attention and provide him with more and more stimulating masturbation tools.

Sure enough, under the godmother's skillful arrangement, Zizai was gradually falling into her pink trap. The godmother noticed that the spare underwear she deliberately left in the bathroom after showering would mysteriously disappear, only to reappear a few days later. During those days of disappearance, the godmother could almost picture Zizai sniffing her panties, even licking the remaining secretions, while indulging in masturbation. Strangely enough, every time she thought about this, the godmother would become unusually excited, and even had the urge to masturbate. Her heart was filled with lust, and she wished she could run to Zizai at this moment, spread her legs and shout to him, "Come on! My good son, if you want to lick, just lick my pussy. What fun is there in licking a piece of cloth?" But how could a mother say such a thing to her son?

Just as his godmother had predicted, Zizai was already deeply trapped in the snare his mother had intentionally or unintentionally laid, and he couldn't extricate himself. Ever since he first masturbated with his mother's sexy underwear, Zizai had been intoxicated by this fantasy game of sex and love. He knew that using his mother as the object of his sexual fantasies was a despicable and vulgar thing, and stealing his mother's intimate underwear as a tool for masturbation made him even more uneasy. But the more taboo something is, the more it can arouse a deep desire. Sometimes he would even use his mother's underwear to wrap his penis and masturbate, thinking that what was covering his penis was not a piece of cloth, but his mother's soft and wet vagina...

Zizai, who was immersed in this taboo game, didn't seem to realize that all of this came so easily. He could get his mother's underwear that she had just changed out of at any time in the bathroom, and what was hanging on the balcony was always a set of pretty and sexy bras, stockings and panties; whenever he showed any desire to peep, his mother would unintentionally cross her legs, revealing everything under her tight skirt to him without any cover.

But all of this came too easily, and the clever Zizai couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why would his naturally clean mother carelessly toss her most intimate underwear in the bathroom? Why would her, so dignified and virtuous, dress so revealingly? What made him even more suspicious was that his mother had become completely unguarded with him. Not only did she always forget to close the door when showering or using the toilet, but she also slept soundly on the living room sofa in only a cool shirt and underwear during her afternoon nap, giving him ample time to feast his eyes on her body.

To verify his suspicions, Zizai decided to take a daring step.

In the past, Zizai had only used his mother's body and clothing as tools for his fantasies, and all his intrusions were limited to visual. If it was just his imagination, his mother wouldn't feel anything. But if his mother was already aware of and indulged his disrespect and intrusions, then he could certainly extend the intrusion to physical contact.

At two in the morning, Zizai tiptoed into his godmother's room. His godmother was sleeping on her side. After confirming that his mother was fast asleep, Zizai gently lifted the hem of his mother's nightgown. Although only the faint moonlight could see into the room, his mother's two shapely and slender legs still shocked Zizai's heart. He couldn't help but follow the lines of her legs from bottom to top and touch his mother's sensitive inner thigh. His mother's body trembled slightly, and Zizai quickly withdrew his hand. After seeing that his mother was not in a bad mood, he reached out to touch her full breasts. Before going to bed, his mother took off her bra. Her soft, elastic breasts seemed to have a magical power, instantly drawing his hand to them. Zizai boldly pinched one lightly, then gently teased the slightly protruding nipple with his fingertips. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to roar with excitement, even to tear off the cumbersome nightgown and devour his mother's breasts...

At dawn, his godmother sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the semen Zizai had ejaculated on her thigh. Her thoughts were somewhat chaotic. She had naively thought that a few pairs of underwear and visual surveillance could solve this troublesome problem, but who knew that young people's desires had no limits? Once easily obtained, they wanted more!

She woke up in the dark and found a trembling hand caressing her breasts. Looking closer, she realized it was Zizai.

Despite the dim light in the room, she, as a mother, could feel the hunger emanating from her son. He was like a ravenous wolf, eager to devour her body. But the godmother couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. She had to pretend to be fast asleep, letting Zizai do as he pleased. She squinted, looking at Zizai's face in the dim light. Good heavens! How much he longed to possess her body, yet he could only suppress his rising desire, tentatively reaching out his invasive tentacles, lightly touching that forbidden territory of over ten years…

If she could, the godmother would undress Zizai, letting him enjoy her body without restraint. But she still suppressed her impulses, passively accepting any violation from Zizai. Finally, Zizai took out his penis and masturbated, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thighs…

The godmother hadn't expected Zizai to do such a thing. Wasn't he afraid of waking her from her dream? Even ejaculating on her leg right in front of her—was this some kind of hint? But what does it mean? Has Zizai already discovered her ingenious plan? Yes, it must be so, but the relationship between mother and son is so ambiguous that neither dares to confess first. Perhaps if one of them were to openly express their feelings, the situation would dramatically change. But who should speak first? She was quite certain that mother and son loved each other, but how could she, as a mother, confess to her son about this unblessed, forbidden love, this relationship that has been severely taboo for thousands of years? Perhaps her son only wanted some sexual comfort from her, and his mother was the easiest and most convenient object for him to use. Many teenagers have the experience of masturbating with women's underwear at home; perhaps Zizai was one of them. If she confessed the wrong thing, it would not only ruin her reputation but also brand her as a harlot.

One "perhaps" after another kept the godmother tossing and turning at night. Zizai's sudden probing had indeed disrupted her naive plan.

Chapter Seven: The Bond Between Mother and Son

Summer entered its hottest phase, and humanity seemed to be infected by the summer's atmosphere, causing emotions to fluctuate wildly.

Late at night, Zizai was reading at his desk, taking advantage of the cool evening air. His godmother, wearing a thin nightgown, came to his side. Zizai turned his head and was suddenly struck by his mother's alluring body, barely concealed. He blushed and his heart raced. His godmother placed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him. What should have been a heartwarming gesture from his mother became, in Zizai's eyes, the prelude to flirtation. Yes, his mother was teasing him with her body; the transparent nightgown, and the sexy bra and panties underneath, were the best proof. Zizai was almost certain that his mother had come prepared this time. Was it a concrete reaction to his previous probing?

Suddenly, his mother's hands slowly slid down his neck, gently embracing him. Zizai's body jolted as if electrocuted. Then, he felt his mother's soft breasts pressed tightly against his back, gently kneading and rubbing. He could even hear his mother's heartbeat, as fierce as his own!

Then, the room fell into a deathly silence. Mother and son stood frozen like wax figures, motionless.

Zizai, like a volcano erupting, suddenly turned and pushed his mother onto the bed. He pounced on her like a hungry tiger, ready to devour his uninvited prey. But his mother, lying paralyzed on the bed, was so calm, as if she had already foreseen her misfortune, or perhaps it was all a trap, and his mother was a tempting lure that he had fallen headlong into.

Zizai used his strong arms to pin down his frail mother. His godmother, panting and trembling, stared wide-eyed at her excited son.

"Zizai...don't do this...let go of Mommy."

Zizai seemed not to hear anything, instead kissing his mother's neck and cheeks passionately. At the same time, his hands became more subdued, lifting his mother's barely-there nightgown and roaming unrestrainedly over her breasts and private parts.

Although his godmother kept murmuring for him to let go, her shy tone sounded like provocative words to Zizai, which only fueled his desire and led him to violate his mother more recklessly.

"Mom...I love you...let me love you properly..."

"Zizai...Mommy loves you too...but...is this okay?"

"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. As long as we don't say anything, who will know?"

At this moment, the most primal human desires were testing this mother and son. Zizai was right. As long as they both kept their mouths shut, who would have thought that this widowed mother and son would commit incest?

Zizai's actions became increasingly outrageous. His godmother's pajamas had long since been thrown away, and her bra had been unhooked. Her two full breasts were now in Zizai's hands, being played with. A mischievous mouth and a naughty tongue were licking her nipples. Her godmother's nipples were already erect with excitement, and her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids. Even her last line of defense had been unknowingly pulled down to her knees by Zizai.

"Is this alright...we're mother and son..."

"Can't mother and son love each other?"

"Mother and son can love each other, but...can they commit incest?"

Suddenly, a strong sense of morality surged into the godmother's heart. She felt she was doing something unforgivable, a mother leading her son down the path of incest. She resolutely pushed Zizai away, ran naked out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zizai sitting helplessly on the bed.

She had acted on her own initiative, but in the end, she was defeated by her conscience. Is morality really that important? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures. Isn't it just a manifestation of human nature? Since it's a deep-seated human desire, why impose moral codes to suppress the expression of true feelings? Just because they are mother and son, why prevent a child of her own flesh and blood from entering her body again?

In the following days, the mother and son acted like strangers, even deliberately avoiding each other's gaze when they met. The once lively Zizai became very silent, always locking himself in his room alone.

Despite her best efforts to salvage the nearly irreparable rift between mother and son, Zizai remained unmoved. The godmother kept wondering if she had truly done something wrong. To satisfy her son's sexual fantasies, she was willing to dress like a harlot; to provide him with easier outlets for his sexual desires, she bought an entire wardrobe of sexy clothes; to make it easier for him to peep, she even laid bare her private parts before him; all because she refused to condemn her son to the incestuous fate of being a sinner, she was discarded like trash, not even deigning to glance at him. Had she really done something wrong?

Days passed, and the relationship between the godmother and Zizai deteriorated further. The anguish in the godmother's heart tormented her daily like an invisible shackle, and the once radiant young woman aged considerably.

In truth, even the godmother didn't understand why she had reacted so strongly that night. If she had simply hardened her heart, closed her eyes, and let her body and soul roam free, temporarily setting aside morality, she could have avoided worrying about incest once everything was settled. Perhaps it was just a temporary decision, but she still chose to back down gracefully.

After showering, the godmother wandered around the house thoughtfully. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing outside Zizai's bedroom door. The door was locked, but a faint light shone from inside. The godmother knew Zizai was still awake, but she didn't know what he was doing. Reading? Daydreaming? Or perhaps still occasionally taking out her sexy underwear to masturbate? Had Zizai lost interest in her? Or had the last incident made him lose faith in loving her?

She gently turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Zizai seemed somewhat surprised to see his mother enter his room again, but he chose to remain silent until he understood her purpose for coming tonight.

"Zizai, Mom wants to talk to you."

"What's there to talk about?" Zizai turned his back, looking somewhat impatient.

"Last time, Mom didn't mean to push you away, but... you know my difficulties."

"You have difficulties, but don't I? We're mother and son, but so what? Aren't I a man and you a woman?"

"That's true, but Mom doesn't want to put you in the wrong position of incest."

Zizai turned around and grabbed his mother's hands, shouting excitedly, "I don't mind! I don't care about incest or anything like that, I only know I love you! I want you!"

The godmother turned her head away, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks. Hearing her son's heartfelt confession, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She seemed to be blaming herself for being wrong to refuse him back then.

"Zizai... my darling... my sweet baby, Mom loves you too..."

"Mom... do you know how hard it is for me to love you... ever since I came back to your side, I can only secretly love you. Haven't you ever noticed that I've never had any girlfriends? I haven't even given them a second glance. Why? It's all because of you! Because my heart is full of you, so there's no room for any other girl. Don't you feel anything at all?"

The bolder Zizai's confession was, the more guilty his godmother felt. Her son loved her so deeply, couldn't she treat him the same way?

"It's not that Mom doesn't understand. Everything Mom has done is for you! Haven't you noticed that Mom has almost become a different person lately? To satisfy your desires, Mom even dresses like a harlot every day. Can you say I haven't felt anything?"

At this moment, the mother and son were like adversaries in court, telling each other everything they had suffered these past few days. After a heartfelt exchange, they gradually understood the sacrifices the other had made. It turned out that all the problems stemmed from two words: "morality.

" Incest has been taboo since ancient times, but the more taboo something is, the more attractive it becomes. Do people willingly break the taboo of incest just for momentary selfish desires? Perhaps only those involved truly understand this question.

The godmother and her son, Zizai, are facing the biggest decision of their lives. They have the motive for incest, and they also have sufficient reasons to support their incestuous relationship. They love each other, transcending the limitations of age, and now they must transcend morality and ethics, because they firmly believe that love is the most irresistible reason, even though they are mother and son connected by blood, and even though they know that this relationship is destined to be cursed.

The mother and son sit facing each other on the bed, holding hands. Tears well up in Zizai's eyes, while the godmother is already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mom, I've said everything I needed to say. What are you going to do now?"

Chapter Eight: The First Wrong Step

. At one o'clock in the morning, the godmother lay naked on her son's bed. Beside the bed were her underwear and bra, which her son had just gently removed. Zizai lay on his side next to his mother, one leg draped over her body, the other hand grasping and playing with her breast...

"Zizai... please turn off the light... Mommy will be shy..."

"No, no, no... I like seeing Mommy blush shyly, like a little girl."

Zizai used his knee to nipple his mother's genitals. Under her son's playful teasing, the godmother's body slowly began to react. Shyness, excitement, shame, pleasure, anticipation, worry… a tidal wave of conflicting emotions washed over the godmother, churning her thoughts…

At this moment, all she could do was let her son have his way…

“Mom… I want to kiss you… is that okay…?”

“…Mom is now… yours… do whatever you want…”

Even the godmother herself couldn’t believe she would say such immoral things to her son, but to Zizai, it was like a pardon. Just a few days ago, his mother had harshly rejected him, and now, in just a few days, she had given him her body without reservation!

Having received permission, Zizai leisurely kissed his mother. Their four wet lips met, and his godmother naturally opened her mouth. Zizai put his tongue into his mother's mouth, swirling it around haphazardly. His godmother followed suit, putting her tongue into his mouth as well. Mother and son exchanged saliva, sucking on each other's tongues, their kiss growing more intense and wild...

"Mom's saliva...so sweet...so fragrant..."

The godmother wrapped one arm around Zizai's neck and the other around his buttocks, naturally thrusting her genitals towards Zizai's lower body, rubbing her pubic mound against his penis. "Mom...I love you so much...I want...to penetrate your...little hole..." "I've...completely...gone to you...you must...treat Mom well...

you know...you mustn't...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you

...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...let...you...

let...you...let...you...go through...the...hearts...too much...hearts..."

Zizai's hand moved from his mother's breasts to her genitals, and he pressed heavily against her. Faced with her son's forceful advances, the godmother naturally spread her legs, anticipating his penetration...

Zizai found his mother's vulva and first inserted his fingers to play with it, causing her to overflow with vaginal fluid. The godmother's vulva was incredibly itchy. Although Zizai's large penis had been waiting outside for a long time, it hesitated to penetrate. The godmother, unable to speak, couldn't help but twist her lower body, repeatedly pressing her vulva against her son's penis...

"Mommy's so wet down there..."

"Good baby... don't tease me anymore... hurry... hurry..."

"Hurry what? I want Mommy to say it herself."

Zizai asked knowingly, his purpose being nothing more than to make his mother feel even more ashamed and wanton.

"Quick...quickly insert it into Mom's body...Mom needs you...want your baby..."

Zizai got into position, his hips sinking down, a lustful penis plunging to the very bottom. To hide the shame of her orgasm, even though her body was already at its peak of excitement, his godmother could only bite the blanket tightly, afraid to make a sound, but sweat already covered her face...

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Zizai kept thrusting his penis in and out, and his godmother's mouth, biting the blanket, let out muffled moans.

Zizai, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, facing his beloved mother, a great woman, had forgotten what it meant to be gentle and considerate, and didn't care whether his mother's body could withstand it, he just kept thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again... simply because the feeling of intercourse was just too wonderful.

"Zizai...Zizai..."

The godmother's endless murmurs aroused the wild beast deep within Zizai's heart. Despite the air conditioning in the room, the mother and son were still drenched in sweat, their juices soaking the sheets. Zizai's penis was filled into his mother's vagina...

Fifteen...Twenty...Twenty-five...

Zizai silently counted the number of thrusts into his mother. Although he had only masturbated before, Zizai still hoped to leave his mother with a beautiful first memory.

"Mom...I can't take it anymore..."

"Don't...Don't ejaculate...inside..."

Thick semen spurted out. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Zizai pulled out his penis and shot his hot semen onto his mother's belly.

After a wild and unrestrained thrusting session, the godmother had already fainted from pleasure. Sweat and tears streamed down her face. From this day forward, she and Zizai could no longer be just mother and son.

Chapter Nine: Unpredictable Fate

"So, you and your son Zizai must be very much in love, but you told me you moved here to hide from him. The more I hear, the more confused I get."

It was several days later when I asked this question, but my godmother didn't want to say much. She blamed herself for drinking too much that day, which led her to tell me this unspeakable thing. But since the words were already out, she hoped I wouldn't ask any more. As for myself, for some reason, my godmother's story reminded me of my own mother.

"By the way, I wonder if the birthday present I gave you that day fits you?"

Unexpectedly, my godmother turned her back, stuck out her bottom, and slowly pulled up her skirt…

Sure enough, that sexy little pair of panties was on her, and I was quite moved.

"When it's your birthday, your godmother will give you a special gift."

"Really? You're not kidding me? It's not going to be godmother's underwear, is it?"

"You're only half right. If you want my underwear, you can always get it from my room, why would I need to bring it to you?"

"I'm so excited, did you buy some new underwear abroad?"

"You'll find out when the time comes."

Godmother checked her watch and asked if I had anything else planned for the afternoon. If not, she wanted me to go shopping with her in the East District. Shopping with my godmother has been the happiest thing for me lately, because every time we go shopping, she inevitably wants me to go with her to buy some underwear, and this is the only time I can openly walk into a women's underwear store.

My godmother took me to a shop specializing in French women's lingerie. The shop owner and my godmother were old acquaintances, so she warmly welcomed us inside and showed my godmother the latest and sexiest lingerie styles. Standing to the side, watching my godmother and the owner admiring the sexy lingerie and chatting, made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you, this is my son."

"Oh…you must be Zizai. Your mother often mentions you to me. She calls me Ah Feng, so you can call me Aunt Feng."

My godmother winked at me, signaling me not to expose her secret. I immediately understood her meaning and became "Zizai's incarnation." This made me and my godmother feel more comfortable in public.

My godmother stayed in the shop for a while, picking out two sets of purple lingerie with silk lace and rose patterns—a sexy and alluring style, exactly my godmother's favorite. Before leaving, my godmother went back into the store and came out with another bag.

"Godmother is a real lingerie fanatic, just as much as I am."

She picked up the small bag and deliberately waved it in front of me.

"This is a birthday present!"

My godmother really was going to give me these alluring lingerie, but why did she say I only guessed half right when I asked her this morning? What was the other half? Could it be... could it be... could it be that my godmother was going to open the lingerie herself before giving it to me with "Mom's scent"? If that's the case, I'll use it to masturbate for the rest of my life!

Actually, I often sneak into my godmother's bathroom to take her dirty underwear to masturbate. The underwear, stained with pale yellow secretions, exudes a captivating scent of female hormones, mixed with the smells of sweat, perfume, and feces and urine, creating the most beautiful aroma in the world. Several times, I've been scolded by my godmother for ejaculating on her underwear while masturbating, but she doesn't seem to care.

Once, as I was reveling in the intense pleasure of my penis rubbing against the soft fabric of her underwear, my godmother suddenly burst into the bathroom. Caught red-handed, I quickly apologized.

"You boys just love playing these childish games!"

At the time, I didn't know that my godmother's son, Zizai, also had a habit of masturbating with her underwear. My godmother only punished me by making me wash her underwear, without saying much more. She didn't even forbid me from using her underwear to masturbate afterward, only telling me to remember to wash all the underwear afterward. As for me, I really didn't know if this was punishment or reward. After hearing my godmother's story, I began to understand why she was like this, and how her "underwear complex" came about.

"Besides my underwear, whose underwear do you use to masturbate?"

My godmother suddenly asked me this awkward question while I was washing her underwear.

"I used to steal some female students' underwear...most of it I used..."

"What about your mother's underwear?"

"My mom? You're kidding, my mom's underwear is old and conservative, some are even worn out and still worn, why would I be interested..."

My godmother gave a strange smile, as if she could read my mind.

"Since you're not interested in your own mother's underwear, how do you know there are holes in it?

Just tell the truth."

"...A few times...but that was before I met my godmother, since I met her..."

After that, I never used my mom's underwear to masturbate again.

"Since you have so many collections, and they're all trendy and sexy underwear from young girls, why would you think of using your mom's old and outdated underwear?"

"Well... how should I put it... sometimes when I go into the bathroom to shower, I happen to see my mom's underwear that she just took off. Although it's inconspicuous, but... when I think about it, it's underwear that she just took off from between her legs, and there's still... her pubic hair on it. Holding it in my hand, I can even feel her body temperature, and my lower body can't help but get aroused... I find it strange myself."

After listening to me, my godmother didn't scold me. Instead, she gave me a hug, as if to say, "Darling, I understand how you feel," and then silently walked out of the bathroom.

Now that I think about it, my godmother's own son also used her underwear to masturbate, so she naturally wasn't surprised at all. It was only when she repeatedly asked me how I felt about my mother that I slowly realized that before my godmother appeared, I had also been attracted to my mother's underwear. Under my godmother's persistent questioning, I even reflected on my peculiar feelings towards my mother's underwear. By women's standards, her underwear wasn't particularly attractive. Perhaps my feelings about her underwear stemmed from my emotional attachment to her. Chapter 10, October 9th:

Mother.

"Let's talk about your mother! It's unfair to only talk about me and my son; you need to be open with your godmother too."

"My mom… there's nothing to talk about. She's neither as beautiful nor as modern as my godmother. The kind of relationship you and Zizai have is unlikely to happen between me and my mother." "

Really? I often talk to your mother about you. From a woman's perspective, I think you and your mother just lack some stimulation." "

I've already said there's nothing between me and my mother, let alone what she feels for me."

"Your mother and you are practically identical, both of you like to suppress your feelings. From your conversation, I can sense your strong Oedipus complex. Don't deny it; otherwise, you wouldn't be clinging to me all day. You're just using me as a substitute for your mother to lessen your guilt."

I remained silent, pondering every word my godmother said. My godmother truly lived up to her reputation; her analysis of my thoughts was spot on. I do have an Oedipus complex. Older women make me feel safe, and older, more feminine women are very arousing to my sexual desire. So, although my mother always gave me an impression of being simple and unapproachable, she was still the woman who most aroused my desire. I never understood this before because I always treated my mother as just "mother," ignoring the fact that she was also a mature woman.

"Even if I agree with your analysis of this part of me, you said my mother is also a person who represses her emotions, just like me. How did you know that?"

"A woman's intuition is very accurate. The other day I went to your house to find you, but you were out. Your mother warmly invited me in to chat. During our conversation, I could sense your mother's expectations for you and... a special...

feeling..."

"Feeling? Is it the kind you have with Zai Zai?" "

Perhaps. Willing to sacrifice everything for her son is a feeling every mother has, and your mother is no exception. When your mother talked about your deceased father, she only mentioned it lightly, but when she talked about how she raised you, she became emotional and shed tears." "

This is perhaps a phenomenon common to single mothers."

"This is different. She was willing to remain a widow for ten years because she has always made you the center of her life. But one day, you and your sister will have your own families and leave your mother. How will your mother live then?"

"I... will take my mother to live with me and take care of her."

"It's no use. No woman in the world would share the son she raised with such hardship with another woman. I understand that feeling better than anyone."

"But it's unavoidable."

"I don't think so! Haven't you ever thought about being closer to your mother... even once?"

My godmother spoke subtly, but I understood what she meant. My godmother bore the stigma of incest for her son, but she never regretted it. As a mother herself, she understood the special bond between mother and son. Now, she shifted the question to me, making me ponder deeply...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such a blunt question."

"No, it's okay. Actually, this is a problem I'll have to face sooner or later."

After talking with my godmother and returning home, I began to pay attention to the mother I had neglected for so long.

"You're back. Did you go visiting Aunt Zhang again? Although she's very kind to you, don't always bother her, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Aunt Zhang lives alone. She'd be happy to have someone keep her company, how could it be a bother?"

"According to you, I'm also alone at home, why don't you spend more time with me?"

Was my mother implying something? Or was I being influenced by my godmother's words and starting to become suspicious?

"Isn't my older sister at home?"

"Well... that's different. She's a girl, you're a boy. I'll feel safer with you at home."

Need a man's company? Is this my mother's second hint? Looking at my mother's back as she bent over, mopping the living room, apart from her slightly plump figure due to being over forty, everything about her was still so graceful and charming. Perhaps my gaze had been deceived by my mother's simple attire and clothes for so many years that I had overlooked the fact that my mother was also a very feminine and beautiful woman.

Bending over, my mother's deep cleavage and her large breasts, swaying back and forth, were clearly visible through the low neckline of her dress. Her high, pert buttocks, though slightly plump, contrasted beautifully with her rounded, full, snow-white legs, a sight to behold.

Mother, oh Mother, why have I always overlooked you! If it weren't for my godmother's kind reminder, I might never have discovered your beauty. Now, I only want to rekindle your long-extinguished brilliance before you grow old.

I went to the bathroom and rummaged through the dirty laundry in the washing machine, quickly finding three or four pairs of women's underwear. My sister's underwear was starting to dare to wear more revealing styles, but compared to my godmother's, it was still nothing. My mother's underwear, which I had been eagerly anticipating, remained plain and unchanged.

I sat on the toilet, playing with my sister's and mother's underwear. Since discovering my godmother's newfound treasure, I hadn't played this game for months. I opened my mother's plain beige panties. Aside from a small lace flower adorning the waistband, there were no other decorations. The elastic band was loose and frayed, and the panties were covered in long, dried, yellowish-powdery patches of her vaginal secretions. These were marks left by her labia, squeezed between her labia all day, absorbing her vaginal fluids and emitting an incredibly strong, fishy smell. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked the remaining secretions, swallowing them with my saliva.

"If only Mother could wear underwear like my godmother's!"

I told my godmother about my experience masturbating in the bathroom with my mother's panties yesterday. My godmother smiled and took a small package from the drawer. I glanced at it; it was the birthday present she had said she was going to buy for me when we went shopping together that day.

"Take it!"

"But...my birthday isn't here yet!"

"I only said it was a birthday present, who said it was for you?"

"Then who is it for?"

"Your mother."

Hearing my godmother mention it, I realized tomorrow was my mother's forty-second birthday. My godmother told me that she had accidentally learned her mother's birthday while chatting with her, and the set of lingerie in the bag was a birthday gift for her mother.

I opened the bag, and a set of dark brown lingerie immediately came into view. The lingerie was a French designer's creation, very glamorous and eye-catching, but compared to the lingerie my godmother liked to wear, it seemed much more conservative. This was probably because my godmother was concerned that my mother's conservative personality might not be able to accept lingerie that was too avant-garde.

"Now you don't have to worry about what gift to give your mother."

"But... these are women's underwear! What son would give his mother underwear?"

"My son Zizai would, and you've given me underwear before, haven't you?"

"That's different. My mother is a very conservative person, I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, your godmother has thought of everything for you. You can say it like this, you say..."

After my godmother's instructions, I memorized every word she told me and practiced alone all night, afraid of saying the wrong word.

Chapter Eleven: A Belated Gift

On the night of my mother's birthday, my sister bought a cake to celebrate her birthday and gave her a bouquet of flowers.

"I've never given my mother a birthday present before,"

my older sister complained, but my mother shook her head and said that as long as the thought was there, it was fine.

After nightfall, my older sister and mother went to their rooms to sleep, but I hesitated to give my mother this mysterious gift. Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door.

"Aren't you asleep yet? Get some rest, you have class tomorrow."

"Mom...I..."

I nervously took the birthday present out of the drawer and wished my mother a happy birthday.

"Mom, this is the first time...I...I'm so happy..."

Just as my mother was about to open the bag, I quickly stopped her and told her the reason.

"This is a mysterious gift. I see that you're always busy with housework and never think about dressing up properly. You wear the same clothes for seven or eight years. So, I specially asked Aunt Zhang to help you pick out a dress. Aunt Zhang told me that this is a dress that every woman would like, so you will definitely like it too. It's a magical dress that will make a woman radiant, but she didn't tell me what kind of dress has this magical power, just to give you a surprise."

My mother became more and more curious and expectant as she listened. After thanking me, she went back to her room alone. As for how my mother would react after seeing the gift, I didn't even want to think about it. I just wanted to blame my godmother if something went wrong. It was all my godmother's clever design.

The night passed, and nothing happened.

The next day, Mom was still doing housework in her simple dress. I deliberately observed whether she had changed into her sexy lingerie, but the dark dress made it impossible to see what kind of lingerie she was wearing.

"Oh, by the way, yesterday's birthday present... what nice clothes did Aunt Zhang pick out for Mom? Why don't you wear them out so we can see?"

I deliberately tried to get information out of Mom, and also took the opportunity to tease her.

"This...this...isn't appropriate for now..."

"Doesn't Mom like it?"

"No...the clothes are very pretty, it's because..."

"It's probably a formal dress or something, you must wear it for me sometime."

"...Hmm..."

Mom didn't comment, just gave a vague reply.

After leaving the house, I immediately went to my godmother's house and told her about Mom's reaction.

"If she's angry, she's really angry. If she doesn't say it, she just keeps it to herself."

"Really?"

"Go check the dirty clothes in the washing machine. I bet that set of underwear will be there soon."

"Are you so sure, godmother? Maybe Mom will just throw that set away."

"No, trust me. I'm a woman, and I've been there. I initially bought those sexy, revealing lingerie to satisfy my son's desires, but gradually, I found myself deeply in love with them. No woman can resist beautiful clothes, including underwear."

"Honestly, I have no confidence in the future." "

I don't encourage you to follow in my footsteps. After all, not every loving mother and son has a happy ending. I'm a failed example. Just let things take their course. I'm helping you this way because I want you to know that a mother really needs a man's support, especially for her own flesh and blood. All her sacrifices need to be worthwhile. Even if the plan fails, a mother and son are still a mother and son, just with different methods. I won't let you follow in my footsteps."

"Haven't you always wanted to know what happened between me and my son? It's a very embarrassing past. I originally wanted to bury it deep in my memory and let it disappear forever, but to give you some confidence in your and your mother's future, I'll tell you the whole story! I just hope you won't repeat my son Zizai's mistakes and let your mother down." "

It's not as serious as Godmother makes it out to be."

"Humans are strange creatures. Other animals only have basic physiological needs. A dog, once it's eaten and drunk its fill, will obediently follow your commands. But human desires are a bottomless pit, never satisfied.

A mother and son falling in love, even engaging in incest—such a huge shock can indeed make a person lose their original reason, from the heart, to the body, and then… this path has no end."

"Godmother, the more you talk, the more confused I get. I know the seriousness of incest. Actually, before you told me your story, and even before you reminded me of the delicate relationship between my mother and me, I never thought about this issue. Even if I can't develop a deeper relationship with my mother, isn't maintaining our current mother-son relationship good enough?"

"Do you really think so?"

"This... I..."

"You hesitated. You know very well that if you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Indeed, I really admire my godmother's ability to see into people's hearts. Perhaps, as someone who was once involved, she has a personal experience that outsiders cannot understand. I lied to my godmother, I lied to myself. Although I have a general worldly view of incest, believing that incest is indeed unforgivable, I must also admit that in the dark side of my heart, I constantly yearn for the warmth of my mother's touch. Coupled with my family environment and my relationship with my mother, these are the perfect breeding ground for incestuous relations between mother and son.

Chapter Twelve: A Detailed Account from the Beginning

"Since that night when I gave my body to my son, Zizai, we were no longer mother and son. Although this situation was expected, the impact on me was still enormous, and it was really hard to adjust for a while. To Zizai, who am I? My biological mother? My lover? Or just a tool for sexual release? Zizai didn't know, and even I, as his mother, was confused.

The next morning, I woke up from my sleep and suddenly felt an itch in my lower body. Looking up, I found Zizai kneeling between my legs, licking my vulva.

'Mom, you're awake? This is a special way to wake you up, isn't it! Look, even in my dreams, my pussy is so wet. Let's do it again.'"

Zizai is a boy with a very strong sex drive. Having always been repressed, he suddenly found me as an outlet for his sexual desires, and he seemed extremely proud of himself, constantly in a state of heightened arousal. As for me, each time I had sex with him, my guilt deepened, causing me immense pain.

Unable to refuse, Zizai's hot penis once again plunged into my tired vagina.

I can't deny that during sex with my son, I experienced an unprecedented orgasm; my abundant vaginal fluids even soaked the entire sheet. Although Zizai was a virgin before, his sexual skills were comparable to any adult man—perhaps this was his innate talent!

Naively, I originally only wanted to provide my son with his lewd underwear for masturbation, but in the end, I also fell into the abyss of incest. But I don't regret it. As long as Zizai loves me wholeheartedly, takes care of me, and stays with me, all the sacrifices are worthwhile.

Although I'm already his, and he can have my body anytime and do whatever he wants, he still seems to have a special fondness for my underwear. Therefore, at his insistence, I have to wear those sexy, lewd lingerie every day for him to admire and play with. Only when I wear these lingerie can he truly go crazy.

"Mom, hurry up and change into these lingeries. I put a lot of effort into getting them."

Zizai somehow got hold of some extremely lewd lingerie; just looking at it would make one blush, let alone wearing it for her son to play with.

"Zizai, how about I put it on for you in the room tonight? Mom will be shy."

I don't know when it started, but whenever I slightly disobey him, he gets angry and yells at me, forcing me to comply. Clearly, he has forgotten that I am his biological mother who gave him life and raised him.

He drew the living room curtains, pushed me down onto the sofa, and then roughly ripped off all my clothes, forcing me to put on those extremely perverted underwear. I was terrified and trembled as I put on the underwear. Zizai then pressed me down on the sofa again, and through the thin bra, he used his strong hands to squeeze, pinch, and twist my breasts. I felt as if my breasts were about to burst, but Zizai was unusually excited. He had a cold smile on his lips, and his other hand reached down to my genitals, rubbing my labia through the thin panties.

"Mom said she didn't like it, your juices have soaked your panties..."

"Stop talking...please..."

Zizai played with my body through my panties and bra for almost ten minutes. Strangely, I gradually became excited from the pain. My nipples became erect and stiff, and my clitoris was engorged with blood like a small bean. Seeing this, Zizai didn't take off my panties, but just pulled the bottom of them to the side, exposing my vulva completely. Before I could react, his big penis was already inside me.

"Mom...this kind of game...makes you...excited too..."

"Zizai...Mom is a...slutty woman..."

"I like...Mom...your lewd appearance...I'm going to cum...inside my hole..."

A thick, hot liquid spurted into my cavity again, reaching my core.

At this moment, I truly knew what the real me was. I used to think women only needed a spiritual life, but now, I've not only discovered sexual pleasure, but also discovered I have a strong masochistic streak. When Zizai roughly played with my body in a perverse way, I actually experienced the feeling of shuttling between heaven and hell. The only thing is, the man who gave me all this was my own flesh and blood.

At this point, I'm completely liberated. All my principles as a mother, all my morals and ethics, are bullshit. I only know that I'm a woman gradually entering middle age, possessing a body that constantly craves stimulation, and the only man who can satisfy me is my son—Zizai.

Zizai pulled his limp penis out of my vagina. Looking at that fleshy penis covered in semen and vaginal fluid, I couldn't help but put it in my mouth. The penis full of foreign matter tasted different, incredibly fishy and foul, but in my mouth, it was sweeter than any nectar.

"Mom...you're giving me oral sex...I'm so touched!"

My passionate actions surprised Zizai, who also lowered his head and licked my wet labia with his nimble tongue. As his tongue slid between my labia, I couldn't help but climax twice more. He imitated me, swallowing all the fluid that seeped from my vulva. Mother and son performed 69 oral sex for a full half hour.

From then on, I could say that I was completely his woman...or rather, his exclusive sex toy. Before the incestuous relationship, Zizai felt more infatuation than lust for me, his mother, but after the incident, there was no longer a trace of love in his heart, only endless evil desire.

Suffering from physical and mental torment, I found myself deeply trapped in it. Perhaps he was the second man after his father to possess my body. I developed an extreme dependence on him. As long as he paid attention to me, I didn't care if he abused or mistreated me.

My complete obedience to my son led me to abandon the dignity of a mother, which was my first mistake. My son's appetite grew, and simple intercourse could no longer satisfy his ever-increasing sexual desires. "

The Underwear Romance - Final

Chapter Thirteen: Slave of Desire "—The

godmother's story became increasingly explicit and taboo, yet she made no attempt to conceal her use of the most direct words to describe her sexual encounters with her son. This was a world of difference compared to her first drunken confession. I sensed that the godmother's actions were intentional, as if she hoped I could deeply understand the joys and sorrows of incest between mother and son.

"Godmother...would you like to rest for a while...?"

"No need, because the story is just beginning. In the following story, we will answer the questions that have been bothering you for days: why I chose to hide from my son after committing incest."

"Is it because...your son started to do some...perverted sexual abuse to you?"

"You're only half right."

"Half again? What's the other half?"

"One evening, I was cooking in the kitchen when Zizai suddenly rushed in, saying he wanted to have sex with me in the kitchen. I didn't object, because before this, we had sex almost every day, but only in the bedroom. Having sex in the kitchen was indeed a novel and exciting idea, but dinner was only half-finished. What should we do?

Zizai wanted me to take off all my clothes, leaving only an apron, and continue cooking. I felt very uncomfortable in just an apron. At this moment, Zizai picked up two small cucumbers from the table and waved them in front of me. I immediately understood his wicked idea. Although I had masturbated with cucumbers and carrots before, it didn't feel comfortable."

"Don't do this, just make love... Ah!"

Before I could finish speaking, Zizai had already inserted one of the cucumbers into my vagina. The unpeeled cucumber had tiny prickles on its skin, but for the sensitive vaginal walls, it was indescribably painful. My vaginal fluid gushed out, immediately wetting the cold cucumber.

"Feels good, doesn't it... Mom... This is our dinner... Don't waste it..."

"Zizai... Don't do this... You're abusing Mom... It hurts... It hurts..."

"Look, Mom has so much vaginal fluid... Amazing, even my thighs are wet..."

"Don't stop... Mom wants yours... Put it in... Don't use the cucumber..."

The cucumber, now a sex toy in his hand, scraped several tiny scratches inside my vagina with each thrust, but the pain miraculously transformed into a tingling sensation, making my whole body tremble.

"Want my cock? First, use Mommy's little mouth to serve me."

Zizai had already taken off his pants and was sitting on the dining table, a thick, veiny penis standing erect between his legs. Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth, sucking and spitting it out rhythmically like an engine piston.

"Mommy... your mouth skills... are really amazing... I want... to shoot in Mommy's mouth... Mommy wants to swallow every last drop..."

At this moment, Zizai inserted another small cucumber into my anus. Stimulated, I sucked his penis even tighter. Soon, a thick, hot liquid gushed out from the urethral opening, spraying straight into my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow his semen.

"Mommy is such a slutty woman. Was my soup good? Don't waste it."

The penis, now limp after ejaculating, was still not satisfied and wanted me to lick it. But in less than three minutes, the previously limp penis immediately became vigorous again, making me admire my son's youthful vitality.

"Mom, look, my little brother is back to life. It's my turn now."

He pressed my upper body against the dining table, my buttocks sticking up high, and pulled the cucumber that was inserted between my anus and vagina out hard.

"Ouch...it hurts...be gentle..."

"Mom's asshole is still a virgin, right? How about I deflower Mom?"

"No...don't put it there...it will hurt a lot...ouch...um..."

Zizai completely ignored my pleas. My anus, which had just been loosened by the cucumber, was suddenly pierced by his penis. Anal sex is really uncomfortable, even painful, but at this moment, it gave me an unprecedentedly fresh feeling. Am I really a slutty woman? I started to have this question myself.

Apart from the dining table in the kitchen, the sofa in the living room, the bathroom, and the balcony were all places where he abused me, his mother. Although I still wanted to retain some dignity as a mother, in front of him, I was just his sex toy, an object for his sexual gratification.

For over a year, I endured this torment of abuse by my own son. My body and mind were in constant agony, and I reached my breaking point. My health deteriorated daily, and I was in a daze. But Zizai didn't stop; in fact, he intensified his abuse. He even tied me to a chair with a rope and tried to lure a stray dog to me… Luckily, the dog seemed uninterested, allowing me to escape. From that moment on, I desperately wanted to end this relationship.

But I knew perfectly well that once incest began, it would never end. Asking Zizai to let go was impossible. The only thing I could do was run away!

The rest of the story is my escape, nothing much to tell. I moved several times until I became your neighbor, finally giving me the thought of settling down…

"Godmother, after all this, do you regret… having incest with your son?"

My godmother shook her head firmly without hesitation.

"Not at all, because I know it's my destiny. I just made a mistake—I didn't understand what kind of person my son was beforehand."

"Then why would you encourage me and my mother…aren't you afraid I'll make the same mistake?"

"I have faith in you. In the time I've spent with you, I know you're kind-hearted and have all the conditions for incest. That's your destiny. You don't need to run away; you should face it. I've always thought, if I had a son as good as you, I'd almost want to appear before you willingly! That's why I adopted you as my godson." "

So…godmother is also interested in…with me…"

My godmother smiled without answering, her strange expression making my heart flutter. Had I really hit the nail on the head?

"If you behave well, your godmother will seriously consider it."

"Really? How do I have to behave?"

"Start with your mother. This is a selfish thought of mine, but I hope that you can fulfill the dream that I couldn't achieve."

"An unattainable dream?"

"A harmonious family with only sex and love, without violence or abuse. Most men love for sex, but most women have sex for love. You love your mother and have sexual fantasies about her. And your mother?

Love goes without saying. Next, we'll have to maintain it through sex. A mother-son relationship with both love and sex is my lifelong dream."

"But...but...I have no idea what my mother thinks. Besides, I'm a virgin. Even if I wanted to sleep with her, I wouldn't know where to start."

"You little rascal, everyone knows what you're thinking! You want your godmother to teach you, right?"

"Godmother is wise. Nothing can be hidden from you." My godmother saw through my thoughts, and I could only smile awkwardly.

"Okay, starting today, you'll report to me every day on your and your mother's progress. Your godmother will guide you based on the situation, and if we really encounter a crucial moment... your godmother won't be stingy."

"Really? Godmother can't back out. With your guarantee, I will definitely fulfill your dream."

For more than a month after that, I would report to my godmother on my mother's situation every day. But to my utter frustration, the mother-son relationship, which I thought would have a surprising breakthrough after sending the underwear, didn't go as smoothly as my godmother had expected. My mother still didn't react at all, and I checked the bathroom and balcony several times a day, but the underwear I sent to my mother never appeared.

"Is it because Mom thinks the underwear is too sexy that she's afraid to wear it? Or is she angry with me because of this?

Why isn't there any progress?"

"It's a bit difficult. Although your mom appears conservative, my woman's intuition tells me that her long-suppressed emotions are about to explode. I think... something's missing?"

"Godmother, don't keep me in suspense, what is it?"

"A catalyst. It's your initiative."

"Didn't I already give her sexy underwear?"

"That's not enough. You have to strike while the iron is hot, but you've just been waiting. You should actively create opportunities to be alone with your mother, and then use some drastic measures."

"But... I've never dated my mom or a woman her age before, I don't know what to do."

"If you're going to do something, do it right. I'll be your practice partner."

"Really?! That's great!"

"But if you don't study hard, I won't be happy."

"I know that, let's start today."

And so, my godmother volunteered to be my date, so I could simulate any situation I might encounter when inviting my mother out in the future. My godmother is indeed a worldly woman. Her insight into and understanding of people is truly inescapable, especially when it comes to women. In just one week, I learned many techniques from her for pleasing older women, even how to exploit their weaknesses and catch them off guard. With a little bit of self-inflicted suffering, I'm confident I can make my mother submit to me.

Chapter Fourteen: My Mother's Confession

Perhaps it was truly fate that allowed me to overhear my mother's words—let's call it a sincere confession. To her, Aunt Zhang was an "outsider," completely unaware that Aunt Zhang was actually my godmother. She thought that confessing to an outsider was harmless, but little did she know that as she spoke, I was listening intently from the next room, word for word…

That day, as I was chatting with my godmother at her house, the doorbell rang suddenly. My godmother went to answer the door, but heard my mother's voice outside. A thought struck me, and I got up and hid in the storage room next to the living room, leaving the door half-open. This way, I could hide and still clearly see and hear everything happening outside.

"Ms. Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Don't be so polite, we've been neighbors for so long. By the way, is there something special you need?"

"Oh, it's like this, Xiao Quan often bothers you, and I feel a little bad about it. I apologize in advance."

"No, it's not at all. That child is very well-behaved. Besides, I live alone, and it's good that he keeps me company."

"It's all my fault as a mother. I can't even control my own child, and I have to trouble you."

"Actually, A Bao often mentions you to me..."

"Really... what does he... say?" My mother seemed very concerned about this question.

"He said it's very hard for you to raise two children alone, and he's very grateful for your upbringing." "

Anything else?"

"And... well..." I knew my godmother was teasing my mother, deliberately speaking haltingly, and my mother indeed seemed a little anxious.

"He said you're a good person, but you lack... a bit of fun in life. He said if you could... um..."

"I know I'm a bit serious in front of the children, but I really don't know what to do. I'm not like you, always at the forefront of the times, so trendy, fashionable, and witty. I want to change, but how can I let go of my motherly image..."

"Mrs. Li, don't be so impulsive. We're both women, and I understand your feelings very well." "

Ms. Zhang, I'm a simple-minded woman. Abao listens to you very much. Please help me. Recently, I've noticed that Abao's behavior is a bit... strange. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I know you must know the reason. Please tell me!"

My godmother deliberately feigned a very troubled look, hesitating several times, leaving my mother at a loss.

"I know the reason, but if you want to solve this problem, you have to honestly tell me what you're thinking so I can truly help you. We're all women, so I don't think there's anything to be embarrassed about."

The mother nodded vigorously, eager to know the answer.

"Actually... although Abao didn't say it explicitly, I can sense that he's always regarded you as his idol. Rather than saying he worships you, it's more accurate to say he has a strong Oedipus complex."

"What? Oedipus... complex... you mean, Abao likes me, his mother?"

The godmother nodded firmly.

"Don't be surprised. My biological son is just like Abao now, even more so."

"Then... what should I do?"

"That's up to you. I can't help you. Because love is mutual. Problems don't change because of the relationship, even between mother and son."

"Miss Li, you..."

"Just as you thought, I accepted my son, not for any other reason than because I love him deeply, and I'm even willing to give up everything for him. Since our happiness is in our own hands, only a close union is the only way to achieve happiness."

The mother, shocked, knew that further questioning might touch on her privacy, so she immediately changed the subject, but she already understood why her godmother wanted her to be honest.

"This is a problem between you and your son, and I shouldn't interfere. But how to resolve it is something only you know right now. As for you, what's your attitude towards Abao?"

"This... I..."

"The truth is cruel, but sometimes only by facing reality can problems be solved. As someone who's been through it, I advise you that people don't necessarily have to live under the shadow of traditional morality. So-called morality and ethics are also designed by people, but behind closed doors, there is another world that belongs to you, a world where you don't have to live under the moral judgment of others all the time. Forgive me for saying these outrageous things, but these are my true feelings, and I think you'll feel the same way."

The mother didn't speak. Faced with her godmother's direct and blunt explanation, she seemed very confused, and her expression became slightly agitated.

"You really think... I could too..."

"There's no question of 'can' or 'can', only 'willing' or 'unwilling.' I know making this decision is incredibly painful, but I believe it's worth it to find true love for life. You... love Abao too, right?"

"Me? How should I put it? He's my own flesh and blood, how could I not love him? But I'm not sure if this love is familial or romantic."

"That is indeed difficult to distinguish, but if you think about your possessiveness towards your son, your excessive concern for him, and your selfless devotion to him, you'll find that it's no different from romantic love."

The godmother's eloquence was superb; the simple-minded mother didn't even have a chance to think, completely captivated by her theory of mother-son love.

"Having been his mother your whole life, it's really hard to make such a big change all at once. I suggest you change yourself slowly. If you really feel it's not right later, it's not too late to turn back. But if you refuse outright from the beginning, you might ruin the happiness of both of you."

"Then... what should I do?"

"Remember on your birthday, Abao asked me to help you pick out a gift. I chose a sexy set of lingerie for you, hoping you would completely change from the inside out. From my observation, you have naturally good looks, but because you've always lacked a man by your side who's worth dressing up for you, you've neglected your beauty."

"That set of lingerie... actually... I only wore it once..."

"Was it too revealing? Or did you not like what I picked out?"

"No, actually I was very happy to receive this gift, but when I couldn't help but put it on, I had a strange feeling, like... like Abao was tightly binding my private parts, which made me feel very ashamed, so..."

"This further proves that you've always had the same thoughts as Abao, you just openly admitted it when you took the law. If you're willing, I'll help you with Abao's side, but as for you, you have to overcome it yourself; no one can help you."

After thanking me, my mother went home, filled with inner turmoil. And me? I already knew what I had to do.

Chapter Fifteen: Midnight Teasing

Women are herd animals, and even my mother is no exception. When she's unsure of her own thoughts, she'll keep getting stuck in a rut. But when a second woman agrees with her thoughts, or when she gets the same consensus from other women, she'll start to do without hesitation what she's always wanted to do but has been repeatedly suppressed.

Since talking to my godmother yesterday, my mother seems much more cheerful, her previously serious expression replaced by a constant smile.

"Mom, what's making you so happy? You've been smiling all day."

When my sister asked my mother, puzzled, a shy blush flashed across my mother's face, and she looked somewhat embarrassed.

"No...nothing, you seem to be in a good mood."

Of course I knew why, but I kept pretending to be nonchalant. However, one thing caught my attention: my mother's clothes.

My mother usually wears a shirt and shorts at home, but today she wore a pale yellow dress. No wonder even my sister felt something was off about her. But what I noticed wasn't just her dress. As she bent down to sit, I caught a glimpse of her bra through the dress's wide neckline.

I already knew all of my mother's underwear inside and out, but the bra she was wearing today seemed to be the birthday gift I gave her. If that was the case, then perhaps the panties she was wearing were also...?

Finally, night fell. After my mother finished her morning bath, I habitually went into the bathroom, eagerly grabbed the laundry basket, and opened the clothes. Sure enough, there it was—the sexy lingerie I had been longing for day and night!

My mother had finally agreed to wear it!

I was so happy I almost cried. I excitedly pressed the panties to my face and sniffed them, only to find the bottom was wet. Although I wasn't sure what it was, it smelled strongly of urine. Was my mother masturbating through her panties? Or was she unable to resist leaking fluid because it was the first time she wore sexy panties?

I didn't care. I wrapped my already throbbing penis in the panties and started rubbing it quickly.

"Mom...you finally wore...these panties..."

Through my mother's super high-quality silk panties, I recklessly ejaculated onto the panties covering my mother's labia majora.

"Godmother, godmother, such wonderful news! My mom finally wore those lingerie sets! Just as you predicted, she's starting to change. Do you think... it's time for me to confess to her?"

"Not yet, be patient. But you can try to get closer to her and break down that long-standing distance. Remember the dating training we did a while ago?"

"You want me to ask my mom out?"

"No matter who she is, as long as she's a woman, once you break through that first line of defense, everything else is secondary."

Following my godmother's instructions, I mustered my courage and invited my mother out. Things went surprisingly smoothly. When my mother heard I wanted to ask her out shopping and to the movies, she happily agreed, even reminding me not to let my sister know. On our

first date, I was a little nervous. When my mother appeared before me in her stylish dress, I was quite taken aback. Her outfit wasn't particularly sexy, but for my mother, who had always dressed conservatively and simply, this woman exuded an irresistible feminine charm.

"Mom...you look so beautiful today. I've never seen you wear this before."

"This...I bought it especially for today...our outing together."

Bought it for me? I couldn't believe my conservative mother would dress up for me. I was touched, and I realized the distance between us was about to disappear.

The date went very smoothly, and we had a wonderful day. From then on, we often went out together. Whether it was shopping or strolling around, we were always inseparable. Gradually, I noticed that my somewhat serious mother started to flirt with me. Having tasted the sweetness of it all, I even made some more intimate gestures towards her, but she didn't react at all.

Under my godmother's careful guidance, my mother also started to learn how to dress herself. She started buying cosmetics and often bought herself beautiful clothes. Of course, she also bought one sexy and beautiful piece of underwear after another. Thanks to my godmother, I've had an endless supply of sexy underwear for masturbation every day. I even discovered that my mother had thrown all her old-fashioned underwear and bras into the trash can.

"Even my old-fashioned mother has started to love sexy lingerie, all thanks to my godmother."

"I think your mother isn't just wearing it because she likes it; half the reason might be because of you."

I told my godmother about the time I masturbated with my mother's underwear and ejaculated on it. My godmother's deduction was actually quite reasonable. After discovering that I was using her worn underwear to masturbate, my mother must have imagined many possibilities. Her choice to remain silent and start buying sexy lingerie was, in fact, her way of declaring to me that I could enjoy her underwear to my heart's content!

"Godmother, what should I do next?"

"It's time for you to personally give your mother some lingerie. Give her even sexier lingerie; I believe the effect will be completely different because your mother is no longer the same mother she used to be."

Chapter Sixteen Happy Mother's Day

"Mom, Happy Mother's Day!"

Mother's Day arrived, and my sister bought a bouquet of carnations for our mother.

"I was going to give you a pretty dress, but Mom's changed so much lately. She's not only learned how to dress herself up, but she's also become much prettier. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Really?"

Mother smiled awkwardly, but we both knew the reason.

"Little brother, where's your gift?"

"I'm going to give Mom a special gift this year, so I'll keep it a secret for now."

"Come on, there's no gift at all. You're just making excuses."

Ignoring my sister's sarcasm, after dinner, I took advantage of my sister's absence and went to my mother's room alone. Just as I reached my mother's door, she suddenly came out of the room.

"Oh! Bao, is something wrong?"

I saw that my mother was carrying a stack of clothes, as if she was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Yes... this is my birthday present for Mom."

My mother took the gift and weighed it in her hand.

"Thank you so much... I'll open it after I shower."

"No... I mean, Mom can take it to the bathroom. I think it will come in handy."

After saying that, I was already blushing and turned around and rushed back into the room.

Although my mother has changed a lot recently, and our relationship has gone from distant to close, I still can't predict how she'll feel when she receives sexy lingerie as a gift for the second time.

The waiting time ticked by, and my anxiety made me restless.

"Knock! Knock!"

Just as I expected, there was a knock on the door.

"May I come in?"

My mother was wearing a bathrobe, her hair still wet, clearly having just showered.

"Thank you for the gift. I just wanted to tell you that I really like it. Did you ask Aunt Zhang to pick it out for you again?"

"No… this time… I picked it out myself… I don't know… if it fits?"

My mother's face showed a shy expression. I couldn't imagine what could make a forty-year-old woman so shy; that was the magic of lingerie.

"Won't the shop assistants think it's strange for a boy to buy women's underwear?"

"I often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang, so I know the shop owner well. She suggested this style, and Mom said she likes it, which shows her excellent taste."

"You often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang? When will you take Mom to that shop you mentioned?"

My mother seemed a little jealous, but she also fell right into my trap.

"As long as Mom's happy, I'm willing to go with you anytime."

"It's a deal! Mom will wear this gift, along with the one from last time, often. After all, it's all from your son's heart."

Mom seemed to realize she'd said something inappropriate and turned to leave.

"Mom...can I...see...the gift I brought?"

"You naughty child, how old are you? Still teasing me like that...let me think about it."

Mom left, leaving much to the imagination. She didn't say "no," but "think about it,"

implying she wanted it but was still hesitant. Perhaps tonight was my best chance.

It was already dark, and my heart pounded faster with the approach of night.

I involuntarily walked out of my room, towards the puppet being led, heading straight for my mother's room.

"Is that Abao? Come in and help Mom, okay?"

I'd only reached her door when my mother, who seemed to have been waiting, called out to me and invited me inside. Upon

entering, I saw my mother wearing a sleeveless white dress, looking very pretty and cute. Her hands were behind her back, as if she were pulling on something.

"Could you help me unzip the back of my dress?"

My mother turned around, revealing that the zipper of her dress ran straight down her back from her hips, completely exposing her underwear. Although she said she wanted me to unzip the dress, she really just wanted me to see the underwear she had given her.

"Does the dress look good?" my mother asked.

"It looks good...it looks good inside and out...anything Mom wears looks good."

My mother smiled, a very happy smile.

"I was asking you if this new white dress I bought looks good! Look at you! Where are you looking?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll go out now."

"Don't rush, Mom...I want to talk to you."

My mother pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed. This was the first time she had done this, and I was a little nervous.

"Mom is very grateful for your kindness towards me lately. I think it's because of Aunt Zhang."

"To be honest, Aunt Zhang has taught me a lot, including... how to get along with you."

"I should thank her, because... I've also gained a lot of inspiration from her."

After saying this, my mother and I smiled at each other, but we were probably thinking the same thing.

Then, there was a moment of silence. My mother and I both wanted to make things clear, but neither of us was willing to speak first. Finally, after a few minutes of struggle, my mother spoke first.

"Xiao Bao, there are many things in life that cannot be forced. For example, you can't stop two people who love each other from loving each other, and you can't sever the blood ties between you and your relatives. Originally, loving each other is a very simple thing, but some people are destined to love very hard... Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I nodded, and my mother continued.

"I've thought a lot lately and come to some understanding, but love is a matter between two people. If either party misinterprets the situation, it can not only ruin the existing relationship but sometimes even turn them into enemies. Mom doesn't want that."

"Mom, I only know that if two people love each other, they should bravely face it, otherwise it will only cause lifelong regret."

"Do you...love me?"

"Yes!" I said with the most resolute tone I've ever had.

"Is it the kind of love you have for your mother?"

"More and more. Let me put it this way, if I had been born twenty years earlier, I would definitely have married you." "

If you had another chance in twenty years, would you have seized it?"

"Definitely! I..."

My mother covered my mouth with her index finger, telling me not to say anything more, because everything was already clear.

My mother stood up and turned her back to me again.

"Could you please unzip my back again?"

Chapter Seventeen Returning to Mother's Tenderness

At my mother's request, all the lights in the room were turned off, and I could only vaguely see my mother's graceful curves through the streetlights shining in from the window.

"Can't you leave a little light out? I want to see Mom's body... and... what she looks like in just her underwear..."

"I haven't been naked in front of any man for so many years... Mom will be shy..."

"I... do

n't know where to start..." Although I had learned a lot about men and women from my godmother, it was all just verbal instruction. When it came to actually doing it, I panicked. My mother couldn't help but laugh at my awkwardness. This laugh eased the tense atmosphere of our first time.

Under my mother's guidance, we went naked onto her big bed, the bed that was originally bought for my mother and father to make love, but now it had become my tool to conquer my mother's first time.

"I... want to kiss Mom's lips..."

"You annoying guy! Mom is already lying naked in your arms, and you're still asking such a stupid question!"

After saying that, my mother brought her lips to my mouth. Her soft, warm red lips melted my heart instantly, but made my penis even harder!

My mother's tongue, like a large leech, clung tightly to mine. We exchanged saliva incessantly, while my hands, acting on their own, gently roamed over her sensitive spots. My mother offered no resistance, only moving her bloodshot body, brimming with desire.

"Little darling...don't...tickle Mommy anymore..."

"Mommy's nipples are hard...down there...so wet..."

I finally managed to break free from my mother's mouth and moved to her dark brown nipples, hardened like two raisins from engorgement. As soon as I started sucking, my mother trembled uncontrollably, as if having a seizure. Although I could no longer draw a single drop of milk from her breasts, I still sucked earnestly and forcefully.

"Oh...mmm...so beautiful...it's been so long...not like this..."

"Can Mommy suck mine too?"

Before my mother could answer, I had already shoved my raging penis into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...Xiao Bao...you're so naughty..."

"Ah...ah...Mom...you're so amazing...it feels so good..."

Having only ever masturbated before, this was the first time I experienced the pleasure of "oral sex." I was excited and wanted to ejaculate, so I held my mother's head with both hands and thrust my penis into her mouth.

"Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..."

Thick, smelly semen poured into my mother's throat like a flood. I heard her gulp down the semen twice before finally spitting out the sticky, limp penis.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I...I ejaculated all of it in your mouth..."

"Although it doesn't taste very good, but...as long as it's yours, Mom likes it." "

Mom, let me serve you too!"

"Serve me?"

Before my mother could even understand, I had already crawled between her legs and buried my head in her genitals. I pulled a pillow over and placed it under her buttocks to make her genitals more prominent, then hoisted her legs onto my shoulders. Once everything was ready, what greeted me was the mysterious cave I had been dreaming of.

Although the room was dimly lit, I could still vaguely see the thick pubic hair scattered on her mons pubis. Beneath the pubic hair, there was a split—the place where I was born!

I used my index and middle fingers to part my mother's labia majora, revealing the secret opening protected by her labia minora. I couldn't wait to lick the entrance with the tip of my tongue, and my mother, surprisingly, moaned loudly.

"Mmm...mmm...don't...it's so embarrassing...Mom will feel ashamed..."

Streams of egg-white-like love fluid gushed from my mother's vagina. This stuff, commonly known as "vaginal fluid," didn't taste very good, but it drove me absolutely wild! My tongue kept moving in and out of her opening, and my mother's "vaginal fluid" almost overflowed.

"Oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...stop playing with Mommy...just put it in already...

" "Isn't this what I'm doing?"

"I mean...um...you're so annoying...you just want Mommy to...ask for it..."

Strangely enough, my penis, which had just ejaculated five minutes ago, was reborn under the stimulation of my mother's vaginal fluids. It was time to reflect on how long this journey had been. The moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, I almost burst into tears of excitement. Yes, Mommy! Great Mommy! I've finally returned to your embrace! Chapter 18 of the New Life Movement
after three hours of fighting, I ejaculated three more times. My mother kissed my cheeks with satisfaction, praising my prowess. "I think you could do even better." My mother patted my head with satisfaction and gently rubbed my slightly swollen penis. "For a guy having sex for the first time, you've done pretty well." "I never imagined sex could be so wonderful! Especially with Mom." "Little Bao! Mom is yours now, don't let her down." Mom picked up the crumpled underwear lying on the bedside table and gently wiped my penis and her own messy genitals. "Mom, can I have that underwear?" "This…didn't you buy it for Mom?" "Because it smells like Mom, so I want to keep it with me." Strangely enough, even though I could have sex with my mother, I still couldn't resist my love for underwear. Now, I finally understood why my godmother was addicted to it. The next day, I took the underwear, stained with my semen and my mother's vaginal fluid, to my godmother to report the good news. After looking at the underwear, my godmother congratulated me but didn't say much else. "Godmother, are you not feeling well?" "It's nothing... I just hope that you won't follow in my son Zizai's footsteps and cherish this hard-won love." "I know, I will never forget Godmother's kindness." A month later, Godmother suddenly moved away without a word, leaving me with a wardrobe full of sexy underwear and a letter. In the letter, she told me to cherish these underwear because seeing the underwear is like seeing the person, and told me not to try to find her because she was just a passerby in my life. I handed all these underwear to my mother and said that Godmother Ling told me to do so before she left. In fact, whenever I made love with my mother wearing Godmother's sexy underwear, I always felt like I was making love with Godmother. As for why Godmother left? I don't know either. To me, Godmother is undoubtedly the matchmaker sent down from heaven. 《The End》Abnormal Love ~ (16) Xiao Fen's Bestiality ch, 1 After I left Xiao Zhao's house, on my way home, I could hardly think. Because I could hardly stop paying attention to the vibrator inside my body. I had to walk carefully, trying to make the stimulation and pleasure from the vibrator what I expected, so I could barely keep moving forward. The swaying on the bus was more unbearable than usual. I finally managed to find a seat, but the feeling was different. When the bus was moving smoothly, it wasn't too uncomfortable. But when it hit bumpy roads or stopped, the vibrations almost made me scream. I bit my lip, and finally reached my stop. I forced myself to walk to the front door, bent down to swipe my card—the feeling almost made me faint. I endured it, slowly got off the bus, and continued walking home. Lying in bed, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I pulled down my underwear, removed the vibrator from my vagina, and staggered towards the bathroom. I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. My mind was foggy, and I didn't even notice someone was already there! When I entered the bathroom, the room was filled with steam. I looked closely—it was my brother! "Xiao Fen... what... what are you doing?" My brother seemed a little panicked; he was soaking naked in the bathtub. For some reason, I had no intention of covering myself or leaving. Instead, I walked closer and looked at his penis! So good! That thought immediately flashed through my mind. I knelt down, lowered my head, and took his penis into my mouth. His physique had become even better after he joined the army! He had clearly defined six-pack abs. While I had his penis in my mouth, I reached out and gently stroked his abdomen. His penis quickly swelled in my mouth, its size constantly increasing. My mouth couldn't hold such a huge thing, so I had to spit it out. "Oh... oh..." My brother began to moan with pleasure as I sucked on it. He even instinctively started licking it with his tongue, teasing it with the tip. Perhaps the experience from that afternoon was still deeply etched in my mind? Anyway, the techniques for using the tongue are the same, so I used them all on my brother's penis. I don't know how long I licked it, but my mouth started to get a little sore, so I spat out his penis, then lay on the floor and swayed my hips towards him. My brother automatically got out of the bathtub, then supported my body and slowly inserted his thick, long penis into my vagina, and started thrusting! Although I had a vibrator in my vagina when I came back, my brother's penis was even thicker and longer! It felt so good! I coordinated with my brother's thrusting movements, thinking about the experience and feelings from the afternoon, and I slowly grasped the knack, knowing how to make my body match my brother's movements so that I could get greater pleasure and stimulation. "Ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...brother...brother...it feels so good...you're making me...feel so good...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." My brother started to speed up his movements, his penis pounding against my uterus again and again, the feeling almost making me faint. My brother's stamina was amazing. After thrusting more than a hundred times, he made me lie down, then he spread my legs apart and lifted them high, then inserted his penis into my vagina again. This time, my brother's movements were even faster, and this was the first time my brother and I had face-to-face contact. Our eyes met, both of our eyes filled with lust, and our movements became even more harmonious, hoping to give each other a better pleasure and orgasm. And our genitals made "plop plop" sounds, which sounded even more stimulating! My brother thrust rapidly two or three hundred times, and I couldn't help but urinate again! He didn't care at all and continued to fuck me. This was the first time I had been fucked after an orgasm, and the feeling was even more different. I cried out lewdly, and my brother responded with obscene words. Our excitement grew higher and higher! Finally, after a few powerful thrusts, my brother plunged his penis deep into my body. I felt a hot liquid rush into my uterus, and the pleasure made me faint.

When I woke up, I was lying naked in my own bed, while my brother was wearing underwear. After I woke up, he told me to get dressed and to keep this a secret.

My brother went back to his unit the next day after his leave, and in the following days, I became my usual obedient daughter again. However, when I was alone in my room, I would always use a vibrator to please myself and achieve satisfaction. But gradually, I began to crave stronger stimulation, so I started looking for substitutes.

I secretly took my brother's dildo to my room and tried to get it into my vagina, but I couldn't succeed. But then I found a new source of pleasure!

It was the aunt next door. Since she often came to our house to chat with my dad, I called her Auntie. That night, my dad was busy with something again, and I was bored at home alone, so I went next door to chat with Auntie.

Although Auntie was forty years old, she still had a very good figure. I knew she was an instructor at a massage center, so it was natural that she could maintain such a good figure. When she saw me come in, she asked me to sit down and brought me a drink. At that moment, her large German Shepherd walked over to her and rubbed against her legs.

Although I often come here, I'm always a little scared when I see this dog. It's so big! When it stands up, it's almost taller than me, so I'm always a bit afraid.

But then I noticed its behavior was a little strange; it kept trying to burrow its mouth between my aunt's legs and was making strange moaning sounds. My aunt looked a little embarrassed; she seemed unsure how to soothe it.

I noticed its genitals were gradually becoming erect; perhaps this is an animal in heat! I sat down next to my aunt, and it actually moved closer to us and buried its mouth between my legs.

"Harry! No!" My aunt tried to make it leave, but it just kept rubbing against both of our legs, seemingly very happy. Its whiskers kept tickling my inner thighs, and its short mane was almost unbearable. My legs involuntarily spread apart, allowing it to move more easily between them.

Since I was just visiting next door, I was dressed similarly to how I dress at home, and I'm starting to enjoy being unrestrained these days, so I came wearing only a tank top and safety shorts.

When I spread my legs, the safety shorts clung even tighter to my body, and it started licking my skin with its tongue. I couldn't help but moan, as its tongue gave my body an unprecedentedly intense stimulation.

At this point, I didn't care that I was in front of my aunt anymore. I spread my legs wide and even pulled down my safety shorts myself, so that its tongue could easily lick my body. At this moment, my aunt also came over. She pulled down my tank top and then lowered her head to suck on my nipple.

I turned to look at her, and she smiled, saying, "Auntie was worried you wouldn't be experienced and might be hesitant. But now Auntie has decided to let you fully enjoy Harry's wonderfulness!"

She had me lie down, and then we both took off our clothes, presenting ourselves naked in front of her. Auntie had Harry lick my genitals first, and the feeling was absolutely intoxicating! If Auntie hadn't been kissing my lips at that moment, I would have screamed out loud.

After Harry licked for a while, it willingly climbed on top of me! Auntie helped me with it, letting its penis slowly slide into my vagina. It felt like its penis wasn't as thick as a human's, but much thinner and longer, with a tuft of hair at the tip. The sensation inside the vagina was quite different from a human's.

After sliding in, it began to thrust rapidly! Its movements were much faster than a human's. I arched my lower body high to make its thrusting smoother, and at this moment, Auntie straddled my face. I knew what she wanted to do, so I tilted my head back and licked her vulva. In this way, the two of us, the woman and the dog, could all get our own pleasure!

Harry's penis went deeper and deeper into me, and it seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, so the pleasure it gave me was getting better and better! I couldn't continue licking Auntie's pussy anymore; I was completely immersed in the pleasure of being fucked. I lay on the sofa, letting it keep fucking me, my lower body swaying happily, and my mouth was uttering lewd words. I just didn't know if it could understand my pleasure.

"Ah...ah...ah...so good...so fast...I...want...to...come...I...so...comfortable...oh...oh...oh..."

I didn't know if it understood my words, but the more wanton and lewd I cried out, the faster its movements became. My waist trembled under its fucking, and when the bow at the end of its penis was fully inserted into my body, I went even crazier!

My whole body trembled. I felt my vagina being stretched so full and open for the first time. I moved violently up and down, but because of the bow, its penis didn't slip out of my body. On the contrary, because of the pulling, I felt a kind of pleasure mixed with pain.

It trembled a few times, and I felt a large amount of hot liquid gushing into my vagina. I knew it had ejaculated inside me! My body also began to convulse and tremble in response. I had a very special orgasm experience.

Chapter 2

After Harry's penis finally slipped out of my vagina, I saw my aunt next to me, inserting a vibrator into her vagina and anus and playing with herself. Harry had obediently slipped to the back.

My aunt walked over to me and said, "Xiao Fen, I was supposed to enjoy myself tonight, but you took it first. How will you repay your aunt?"

I said, "Auntie, whatever you want, I'll cooperate!" At this time, my aunt asked me to put on a vibrator, and I already knew what she meant.

The vibrator was attached to a pair of leather underwear, with vibrators on both sides. The auntie first slowly inserted the vibrator into my vagina, then fastened my underwear. Although it was called leather underwear, it was actually fastened to my belt with two straps, so it felt a little strange.

The auntie then asked if I wanted to see what was behind me. It's rare to encounter someone offering such sexual experiences, and having just had bestiality, how could I refuse? So the auntie took me to the bathroom, unfastened my underwear, and then gave me an enema!

After finally cleaning me up, the auntie took out something shaped like a cone, applied a thin layer of ointment, and inserted it into my anus.

Although it didn't hurt, my anus felt very wide open. The auntie then told me it was an anal dilator, used to help widen the anus so that when a real penis was inserted later, it wouldn't hurt as much, and I could quickly enjoy anal sex.

Then I had my aunt help me put the props back on. We went to her room, and she lay on the bed. She pulled out the dildo that was originally inside her vagina and slowly guided me to slide the dildo between my legs into her vagina. Then she started to thrust.

Under my aunt's guidance, the thrusting became smoother, and she began to feel pleasure, letting out some cries of pleasure. But I quickly felt a little tired, so I lay on the bed while my aunt moved up and down on top of me. At this point, she became even more aroused and quickly reached orgasm.

After I finished with my aunt, I was too exhausted to go back to sleep, so I lay down on her bed and drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but someone called my aunt. She told me she was going out, and I groggily agreed and went back to sleep.

In my hazy state, I suddenly felt someone licking my vagina, and it was a man! The stubble on his lip tickled my genitals, a feeling different from being licked by a wolfhound. His licking aroused me again, and after a nap, my strength had almost returned, and I gradually became excited.

I started writhing, and he seemed pleased with my reaction, saying, "Meiru, after licking for so long, you want it too?! Come on, I'll give you a good time now!"

I was stunned. This person seemed to mistake me for my aunt, and his voice sounded familiar, but while I was still in a daze, his penis quickly slid into my wet vagina!

"Oh... Meiru... you're so tight today... it feels so good..." His penis was so thick and big! But his movements were very gentle and skillful. He moved slowly, and that feeling was more enjoyable than being just fucked.

I couldn't help but moan. He leaned down and reached out to grab my breasts. Suddenly he said, "You... who are you?! You're not Meiru?!" He quickly pulled his penis out of me and got up to turn on the light. We both cried out at the same time! "

Dad!"

"Xiaofen?"

I didn't expect that the person who had just given me pleasure was my dad! He didn't expect that the person he was fucking was his daughter! He came over and asked me why I was here?!

I lied and said that I came to my aunt's place to play, and then I was a little tired, so I lay down on her bed to sleep. He asked me again why I wasn't wearing clothes? I lied and said that I just wanted to try it out for fun.

At this time, I asked my dad how long he had been doing this with my aunt. He said embarrassedly that it had been several years, and he didn't dare to let us know because he was afraid we would object. But instead, I hugged him and said, "I'm so glad Daddy found a partner! Why not be open and honest with Auntie?"

I deliberately pressed my breasts against Daddy's back and rubbed them against him. I noticed that Daddy's penis was still hard. I came in front of him, spread my legs, and sat down, letting his penis slide into my vagina. Then I started thrusting back and forth, side to side, up and down.

"You... what are you doing?! No..."

"Daddy... I feel so good... your big cock... it feels so good... so good... mmm... mmm..."

Daddy grabbed me with both hands, trying to make me stop. But my lower body continued to move skillfully, and slowly Daddy lost control and started thrusting along with me. This made our intercourse even more pleasurable!

He picked me up and laid me on the bed, then he began to gently thrust in and out. I enjoyed the pleasure of being fucked by Daddy again! Although I didn't experience the same ferocity as my brother, I felt this gentler approach was more enjoyable for a woman.

At that moment, I carefully admired my father's body. Although he was almost fifty, he didn't have the typical middle-aged weight gain, perhaps thanks to his daily running habit. He knelt on the bed, his waist moving slowly and gently, and gradually I reached my climax! I started to cry out, and a satisfied expression appeared on my father's face.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...so good...I...am...being...by...my...own...father...so good...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...my back is so sore...I'm...going...to...lose...I...can't...take...anymore...oh...oh...oh..."

After my father thrust five or six hundred times, I reached the most pleasurable climax of my life! My father gently stopped, looking at me, his penis still hard and erect inside my vagina.

Just then, I saw Auntie standing in the doorway, smiling at us. I nudged Dad, and he turned around, quickly pulling his penis out. He said, "This... Meiru... I can explain..."

Auntie took off her clothes, becoming naked like us, and hugged Dad, saying, "If you want to explain, explain it to me properly with your little brother!"

Dad knew there was no point in saying anything more, so he had Auntie kneel on the edge of the bed, and then he stood up and inserted his penis into her vagina from behind, starting to thrust. At this point, Dad began to show his true skill. He had already been on me for a long time, and now he continued thrusting on Auntie, showing no signs of fatigue.

Auntie asked me to come over, and then she lowered her head and began to lick my vagina and anus, causing the three of us to fall into a vortex of pleasure once again...

The next day, after we all knew about this relationship, we felt even more like family. And during the next vacation, my brother quickly integrated into our lives, making our family even more fun.

That day, my brother had just returned home. Only our aunt was home. She was dressed quite lightly that day, in a loose linen t-shirt and short, tight-fitting hot pants. Naturally, my brother quickly became aroused. Our aunt was staying at our house because she came over that morning to make breakfast for my dad and me, and then help us clean up.

My brother came home around ten in the morning. Our aunt had just sat down to rest. My brother opened the door and went inside, initially thinking he had gone to the wrong place. He only came in after our aunt greeted him and said he was in the right place. My brother went back to his room, put down his luggage, and our aunt had already brought him a cool drink to quench his thirst.

Our aunt's ample breasts inadvertently brushed against my brother, and his already erect penis stood up even higher! My brother seemed a little embarrassed at this point, while our aunt sat on his bed with ease and chatted with him.

Standing there, the older brother could clearly see his aunt's full breasts and deep cleavage. Her legs were spread wide, revealing only a thin pair of hot pants, their shape almost entirely visible. How could the virile older brother possibly resist? He decided to take a shower and headed to the bathroom.

After undressing, he tossed his clothes into the laundry basket, picked up the tap, and rinsed himself with cold water, barely managing to control his burning desire. But then he realized he'd forgotten to bring a change of underwear, and his clothes, already soaked, were in the basket. He hesitated, then asked his aunt to bring him some.

She agreed, and after a while, she knocked on the door. The older brother opened it halfway and saw his aunt standing naked in the doorway, holding his underwear. He froze!

The aunt pushed open the door, came in, and then closed it behind her. She placed her brother's underwear in the bathroom wardrobe, then walked towards him and said, "It's not easy to get your body clean by yourself, let Auntie help you wash it." He didn't know what to do, but the aunt took the initiative to pick up the faucet and wash his body. Then she squatted down and used her hands to wash his penis, then put it in her mouth!

His penis quickly swelled in her mouth. He didn't know whether he should continue, but his penis had already become hard beyond his control. After looking at it, the aunt said, "Hmm, not much worse than your father's. I wonder how good it is?"

At this moment, the aunt turned her back to her brother, and he involuntarily stepped forward, put his arms around her waist, and inserted his penis into her vagina. He began to thrust, and the aunt's lewd moans made him work even harder. The two quickly lost themselves in their passionate intercourse.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...Ah Yong...you...you're so amazing...oh...it makes...Auntie...I...feel so good...yes...yes...that's it...keep going...you...and...your dad...are both so great...it's...so...good...oh...oh..."

While the brother was having sex, he reached out and grabbed and rubbed the aunt's breasts, which made the aunt feel even more pleasure. The aunt also kept using the walls of her vagina to suck on the brother's penis, which made the brother exclaim with pleasure.

"Auntie...your breasts are so big...so good..."

The aunt and the brother changed positions seven or eight times, making a ruckus in the bathroom. After the aunt came twice, the brother finally ejaculated inside her vagina. The two of them had been playing for a full hour and came out to sit in the living room to rest.

Just then, Dad came home from work. Seeing Aunt and Brother's appearance, he knew they were about to have sex. He smiled and went back to his room, stripping naked as well. Returning to the living room, he hugged Aunt and asked Brother how it went. Aunt laughed and playfully punched Dad, saying, "You two teamed up to mess with me?!"

Dad replied, "Teamed up to mess with you? Yong, did you hear that? Aunt wants us to team up to mess with her!"

Brother told Dad to go first, then went to the kitchen for a drink. When he returned to the living room, he saw Dad had Aunt lying on

the dining table, legs spread, his head buried in her vulva, licking her wantonly. Dad told Brother to climb onto the table and have Aunt give him a blowjob, which Brother readily agreed to. Aunt opened her mouth without hesitation and began licking Brother. Seeing Aunt's vulva overflowing with fluid again, Dad slid his penis inside and began slowly thrusting

. Dad continued with gentle thrusts, while Brother's penis slowly became erect under Aunt's licking. At this moment, Dad pulled his penis out, then told Aunt to get up. The three of them went to the bedroom together. Dad then had Brother lie on the bed, and Aunt straddled him, taking Brother's penis into her vagina. After a few thrusts, Dad inserted his penis into Aunt's anus from behind. This time, it was truly a two-on-one session!

Dad and Brother started thrusting together, and Aunt was plunged into an unprecedented frenzy of orgasm! Dad continued with gentle thrusts, while Brother's vigorous thrusts brought Aunt a completely different yet complementary and stimulating pleasure.

Aunt's breasts were not only sucked by Brother but also rubbed by Dad. Most of her erogenous zones had been violated and stimulated to the fullest extent by Brother and Dad. No wonder when I returned home, Aunt was disheveled and trembling all over.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...Ah Yong...you...are so amazing...oh...you're making...Auntie...feel so good...yes...yes...that's it...keep going...you...and...your dad...are both so great...it's really...good...oh my god...it's really great...oh...oh..."

"Good man...you and Ah Yong...made...me...lost...lost...again...I'm about to lose it...let...Xiao Fen...take over...uh...uh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

When I heard Auntie say this, I automatically took off all my clothes and went to the dining table. Dad made me lie on the ground, and then my brother inserted his penis into my vagina from behind, while Dad put the penis that had just been used on Auntie's anus into my mouth, and then they started to do it to me from the front and back.

My brother's penis was still as vigorous as ever, constantly bringing me to orgasm inside my vagina. My father's penis had an indescribable taste that spread through my mouth, until my mind went completely blank.

I don't know how long I was being fucked, but my brother finally ejaculated inside me for the first time! My father then took over and continued fucking my vagina. The slow but seemingly endless thrusting allowed me to slowly savor the pleasure of being fucked. At this moment, I saw my aunt licking the semen off my brother's penis and watching the beautiful scene of me being fucked by my father.

I reached my first orgasm, but my father wasn't satisfied. He inserted his penis into my anus and thrust seventy or eighty more times before finally ejaculating completely inside me, ending our family's first joyful game.

Chapter 3

Although I had relationships with both my father and brother, I mostly let them enjoy the sandwich pleasure with my aunt, especially since they both liked women with large breasts. Although my breasts had gradually grown larger, they still couldn't compare to my aunt's 36F, so my main goal was still to find ways to make myself happy and try different kinds of pleasure.

That day, at my aunt's house, I stripped naked and tied my legs to the legs of two tables. Then I smeared myself with a mixture of meat broth and Harry's favorite canned meat. Within a minute, it was on top of me, licking and caressing my body!

Its massive body pressed against me, constantly licking and caressing my skin; since my legs couldn't close, the feeling was very close to being raped! Its tongue slowly focused on my vagina, but I wanted it to continue licking my breasts, so I poured more broth on them. The rich aroma quickly brought it back to my chest. Its

rough, sandpaper-like tongue licked back and forth on my breasts, sending waves of excitement through them, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm! My fingers also entered my vagina, and I began to frantically stimulate myself. The combined attack from above and below resulted in an orgasm, and I passed out.

When I awoke, Harry was nowhere to be seen. I saw a large puddle of water between my legs, and a pungent smell, indicating that I had involuntarily lost control of my bladder during my orgasm. I struggled to bend over and slowly tried to untie the ropes binding my legs, but with my hands too weak, I couldn't manage it after several attempts.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared before me! I looked up and saw a burly man wearing a black hood, holding a knife. Just as I was about to scream, he pressed the tip of the knife against my throat, and I immediately fell silent!

"Hehehe...you're very smart! As long as you obey me, I won't kill you, understand?!"

I nodded. He cut the ropes binding my feet with a knife. Under his command, I slowly stood up. Suddenly, he pressed me down onto the dining table, and I immediately felt a thick, hard penis pressed against my vaginal opening. However, he didn't immediately insert it. Instead, he kept sliding his glans back and forth on my vagina, a sensation that made me uncontrollably aroused.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Although I was being forcibly pressed onto the table and facing rape, I had no intention of not enjoying the experience. His glans kept sliding between my legs, making it even harder for me to resist. A large amount of vaginal fluid began to gush out. I could even feel it overflowing from my vagina as my lower body moved, slowly flowing down my inner thighs.

He reached down and touched my thigh, his fingers covered in the wetness from my vagina. He leaned against my back, then held out his hand, wanting me to see just how wet I was!

"You little slut! Look how horny you are! Your pussy is dripping like this, want me to rub it in to relieve the itch?! Hahahaha..."

I opened my mouth and took his finger, which was covered in semen, into my mouth, sucking on it as hard as I could, licking it back and forth with my tongue. After letting me lick it once, he pulled his finger back, then grabbed my hair, forcing me to stand up in the direction of his force. Then he made me turn around and face him.

"Bitch! Kneel down! Lick me properly, the more you lick me, the more I can fuck you later!"

I opened my mouth and took his penis into my mouth, licking it while using my fingers to play with and stimulate his penis and scrotum. His skills weren't as good as he claimed. I licked for less than two minutes before he ejaculated inside my mouth!

I swallowed all his semen, then knelt on the ground, watching to see what he was going to do next. Of course, it would be best if he could satisfy my pussy, but when I saw him start to put on his pants, I knew he wasn't going to continue playing with me, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He tied me up again, and just as he was about to go into the room to search for valuables, someone opened the door. He hurriedly ran away from behind, and it was my aunt and father who came in.

Seeing me tied to the floor, completely naked, they didn't know what had happened and quickly untied me. I didn't tell them what had just happened, only saying I was having fun, and that covered it up.

Perhaps you're wondering why Harry disappeared? Well, Harry had eaten too much and went back to sleep, and since I didn't resist, I didn't wake him.

For the next few days, I continued to use the same method, using meat broth to attract Harry to lick me, giving me pleasure, but it never seemed as fun as that day, so I started thinking of other new tricks.

This time, my thoughts turned to my school teacher! My math teacher was quite young, very popular with the female students, and he was also quite muscular, so my first thought was to seduce him and have some fun with him.

I found out he would be on night duty at school one night, and I knew I could start planning. That day, I brought a very provocative outfit. After school, I went to the school rooftop and waited quietly for night to fall.

From there, I could see everything happening in the teachers' duty room. I saw the teacher changing into more casual clothes and sitting on a recliner watching TV. I knew the time was right. I stripped naked and changed into the outfit I'd brought—a very sexy lingerie set with garter belts.

After that, I put on a pair of high heels and a thin, short coat. The hem of the coat was just high enough to subtly cover my hips, making it very attractive to men!

Then I went downstairs, went to the restroom, and carefully applied makeup, then put on a catwoman eye mask—a perfect look! I hid the rest of my clothes in a secret corner. Now, all that was left was to appear before the teacher!

I slowly walked towards the teacher's lounge. He seemed to hear footsteps, so when I arrived, he was standing at the door with a flashlight, looking around.

"You…" The teacher looked quite surprised to see me!

I believe he didn't recognize me; perhaps he simply didn't expect his student to do such a thing! I continued walking towards him, then stopped very close. My chest lightly touched his body, and that feeling made my nipples involuntarily erect! What a wanton woman I am!

He raised his hand and hugged me, but then immediately let go. I think his masculine instincts triggered his action of hugging me, but then he realized something seemed a little off. But at this moment, even if he didn't take the initiative, I would still take the initiative to have sex with him, so I took the initiative to hug him.

He looked at me, and I looked up into his eyes. My hands roamed back and forth on his back, waist, and buttocks, and his muscular body excited me even more! I pressed my body against his, and I could feel his lower body beginning to change. I gestured for him to come into the room, and he cleverly followed me in, closing the door behind us.

At this point, he became more proactive, wrapping his arms around me and beginning to kiss me, murmuring, "Darling...mmm...so good...mmm...mmm..." He continued kissing me passionately, his hands pulling open my short coat. When he saw that I was only wearing underwear and garter belts, his eyes gleamed with excitement, a beastly desire to rape and ravage me!

He lifted me up and laid me on the bed, then lifted my legs and spread them wide! He stared at my lower body with a frightening gaze. He slowly leaned down, spreading my legs even wider, and began to slowly smell my genitals. It was then that I remembered I hadn't showered!

He released my legs, then pressed down on my hips, gently pulling down my underwear. I covered my genitals with my hands. He looked up at me, and suddenly the phone rang!

He got up and picked up the phone. Suddenly, he seemed surprised and said, "You..." He quickly turned to look at me, but he mumbled something in a low voice that I didn't hear clearly. I just saw him staring at me with a look of astonishment.

After a while, he put down the phone and came over, saying, "You...who are you?!"

I deliberately sat half-upright on the bed and said, "Who do you think I am?!"

"I thought you were my wife, but she just called...who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

I said with a forced smile, "To be your wife tonight!" Then I stood up, walked over, unzipped his pants, and took out his penis. The size was much larger than I expected; even when it was limp, it was seven or eight centimeters long. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but put his penis in my mouth and start gently licking it with my tongue!

"Oh...oh..." the teacher couldn't help but moan. I licked it even more vigorously. He held my cheeks with both hands and gently swayed his hips, looking very pleased.

His penis slowly grew into a huge thing in my mouth. I spat it out and indicated that I wanted to wash myself. He nodded and led me to the back bathroom. We took off all our clothes, but I still didn't take off my blindfold. He didn't seem to want me to take it off either, so after washing ourselves, we dried ourselves off.

"Hmm... could you put on your garter belt and high heels? I want... I want... like this, try it, okay?!"

I didn't expect the teacher to become interested. Of course, I was happy to cooperate. It was my first time dressed like this, and the thought of it excited me. The teacher asked me to lie down on the bed again. After I lay down, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to start. Instead, he climbed on top of me and started kissing my cheeks, then my lips, but he didn't stay for long. He started kissing my shoulders and finally my breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...it feels so good...you're so amazing...you're licking me so well..."

I began to moan wantonly, half from the heart and half out of a desire to tease him. He seemed greatly encouraged, using both his mouth and hands to create intoxicating pleasure and stimulation on my breasts.

My hands wrapped around his back, but his movements were not affected. My lower body swayed up and down, and the pleasure inside me grew stronger and stronger. Finally, I even reached a small orgasm.

I let go of him, and he knelt on the bed. I knew it was time for me to give him a good taste of pleasure! So, I lay on the bed, letting his penis enter my mouth again. The gentle licking and skillful stimulation of my fingers quickly revived his slightly softened penis. The teacher nudged my shoulders. I held his penis in my mouth, looking up at him.

"Lie down! I want…" I knew the teacher wanted me, but at that moment, I wished he could say it!

I spat out his penis, not immediately standing up as he demanded. I pressed my face against it, like a wanton bitch, rubbing against it, and said, "What do you want to do?! Do you want to use this big cock to fuck my slutty little hole properly?!"

The teacher finally abandoned his rationality. He grabbed me with his strong hands, threw me onto the bed, lifted my legs, spread them wide, and grinned menacingly, "Yes! I'm going to fuck you properly! I'm going to shove my big cock into your little cunt! Hahahaha..."

Hearing him say that, I knew I was about to enjoy the pleasure of being fucked by the teacher, and I got excited! I grabbed my breasts with my hands, playing with them, then twisted my body, deliberately saying coyly, "I'm going to be raped by a big bad wolf... I'm going to be fucked..." The teacher finally pressed his glans against my cunt, then lowered his waist, and his penis plunged hard into my cunt!

"Oh...so thick...such a big cock...it feels so good...mmm...mmm...uh...uh...so good...yes...that's it...faster...faster...harder...fuck me..."

To be honest, although the teacher's skills were quite good, I was becoming more and more intoxicated by the pleasure of making myself a slutty woman! The pleasure I felt from the insertion of his penis was not as great as the pleasure I had imagined, but that beastly gaze, the man's heavy breathing, and the powerful thrusts all gave me a strange excitement!

The teacher's stamina was beyond my imagination; each thrust seemed to have no effect on his stamina. He thrust hundreds of times, then adjusted our position, raising my lower body higher, and then standing on the edge of the bed. This way, he was standing, which gave him more room to thrust his waist!

While he was fucking me, he reached out and played with my breasts, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face! I, of course, lay half-reclined on the bed, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of being fucked by the teacher. His waist seemed to have an electric motor; once the power was on, there was no stopping it. And what woman could compare to such power?!

After about a hundred thrusts, the teacher would ask me to change positions. We went from lying on the bed to playing on the floor, and even boldly went outside into the classroom to play lewd games. This game lasted for almost three hours before stopping.

When the teacher finally ejaculated inside me, we had already gone back to the rest room. He lay contentedly on the bed, enjoying my massage. After he drifted off to sleep, I got dressed, went back to where I kept my things, took out the camera I had prepared beforehand, and took several nude photos of him, deliberately including my underwear in the pictures. Then I left.

When I got home, I was completely exhausted! I lay down and fell fast asleep, and that sleep made me take a day off the next day!

Chapter 4.

When I returned to school, every time I saw my teacher, I couldn't help but recall the pleasurable moments we had shared that day. But I needed to find another good opportunity to let him know I existed.

For the next week, I focused almost entirely on my exams. After studying diligently at home for a week, the exams finally ended, and after two more days of classes, I would have a five-day holiday! I thought to myself, this would be a great opportunity.

That afternoon, after class ended, as the teacher left the classroom, I grabbed my textbook and hurriedly chased after him.

"Teacher, wait!" I was a little out of breath. The teacher was watching me from around the corner. I walked towards him, took out the blindfold I had worn that day from my textbook, put it on in front of him, smiled, and then took it off.

He paused, then looked at me with a mixture of pleasure and suspicion. I asked him to meet me at a certain place at seven o'clock that evening. After he nodded in agreement, we pretended nothing had happened and went our separate ways.

At 7 PM, I was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, standing at the agreed-upon spot. Suddenly, a red sports car pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, and my teacher, sitting inside, waved for me to get in.

I opened the door and got in, when I suddenly noticed someone else in the back seat!

"She's my wife, you can call her Claire!"

Seeing my suspicious look, my teacher drove off, saying as he drove, "I mentioned what happened last time to my wife! She hopes we can all meet. Let's go home now!" At

that moment, I suddenly felt things were taking an unexpected turn, but I wasn't afraid, because I had a feeling something even more interesting was about to happen. When we arrived at my teacher's house, I discovered he lived in a detached house in the suburbs. After he drove the car into the garage, we got out together and went to the living room.

The living room was elegantly furnished and very spacious. After my teacher gestured for me to sit down, Claire sat down next to me. At first, I didn't notice, but when she sat next to me, I realized she had a really great figure! Her outfit also made her figure incredibly alluring; even as a woman myself, I found it captivating, even a little bit enviable!

The teacher had gone into the bedroom and then come out again, wearing only a sexy pair of underwear, his large penis conspicuously displayed before us.

He sat down in front of us, looked at me, and said, "I know you must be surprised why I asked you to appear before my wife and me. Actually… there's a small obstacle between my wife and me! I hope you can help us remove this obstacle!"

Hearing this, I already had a pretty good idea of what was going on! Sure enough, in his explanation, he told me that his wife had a fear of sex. Although they had been married for three years, they had very few successful sexual encounters, and so far, his wife showed no signs of pregnancy.

The exhilarating sex we had at school last time made the teacher think it might arouse his wife, Claire's, libido, and also let her experience the pleasure of sex. That's why he wanted me to appear in front of them today. I understood completely, so I offered to take the lead in their lovemaking. The teacher readily agreed, while Claire blushed, unsure what to do. Seeing

this, I gave the teacher a wink, then took the initiative to embrace Claire and gently bring our bodies closer together. I could feel her body was quite stiff; I knew she was still quite afraid.

But since she hadn't pushed me away, I continued to caress her. Then I asked the teacher to help me remove my lower body clothing. The teacher readily agreed and helped me pull down my pants, then slowly removed my underwear.

At this point, my lower body was completely naked. Then I guided Keli to touch my vulva with her hands. Her fingers touched me stiffly, and I knew she was still a little embarrassed. So I asked the teacher to go over and tie her hands behind her back, making her unable to move her upper body.

Because Keli was wearing a knitted mini-skirt, I didn't need to take it off. I simply pulled the skirt up, exposing her lower body. Underneath, she wore panties of the same color as the skirt, a very conservative style. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby table and quickly cut open the panties, immediately revealing her vulva.

I leaned down and gently stroked her delicate, slightly pink petals with my fingers. It was clear she didn't have much experience. I applied gentle pressure with my fingers, and my fingertips quickly sank into the cleft. Her legs instinctively tried to clamp together, but because I was sitting between them, no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

I slowly brought my head closer to her petals and then let my tongue slowly slide over them. She trembled and let out a low moan! "Ah...ah...it's so...itchy...it's so strange...stop...stop...don't...do this...it's so...strange...ah..."

Claire kept making sobbing sounds from her throat, but with the teacher and my combined efforts, she had no chance to struggle, so she could only obediently let me lick her vulva!

Gradually, Claire's moans were no longer filled with fear and resistance as they had at the beginning. She began to accept the feeling, and her vulva began to slowly flow with a lustful nectar, showing that her body was also beginning to accept the sensation. I also felt that her legs were no longer stiff, but slowly relaxed, showing that she was no longer resistant.

The teacher seemed to notice the changes in Claire's body, so he released her hands, pulled up her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her large, elastic breasts popped out. The teacher moved in front of her, bent down, and slowly sucked on her nipples. Gradually, her body became more languid. I knew she was beginning to enjoy the pleasure of caresses, which meant she was no longer averse to such things.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...husband...I didn't know...being...licked...like this...would feel so good...so great...so good...I...from now on...want you...to...lick...help...me...every day...like this...so good...I...was so silly before...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

At this moment, I saw that Keli was fully prepared, so I used my fingers to tease her vulva while turning my head to suck on the teacher's penis, so that he could start preparing to fuck his wife.

At this time, the teacher could no longer suck on his wife's breasts, and his wife noticed that I was teasing her vulva while sucking on the teacher's penis. She seemed a little surprised, but there was no sign of rejection. After the teacher's penis was fully erect, I told the teacher to quickly insert his penis into his wife's vulva!

"Oh...oh...oh...Oh God...my...body...feels...like...it's...burning...oh...oh...oh...oh...it's so strange...God...no...no...no...no...don't...stop...I...I...feel so...strange...I feel...so...uncomfortable...but...stopping...makes...it...even...uncomfortable...don't stop...hold me tight...quickly..." "Faster... harder... harder... do it... harder... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... so good... so comfortable... oh my god... my lower... body... feels... burning... up... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh..."

Keli trembled incessantly in the teacher's arms, but I knew she was beginning to experience the pleasure of being fucked by a man, so from then on, she would no longer resist. After the teacher fucked her hard three or four hundred times, she had already reached orgasm!

"Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh my god... I... head... so dizzy... I... am going to... die... I... can't... take it... anymore... I... I... am going to... die... oh..."

At this moment, the teacher's wife went limp in the teacher's arms, her eyes vacant! The teacher let her lie on the sofa, and then, of course, he was going to "repay" me properly! He pinned me to the table, then slid his penis into my already wet vagina, thrusting rapidly and forcefully!

I could feel that the teacher's excitement was no less than last time! Firstly, we had already had a wonderful experience together; secondly, his own wife had just been thoroughly satisfied, and he could have sex with another young beauty right in front of her—how many men could have such good fortune? And under this passionate fucking, my orgasm came even earlier than usual!

"Oh...so thick...such a big cock...it feels so good...mmm...mmm...uh...uh...so good...yes...that's it...faster...faster...harder...ah...ah..."

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...so good...big cock...it feels so good...so good...I'm going to die...I...I'm going to lose it...oh...oh my god...I'm losing it...I...can't...take it...ah..."

The teacher and I rested for a bit, and then, in front of Keli, I let the teacher insert his penis into my anus. I arched my back, tilted my neck back, and made my body into a semi-circle, so that he could kiss me while he was fucking me!

He kissed my lips, then pulled my upper body back, and then slowly began to kiss my neck and my shoulders. Of course, his hands didn't leave my breasts either! At this moment, I lay on his shoulder and whispered to him to conserve his energy, because I hoped he could ejaculate inside his wife for the first time today!

After understanding my thoughts, the teacher, while having sex with me, played with my breasts, seemingly very grateful for my efforts. His reward for me was transmitted into my body with each thrust of his penis! Meanwhile, his wife, watching from the side, was also itching to get in, and even started to masturbate herself with her fingers! Seeing this change in her, I couldn't help but laugh!

After the teacher thrust hundreds of times, he suddenly pulled his penis out, and before his wife could realize what was happening, he inserted it back into her vagina and began thrusting again! At this moment, his wife seemed a little surprised, but soon she was immersed in the pleasure of being fucked by the teacher!

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...yes...yes...so good...husband...I...love you so much...I...like you...doing it like this...oh...oh...oh...so good..."

"Klee...do you like me...?"

"I like it...oh...oh...I...like it so much...being...by...my dear husband...I...so good...harder...harder...harder...ah...ah..."

Klee seemed to be venting her emotions and began to utter lewd words, her face showing excitement and lust. I knew she had taken the first step towards becoming a slut! The teacher himself seemed quite aware of this, and his stamina seemed to have reached its limit. After seventy or eighty thrusts, the teacher finally couldn't help but ejaculate for the first time tonight inside his wife's vagina!

When the teacher pulled his penis out, his wife scolded him slightly, saying he had just played in such a dirty place and gotten it inside her. I laughed and told her I had already cleaned it myself, it was absolutely clean, and I even told her I did it like this every day so I could enjoy anal sex anytime!

After hearing my explanation, and seeing that the teacher's penis, apart from being particularly shiny and smooth from the semen, wasn't as bad as she had imagined, she was somewhat relieved.

It was almost ten o'clock at night, and I thought I should go home, so the teacher and his wife drove me home. The atmosphere was completely different from when I arrived!

Chapter 5

A few days later, after class, the teacher called me aside for a private talk. "Xiao Fen, the long weekend is coming up in a few days, are you free?"

"Is there something you need?!"

"My wife would like you to stay at my house for a few days, is that convenient?" I thought for a moment, and since it didn't seem like anything else, I agreed. The teacher arranged to pick me up later. I went back to class.

Time flew by, and the long weekend arrived. I knew the main purpose of going to the teacher's house, so I only brought some sexy lingerie and some props that might be useful, just waiting for the teacher to come and pick me up. The teacher arrived at the house right on time. It just so happened that only my aunt and I were home. When the teacher rang the doorbell, my aunt was in the living room, so she went to open the door first!

"Hello, I'm Xiaofen's teacher. Is Xiaofen home?!" When the teacher saw that it was my aunt, she had to pretend to be very respectable and polite. Seeing the teacher's appearance, my aunt was a little moved. She warmly invited the teacher to come in and sit down, and then went inside to call me.

Before I left, my aunt deliberately asked me, "Xiaofen, you're so lucky to have such a handsome teacher!" Hearing this, I knew she was slightly interested, so I teased her, "So? Do you like me, Auntie? I heard you're really good in that area!"

"You little rascal, how did you know?" My aunt playfully hit me, but I could tell she was getting more and more interested!

So I suggested that if she was interested, she could tease him a little and see what he was capable of! My aunt, already itching to try it out, followed my suggestion, stripped off all her clothes, and left wearing only a t-shirt that barely covered her bottom before going out again! Meanwhile, I secretly followed her out to spy!

"Teacher, excuse me, Xiaofen is packing her things, please wait a moment!"

My aunt swayed as she approached my teacher, who seemed a little embarrassed and unsure how to react. At this moment, the aunt sat boldly on the armrest of his sofa, raising one leg high. I believe the teacher could clearly see the aunt's figure; I saw his ears turn red! Then, the aunt became even bolder, sitting on him. The teacher, understanding the aunt's intention, unceremoniously began to grope her.

The aunt quickly discovered the teacher's large penis and began to display her skills, kneeling on the back of the sofa, positioning her vagina against the teacher's mouth, while she leaned down to suck his penis. The two of them actually started playing like that!

I felt a little itchy, but I knew I had to restrain myself, so I went back to my room, intending to wait until things calmed down before coming out.

Sure enough, not long after, I heard the aunt's lewd moans and the violent collision of their bodies. I looked at the clock; minute by minute, they played for over an hour before calming down. By then, I was also leaking a lot of vaginal fluid. I really don't know how I managed to endure it! When I stood up, my legs were sore and weak, as if I were the one who had just been fucked!

I went outside and saw my teacher getting dressed, while my aunt was lying naked on the living room floor, the floor wet and glistening. When my teacher and I left, my aunt was still lying weakly on the floor.

I patted my teacher's butt and asked, "How's my aunt?"

He chuckled and said, "She's a bit older, but she's hot!"

"After sleeping with her, do you still have the energy to handle me and your wife?"

"I don't know what's going on?! After playing with her, I'm even more interested in fucking you two! I can't wait to fuck you and Keli properly!"

At first, I didn't believe him, but from the teacher's rapid driving, I gradually came to believe him! When I met Keli, the teacher had already impatiently pressed her against the hood of the car and inserted his penis into her vagina, beginning a vigorous thrusting session!

His penis moved in and out rapidly, while his wife moaned lasciviously, as if responding to his passionate fucking! I also noticed that his wife wasn't just passively accepting his fucking; she would reach down to her crotch and use her fingers to manipulate her labia and the clitoris hidden within, showing that she was beginning to understand how to bring herself more pleasure!

After six or seven hundred vigorous thrusts, the teacher seemed to have calmed his lust somewhat, so he stopped and slid his penis out of his wife's body. His wife knelt down weakly, as if still savoring the sensation of being fucked.

Then, the teacher and I helped his wife back to the living room and laid her down. Then it was my turn to continue playing with her! I buried my face between Keli's snow-white thighs; first, I licked along the clitoris, from bottom to top, with my tongue.

"Ah..." With

the movement of my tongue, her waist rose up and then fell heavily back down. I repeated it, this time pressing the tip of my tongue against the narrow opening and sliding it up and down. This stimulation made her waist tremble!

I knew my teacher's wife was beginning to experience pleasure, so I used the tip of my tongue to lick from around her clitoris towards the most prominent part, while my hands parted her labia. She slightly straightened her thighs. As she swayed her hips, her vagina glistening with nectar, I pressed my lips against hers, sucking noisily while simultaneously inserting my tongue inside.

"Ah..."

The gushing nectar overwhelmed my tongue. I changed the direction of my caresses, spreading her long, snow-white thighs even wider. First, I sucked on the upper petals, slowly drawing them into my mouth with my lips, then pulling them out forcefully. I repeated this with the other petal, then sucked both petals into my mouth, teasing them with my tongue.

Cleo moaned continuously, and with each caress, hot nectar flowed from her body. I looked up at my teacher, signaling her to take over, and she immediately came to continue sucking.

At this moment, I spread my legs wide, straddling my teacher's face, and demanded that she suck my genitals in the same way I had just done. Following my technique, my teacher's wife continued, and I began to feel that subtle pleasure, constantly flowing into my body with her tongue!

Her tongue crawled along the fine crevices of the mucous membrane, plunging deep into my body. My thighs were spread wide, my lower body open; the mere pulling of the muscles was already an indescribable pleasure, let alone the intoxicating sensation of her tongue crawling inside me!

I moaned ecstatically, completely lost in the moment! And then, taking advantage of my inattention, my teacher pushed me down and grabbed my hard, erect penis, rubbing it against my already wet vulva! I closed my eyes, and in an instant, the burning heat of his penis was deeply inserted into my body. I loved that feeling!

"Ah...ah...so good..."

I instinctively straightened my body, allowing the penis to penetrate more easily. The glans quickly pierced through the already moist vaginal membrane, entering deep inside me. That feeling instantly plunged my entire body into a sweet pleasure!

The position of being penetrated from behind is inherently more arousing! And the thought that Keli was below me, watching her husband fucking my pussy with his big cock, this mixed feeling made me even more excited!

"Ah...ah...no...so good...yes...so good...oh...oh...oh...uh...uh...uh..."

As the cock slid back and forth inside my vagina, waves of pleasure flowed through my body. Almost unconsciously, I began to sway my hips up and down, using the cock as an axis; with each sway, the wetness between my legs made strange sounds, and my full breasts bounced!

What excited me even more was that at this moment, Claire actually sucked on my erect penis, which was throbbing with excitement, gently nibbling at it. The double stimulation made me completely collapse!

As I slowly recovered from the afterglow of my orgasm, I saw the teacher and Claire entwined together. They were kissing and touching each other's genitals. I got up and crawled towards them, stopping them from going any further.

I took Claire to the bathroom and shaved all her pubic hair. Of course, I then shaved the teacher's pubic hair as well, which took some effort. The second step was to let Claire experience the pleasure of an enema.

With the teacher's assistance and Claire's own cooperation, she quickly made her body very clean. Then, of course, came the real show! Claire and I kissed each other, pressing our petals tightly together and rubbing them constantly to produce pleasure.

During my licking, I focused my teasing on Klee's anus. My tongue kept trying to penetrate it, causing waves of itchiness that made her moan with pleasure.

At that moment, I saw the teacher's erect penis in front of me. I stepped back slightly so he could place his penis against Klee's anus, and then, right in front of me, he slowly inserted it inch by inch.

"Oh...oh...oh...God...my...body...feels...like...it's going to...split...slower...God...please...slower...yes...yes...this is better...uh...uh...uh..."

I watched the penis enter inch by inch, and I also told Klee how to make herself feel better in this situation. With my guidance, she finally let the entire penis go in.

While smearing the nectar flowing from Cleo's vagina onto the teacher's penis, I continued to play with her erect clitoris. This method quickly and successfully brought her to the bliss of anal sex.

Her hips began to sway, and I got up, no longer pressing down on her. I saw her arching her upper body, her lower body swaying, as if to tell me how happy she was! I grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, while the teacher's thrusts became faster and faster. Finally, amidst a series of tremors, Cleo fainted!

At this moment, the teacher came over, wanting to continue with me, but I shook my head and asked the teacher to help me wake Cleo. When Cleo woke up, the teacher's penis had softened, and I made Cleo watch how I performed oral sex on a man.

She lay down beside me, positioning the teacher's penis between us. I slowly took the head of his penis into my mouth, instructing her on how to use her tongue to lick it. Claire listened attentively, and soon, under our combined sucking, the teacher's penis became erect again.

I had the teacher sit down, and Claire straddled him, beginning to thrust up and down. Their interaction became increasingly skilled, and then, suddenly, the teacher shuddered a few times and ejaculated a thick stream of semen inside Claire!

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