Mother and son flirt in the small kitchen

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On Thursday, Niu Xiaoting mentioned that he and his classmate Xiao Jian had arranged to come over for the weekend this Friday to play games and relax. He's a ninth grader now, it's rare for him to unwind.

Xiaoting has always had excellent grades, an outgoing and optimistic personality, and is well-rounded in academics, morality, physical education, aesthetics, and labor. He's both the English class representative and a key player on the school basketball team. Although he's not my biological son, he's more like one than my own, and he hasn't caused my family much worry. However, after his father passed away, he became quiet and withdrawn, and his grades became less stable. So, I was really happy when he invited his classmate over to relax.

I left work early in the afternoon to buy some fruit and snacks to reward my hardworking student.

I work in the acupuncture department at the hospital. This department has been much busier in recent years, with rehabilitation medicine gaining significant traction. As an attending physician, I've also become very busy. Last time, I treated a patient who had been paralyzed in bed for several years, and the family presented me with a banner of appreciation. We were even interviewed on television, and I suddenly became a celebrity—a previously marginal department suddenly became incredibly popular.

On my way to the supermarket, I passed by the photo studio where my husband used to work. Our relationship began there. Before him, my first love was at the medical university in a certain city where I studied. First love is both beautiful and heartbreaking. My first time, our vows of eternal love—I once believed that with love, there would be bread, everything would be there. But reality proved too fragile. My ex-boyfriend, for the sake of his future, broke up with me decisively. Tears and physical intimacy couldn't hold onto his heart. He went abroad with the daughter of a college leader, leaving me alone, heartbroken. Wounded, I left that city that had caused me so much pain and came to this second-tier city, quietly wasting my youth here.

Hurt, I developed a strange aversion to men, even though I'm tall and beautiful, especially with a typical S-shaped figure—my classmates used to call me the female version of the Calabash Brothers. My ex-boyfriend was attracted to my hot body and pretty face, and relentlessly pursued me until we got together.

After arriving at the hospital, everyone was concerned about my personal life. Every few days, someone would try to introduce me to someone, which I always politely declined with a smile. Over time, my colleagues started spreading rumors that I had sexual orientation issues. But who knew the hurt I was experiencing? Who truly understood me? Who could truly comprehend my heart's yearning for genuine love?

Before I knew it, I was nearing 30. It's time for men and women to marry, and I wanted to leave a mark on my youth, even if love hadn't arrived, at least to leave a trace of my youth, though I was no longer young. The person who arranged for me to take photos was the man who would later become my husband, Ning, Niu Xiaoting's father.

"Nice to meet you," I said. Hearing his thick Northwestern accent, a sense of kinship welled up within me. His mature, steady demeanor, tall and broad shoulders gave me a sense of security. When I spoke to him in Shaanxi dialect, I could clearly sense his surprise. Perhaps he felt the same way I did—it's rare to meet someone from your hometown in a southern city. When I asked, he told me I was from Mizhi County in Northwest China. He smiled, revealing a bright white smile, and said he was from Suide. There's a saying: Suide men, Mizhi women—what a coincidence!

During the photoshoot, he was polite and professional, unlike some photographers with their lecherous and sleazy eyes. He remained open, focused, and serious throughout. The end of the photoshoot marked the beginning of our relationship. He was very honest with me, recounting his experiences from beginning to end. His wife tragically passed away during childbirth due to a medical accident, leaving behind their son, now in fifth grade. He raised the child alone; the boy is well-behaved, optimistic, healthy, and strong. This made me trust him and feel a surge of affection. He seemed like a responsible man, someone I could rely on for life.

After half a year of getting to know each other, Xiaoting, Ning, and I became like family. I remember on Xiaoting's birthday, the three of us celebrated together, and Xiaoting said, "My wish is for Aunt Shijin to be my mom and marry my dad, okay?" To be accepted by the child was so heartwarming and romantic. With tears of happiness in my eyes, I happily nodded, and that's how we got married.

Xiaoting was good at her studies and well-behaved, never causing me, her stepmother, any worry. Ning and I were truly blessed for several years. If my relationship with my ex-boyfriend in college was passive, here I learned what true intimacy and perfect harmony meant. He completely cultivated my fertile ground, and whenever he had a spare moment, he worked hard, quietly cultivating our relationship, opening up many battlefields both at home and outside.

But fate was cruel. It seemed like heaven was jealous of our happy life. Three years later, Xiaoting was in her final year of junior high school. During a winter outdoor photography trip, her husband was tragically involved in a car accident. On his deathbed, he held Xiaoting's and my hands and said, "Don't wrong yourself. Find a good man to marry. You're still young. Xiaoting, study hard. Aunt Shijin has her own life; don't blame her." Xiaoting looked at me with teary eyes and nodded obediently. I cried and said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Xiaoting for the rest of my life. This is our child." My husband left us with a smile and a heavy heart.

Three months have passed since then. During this time, Xiaoting and I have tried to slowly recover from our grief. After all, only by living well can we put my husband's mind at ease. I want to fulfill my promise to my husband and do my best to take care of our Xiaoting, helping him grow into a successful adult.

I prepared Xiaoting's favorite meals at home. This kid especially loves beef, probably because he's active; this ninth grader is already 178cm tall, even taller than his friend Xiao Jian. Kids these days don't lack nutrition!

*Ding-dong*, the doorbell rang. Two sweaty children rushed in.

"Oh dear, why are you sweating so much? Be careful not to catch a cold. Take a shower before eating, hurry up," I said with concern.

"Go, go get your classmate some underwear to change into. Don't get sick and it'll affect your studies. The weather in May is already getting hot; spring is turning to summer, it's easy to catch a cold," I said.

"Okay!" Xiaoting replied happily.

A little while later, the two children took showers and wolfed down their food. "Oh dear, don't choke," I said, resting my chin on my hand, watching them happily enjoy the food I had prepared.

"Mmm, Aunt Shijin's cooking is so delicious!" the two children answered in unison. "Then eat more, that's the best reward for me, hehe." Xiao Jian slowed down his eating, glancing at me constantly, looking distracted and nervous, like a student peeking into an exam. It was then that I realized my outfit today might be too casual. When I'm at home with my husband, he never lets me wear a bra or anything, leaving me completely bare-chested, claiming it's for my health and to prevent breast hyperplasia or something. But I know his real intentions; it's just so he can eat and touch me more easily. He even took it upon himself to buy all my underwear, and I can only wear what he buys—all those transparent lace thongs. I've gotten used to it, and I change as soon as I get home. Today's tank top, being a 100% cotton one and an outfit from a few years ago, had a V-neck that wasn't holding up well, turning into a deep U-neck. It was easy to accidentally expose my ample, white breasts when I looked down. Because my breasts are quite large, a 34D, any movement they make creates a real undulating, swaying motion. Sometimes when my husband and I are eating at home alone, he can't resist this swaying and insists on having some extra food I give him. We always end up having a passionate encounter right there at the table. I don't blame him; even a 40-something like me can't handle it, let alone a young man like him. I chuckled to myself, feeling

a little guilty. "You two enjoy your meal," I said. "I'll go wash your clothes and then make you some juice, okay?" "Okay, okay, thank you, Shijin's Mom," Xiao Ting said happily. Xiao Jian mumbled a thank you, looking down.

Upon entering the bathroom, the strong stench of sweat couldn't mask the pungent smell of semen—a strong, masculine secretion. As a mature woman married for three years, with extensive sexual experience, and a 32-year-old woman who had been thoroughly "developed" by her husband, this smell was all too familiar. Could it be Xiao Ting's? I thought to myself, even while my husband was away, I didn't smell this when I washed his clothes every day. Could it be...? Such audacity! Kids these days are terrifying, teenagers!

As I went through their clothes, I found a large puddle of my still-liquid semen on my underwear at the very bottom. This white lace thong was a gift from my husband, sexy and mysterious, named Victoria's Secret. The front looked like it was partially obscured by pubic hair, and the back seemed to conceal everything, but it was actually very convenient for my husband to use, easily arousing men. The underwear clearly showed signs of ejaculation after being worn on his penis; you could even deduce the diameter and girth of his penis from the way it was rolled up. It wasn't just any instant noodle accompaniment; it was a large, heavy sausage.

My husband calls me his "semen-swallowing princess," saying that semen has a strong aphrodisiac effect on me. He says that in ancient times, secret histories record that some sorcerers mixed men's semen with musk to make aphrodisiacs, specifically for lecherous thieves to prey on virtuous women. He claims that even virtuous women turned into harlots after smelling it. A sudden heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my vagina involuntarily began to twitch. I dared not relax for a moment, lest I release more fluid. After all, I hadn't tasted meat for three months. Compared to my nightly revelry, these three months felt longer than three years. I leaned against the wall to recover, feeling a surge of annoyance. Sigh, kids will

always be kids! I picked up their clothes and threw them into the washing machine. I tossed my underwear into the trash can; I would never wear clothes stained with someone else's bodily fluids again. It was my responsibility to him and my loyalty to our relationship. Consider the little brat's experience an eye-opener. After they finished eating, I cleaned the dishes and started tidying up the kitchen. Xiao Ting was busy setting up the two-player game machine. The booming sound of the game filled the air—another shooting game. Boys love this. I couldn't help but shake my head.

Just then, Xiao Jian came into the kitchen. "Aunt Shi Jin, let me help you clean. You go play with Xiao Ting. I'll clean by myself. He can play by himself for a while. I often do housework at home," Xiao Jian chuckled.

The smell from the bathroom still lingered in my mind. I always felt it wasn't good to be alone with such an energetic child, especially since he had spied on me while we were eating. I politely declined, saying, "You're still young, studying is your main focus. Doing chores is fine, just talk about it." Actually, I wanted to remind him not to overthink things and to focus his energy on his studies.

"Aunt Shijin, I'm not young anymore, I'm quite grown up." His double entendre left me speechless, so I silently washed the dishes.

Xiao Jian took the dishes I had washed. "Put them in the cupboard for me." "Aunt Shijin, Xiaoting is so lucky! We all envy him!" "Really? What do you envy about him?" "We envy that he has a beautiful mother who cares about him."

"What mother doesn't care about her child?" I deliberately changed the subject about the beautiful mother.

"No one is as pretty as you, Aunt Shijin. You're so beautiful, like Lin Chi-ling from Taiwan." "People have said I look like Lin Chi-ling before, and after seeing the photos, I have to admit, I really do. So many husbands say I'm like Yui Hatano in bed—Lin Chi-ling by day and Yui by night. I can't tell them apart either, but we both look quite alike. It's always nice to be complimented. Thank you, Xiao Jian. I can't compare to Lin Chi-ling, so it doesn't matter who I resemble." He chuckled meaningfully twice. The

L-shaped kitchen was small. Xiao Jian stood behind me, placing the bowls and chopsticks. I could feel his breathing becoming more and more rapid. He's 180cm and I'm 165cm. From his angle, it was easy for him to see my breasts, which were not covered by a bra, and even my nipples, which were still erect from the bathroom earlier. A penis, noticeably hotter than body temperature and burning with fever, was pressed against my high buttocks. Even a fool would know what that was. I couldn't help but feel afraid, and I slightly shifted my body to the side. When I moved to the left, the hot object followed; when I moved to the right, it chased after me. For a moment, it became a kind of indirect frictional stimulation, and I could even feel the entire hot object trembling slightly, like a soldier preparing for battle after a pep talk. A little moisture secreted from the tip, like drooling uncontrollably at the sight of a delicious meal. Before I could think about how to end this awkward moment, a pair of large hands tightly covered my high, firm breasts. My 34D breasts were completely covered, and my nipples stubbornly escaped from between the fingers, but were hardened and erect by the friction of the clothing and fingers, proudly announcing the desire aroused after three months of abstinence.

"Xiao Jian, what are you doing? I'm your aunt," I said in a trembling voice, "Do you know what you're doing?" "I know, Aunt Shijin, I like you. I'm sorry, I can't control myself. You're so beautiful. Every time I come to your house, I just want to see you. Seeing you makes me happy." "Then let me go." "Can I hug you, Aunt Shijin?" Xiao Jian said, panting heavily.

To reduce his invasion of my breasts, and since my nipples could no longer withstand further teasing, I had no choice but to hug my chest tightly, lower my body slightly, and curl up. But in this way, my buttocks had to be raised to curl up my body. My raised buttocks became the natural target of his penis. Moreover, I wasn't wearing any underwear. Even if I were, it would be useless under the attack of his hot penis. Xiao Jian, who was ejaculating on my underwear, should know the true situation of my lower body. I could only squeeze my legs tightly together. The current position, which allowed for rear entry, would be useless even if I broke my legs. Afraid that Xiaoting would hear something she couldn't explain or accept, we silently struggled in the kitchen, our panting sounds more like a rehearsal for an intense sexual encounter.

The body of a mature woman, long deprived of sex, couldn't withstand the impact of youthful passion. Her breasts swelled in waves, a swelling that spread from the depths of her being, so swollen that only the kneading of those large hands could relieve the longing, that yearning for long-awaited nectar. Her rational resistance was utterly powerless against the surging flood of desire.

"Mmm, ah, no, Xiao Jian, this isn't good, please let me go?" I wasn't sure if this futile verbal persuasion would work, nor was I sure how this differed from restraint. The mushroom-shaped erection relentlessly pressed against my rear, the soft cotton fabric against the soft, moist passage, my whole body softened, my legs trembled involuntarily, the taut, clamped legs crumbling second by second under the rush of her fluids.

Startled, Xiao Jian quickly pulled up my pajamas, exposing my white buttocks directly in front of him. His confidence in his rear end was undeniable, and the visual impact was immense. A tiger's roar escaped his throat as he vigorously kneaded my breasts, my nipples and fingers engaging in an intimate dialogue. My erect nipples, like two signalmen, transmitted the signal of intercourse deep within my secret passage. I couldn't hold on any longer; the tighter I gripped, the more fluid flowed. My open labia were like a crying infant, the granular flesh inside my vagina constantly squeezing, like hands drawing water, squeezing out the lustful fluid from deep within, moistening the swollen labia. The corpus cavernosum pressed against my labia majora. At this moment, my penis was like a fishhook made of flesh, and my labia minora, like the mouth of a thirsty fish, constantly opening and closing.

The heat, the hardness, the intensity—all told my thirsty body that this was a delicious penis. The layers of my inner passage were sending out invitations.

Ah, what should I do? "Oh no, husband, save me!" I silently cried out to my departing husband, a plea that went unanswered. My butterfly-shaped labia majora had already answered for me, silently opening their beautiful wings to welcome the long-awaited guest. The rush of vaginal fluid made my glans even more vigorous. At this moment, the urethral opening on my glans began to greet the tender flesh inside my vagina with a long-awaited greeting. Soon they would make intimate contact, shake hands, and embrace. Oh no, it's going in! The contractions of my vagina became even stronger. "

Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, come quick! It's time for a collective battle!" Xiao Ting shouted from the living room.

[The End]

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