The Three Musketeers

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(I)

"Xiaoling, why have you been so gloomy lately? You seem so listless all the time, is it because your husband can't satisfy you? Haha." "Get lost! I think you're the one who's unsatisfied. It's because that new product has such a big error, no matter how I adjust it, it's unstable, it's driving me crazy. I finally got a new product, and it's gone wrong like this, it's driving me crazy." This was obviously said by the woman named Xiaoling.

"It's just an error problem, what's the big deal? If it really doesn't work, go ask Professor Yang. Hey, didn't Professor Yang just recruit three new black graduate students? I heard they're pretty capable. Hehe, three black guys coming... to help... you should be fine, right? Hehe." "What do you mean? Pretty capable? Come on, let's fuck you! Look at you, you slut. I'm warning you, black guys' dicks are huge, thicker than your arm! Don't regret it if you break your dick! Haha." "You jerk! Hey, but seriously, Xiaoling, do you think black guys' dicks are all as big as those actors in porn?" "Not that exaggerated, but at least several sizes bigger than Chinese men's. Do you think our dicks can fit a black guy's thing? It's so big." "It's scary just thinking about it." "Scared? I think you're excited. You're wet, aren't you?" "You're crazy, you're the one who's wet. I think you should go back and change your underwear." "Change my ass! You're just kidding, why are you sticking your ass up like that! Oh, you're fantasizing about being fucked from behind by a black man holding your big ass, huh?" "You're the one being fucked from behind by a black man. He's tying his shoelaces, okay? With such a foul mouth, you should really get those three graduate students to give you oral sex, hahaha." "Okay, if you're so capable, call them all over. If you dare stick your big ass up and let them fuck you, I'll suck their dicks for you. Who's afraid of who? You don't want all three dicks, do you? Hahaha..." At this moment, footsteps came from the doorway, and the two girls' jokes came to an end. Although I had just graduated from junior high school, I had secretly watched quite a few porn movies. The conversation between these two girls still made my heart race and I felt a hardness down there. I have to admire the boldness of women nowadays. I guess they were both mature women. I've always had a soft spot for mature women. In their thirties and forties, they're already well-versed in the ways of sex, and in their prime, they possess a unique charm. Moreover, even the most dignified mature women are just as lustful in private; it's just that men express it, while women, bound by traditional morality, hide their desires. But if you compare them, their desires might not be any smaller than men's. The two mature women chatting and joking in private are a good example. Their words were just as explicit as men's.

After spending a morning at the research institute, the novelty wore off, and I couldn't stay still. My dad, knowing my restless nature, told me to take a taxi home after lunch. Before I left, he mentioned that David and the other two, those three black graduate students, would be coming to visit in a few days. I didn't think much of it at the time, but what happened later was something I never expected.

When I got home, my mother was mopping the floor. My mother's name is Chen Siying, and she's a high school teacher. Next semester, I'll be attending my mother's high school. Speaking of my mother, she is absolutely a beauty. In her youth, she was considered one of the most beautiful women in our county. She just turned thirty-six, and time hasn't left many marks on her. Instead, it has added a touch of mature charm, a quality only women her age possess, like the alluring aroma of a ripe banana—a slightly damp, unsettling scent.

Since we were at home, my mother was dressed casually in a semi-tight t-shirt and athletic capri pants. The all-white outfit accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her even more alluring. My mother's figure is enviable; full but without an ounce of excess fat, with curves in all the right places and slender curves in all the right places. Her perfect proportions made her, who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, appear very tall and slender.

"Xiaofan's back! Was Daddy's place fun?" Mom asked, looking up as she wiped the floor. Her breasts, nearly an E-cup, bounced rhythmically, the pink bra and the tight-fitting t-shirt seeming a bit strained against her ample bosom.

"It was alright, but it gets boring after a while. It's just a bunch of weird gadgets and people buried in their work," I replied, sitting on the sofa to watch TV, my eyes wandering along Mom's neckline. The tight fabric against her full breasts created an amazing cleavage. So deep and tempting! Wait, what's that? I don't know if it's the bra too small, her breasts too big, or just my imagination, but I vaguely saw Mom's pink areolas at the edge of her bra. This made my heart race.

"You can't sit still anywhere. Once the novelty wears off, nothing's interesting anymore. You're going to high school soon, the homework will be much harder than junior high, you need to focus..." Mom turned back to wiping the floor.

I always dealt with my mother's nagging by temporarily pausing my auditory system. But my eyes weren't idle; after glancing at her chest, they swept over her large buttocks.

My mother had a very slim waist, which made her already large buttocks appear even more "magnificent." Using "magnificent" to describe her buttocks might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it wasn't far off. My mother often joked with her close friends that her buttocks were so big that it was hard to buy pants. Pants with large hips had large waists and legs, but my mother had a small waist and slender legs; pants with a proper waist and legs were usually too small for her hips. Perhaps my mother didn't realize that this "magnificent" buttocks didn't detract from her beauty at all; on the contrary, it was a source of pride. Amidst the jokes, her close friends were all quite envious of my mother's large buttocks. And the men were even more drooling over my mother's plump buttocks.

As she bent over to wipe the floor, my mother's buttocks swayed naturally, tracing a long and graceful arc. My mother's buttocks were not only large but also very perky, with a deep cleft extending from her back to that alluring bulge. Even under two layers of fabric, my mother's private parts looked quite large. Since it wasn't a thong, the outline of her underwear was also provocatively visible. This sight was truly arousing; I felt a surge of blood rushing to my groin. But I managed to calm myself down, because she was, after all, my mother, and basic ethics had to be upheld.

I heard from my grandmother that my mother used to have a nickname, Jinlian, because her feet were very small, less than size 34. But later, because the name always reminded people of the infamous courtesan Pan Jinlian, it was no longer used. My mother's feet were truly exquisite, with bright red nail polish making them exceptionally lovely. It gave me the urge to hold them in my hands and gently knead them. But I dared not use too much force, because if I did, my mother's little feet would drip with moisture.

Around six o'clock in the evening, my father came home. After dinner, my father went to his study to read, my mother sat in the living room watching that boring, idiotic Korean drama, and I went back to my room to browse the internet. I was quite tired from the commute to and from the research institute today, so I went to bed early. I had no idea when my parents turned off the lights.

I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and noticed a dim light still on in their room. "They're still awake? What time is it?" I wondered to myself. After a few steps, I suddenly heard an unusual panting sound. I quickly recognized it as my mother's soft moans. Were my parents making love? I snapped awake. After a moment's hesitation, a wicked thought led me to press my ear against the bedroom door.

"Hey, why did Mom stop making a sound as soon as I put my ear to her? Did she find out?" I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Honey, how come you're...so...already...already better? Are you feeling too weak lately?

Should we see a doctor?" My mother's concerned yet slightly resentful voice came from the bedroom.

"Oh...I see." I breathed a long sigh of relief. Thank goodness they hadn't found out. But then a vague unease crept into my heart. I didn't know why this inexplicable unease was there. Was it worry about my father's health? Or am I worried about my parents' marital relationship? I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Maybe I'm just a little tired lately, sigh, it's okay, go to sleep early," came my father's pale voice from inside.

(II)

The next morning, I woke up to find the alarm clock on my bedside table already ticking down to 10:15. Dad must have gone to work early. Since it was summer vacation, Mom didn't wake me up either. I grabbed a shirt and threw it on, and as I was about to open the door, I heard Mom talking to a woman from the living room. I quickly recognized the woman as my middle school homeroom teacher, Ms. Li, who was also Mom's college classmate. They were close friends, practically best buddies. Perhaps it was just childish rebellion, but I really disliked my former homeroom teacher. I remember in my second year of middle school, I and a few close classmates stood up to her, which made her so angry that she complained to my mom, resulting in me getting a long scolding. Looking back now, I realize I was just a childish kid.

Ms. Li was about the same age as Mom. While not as pretty as Mom, she was still quite attractive, especially her figure—curvy and shapely. Her breasts were arguably no smaller than Mom's, making her quite a stunner among mature women. I remember we even secretly nicknamed her "Big-Breasted Slut."

Although the unpleasant things were over, and all of it was caused by my own mischievousness and rebelliousness, I still really disliked Ms. Li. So I decided to wait until she left before coming out to avoid an awkward greeting. I found a chair by the door, sat down, and randomly pulled a magazine from the shelf to flip through.

Some say women are the most talkative creatures, and that's absolutely true. In the living room, Mom and Ms. Li chatted about TV dramas, movies, celebrity gossip, and then their college classmates.

Ugh, when will this ever end?

Frustrated, I threw the magazine onto the bed and peeked through the crack in the door. Because I'd rushed out in the night, the door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a small gap. I saw Mom and Ms. Li holding hands and chatting animatedly on the sofa! It looked like they wouldn't stop until noon; Mom might even invite them to stay for lunch. Ugh, how annoying!

"Yingying, a new hosiery store opened in Times Square. I went in and browsed around today and found it quite nice. Look, I even bought two pairs. Pick one for me." Ms. Li said, taking two newly packaged pairs of stockings from her bag, one white and one black.

"Are they pantyhose? The fabric looks nice; it feels really good." Mom took the white pair and started fiddling with them. "But white...we're probably too young to wear out. People will laugh at us for pretending to be innocent!" "What do you mean 'pretending to be innocent'? That's called sexy! Besides, what's wrong with pretending to be innocent? Everyone wants to look young. Yingying, your skin is so radiant; these white ones would definitely suit you." Ms. Li paused, then continued, "You usually wear dark colors. If you wore these white pantyhose, you'd get a 100% head-turning rate on the street! All those young men would be smitten, and all the young women would be so jealous! Haha!" "Nonsense, you're so sweet-talking." Mom smiled, her face slightly flushed. Ms. Li's words clearly pleased her.

"But never mind, I have plenty of stockings and pantyhose anyway, you can't wear them all anyway, you should keep them for yourself." Mom handed the pantyhose back to Teacher Li.

"Hey, these pantyhose are different from yours, I bet you've never worn pantyhose like this before," Teacher Li said mysteriously.

"Hey, pantyhose are just pantyhose, what's so different about them? Why are you making such a fuss?" Mom looked dismissive.

"Yingying, don't you believe me? Why don't you try them on yourself?" Teacher Li said confidently.

"Try them, fine, it's just pantyhose, what's so special about it?" Mom was clearly intrigued, and swayed her hips as she walked into the bathroom with the white pantyhose.

Less than a minute later, a shy voice suddenly came from the bathroom, "Oh dear! You silly Wenwen (Teacher Li's real name is Li Wenwen), what kind of stockings did you buy? You even bought these kinds of stockings... I don't want to wear them anymore..." "Why can't I buy these kinds of stockings? I told you, these pantyhose are different from yours! It's okay! Just wear them out and let me see, there's no one else here!" Teacher Li seemed very smug, as if she had expected this.

The mother didn't say anything. After a while, the mother came out of the bathroom wearing the white pantyhose. Today, the mother was wearing a sleeveless, fitted floral shirt and a black knee-length skirt. Her large, plump buttocks stretched the narrow skirt tightly, almost as if it would burst out. The outline of her entire pert buttocks was clearly visible, even the cleft of her buttocks was so obvious. And the sexy white pantyhose made her long, beautiful legs look even more alluring.

"Beautiful lady, do the new pantyhose fit you well? Hehe," Teacher Li teased, seeing Mom's flushed face and shy expression.

"You brat Wenwen, are you deliberately trying to make me laugh? I think you planned this all along. Ugh, how could you even buy these pantyhose? I'm so embarrassed..." Mom said irritably, her hand stroking her large buttocks as she carefully admired her beautiful legs encased in the stockings. It was clear that Mom was actually quite satisfied with the pantyhose.

But I, peeking through the crack in the door, was a little confused. It's just pantyhose, why make such a fuss?

"What did I tell you? This white one is perfect for you. Yingying, your butt is still so big and perky! Back in college, in the public bathroom, when you wiggled your snow-white butt, I don't know how many girls envied you!" Teacher Li also looked at Mom's lower body with satisfaction.

"It would look even better if the skirt were a little shorter," Ms. Li muttered to herself, reaching out to lift her mother's short skirt.

The two were close friends, and her mother didn't seem to notice, continuing to admire her new stockings.

However, because her mother's buttocks were so large, the skirt stretched taut, and Ms. Li couldn't get it up after trying for a while. She playfully grabbed her mother's plump buttocks, exclaiming, "You big-butt woman!" and then grabbed the hem of the skirt with both hands and pulled it up forcefully. Perhaps she used too much force, and the entire skirt was lifted up to her waist. Now, her mother's large buttocks were completely exposed.

This exposure was alarming; upon closer inspection, I almost had a nosebleed. It turned out to be a pair of open-crotch pantyhose with a large oval hole in the crotch, exposing most of her buttocks, including her genitals and anus. Because of her large buttocks, the tight stockings stretched the hole even further, almost completely exposing her genitals. Her large, white buttocks were exposed to the air, the deep cleft of her buttocks barely revealing her beautiful anus. The cleft extended all the way to her alluring private parts. My mother was facing away from my bedroom, but even from behind, her thick labia were so clearly visible, a mysterious slit between the two labia. The full mounds drew a charming arc at the base of her thighs, and a few stiff hairs could be vaguely seen.

"Ah! Wenwen, do you want to die?" My mother screamed and quickly pulled down her skirt to cover her large buttocks.

"What's the big deal? It's just the two of us sisters, there are no outsiders. Yingying, you're so well-maintained, I'm so envious. You're over thirty, but your labia are still pink and tender, like a young girl..." Teacher Li looked at her with envy.

"Keep your voice down, Fanfan is still sleeping!" My mother said, feigning anger, sitting back on the sofa and glancing in my direction.

"Wenwen, have you ever worn these open-crotch pantyhose? You're getting more and more outgoing these days! Haha," Mom teased Teacher Li.

"Of course I have! I even wore them to school! But Yingying, I think you're quite savvy with fashion sense. You knew from the first time you wore them: you don't wear underwear with open-crotch pantyhose." Teacher Li continued to joke.

"How could I be as savvy as you! I'm not as promiscuous as you. Why would I wear underwear with open-crotch pantyhose? It looks awkward and unsightly." Mom was actually quite outgoing herself, to be honest. "Wenwen, you really wore open-crotch pantyhose to school? What if you accidentally exposed yourself? Wouldn't everyone see?" Mom asked curiously and excitedly.

"So what if they see? It's not like you're a virgin. It's not like you'll lose a piece of your flesh if someone sees you." Teacher Li was indeed a bold woman.

"Have you ever been seen by those boys?" Mom asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, I remember last Wednesday, a few boys came to ask me questions during break. I accidentally dropped my book on the ground, and when I bent down to pick it up, I realized I was wearing a miniskirt and open-crotch pantyhose. Those boys blushed, hehe, it was quite interesting." Teacher Li said with a laugh.

"Accidentally? I think you did it on purpose. These days, boys are so precocious, they know everything.

Be careful they don't eat you up. Hehe." Mom teased.

"Eat me? I'd rather eat them up! But looking at these young people, I think of my own youth, full of energy... Ah, youth is so good." Teacher Li sighed.

"I think you have excess energy now, how come your husband isn't up to it either? You wouldn't be thinking of taking advantage of your students, would you?" Mom continued to laugh. "So Mom actually makes these kinds of dirty jokes in private. I never would have guessed," I thought to myself.

"You silly Yingying, stop teasing me. My husband… sigh… what middle-aged man doesn't do that? What

do you think?" Teacher Li's tone was a little resentful.

"Sigh, my husband, Lao Yang, is the same. Every time I just get a little aroused, he's finished. It's so frustrating, I really wish…" Mom stopped mid-sentence.

"Wish what? You wish you could cheat on him, huh… haha, you little slut." Teacher Li seized the opportunity to mock Mom. She immediately continued, "Yingying, I have an idea for you. Just wear these open-crotch pantyhose, stand in front of your husband, and stick your big butt out. I guarantee your husband will be virile again." "Will that work? Besides, that's so embarrassing!" Mom seemed to think Teacher Li's suggestion was good.

"Why not? What's there to be embarrassed about between husband and wife? You're not a newlywed. You've been married for over ten years." Teacher Li continued to encourage.

"Then why don't you try it yourself and teach your husband a lesson first?" Although Mom was still being persistent, I could tell that she had actually accepted Teacher Li's suggestion.

...After chatting for a while, Teacher Li finally got up to leave. Before leaving, she sighed meaningfully, "It's good to be young!" Mom echoed her sentiment. What a pair of unsatisfied middle-aged women.

After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to play on the computer when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, it was Dad, and behind him stood those three black graduate students. They said they were coming yesterday, and they're here today. They're really quick, I thought to myself. But I was still very happy to have foreign guests.

(III)

"Xiao Fan, I didn't expect to see you again so soon, hehe." As soon as I entered, David greeted me in his fairly fluent Chinese.

"There's an old Chinese saying: 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' Welcome, welcome! I'm really happy you've come to visit." I'm almost a high school student, so I know these basic greetings.

"Xiao Fan, this PSP is for you, consider it a gift from the three of us." Lucas smiled and handed me a brand-new PSP game console.

"Ah! A PSP! I've wanted a PSP for so long! Yay! This is great, thank you, thank you, haha!" I was overjoyed, jumping for joy with the new console. David and the other two are so kind; I really hope they come every day, hehe. This PSP instantly increased my positive impression of them.

I quickly found three pairs of slippers for them to change into and invited them into the living room.

My mother, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, came out when she heard the commotion, still wearing the white open-crotch pantyhose that Teacher Li had given her that morning. Seeing three purebred Black men sitting on the sofa, he was taken aback, but quickly and politely welcomed David and Lucas.

"Mr. Yang, this lady must be your wife. Your wife is so beautiful!" Sun, who hadn't spoken until now, was immediately captivated by his mother's beauty and couldn't help but exclaim.

Foreigners are always warm and generous, never stingy with praise for beautiful things. David and Lucas also stared intently at their mother, almost simultaneously saying, "What a beautiful lady!" The father, standing beside them, politely replied, "Not at all, not at all." He was quite used to this kind of direct enthusiasm from foreigners.

Mom seemed a little embarrassed, her face slightly flushed: "You're joking, you're joking. I'm over thirty, what's so pretty about me?" "Over thirty! Really? If you hadn't said it yourself, I really wouldn't have believed it. Actually, my first thought when I saw you was that you're Xiaofan's older sister!" You, David, you've only been in China a few days, but you've already picked up quite a few smooth talkers.

"Honey, your student is so good at joking. He's practically making me feel like I'm on cloud nine." Mom giggled as she said to Dad, her large breasts shaking violently. Although it was a joke, it was clear that Mom was quite pleased with David's words.

David's words put Mom in a good mood and made the atmosphere in the living room very harmonious. "You two sit down first, I'll go pour you some tea." Mom turned around and swayed her large hips towards the kitchen. I felt that Mom's large hips were swaying even more vigorously than usual today.

When I saw my mother's large buttocks again, she was carrying a tray with five steaming cups of fragrant tea. She walked to the coffee table, bent over, and placed the cups one by one, tray in one hand and cups in the other.

To maintain her balance, she had to slightly stick out her large buttocks, making her already tight short skirt even tighter. I wonder if she noticed three pairs of burning eyes staring intently at her shapely backside.

After placing the tea, my mother sat down beside me and joined our conversation. I volunteered to introduce her to the three graduate students.

It was also the first time my mother had seen such tall, strong, purebred Black men. Her eyes scanned the three men with curiosity and a hint of excitement. My father, sitting among them, looked so short and thin, like a child among adults.

While they were talking, my eyes weren't idle either, frequently stealing glances at my mother's large breasts and her beautiful legs in white stockings. I wonder what they would think if they knew that Mom was wearing open-crotch pantyhose today.

"Hey, Xiao Fan, why did you put my slippers on Sun? How can he fit into them!" During our conversation, Mom, with her sharp eyes, suddenly noticed that Sun's slippers were hers.

"Oh! I didn't notice and just randomly picked three pairs. Sun, I'm so sorry." How could slippers with Mom's small feet (size 34) fit Sun's large feet (size 40)? I felt embarrassed by my carelessness.

"Madam's feet are so small! I can't even fit half of your slippers in!" Sun looked at Mom's tiny feet, then at his own large feet, and couldn't help but laugh.

"I think Madam's feet are at most size 34, and yours are so big, it's a miracle if you can even fit half of them in. Don't ruin Madam's slippers!" Lucas joked from the side.

We laughed along. But Mom's smile was a little stiff, and her face was slightly flushed. She looked thoughtful, but what she was thinking, only she knew.

After chatting for a while, Dad suddenly realized that an important document was still in the car. He was about to call me down, but seeing that I was chatting enthusiastically with David and the others, he went downstairs to get it himself.

During our conversation, I mentioned that my father had many beautiful pebbles in his study, which he had collected. All three of us were curious and asked to see the study.

The study was on the second floor. As we walked up the stairs, my mother, as the hostess, led the way, followed closely by the three Black graduate students.

Don't forget, my mother was wearing a knee-length skirt today, with open-crotch pantyhose underneath. If she accidentally exposed herself, David and the other two would see everything. My mother was really careless. I couldn't help but feel a little worried for her.

Perhaps because she was going upstairs, her large buttocks swayed quite a bit, and the rustling sound of the pantyhose rubbing against the skirt was particularly clear in the narrow stairwell. Her two snow-white thighs were even more alluring, as if an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the surroundings. An

unsuspecting person might think that my mother was deliberately seducing the three tall, strong Black men behind her! I have no idea what David and the others were thinking, but judging from their fixed gazes on my mother's big buttocks, I think they were probably the "unaware" ones.

Perhaps they were too focused on my mother's sexy big buttocks, because Sun, who was walking behind me, suddenly tripped and stumbled, leaning against my back. Caught off guard by this sudden lean, I lost my balance and bumped my head against David.

In the narrow stairwell, this series of actions was like a domino effect, with my mother, who was walking in front, becoming the "ultimate victim." With a scream, her petite body fell onto the stairs. Fortunately, my mother reacted quickly enough, bracing herself with her arms on the steps, preventing injury.

Although the fall was a close call, it certainly exposed my mother's cleavage. Due to the sudden bend, her black skirt had been pulled up to her waist, finally freeing her round, big buttocks. My mother's alluring lower body, clad in white open-crotch pantyhose, was now fully exposed to David and the other two.

A captivating little chrysanthemum peeked out from the deep cleft of her buttocks, nervously contracting. This must have been the first time she'd been watched by so many men! Her two beautiful legs, spread apart, one in front of the other, displayed her moist genitals without reservation to the three black men: her thick, pink labia majora, her small, sensitive clitoris, even the bright red folds inside her vagina were clearly visible.

And her dense pubic hair, like a forest, seemed to announce to all the predators: before them lay a thirsty female body desperately needing comfort. This blood-pumping scene, like a lewd, decadent erotic painting, made the hearts of all the viewers race and their desires burn.

This sudden movement was destined to be the most embarrassing and shameful moment of her life, and the white open-crotch pantyhose she had originally intended for her father betrayed all the secrets of her lower body.

With her legs spread wide, her full buttocks exaggeratedly arched upwards, and her genitals raised high, Mom resembled a lioness on the African savanna during mating season, seducing the male lion in the most primal way, eagerly craving his favor.

And right behind her stood three tall, strong, purebred black men, no less impressive than African lions.

The scene was even more intense than any European or American pornographic film.

Just as David and I were lost in our lewd fantasies, Mom snapped out of her shock, her face flushed, barely able to speak, and frantically pulled down her skirt.

"The...the...the study...we're here. I...I...I'll get you...get some fruit," Mom stammered, making up an excuse as she dashed towards her room. Oh! All I could say was, "Mom's so embarrassed today!" David and the others also looked awkward, standing helplessly on the stairs. It was probably their first time experiencing such a blood-pumping scene. I led them into the study and sat them down. A little while later, Dad returned with the documents.

His room was filled with his collection of various pebbles, collected over many years; they were quite beautiful. But David and the others seemed distracted, their eyes glazed over, their minds no longer on the stones. Only the oblivious Dad continued to introduce his treasures.

After a while, Mom also entered the study with a plate of fruit, her cheeks still flushed, but her short skirt and open-crotch stockings had been replaced by dark casual trousers, completely covering her lower body.

"Come, come, have some fruit. We've been so busy chatting, have some oranges to quench your thirst..." Mom urged us to eat, pretending nothing had happened.

"Thank you, ma'am, these oranges are so sweet and juicy..." Sun chimed in, trying to make the atmosphere more natural.

We continued chatting, all putting on a normal act. But everyone knew that the erotic scene from earlier—Mom's beautiful buttocks, her alluring genitals, her thick pubic hair...—couldn't be easily forgotten.

Aside from my oblivious father, who remained completely oblivious,

Lucas said he needed to use the bathroom. We have two bathrooms in our house, a master bathroom and a guest bathroom, but the guest bathroom is downstairs. Too lazy to climb the stairs, I led him directly to the master bathroom next to my parents' bedroom.

Perhaps he'd been holding it in for a while, because Lucas didn't even close the bathroom door before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his large, dark penis.

I curiously stole a glance: Black men's penises truly lived up to their reputation—shiny black, and even when soft, it was over ten centimeters long, with a glans the size of a baby's fist, a deep groove, and prominent veins; it looked rather frightening. I wondered what a magnificent sight it would be when erect.

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, the three Black graduate students got up to leave. My mother had wanted to invite them for a simple meal, but upon hearing they had to rush back to the research institute for an experiment, she didn't insist.

As soon as I saw David and the others off, I couldn't wait to take out the PSP they gave me and start playing. Such a wonderful gift on our first visit! Hehe, I was

secretly thrilled. "Xiao Fan, how could you be so careless!" Just as I was having fun, my mother suddenly appeared in front of me, looking a little angry.

"Huh? How was I careless?" I was completely bewildered.

"You're the one who spilled pee on the toilet seat! Didn't I tell you to be careful when you go to the toilet? How old are you? You're still acting like a little kid," my mother said helplessly.

"Oh, I'm innocent! I didn't go to the toilet this afternoon! How could it be me? Oh, it must be Lucas, he was the only one who went to the toilet this afternoon," I said, looking completely wronged.

"Oh! It was him? He went into my bathroom this afternoon?" My mother's expression seemed a little strange.

"It's just him, who else could it be?" "That Lucas is really something, a young man in his twenties, and he's still so careless when he peees... I wasn't paying attention just now and I sat on his... his... his pee, and my bottom got all wet with his... pee, it's so... disgusting." Mom said coquettishly.

Besides a hint of reproach in her eyes, there was also a hint of excitement.

Just after dinner, the research institute called, saying there was a problem with the experiment and that Dad needed to come over immediately.

Dad greeted Mom and went to the study to get his briefcase. Just as he was about to open the door after putting on his shoes, Mom, who was washing dishes, suddenly ran out and said to Dad, "Honey, our school's summer English tutoring program is about to start, but the foreign teachers who teach oral English have all gone home. I'm thinking of asking David and the others to come and help, is that okay?" "Sure, I'll go ask them for you," Dad agreed and left.

"Ah! That's wonderful..." Mom exclaimed excitedly to herself, standing at the door, unaware that Dad had already opened the door and left.

(To be continued) Updates are a bit slow, please forgive me. There are about three to four more chapters, around 15,000 words, to follow. I will try to finish them within a week.

After reading the previous replies, I must mention shenhai37 on the 7th floor. Reading your eloquent reply of several hundred words, I was flattered and truly humbled. Later, after checking your profile, I discovered you're a reply maniac; you can easily produce several hundred words in a single reply, with insightful comments and penetrating analysis. I truly admire you; it seems this year's reply award is yours for sure. Haha, I'm just saying this to thank shenhai37 and all the friends who enthusiastically replied and supported this article.

Finally, a word that might get me criticized: I actually prefer to hear criticism; good opinions and suggestions will make the following text even more engaging.

Happy New Year in advance!

(IV)

Dad returned from the research institute the next morning. He told me that David and the others readily accepted Mom's invitation. This delighted Mom.

Soon, it was time for Mom's summer English tutoring class to begin. Seeing me idle at home all day, my mother insisted I attend tutoring classes. I couldn't argue with her, and besides, it was really boring at home; tutoring classes would at least be more lively, so I went.

Early in the morning, I got into my mother's red Volkswagen Polo and headed to school.

Today, my mother wore a black spaghetti-strap dress, the thin straps hanging on her fair shoulders, revealing her delicate arms; her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with an elegant diamond necklace; the well-fitting fabric perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure—full breasts, a slender waist, and a shapely bottom, a near-perfect S-curve; her bound feet, painted with pink nail polish, paired with eye-catching crystal high-heeled sandals… She exuded a noble yet alluring charm, dignified yet sexy, sophisticated yet shy—the unique allure of a mature woman, captivating all who saw her.

As soon as we entered the school gate, we saw three tall, strong young black men. They had arrived even earlier than us.

"You've arrived so early!" Mom greeted them warmly.

"We just arrived too! It's so nice to see you again, Madam." The three Black men were also excited to see the charming Mom again.

"Hehe, all the previous English tutors went home for the holidays, so your presence was a huge help. I don't know how to thank you enough!" Mom said with a smile.

"It's our honor to serve you, Madam," Lucas said politely, but his eyes kept wandering over Mom's body.

"You're so sweet-talking, you've charmed so many girls! Hehe," Mom said seductively, looking at the smooth-talking Lucas. "

Madam is noble, dignified, and sexy. She's the most beautiful Eastern woman I've ever seen, and I'm not exaggerating," Lucas said seriously.

"Hehe! Never mind, never mind, I can't be bothered with you! You smooth talker..." Mom playfully slapped Lucas's strong arm, her expression suggestive. There are no men in this world who aren't attracted to beauty, and similarly, no woman who dislikes being praised.

Soon it was time for class. Mom mainly focused on grammar, while the three of them (David, Sun, and Sun) primarily communicated with the students in English to improve their spoken English. The students, probably seeing real Black people for the first time, seemed very excited and eager to participate. The morning flew by, and the first summer English tutoring class ended near noon.

At noon, to express her gratitude, Mom treated David and Sun to lunch at a restaurant near the school.

We ate and chatted, the atmosphere very pleasant. Suddenly, Sun said he wanted to tell us a joke.

"Okay, tell us and see if you can make us laugh," Mom said enthusiastically.

Sun paused briefly before launching into a vivid story: "Three men died and went to Heaven. The angels asked them how they died." The first man sadly replied, "My wife was having an affair. I went home to catch her in the act, but when I opened the door, the adulterer was gone. I suspected he had jumped out the window to escape, so I looked down and saw a disheveled man looking hurried. In a fit of rage, I picked up the refrigerator and smashed him to death, but I was also sentenced to death." "And how did you die?" the angel asked the second man. The second man said dejectedly, "

I died unjustly. One day, I went to a woman's house for a date. Suddenly, I heard the door open outside, and the woman hid me in the refrigerator. After a while, I suddenly felt unsteady, and then, with a bang, everything went black, and I ended up here." "And what happened to you?" the angel asked the third man. The third man cried, "Angel, I died the most unjustly! I overslept that morning, rushing to catch the bus without even putting on my tie. But before I even reached the station, I was crushed to death by a refrigerator. 555... Why am I so unlucky?" Hahaha... Everyone present burst into laughter at Sun's joke. The mother laughed even harder, her large breasts shaking violently as if they were about to jump out of her sundress.

"Hehe, Sun, your joke is so funny, my stomach hurts from laughing.

" "I think Lucas is the man hiding in the refrigerator, hahaha," the mother said ambiguously, pointing at Lucas.

"I'm a decent man, okay! If I were to hide, it would be in the lady's refrigerator," Lucas said meaningfully, watching the mother's reaction.

"Then let your teacher Yang throw you down with the refrigerator, hehe," the mother said ambiguously, seemingly unbothered by Lucas's provocative words.

During the meal, Mom went to the restroom, but trouble struck on her way back.

The restaurant was bustling at lunchtime, the lobby crowded. Mom, swaying her large buttocks, struggled to navigate the narrow aisles, attracting countless lecherous glances. Inadvertently, her plump, round buttocks brushed against a diner's arm. This diner, unfortunately, wasn't a good guy either; he was a local thug who had drunk a little at lunch. Emboldened

by alcohol, seeing a mature, beautiful woman rubbing her large buttocks against his arm, he was overcome with lust and grabbed Mom's buttocks.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Startled by the sudden grab, Mom's face paled.

"What am I doing? Using your ass to bump into me in broad daylight! I should be asking you what you're doing! Haha!" The thug revealed his usual shamelessness, his eyes still fixed on Mom's large breasts.

Mom, her face flushed with shame and anger, cried out, "You...you pervert!" "So what if I'm a pervert? I am a pervert." The thug's expression turned menacing, and the other two thugs at the table also stood up, the three of them extremely arrogant.

"What...what do you want?" Mom was clearly frightened.

"What do we want? What do you think we want?" Seeing Mom's terrified expression, the thug smugly moved closer to her, his chest barely centimeters from her full breasts. His right hand lewdly touched Mom's delicate face.

At this moment, we, who were eating some distance away, also noticed Mom was in trouble. "What happened?" Lucas led the way, rushing over, followed closely by me, David, and Sun.

Lucas strode forward, shielding his mother behind him. He grabbed the thug's restless right hand and glared at him, demanding, "What do you want?" His mother, like a frightened rabbit, nestled against Lucas's broad shoulders, her chest pressed tightly against the young Black man's back. At that moment, Lucas seemed like his mother's guardian angel, her only support.

The thug was startled by the sudden appearance of the tall Black man, and a sharp pain shot through his wrist as the man's large hand gripped it, causing his body to go limp.

"What...what she does is none of your business! Who is she to you? Mind your own business!" the thug retorted stubbornly.

"I'm her boyfriend, I'm going to mind my own business, what's your problem with that?" Lucas actually said that his mother was his girlfriend, but she's your teacher's wife.

His mother didn't react awkwardly at all; instead, she pressed Lucas even closer, her large breasts pressed tightly against his broad back, one delicate hand gently resting on his waist, her face slightly flushed, like a wife seeking protection from her husband.

The thugs nearby had never seen such strong and burly purebred Black men before, and there were three of them at once. Sensing the situation was getting out of hand, they had to try and smooth things over with a smile, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we were just joking around with your girlfriend!" Another thug also said with a forced smile, "Yeah, it's definitely a misunderstanding. Brother, you've got guts to find such a beautiful girlfriend, I admire you, I admire you." "Enough nonsense, I'm warning you, if you do anything inappropriate to my girlfriend again, don't blame me for being ruthless," Lucas said sternly, releasing the thug's hand.

The mother, hiding behind Lucas, seemed to enjoy being called "girlfriend," showing a faint shyness and joy.

Seeing that the thugs were silent, Lucas turned around, put his arm around the mother's slender waist, and walked towards our table. The mother did not resist at all, nestled against Lucas's broad chest, looking at him with a peaceful expression, like a loving couple. The other diners cast envious glances.

Lucas reluctantly removed his large hand from his mother's slender waist after they sat down again.

"Madam, are you alright?" Lucas asked with concern.

"I'm fine, thank goodness you were here. I was really scared..." his mother said, still shaken. "

Hmph! How dare they bully a beautiful lady like you! Those thugs, I could take care of all five of them by myself..." Lucas said indignantly. "Really

? Lucas, you're amazing! I feel so safe with you." His mother looked at the burly young black man with admiration. "

It feels a bit awkward to always call you 'Madam,' how about 'Sister Ying'?" Sun, standing nearby, seized the opportunity to build rapport with his mother.

"Okay, just call me Sister Ying, it sounds more friendly, haha, I've gained three wonderful younger brothers all at once, that's great!" his mother said happily.

His mother's relationship with the three black men grew increasingly close.

On the way home, Mom kept praising Lucas and the other two, "Thanks to them all this time, especially Lucas, I really don't know what I would have done without him!" "Mom, don't worry, when I grow up and am as strong as Lucas, I will protect you too," I said.

"Haha, really? Xiaofan is so good and filial, Mom is so happy!" Mom's face showed a happy smile.

But I know that in Mom's heart I will always be a child who never grows up. A mother will only do her best to protect her child, and will not expect her child to protect her.

Perhaps only a strong Lucas is Mom's guardian angel, and can give a helpless mother comfort.

(V)

The tutoring class has been open for almost half a month. Lucas and the other two call her "Sister Ying" affectionately. Mom also talks to the three black men about everything and her feelings for them are growing stronger.

One day I was watching TV in the living room. Mom was having a long phone conversation with a colleague.

"Xiaojie, what kind of clothes do you think foreigners like Chinese women to wear the most?" Mom said into the phone.

"Qipao! Oh..." "Hmm! Qipao really does bring out the unique charm of Eastern women... Hmm, right..." "It's nothing, don't overthink it, I was just asking casually!" "Nothing. Hehe, nonsense... I can't be bothered with you." "Okay, okay, that's all, let's talk another day." Mom hung up the phone.

"Why is Mom talking about clothes with her friend? And asking what kind of clothes foreign men like Chinese women to wear the most... How strange." I muttered to myself.

A few days later, it was time for my English tutoring class again. I woke up early in the morning to find Mom wearing a white embroidered qipao, sitting in front of the dressing table carefully drawing her eyebrows. This was the first time I had ever seen Mom wear a qipao.

Seeing me approach, Mom put down her eyebrow pencil, stood up, and looked at me, saying, "Xiaofan, what do you think of Mom's cheongsam? Does it look good? Hehe." The cheongsam was indeed beautiful; the short sleeves revealed her snow-white arms, and the smooth silk fabric perfectly accentuated her graceful, curvaceous figure.

The cheongsam was very form-fitting, her large breasts stretching the fabric tightly across her chest. Her proud, pert buttocks further lifted the back of the cheongsam high, making the already high slit even wider, almost revealing half of her buttocks. Luckily, Mom was wearing a t-back, otherwise, her underwear would have been visible. Mom

wasn't wearing stockings today, exposing her fair, tender flesh. The knee-length skirt couldn't hide her beautiful, slender legs, and her cute little feet, paired with playful sandals, revealed her pink-painted toes—truly enticing.

"Mom is such a beautiful woman from the East! This cheongsam perfectly accentuates your mature, dignified, and noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament)." I was stunned by Mom's beauty.

"Really!?" Mom looked in the mirror, very pleased.

"Absolutely! If you don't believe me, ask David and the others at school later. They'll be drooling! Haha..." "Drooling? Nonsense... those foreign men..." Mom hesitated, a shy expression on her face.

No wonder I was discussing clothing with my friends a few days ago; Mom was definitely wearing this cheongsam for David and the others. Such a bold and sexy cheongsam! I really don't know what Mom was thinking!

Sure enough, seeing Mom looking incredibly sexy in her cheongsam, Lucas and the others didn't hold back their praise.

"Sister Ying's figure is absolutely amazing! Wearing this cheongsam, she's the epitome of an Eastern beauty!" "Noble and dignified, sexy and fashionable, gentle and elegant... Sister Ying, you are my goddess..." My petite mother stood between three burly black men, receiving their enthusiastic praise, her face flushed, her figure swaying. Like a lioness in heat receiving courtship from three male lions, no one knew which male she would choose to mate with. Would it be Lucas? My mother liked him the most, or perhaps she wanted them all...? "Ah! What am I thinking! I've been watching too much animal documentary, haha." I muttered to myself.

Interrupting my random thoughts, the school bell rang.

The morning classes were finally over. Lucas and the others weren't professional teachers, and once the novelty wore off, they inevitably found it boring.

Then Sun suddenly suggested playing basketball.

"Play basketball?! Sure... It's still early, more than an hour before lunch!" I was the first to enthusiastically agree when I heard about playing basketball.

David and Lucas also agreed, borrowed a basketball, and headed to the playground. Mom followed.

Because we didn't have enough players, we could only play 2v2 half-court.

Sun and I were on one team, and Lucas and David were on the other. To be honest, while my basketball skills aren't the best in our school, they're still quite good; I've been on the school team before, after all.

As soon as I stepped onto the court, I was full of energy. I dribbled the ball to the basket, backing down Lucas who was guarding me. But I underestimated Lucas's strength. Not only did my push not move him, but his powerful abs bounced me back a bit. If

brute force doesn't work, I'll try finesse. I didn't care about anything else, I turned and took a step back, intending to do a fadeaway jumper, but all I could see in my vision was Lucas's dark, well-developed muscles; I couldn't see the basket. Lucas's nearly 190cm height, combined with the jumping ability typical of Black people, completely blocked my shooting angle. I took a haphazard shot, and the result was obviously an airball.

Lucas not only had outstanding physical attributes but also well-rounded skills. I simply couldn't guard him. Sun, who was with me, was also very good, but unfortunately, I was his major weakness, and he was helpless too. The score difference quickly widened.

It was the height of summer, and after playing for only a short while, we were drenched in sweat. Lucas, however, simply took off his shirt, going shirtless and revealing his strong muscles: a full pectoral muscle, six-pack abs, a defined back, a perfect triangle physique, and dark, shiny skin—a bodybuilder's physique, radiating masculine beauty. A kind of male dominance enveloped his entire being.

His mother, standing beside him, was captivated by Lucas's masculine charm. Her face flushed slightly, and her eyes kept taking in his perfect physique, her large, round buttocks swaying slightly. It was like a common scene on campus: girls watching their crushes play sports with adoration.

The difference was that the spectator wasn't an innocent young girl, but a mature and sexy woman, and the player wasn't a callow youth, but a burly, muscular black man. The former is a unique kind of campus romance, while the latter hints at a naked desire that makes one's heart flutter and blood boil.

I think Lucas on the court also noticed my mother's infatuated gaze and played even harder. Every beautiful move earned my mother's excited applause.

Lucas and David played with increasing vigor, while Sun and I were already completely defeated.

"Oh dear! I can't play anymore, I can't play anymore. You guys are all so strong and skilled, I can't take it... I need to rest for a while," I said, bending over and panting.

"Young man, you're already done for? Haha," David joked from the side.

"Xiao Fan's body hasn't fully grown yet, how can he beat you guys! Hehe," my mother said, speaking up for me.

"Sister Ying, why don't you play for Xiao Fan?" Sun suddenly suggested.

"Me? I don't know how to play ball at all!" My mother really didn't know how to play ball.

"It's okay, just playing around, consider it exercise." "Yeah, Ying-jie, come play! I'll teach you if you don't know how." Lucas and David chimed in.

"Mom, you play for me, the three of them can't play. Ask them to let you win, it's fine." I didn't want Lucas and the others to be disappointed because of my performance; at least Mom could make up the numbers.

"Hehe, okay. But don't laugh at me if I'm not good, Lucas, you have to let me win." Mom agreed, and seemed quite interested.

Mom wasn't very good at basketball; you could tell from her clumsy dribbling and slow footwork. Anyone could easily steal the ball from her, but of course Lucas wouldn't do something so unsportsmanlike. He maintained a serious defensive stance, sticking close to Mom.

Mom used her ample, upturned buttocks to push against Lucas's hips, trying to get a shot off.

Lucas stretched out his arms, using his burly body to block his mother's movement. The petite mother was trapped in Lucas's broad embrace, unable to move an inch.

She focused intently on bouncing the ball, her large breasts heaving violently with her movements. Sweat had already soaked through her white cheongsam, revealing glimpses of her black lace bra. The sweat-dampened fabric made her sensitive nipples "exposed"... two adorable protrusions jiggling violently with her breasts.

Despite the difficulty, she stubbornly tried to squeeze further in, her ample buttocks rubbing frequently against Lucas's hips. The already high slit of her cheongsam spread even wider, almost revealing half of her snow-white buttocks. Even her small, concealed thong was exposed to everyone's view.

The black thong clung tightly to Mom's full vulva. With the lateral movement of her feet and the twisting of her lower body, the fabric of the thong gradually became insufficient to cover Mom's overly large labia, revealing pink flesh peeking out from the edges. A few tufts of restless pubic hair also peeked out from under the underwear.

Mom, engrossed in her activities, was completely unaware of this.

But the three black men were already aroused by this breathtaking sight, their lustful eyes fixed on Mom's body like wild animals eyeing their prey, their expressions greedy.

Lucas, stimulated by Mom's large buttocks, gradually became aroused, and I could vaguely see the outline of his erect penis showing through his athletic shorts. Fortunately, it wasn't fully erect, otherwise, given Lucas's size, it would have already burst out of his shorts.

Mom's mature vulva and the black men's thick penises were separated only by a few thin layers of fabric. The alluring chrysanthemum had already caught the scent of masculinity, and the moist vulva had already felt the warmth of the male penis.

But what puzzled me was that Mom didn't show the slightest discomfort; her large buttocks continued to press against Lucas's hips, still intently bouncing the ball.

Didn't Mom feel a penis gradually growing larger and thicker pressing against her tender buttocks?

Didn't Mom feel the waves of heat emanating from her rear? Didn't Mom notice the three strong black men staring lustfully at her body? ...All sorts of questions arose in my mind... Time passed quickly, and it was noon; everyone was already drenched in sweat.

"Sister Ying, you said you couldn't play, but I see you're playing quite well," Lucas joked.

"Oh! You say that? How could I possibly play? You guys don't even go easy on me. Especially you, Lucas, you're as strong as an ox, how could I possibly beat you? You bullied me to death..." Mom said coquettishly.

"Sister Ying, your butt...it's really hurting me...hehe..." After their physical intimacy on the court, Lucas's words became bolder and more unrestrained.

"You little rascal, you've got...you've gotten the better of me and you're still acting innocent, you...you're really wicked," Mom didn't seem to care about Lucas's teasing words at all, instead flirting with him like lovers.

The relationship between Mom and Dad's three students was becoming increasingly intimate, especially with Lucas.

A faint worry rose in my heart.

A friend mentioned earlier that the psychological changes of the protagonist in a married woman novel are very important, suggesting the inclusion of a direct description of the mother's psychology. Regarding this suggestion, I think the commenter on the 32nd floor, 23306485, provided a very good answer for me, which I'll quote:

"Because the story is told from the son's perspective, the plot is constructed through eavesdropping, peeping, and observation, which is a major highlight of the article. Adding direct descriptions of the mother's inner thoughts would feel unnatural. Good language, actions, and expressions can also effectively reflect inner thoughts."

Actually, I've been striving in this direction from the very beginning, and this is the key to the success or failure of this type of article. As for whether I've achieved it, I'll leave that to the readers to judge.

A friend also mentioned my old series, "Mom's Vacation." Sigh! I've abandoned it for too long; I'm truly ashamed.

Taking advantage of the Spring Festival holiday, I'll finish the "Vacation" series after this post is published.

I still look forward to everyone's suggestions, thank you for your support.

(VI)

"It's been so long since I exercised, I worked up a sweat, it feels so good!" Mom said as she drove home.

"Life is about movement..." I replied casually, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's so good to be young, full of energy and vitality. Playing with Lucas and the others, I feel like I'm several years younger! Hehe..." Mom said excitedly.

"Yes, we should really get Dad to exercise more, his health has been getting worse and worse these past few years." I looked into Mom's eyes, hoping to find something.

"Getting your dad to exercise is harder than climbing to heaven, he'd rather stay in the office reading all day than run for five minutes, he's not that old, but he's like an old man, without any vitality... He doesn't listen to me... Don't even mention him. Sigh!" Mom's eyes were full of resentment.

Sitting in the passenger seat, smelling the mature fragrance emanating from Mom, I suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

"Xiaofan, it's your turn to shower," Mom said as she came out of the bathroom, facing the air conditioner.

"Okay." Looking at Mom's plump buttocks wrapped in a towel, I couldn't help but recall Mom's "intimate contact" with Lucas on the basketball court.

Entering the bathroom, Mom's clothes, which she had just changed out of, were placed in a corner. I casually picked up Mom's black thong. Sweat from her workout had made her underwear damp, and the scent of a mature woman mingled with a faint smell of sweat emanated from it. The sparse fabric, barely the size of my palm, couldn't cover Mom's full, round buttocks, let alone her private parts.

There was also a considerable amount of sticky white liquid in the crotch of the thong, clearly not sweat… Soon it was the end of August, and the summer English training classes were over.

To express her gratitude, Mom invited Lucas's three temporary foreign teachers to our house for a meal. With so many people, it was lively, and Mom's close friend, Teacher Li, was also invited over.

Ms. Li arrived first, wearing a white tank top and denim shorts that revealed her long, beautiful legs, her jet-black hair piled high. She was stylish and energetic, youthful yet possessing a mature charm.

"Yingying, haven't those three black foreign teachers arrived yet?" Ms. Li asked her mother as soon as she sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"They live at the research institute, which is far from here. It'll take them a while to get here," her mother said, handing Ms. Li a glass of water.

"Oh! How were the open-crotch pantyhose I gave you last time? Did the trick I taught you help your husband regain his virility? Hehe..." "You're one to talk! Those open-crotch pantyhose ruined me. The afternoon you came, three of Mr. Yang's students, those three black foreign teachers, came to visit. When I was taking them to the study, I tripped on the stairs and fell face-first onto the steps, and then...and then..." Her mother was still a little embarrassed when she recalled that embarrassing incident.

"Ah! Your big butt was seen by those three black men, and those were open-crotch pantyhose!" Ms. Li exclaimed in surprise.

"It wasn't just her butt, her...that...that place...was seen too. It's all your fault, you wretched Wenwen!" Mom poked Teacher Li's head with her finger, complaining.

"Haha, her husband didn't see it, but three strange black men got a taste. They saw her genitals in open-crotch stockings, even her private parts were clearly visible. Yingying, that must have felt incredibly exciting." Teacher Li joked, looking smug.

"You wretched Wenwen, still laughing? I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. Wearing those stockings, without underwear, Old Yang's students must have thought I was a slut. You ruined me!" "Haha, so what if you're a slut? A seductive slut like you is hard to find in this world! I'm curious why those three black men didn't pounce on you and eat you up, haha...are you impotent like your Old Yang?" Teacher Li joked without restraint.

"Erectile dysfunction?! Let me tell you, those three black men are burly and strong, like oxen. They'll eat you up first when they get here." Mom teased Teacher Li, not to be outdone.

"Fine, let them eat me then! Yingying, I heard black men have amazing sexual abilities, and their things are huge. If I can't handle it, you'll have to help me! Haha!" Teacher Li was as bold as ever.

"You born slut, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to wash the vegetables." Mom got up and went to the kitchen.

I, sitting in the distance pretending to play games, overheard the private conversation between the two mature women.

It was almost noon when Lucas and the others arrived, and I introduced them to Teacher Li. Teacher Li was also surprised by the dark skin and tall, powerful physique of the purebred black men, but she quickly showed enthusiasm and excitement.

Lunch was sumptuous, all of Mom's specialties, and Lucas and the others praised it highly.

After dinner, Mom and Teacher Li were cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, while the three Black men sat on the sofa in the living room chatting and drinking tea. I was playing games on my PSP in the side room.

"You know what? Ying-jie wasn't wearing a bra today. I could see her nipples when she bent over. I

never imagined Ying-jie's nipples would still be pink like a young girl's," David whispered to Lucas and Sun. Although his voice was low, I still heard him.

Mom was wearing a blue dress with a deep V-neck. The neckline was very low, revealing half of her full breasts and an alluring cleavage. A slight bend over would reveal her ample bosom. "Such a daring dress and she's not wearing a bra? I really don't know what Mom was thinking. It's too easy for those three perverts," I muttered to myself.

"Maybe it's because we haven't touched her enough. Seeing Teacher Yang buried in her studies all day, she must be very indifferent to sex.

It's such a pity for such a beautiful and alluring young woman! If I were Sister Ying's husband, I'd definitely feed her well every day, hehe," Sun said with a wicked grin.

"Haha, last time we played ball, Sister Ying's big ass rubbed my dick so hard it got hard. I really wanted to lift her skirt, grab her perky butt, and fuck her hard," Lucas said excitedly, recalling that game.

"Actually, I wanted to fuck Sister Ying the first time I saw her. That day she tripped on the stairs, her big ass sticking up high, and she was wearing open-crotch pantyhose underneath! Her pink and tender little hole was irresistible!" Sun said excitedly.

"Let me tell you, what I really want to fuck most is Sister Ying's little chrysanthemum. I reckon it's still an untouched virgin territory. My big cock is stuffed into Sister Ying's little asshole, tight and wet, it must feel so good!" David started fantasizing in front of everyone. "I wish

Sister Ying could give me oral sex sometime. Just looking at her sexy little mouth makes me want to shove my cock in, thrust hard, and then feed her my thick semen, hehe...it would feel so good." Lucas became more and more lewd as he spoke.

"I think it would be so exciting if the three of us brothers went together for a 4P battle! We would definitely fuck Sister Ying until she was dying, haha!" Sun continued to fan the flames.

"I think Sister Ying is a mature woman with a strong sex drive, and Teacher Yang can't satisfy her. A thirsty young woman is probably looking forward to being fucked all day long!" David said.

"He's definitely sexually frustrated. Look at her usual outfits, and the way she was acting all sexy while playing ball that day. I really want to teach him a lesson with my big cock, haha... Don't even mention it, just thinking about it makes me hard." Sun continued.

"Alright, alright, keep your voices down. It'll be embarrassing if Yingjie and the others hear. What's the use of just talking? Let's see who can sleep with Yingjie first..." Lucas's face was lecherous, but he seemed very confident.

"If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. I heard everything you three had said. You three black devils, actually plotting how to sleep with my mother, you're really audacious." Hearing Lucas's conversation, I was furious, and at the same time, I was worried about my mother.

I glanced into the kitchen unintentionally, and Teacher Li was secretly hiding by the kitchen door, looking very focused. Was she also eavesdropping on Lucas's conversation? Yes, Teacher Li must have heard Lucas's lewd words just now.

After a while, Lucas changed the subject, and Teacher Li went back to the kitchen. Would she tell my mother what she had heard? If my mother found out, how would she react? She must be very angry, maybe she… Filled with curiosity, I put down my PSP and quietly went to the kitchen doorway.

“Yingying, guess what Lucas and the others said?” Teacher Li was indeed going to tell Mom what she'd overheard, to let her know the ugly faces of Lucas and his two companions.

“What did they say?” Seeing Teacher Li's mysterious look, Mom was also a little curious.

“They said you have big breasts and a perky butt, and they were drooling over it. Haha…” Teacher Li grinned mischievously.

“I think you're being horny again!” Mom's face flushed. Actually, she didn't mind Lucas and the others talking about her like that; what woman doesn't want to be attractive?

“Yingying, I haven't finished yet! They said more than that, they also said…” Teacher Li deliberately hesitated.

“What else did they say?” Mom's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

“They… they also said they wanted to lift your skirt, grab your big butt, and… fuck… you properly! Haha…” Teacher Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Oh, you brat Wenwen, what nonsense are you spouting!" Mom was startled by Teacher Li's words.

"Nonsense!? Lucas and the others said it themselves, I heard it clearly!" Teacher Li said.

"Really?" Mom's face showed surprise, doubt, excitement... a complex expression, but she didn't seem angry at all. This was a bit unexpected.

"What else did they say?" Mom actually asked.

"They said they wanted to put their dicks in your asshole, and that you had to suck their dicks..." Teacher Li was also excited, as if she were talking about herself.

"These young people, they actually... they actually... said such lewd things, they're really rotten." Mom's face was flushed, but she still didn't seem angry.

"They even said they wanted the three of them to fuck you together! Actually, you can't blame those three young people, who told our Yingying to be so beautiful and alluring, which man wouldn't be lustful when he sees her! Haha..." Teacher Li smiled broadly.

"Ah! Stop talking, stop talking, it's so embarrassing! Who knows if it's really what they said or if you, you little slut, made it all up. I'm not talking to you anymore." Mom blushed deeply, turned around, and continued washing the dishes.

I thought Mom would be furious if she found out that Lucas and the others were saying such vulgar and shameless things behind my back.

But I was wrong. Mom wasn't angry at all, except...

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