A small, delicate opening, as tender as clam meat

A delicate vulva, as tender as clam meat.
There is a kind of love in this world that is like a cup of rich, aromatic coffee, leaving an endless aftertaste; a kind of love that is like a fine wine, growing more fragrant with age; a kind of love that is unforgettable whenever recalled; a kind of love that stirs a faint melancholy deep within your heart when you dream of it at midnight. This kind of love is called first love.

My first love began in high school. Actually

, it wasn't first love; it should be called unrequited love or one-sided affection. It was a girl named Linlin who sat in front of me. She had a ponytail, delicate features, and fair, smooth skin. First love has no reason. I don't know when I started to have a crush on her; I only know that in the year before graduation, I would silently recite her name every night as I drifted off to sleep.

Every day, I walked into the classroom with anticipation. During class, I would silently gaze at her beautiful back, my heart filled with sweetness. I remembered every word she said to me, constantly rehearsing it in my mind. Every time I thought of her, it was like eating a sweet candy, my heart overflowing with sweetness.

However, due to my overly shy personality, my feelings for her remained deeply hidden in my heart, and I never confessed them to her. Until graduation, she was admitted to medical school, and I was admitted to teachers' college. We went our separate ways and lost contact. But I never forgot her. Whenever I recalled her smiling face, a tender feeling welled up in my heart, and a faint melancholy slowly surrounded me.

Four years of university passed quickly. I hadn't had a girlfriend, not for any other reason than that beautiful figure had completely occupied my heart; there was no room for anyone else. I firmly believed we would meet again. After graduation, I became a teacher as I wished. A year later, Linlin also graduated and returned. She was still the same as before, so pure and beautiful.

At a class reunion, I unexpectedly learned that she didn't have a boyfriend either. I was overjoyed and finally mustered up the courage to confess my feelings for her, displaying the composure and confidence I had honed in the classroom over the past year.

Linlin was moved by me, looking at me in surprise, a blush quietly spreading across her pretty face. Although many people pursued her in university, for various reasons, she hadn't found someone to entrust her life to over the years.

That day, during my emotional story, she was moved by my persistence and deep feelings for her. Linlin agreed to my request, and I was overjoyed, thinking I had finally won the love of my life. Little did I know this was just the beginning.

Linlin and I started dating. I cared for her and cherished her like the most delicate flower, and every moment with her was filled with sweetness. Linlin was completely immersed in my deep love for her.

After a whole year of getting to know each other, Linlin finally decided to introduce me to her mother. I know that Linlin's father passed away when she was very young, and her mother never remarried, raising Linlin single-handedly. Linlin deeply loves her mother and has a profound sense of gratitude towards her. The fact that

she decided to let me meet her mother this time means that Linlin has officially accepted me. Perhaps some people won't understand, but in our area, the first meeting with a girlfriend's family is a very important ceremony.

For this meeting, I secretly tried many times to find out what Linlin's mother liked, but Linlin wouldn't say until the day before, when she dragged me around buying a huge pile of things that she believed her mother would like. But looking at all those bags and pouches, I was puzzled. These things didn't seem like the hobbies of a middle-aged woman; they seemed more like things a young girl would like. Only the exquisite tea set seemed somewhat plausible.

Seeing Linlin's sly and triumphant expression, it suddenly dawned on me: I'd been tricked by this cunning little girl! She was using the guise of being a mother to really take advantage of me. I affectionately pinched her delicate, white nose.

Early the next morning, I got up, carefully tidied myself, and rushed to the agreed-upon meeting place with Linlin before heading to her house. It was my first time visiting Linlin's house. Her house was in the west of the city, not far from mine, just a few streets away—a quiet and elegant neighborhood.

As Linlin entered her home, I quickly glanced around. Linlin's house wasn't large, only about fifty square meters, but it was impeccably clean and tidy, with a faint fragrance permeating the air. Everywhere she looked, she exuded a woman's meticulous care, giving off a special warmth.

Linlin shouted as soon as she entered, "Mom, Xiaoliang's here! He bought you lots of gifts!"

A soft voice came from the kitchen: "This child, why didn't you tell Mom you were coming? You're so naughty, not at all like a girl, shouting as soon as you walk in."

With that, Linlin's mother came out of the kitchen. Petite and slender, similar in height to Linlin, she wore loose-fitting loungewear with an apron tied around her waist. The loose loungewear didn't conceal her slender figure; rather, the apron accentuated her delicate waist, giving her a relaxed and comfortable beauty. Her

long black hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of her head, loose and effortlessly chic, creating a sense of ease and comfort. She looked somewhat like Linlin, delicate yet mature, appearing so dignified and elegant. Her fair face was slightly pale, and her frail, delicate appearance naturally inspired a desire to protect her.

I quickly smiled and said, "Hello, Auntie."

Linlin's mother smiled at me and said, "Xiaoliang's here. Please sit down. Linlin didn't tell me beforehand, and look at all the things you bought." She took the things from my hands and led me to the sofa.

Linlin's mother gracefully sat down beside me and said, "Linlin often mentions you when she gets home. You two were classmates, right?"

I sat down a little awkwardly beside her, and upon hearing the question, I quickly replied, "Yes, Auntie, we were high school classmates."

Linlin's mother smiled and looked me over, noticing my nervousness and shyness. Her eyes lit up with joy and affection, and she began to talk to me softly. Linlin's mother's voice was gentle and pleasant, and the tenderness and affection in her words quickly put me at ease, and I no longer felt reserved.

During our conversation, I learned that Linlin's mother, like me, was also a teacher, teaching Chinese. This gave us more common topics to discuss. Before we knew it, it was noon. Linlin's mother stood up and said, "Xiaoliang, have lunch at Auntie's house and try Auntie's cooking."

Linlin had already jumped up and headed straight for the kitchen. I quickly stood up to go to the kitchen to help, but Linlin's mother quickly stopped me and dragged Linlin out of the kitchen as well.

Linlin looked at me proudly and said, "How about it? Isn't my mom great? Actually, my mom's cooking is even better. Be careful not to bite your tongue when we eat later."

I affectionately pinched her small nose and said, "Auntie is really amazing. I learned a lot from you just now. These teaching experiences are things I didn't learn at school. Your mom's students are so lucky to have such a good teacher."

Linlin playfully wrinkled her cute little nose and said, "Of course! I did so well in my studies back then, all thanks to my mom." Then she giggled.

While Linlin and I were chatting intimately, Linlin's mother had already prepared the meal. We quickly helped her set the table and sat down around it. To be honest, Linlin's mother's cooking skills were truly superb; the dishes were refreshing, delicate, and delicious. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal. Watching us eat so heartily, Linlin's mother's expression radiated tenderness and love.

After dinner, Linlin and I argued over who would wash the dishes, playfully bickering as we did so. Linlin's mother sat quietly in the living room, listening to our laughter coming from the kitchen. She didn't feel a bit dazed; since Linlin's father passed away, this house had always been cold and quiet, never as lively as it was today. My arrival today filled the house with warmth again—this is the atmosphere a normal family should have.

This deep family affection surrounded her, captivating her completely. It wasn't until I had to say goodbye and go home that Linlin's mother reluctantly saw us off, repeatedly urging me to visit often.

From then on, I became a regular at Linlin's house. Every day after work, I would pick Linlin up, and we would go back to her house together. I would help Linlin's mother cook, and after dinner, we would either go out to play or chat at home. I especially enjoyed discussing teaching issues with Linlin's mother after dinner. She had extensive teaching experience and always provided me with help at crucial moments.

With Linlin's mother's help, my professional skills improved, my teaching quality increased, my students enjoyed my classes more and more, and I grew to respect Linlin's mother more and more. Later, whenever Linlin was on duty at the hospital, I would go to her house to keep her company. Often, as soon as I arrived, I would start discussing work with her, leaving Linlin out in the cold. Linlin would then pout and complain that her mother had stolen her boyfriend, and Linlin's mother and I would laugh heartily.

Linlin received a notice that she needed to go to a large hospital in the provincial capital for a year of advanced training. Although she was reluctant, she decided to obey the arrangements for her work. Before leaving, we had a meal together at Linlin's house.

After dinner, Linlin solemnly entrusted her mother to me, asking me to take good care of her in her place. She sternly warned me that if I didn't take good care of her mother and came back to find her mother thinner, I would be in big trouble. I accepted the task with trepidation.

Linlin left reluctantly, going to the provincial capital city a thousand miles away. I stayed at home, meticulously carrying out my mission, taking good care of Linlin's mother. Every day, as usual, I went to Linlin's house after work, cooked and ate with Linlin's mother, and discussed various issues with her afterwards.

To my surprise, although Linlin isn't with me right now, I don't miss her as much as I should. When I'm with Linlin's mother, her dignified and elegant demeanor makes me feel incredibly comfortable, and her gentle and considerate words warm my heart. Her appearance, similar to Linlin's, with its delicate features yet mature charm, makes me feel an unusual sense of closeness.

Every time I look at Linlin's mother, so elegant and beautiful yet so incredibly gentle, I feel a strange tenderness, as if she weren't my girlfriend's mother, my future mother-in-law, but rather my long-time mentor, my confidante. As our discussion grew more animated, a faint blush would appear on Linlin's mother's slightly pale face. That blush, like a young girl's shy blush, paired with her fair and delicate skin, made Linlin's mother look incomparably beautiful.

I was often captivated by Linlin's mother's extraordinary beauty, and the thought of gently holding her in my arms and protecting her often arose in my heart. I was quite surprised by this; how could I have such thoughts about my girlfriend's mother?

I had deeply remorsefully rebuked myself, warning myself never to have such thoughts again, but when I faced Linlin's mother again, this feeling involuntarily arose, uncontrollable, and I could only bitterly endure it. I've realized that I'm now infatuated with Linlin, just like I was with her in high school. The difference is, now I'm infatuated with Linlin's mother.

I take care of her as meticulously as I used to care for Linlin, and Linlin praises me highly on the phone. But I can only smile bitterly to myself, trying to recall every good thing about Linlin and the wonderful times we spent together, hoping to dilute my infatuation with her mother. However, the effect is completely the opposite. Compared to Linlin, her mother's gentleness, elegance, maturity, and poise only intensify my infatuation. I'm deeply immersed in this, unable to extricate myself. Linlin's mother, however, remained completely oblivious to my strange behavior, treating me with the same gentle, considerate, and loving kindness.

Linlin had been away from home for half a year, only returning twice—once for May Day and once for National Day—allowing me to temporarily escape my desires. But with Linlin's departure, my love for her mother only intensified, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Autumn arrived, and I repeatedly reminded Linlin on the phone to keep warm and avoid catching a cold. Linlin readily agreed, also telling me to take care of myself and my mother, and to look after her. I absentmindedly agreed. But things didn't go as planned. Linlin's mother finally fell ill. Due to the sudden drop in temperature, her chronic gastritis, which had been pre-existing, flared up.

Actually, Linlin's mother had already shown signs of illness before the onset of her illness. She looked very tired, her face was even paler, and she ate very little. I assumed it was from working at the school, which made me very worried, and I kept urging her to rest. But when I arrived at Linlin's house that day, I saw Linlin's mother retching in the bathroom, her face ashen. I was terrified and quickly helped her to the hospital. After the doctor examined her, she was put on an IV drip.

Linlin's mother, afraid that Linlin would be worried if she found out, firmly prevented me from calling Linlin and insisted on hospitalization. Helpless, I had to take Linlin's mother home after the IV drip finished.

I told my parents about Linlin's mother's condition and asked for leave from school, staying temporarily at Linlin's house to take care of her. Linlin's mother was very weak at this point. Due to anemia, she could only lie in bed; even slight movement made her dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

Looking at Linlin's mother lying weakly in bed, my heart ached. Her face was pale, her petite and frail body covered tightly by the blanket, and a large IV drip hung at the head of the bed. She looked so haggard, but this did not conceal her stunning beauty; instead, it added a poignant beauty that evoked pity and tenderness. I searched for some recipes online and made her some milk and yam paste, which is said to treat gastritis caused by stomach yin deficiency.

I carried the carefully prepared milk and yam paste to Linlin's mother's bedroom, placed it on the bedside table, and fed it to her spoonful by spoonful. I fed her very carefully, blowing on the paste to cool it down each time, afraid of burning her.

Linlin's mother looked at me gratefully, her eyes glistening with tears. Seeing that Linlin's mother was having difficulty drinking while lying down, I stopped, gently sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully reached my hand under her fair and delicate neck. I gently lifted her soft body and placed her in my arms. When Linlin's mother's warm, soft, and fragrant body nestled against me, I almost lost control; my heart was pounding.

I forced myself to control my emotions, held Linlin's mother close, rested my chin on her head, and, holding the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, slowly fed her the yam paste. Linlin's mother blushed with embarrassment at my posture, but only in this way could she eat more smoothly without spilling the yam paste onto the bed. After feeding her, I put the bowl back and gently wiped the traces from the corner of Linlin's mother's mouth with a prepared towel.

Linlin's mother blushed even more, her shy expression as alluring as a young girl's. I almost kissed her tender red lips. Forcing myself to remain calm, I helped Linlin's mother back to bed, closed the door, and let her rest. This was the first time I had touched Linlin's mother's body, and the soft, warm feeling was unforgettable.

That evening, I carefully prepared a bowl of chicken soup and fed it to Linlin's mother in the same way. This time, although I was still incredibly excited, I was much calmer thanks to my efforts to control myself. Linlin's mother seemed to have adapted to my method, appearing relaxed and natural. I quickly made myself a simple meal, cleaned up the dishes, and then leaned against the headboard to keep Linlin's mother company.

Linlin's mother said softly to me, "Xiaoliang, I'm so grateful for your care today. I can tell you're a thoughtful and considerate boy, very good at taking care of others. I feel much more at ease knowing you're there to look after Linlin."

My face flushed slightly, and I said shyly, "Auntie, Linlin repeatedly told me to take good care of you before she left. I haven't fulfilled my responsibility; I'm truly sorry."

Linlin's mother looked at me lovingly and said, "This isn't your fault. My stomach..." "I've been sick for many years. I was afraid Linlin would worry if she knew, especially since she's all alone in another city, so I didn't let you tell her. Xiaoliang, don't overthink it. Auntie can tell you're a good boy. Linlin has always been carefree and never cared about herself. You'll have to take good care of her from now on."

I nodded, blushing, but secretly thought to myself, "Not only will I take good care of Linlin, Auntie, but I'll also take good care of you. I want you to experience the feeling of being loved and cared for by a man again."

Linlin's mother and I chatted idly, one half-lying on the bed, the other sitting on the edge against the headboard. The room was quiet, save for our soft voices. The warm orange light from the bedside lamp bathed us both, softening the paleness of Linlin's mother's face and giving it a rosy glow.

The old saying about seeing a beautiful woman under the lamplight is absolutely true. Under the orange light, Linlin's mother looked so beautiful and elegant that I was mesmerized. The room was filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Seeing that it was getting late, I helped Linlin's mother lie down, tucked her in, and turned off the light so she could rest. Then I tiptoed out of Linlin's mother's bedroom. Back in Linlin's room, I was filled with sweet memories of every detail of my time with Linlin's mother, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

After a long while, just as I was drifting in and out of sleep, there was a sound at the door of Linlin's mother's bedroom, as if Linlin's mother had come out of the bedroom. I quickly got up, turned on the light, and went to the living room. Linlin's mother was slowly walking towards the bathroom, leaning against the wall. When she saw me, she said shyly, "I needed to go to the bathroom. I didn't mean to wake you."

Linlin's mother was wearing a thin silk nightgown, and her petite figure looked so frail. I quickly grabbed one of my coats and draped it over her small frame, then helped her to the bathroom door, saying, "Auntie, next time you need to go to the bathroom, just call me, and I'll help you. It's so cold now, please make sure you keep warm."

Linlin's mother said apologetically, "It's okay, I can manage by myself. You go back and rest."

I knew Linlin's mother was embarrassed to let me see her go to the bathroom, so I watched her go in and then went back to my room to wait. After a long while, the bathroom door opened. I quickly went out and saw Linlin's mother supporting herself on the door as she walked out. Just as she stepped out, she swayed and almost fell to the ground. I rushed forward to support her, reaching under her knees and pulling her into my arms. With her

legs dangling in my arms, Linlin's mother looked shy and pitiful. She whispered, "Xiaoliang, Auntie was just a little dizzy, I'm fine now, put me down."

Holding Linlin's mother's light body was as effortless as holding a baby; her soft, boneless body gave me a tremendous thrill. I tried my best to control my emotions and whispered to Linlin's mother, "Auntie, you're very weak right now and can't move around too much. Let me take you back to your room." With that, I carried that incredibly alluring body to Linlin's mother's bedroom. I gently placed her back in bed, covered her with the blankets, and then returned to Linlin's room.

That day, the continuous contact with Linlin's mother's delicate body filled me with immense excitement, and I couldn't sleep at all. Every time I recalled that boneless, supple feeling, I was thrilled. I finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn.

For three consecutive days, I carefully cared for Linlin's mother after her IV drip. My relationship with Linlin's mother grew even stronger. When she looked at me, a blush would often rise on her delicate face, making her incredibly beautiful.

Three days later, at Linlin's mother's insistence, I went back to work, but I still spent every night at Linlin's house. Under my careful care, Linlin's mother gradually recovered her health. We reached a point where we could talk about anything, becoming incredibly close. The difference was that my feelings for Linlin's mother were the deep love a man has for a woman, while Linlin's mother's love for me was like that of a loving mother, treating me completely like her child.

Linlin's mother's birthday was approaching, and because Linlin lived in the provincial capital, her mother was afraid it would interfere with her work and resolutely refused to let her come back. In her distress, Linlin insisted over the phone that I give her mother a grand and warm birthday celebration to express her gratitude for her mother's love and care over the years. I readily agreed.

Linlin's mother's birthday arrived after my secret, meticulous preparations. That evening, I returned to Linlin's house early, and before Linlin's mother got off work, I decorated the house. The living room was adorned with ribbons, each bright red with wishes like "Happy Birthday, Mom!" and "May Mom grow younger every day!" I also prepared a table full of Linlin's mother's favorite dishes and cooked a large pot of noodles, then waited patiently for her to return home from work.

At six o'clock, Linlin's mother arrived home on time. Hearing the key open the door, I quickly stood by the door. Linlin's mother pushed the door open and came in. Seeing me standing at the door to greet her, she was first taken aback, then, seeing the room full of ribbons and colorful silks, along with the birthday wishes on the silks, Linlin's mother blushed with joy, and her beautiful eyes glistened with tears.

I presented her with a bouquet of bright red roses and said softly, "Happy birthday, Auntie!" Linlin's mother trembled as she held the roses, and tears streamed down her face. I gently embraced Linlin's mother's alluring body, lightly kissed her delicate, smooth face, and whispered, "This kiss is on Linlin's behalf. Linlin asked me to say to you: Happy Birthday, Mom. Thank you for raising Linlin all these years."

Linlin's mother couldn't help but hug me tightly, burying her face in my arms and shedding tears of happiness. I gently held this dignified and elegant woman in my arms, stroking her pink back, feeling infinitely content.

We blew out the candles and ate noodles. Then, as if by magic, I produced a bottle of red wine and poured a full glass for both Linlin's mother and me. Holding my glass, I stood up and looked at Linlin's mother with tenderness, saying, "I'd like to toast you, Auntie. First, happy birthday! And may you grow ever more beautiful and youthful." I then downed my glass in one gulp.

Linlin's mother, moved, repeatedly thanked me and also downed her glass. Setting down her glass, Linlin's mother's face was flushed, and she looked incredibly beautiful. I then poured us a second glass of wine, raising my glass to Linlin's mother and saying, "This second glass is on Linlin's behalf, a toast to Mom, to thank you for all the meticulous care you've given me over the years, raising me to adulthood. Linlin wishes Mom continued good health and happiness."

Linlin's mother's eyes welled with tears as she murmured, "Linlin has grown up, she knows how to love her mother now." With that, she downed her glass in one gulp. When Linlin's mother put down her glass, she was clearly struggling with the alcohol; her pretty face was flushed red, her eyes were watery, and her delicate lips were cutely upturned, a far cry from her usual dignified elegance, making her appear charming and alluring.

I poured a third glass of wine, sat down beside Linlin's mother, gently put my arm around her delicate shoulders, placed the glass in front of her, and softly said, "This third glass is a toast from Linlin and me to you. We wish you eternal happiness, and we will always love you."

Linlin's mother couldn't refuse our heartfelt blessing and excitedly downed her glass of red wine in one gulp. When she put down her glass, she was already swaying slightly. She leaned entirely against me, barely managing to sit up in her chair with my support. Having drunk three glasses of red wine in succession, I too was starting to feel the effects. Looking at Linlin's mother's captivatingly intoxicated state, I found myself unable to control myself any longer.

I held Linlin's mother tightly around the waist and said with a smile, "Auntie, you must have suffered a lot raising Linlin all by yourself."

My words reminded Linlin's mother of the ups and downs of the past years, and she couldn't help but sigh and say, "Yes, it's really not easy for a weak woman like me to raise a child. Fortunately, Linlin has been obedient since she was little, otherwise how could I have endured it?" As she finished speaking, her eyes reddened and she was about to shed tears again.

"These past few years, I've been both a mother and a father. No matter what happens at home, I have to solve it all by myself. I don't even have anyone who can help me."

I asked curiously, "Then why don't you find a suitable person?"

Linlin's mother said shyly, "I'm so busy usually, I have to go to work and take care of Linlin at home. I don't have time to think about these things. Besides, no one likes a woman with a child."

Looking at Linlin's mother's shy expression, she was like a young girl in love, incredibly cute. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but tease her, "Now that Linlin is all grown up, aren't you planning to find someone suitable?"

Linlin's mother became even more shy, and with the strong aftereffects of the red wine, she leaned into my arms, lowered her head, and said shyly, "Auntie is too old. Who would like an old woman?"

I couldn't help but reach out and grasp Linlin's mother's delicate chin, lifting her rosy, exquisitely beautiful face. Looking at her tenderly, I said, "Who says Auntie is old? Auntie is so beautiful and elegant. I love women like you the most. Your mature and graceful charm is something young girls can never match."

Linlin's mother shyly turned her head away... Pulling her fingers away, I felt the effects of the alcohol rising within me. I forcefully grabbed her chin, forcing her to face me, and then whispered in her delicate ear, "Auntie, the kiss just now was on behalf of Linlin. Now I want to kiss you for myself, to thank you for your kindness and help these past few days, okay?" Before Linlin's mother could speak, I kissed her cheek.

Linlin's mother wanted to refuse when I asked, but seeing that I was only kissing her cheek, she let me have my way. I held her tightly in my arms, my lips pressed firmly against her soft face. Linlin's mother felt a long-lost masculine scent envelop her, his hot lips pressed against her cheek. His young face still had a faint stubble, tickling her prickly yet pleasantly. She couldn't help but close her eyes, a long-lost feeling welling up within her.

By this time, I was completely under the influence of alcohol. Seeing Linlin's mother contentedly close her eyes, allowing me to kiss her, I was overjoyed and kissed the beautiful, alluring woman in my arms even more recklessly. After kissing her cheek, I kissed her smooth forehead, gently kissing the tip of her delicate nose along its bridge, and finally, I kissed her alluring red lips.

The moment I kissed her lips, Linlin's mother began to struggle, trying to break free from my kiss. I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her deeply. Soon, Linlin's mother was lost in my passionate kiss. Her pearly teeth parted slightly, her fragrant tongue protruding, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her fragrant mouth, sucking on the sweet saliva, conquering every inch of her mouth.

Under the influence of alcohol, Linlin's mother lost her rationality, and her body, which hadn't been loved by a man in a long time, gradually became aroused. I only felt the alluring body in my arms suddenly become hot. Without realizing it, Linlin's mother's hands wrapped around my neck.

I scooped up Linlin's mother's legs, and with a surge of strength, lifted her onto my lap, letting her nestle against me. I caressed her alluring body, kissing the lovely woman in my arms deeply, a burning desire igniting within me.

My left hand encircled her slender neck, while my right hand slipped inside her bra, quickly reaching her soft, high breasts. The soft, delicate, and incredibly elastic flesh thrilled me; I vigorously kneaded her jelly-like skin, especially the small bump on her nipples, which I couldn't resist. As I kneaded her harder, Linlin's mother trembled involuntarily.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the soft, elastic feel, I reached my hand between her legs. My fingers roamed over her smooth, soft belly, across a patch of delicate pubic hair, until I reached that tender, warm, mysterious place. It was already wet; a gush of fluid, warm and slippery, flowed from between the soft, clam-like folds.

I inserted a finger, gently rubbing inside, and Linlin's mother couldn't help but moan loudly. My entire palm covered that softness. At this moment, Linlin's mother sat on my lap, nestled in my arms, her face flushed with shyness, her clothes disheveled by my actions. Her former elegance and grace had vanished; deep lust dominated her, replacing it with a face full of sexual desire.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I placed this incredibly alluring woman on the bed and quickly stripped her of all her clothes, revealing her fair and delicate body. Her skin was smooth and warm like jade, and due to the alcohol, a slight pink tinge appeared, making her even more tempting.

Her jade-like skin, her round and fair breasts, and her youthful, firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. Her flat stomach was free of any excess fat, and her slender waist and cute navel were partially concealed. Her trembling breasts still held a virginal pink hue, with pale areolas lightly surrounding her nipples. Her entire body seemed to radiate a holy glow in the moonlight.

I began to greedily savor this incomparably beautiful body before me. My lips slowly moved down from Linlin's mother's forehead, exploring her fair forehead, delicate cheeks, small nose, tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes, delicate ears, tender cherry lips, and exquisite chin. My burning lips didn't miss a single spot. Reluctantly, my lips traced her delicate face and long, slender neck, finally settling on her fair and tender body.

I kissed her fair and delicate skin passionately, kissing every inch of her skin, not even sparing her armpits. I put every finger and every toe into my mouth, savoring each one with my tongue. I spread her long, pink thighs wide open, revealing her pink vulva. The two delicate pink labia slowly opened as her thighs parted, and her cute little clitoris peeked out, half-concealed.

I parted her beautiful petals with my tongue, gently licking her adorable clitoris. Slowly, the clitoris swelled and hardened, and Linlin's mother seemed to let out a soft moan, her legs involuntarily opening slightly.

I passionately plunged my tongue all the way into her warm, moist, and fragrant vagina, greedily sucking. Linlin's mother arched her slender waist upwards with soft panting, her vagina gushing out copious amounts of nectar. I sucked the nectar into my mouth; the slightly sour nectar was so sweet and delicious, like fine wine.

I passionately kissed Linlin's mother's vagina, my tongue plunging deep into her vagina, licking and scraping the inner walls of her vagina. I brought Linlin's mother to the peak of desire. She writhed wildly, her snow-white body trying to gain even greater pleasure from my kisses, moaning loudly. Her long, beautiful hair, disheveled from her frantic movements, fell haphazardly onto the bed, the contrast of her jet-black hair against her snow-white body creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, throwing them off, and pressed myself heavily onto her incredibly alluring body. My penis was already rock hard, veins bulging. I thrust my thick penis inside. Linlin's mother could no longer restrain herself; she tightly embraced me, her wet vulva welcoming my penis.

My penis plunged in without resistance, all the way to the hilt. Linlin's mother let out a satisfied moan, her fair, lotus-root-like arms spreading out to tightly embrace my back. I began to thrust forcefully. Linlin's mother moaned softly with each thrust, those melodious moans like the strongest aphrodisiac, stimulating my blood to surge, making me more and more powerful with each stroke. For a moment, boundless passion filled the room, the only sounds being the slapping of our bodies and alluring moans.

I thrust hard into the woman beneath me who drove me mad, her snow-white body supple and boneless, allowing me to position her in all sorts of seductive poses. My brain, pounding with the effects of the alcohol, was already in a semi-mad state. I showed no mercy to the soft, delicate body beneath me, only frantically thrusting against this incredibly alluring form.

My rock-hard penis pounded left and right inside her tender vagina, completely disregarding the fact that this beautiful vagina hadn't been touched by a man in a long time. I was simply seeking insane pleasure from her delicate body. Her snow-white, tender skin drove me mad, I couldn't get enough of it, and the soft, smooth touch made me want to devour this incredibly tempting body whole.

I greedily kissed and licked the snow-white, delicate body beneath me, unable to resist gently nibbling. Soon, her fair skin was covered with red teeth marks, and soft moans escaped from below. Waves of

pleasure surged like the tide, and I gritted my teeth, enduring each thrust, seeking even greater satisfaction. My penis repeatedly entered and exited her tender little hole, each insertion penetrating to the hilt. I held her delicate body tightly in my embrace, our bodies seemingly merging into one. Linlin's mother had long since lost her senses, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure, limp and powerless in my arms, letting me do as I pleased.

Another wave surged, and an overwhelming pleasure finally overwhelmed me. All my strength, along with the scalding semen, shot deep into that tender little hole. I collapsed onto the bed, holding that snow-white, soft body in my arms, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the two naked bodies tightly embracing on the bed. The snow-white, delicate, petite body was curled up like a kitten in the young man's arms, her beautiful, delicate face pressed against his chest, sleeping soundly with a face full of happiness and contentment.

The sunlight made her delicate body slightly uncomfortable, and she shifted slightly, but the young man immediately pulled her into a tighter embrace. The woman obediently snuggled closer to him. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. She abruptly broke free from his embrace, her pretty face turning deathly pale, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. This woman was Linlin's mother, and the young man was me.

Linlin's mother awoke from her warm, comfortable sleep, suddenly realizing she was lying naked in my arms, and I was just as naked. The waves of soreness in her lower body clearly indicated that she and I had engaged in an inappropriate relationship. The gentle and elegant woman was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning, unable to believe such a thing had happened. She trembled uncontrollably

, at a loss for what to do. I also jolted awake, dumbfounded by the scene before me. I hurriedly scrambled out of bed, only to see our clothes scattered haphazardly around the room, the bed a mess, and Linlin's mother kneeling naked on the bed, her face deathly pale, clutching a garment of unknown origin to cover her high, white breasts.

I frantically and clumsily put on my clothes, while Linlin's mother, as if suddenly awakened, frantically dressed herself. Suddenly, Linlin's mother burst into tears. Ignoring my disheveled state, I hastily fled Linlin's house.

After escaping from Linlin's house, I wandered aimlessly, skipping school, my mind a complete mess. I was deeply infatuated with Linlin's mother, but I never imagined I'd end up with her under these circumstances. How could I face Linlin afterward? How could I face her mother? Linlin was my first love; her beauty and purity captivated me. I loved her as much as my own life. Her mother's gentleness, elegance, maturity, and poise were even more mesmerizing; having her was my greatest satisfaction. I was so infatuated with both mother and daughter, unable to let go. What should I do? Linlin's mother had lost her virginity to me under these circumstances; how would she see me? I dared not face her; I feared that in her despair and rage, she would kill me without mercy.

For three days straight, I didn't dare go to Linlin's house. Sorrow and anguish tormented my heart. I didn't know how Linlin's mother was doing, and I couldn't face her. But the overwhelming longing kept pressuring me, making me constantly think about Linlin's mother. After a fierce internal struggle, I finally made up my mind: no matter what, I had to face reality, even if Linlin's mother would kill me the moment she saw me, I had to see her one last time.

After dusk, I knocked on Linlin's door again. The door slowly opened. Linlin's mother let me in, without showing the anger I had imagined. She looked at me quietly and calmly. I stammered, unable to speak, only feeling guilty and unable to look at her. I stood before her with my head down, as if admitting my mistake, and whispered, "Auntie, I...I'm sorry to you...and sorry to Linlin. I didn't mean to...I...really didn't mean to...You can hit me, you can scold me...Auntie...no matter how you punish me, I won't fight back. Auntie, I just want your forgiveness."

Linlin's mother sighed softly when she saw me like this, and pulled me to sit on the sofa. I still kept my head down, unable to face her. Linlin's mother said softly, "Xiaoliang, about what happened that day, Auntie won't completely blame you. Auntie also made mistakes. The fact that you came to see Auntie proves that you are a good boy who is willing to admit your mistakes and take responsibility. Let's forget about it, let's pretend it never happened, okay?"

Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise. Linlin's mother avoided my eyes, sighed softly, and said, "Auntie knows that you and Linlin love each other very much. You love Linlin, and Linlin can't live without you. Linlin is a child with a hard life, and I don't want Linlin to be hurt. Let's forget about it, okay?"

I nodded hurriedly and agreed repeatedly. Seeing my bewildered expression, Linlin's mother patted my head with a strange feeling, stood up, and asked, "Have you eaten? Auntie will cook for you." Seeing her like that, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, and I instantly relaxed. I rushed into the kitchen and started cooking.

At least superficially, Linlin's mother and I were back to how we used to be. Every day after work, I still went to Linlin's house to cook and eat with her, and she was still as gentle and kind to me as ever. But deep down, we both felt that the other person had changed a lot compared to before. Our relationship was different now.

The natural closeness and ease we used to have was gone, replaced by excessive politeness and restraint. We seem to have become strangers again, and I dislike our current situation.

That night, my passionate lovemaking with Linlin's mother, our entanglement, didn't satisfy me enough to end this illicit affair; instead, it made me even more infatuated with her. Her snow-white, delicate skin, her petite and exquisite body, her alluring expression, and the soft moans she made after entering her tender body—those warbling moans—all lingered in my memory.

I deeply disliked her polite and gentle manner towards me; I practically hated her attitude. But I was powerless to change it, and could only let the torment in my heart torment me every day. I was nearly driven mad by this unventable emotion.

Finally, I couldn't bear the torment any longer. I dared not see her again; I was afraid I would lose control, become impulsive, and hold her in my arms once more, kissing her sweet cherry lips fiercely, caressing her alluring body, stripping her naked, pinning her beneath me, making her moan softly beneath me, surrendering to my hard penis.

I dared not go to Linlin's house again. After work, I went to a small tavern alone, ordered two dishes and a bottle of baijiu, and drowned my sorrows in alcohol. The pungent liquor poured down my throat, but my longing for her grew even more wildly and intensely, like weeds after a spring rain.

I quickly downed an entire bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). My head started to spin, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. My mind went blank, with only one thought constantly flashing through my mind: "I have to see her. I absolutely must see her, even if I die right after seeing her, I have to see her immediately." This thought swirled in my mind, growing stronger and stronger.

I staggered out of the small hotel and walked unsteadily towards Linlin's house. I don't know how I got to Linlin's house; I only remember the look of astonishment on Linlin's mother's face when she opened the door for me. Seeing my condition, she quickly helped me inside and laid me on the sofa. Then, she wrung out a towel with cold water and carefully wiped my face, saying with concern, "Xiao Liang, why did you drink so much? Drinking like this is bad for your health."

I closed my eyes wearily, and Linlin's mother's soft little hands gently wiping my face gave me immense pleasure. After wiping my face, Linlin's mother sat beside me, gently massaging my forehead, and asked softly, "Xiao Liang, what's wrong today? Why did you drink so much?"

I placed my hand on her small hand that was gently massaging my forehead, took it off, and hugged it to my chest. Linlin's mother gently struggled but couldn't break free, so she let me hold it tightly in my palm. I said in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, I feel terrible. I've been feeling terrible these past few days."

Hearing this, Linlin's mother understood a lot. She sighed softly and said gently, "Silly child, don't overthink it. Auntie knows why you're upset. Relax, forget about those things. Auntie doesn't blame you."

I sat up abruptly, looking directly at Linlin's mother's pretty face, and said, word by word, "Auntie, you don't know. You don't know what I'm thinking."

Seeing my agitation, Linlin's mother instinctively leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance between us, and frowned, saying, "Xiaoliang, it's late now, and you must be tired. Go and rest. Auntie is tired too, and wants to rest early." She then stood up.

I grabbed Linlin's mother's hand and pleaded, "Auntie, can you stay with me a little longer? I'm feeling really troubled. Can you talk to me for a bit?"

Linlin's mother was pulled back down to sit, and said helplessly, "Then Auntie will stay with you a little longer. Get some rest later, okay?" I nodded, holding Linlin's mother's soft little hand tightly without letting go. Linlin's mother didn't pull her hand away either, letting me hold her.

I calmed my turbulent emotions, quickly organized my thoughts, and began to tell Linlin's mother about how Linlin and I fell in love. I movingly recounted my deep affection for Linlin, and my unwavering devotion and silent waiting since graduating high school. I described the happy times we shared.

At the most poignant moments, tears welled up in my eyes, and Linlin's mother, moved by my deep love for Linlin, also had tears in her eyes. Then, I began to describe the first time I met Linlin's mother, and how she helped and influenced me. I explained how my initial respect and affection developed into admiration and praise, and finally, a deep infatuation.

At first, Linlin's mother listened calmly to my story, but her pretty face slowly flushed red with embarrassment, though she never showed any anger. When she heard how infatuated I was with her, how I longed for her day and night and how I struggled with inner turmoil, Linlin's mother finally lost her composure. Her face burning with shame, she got up to leave. I reached out and grabbed her beautiful shoulders, forcing her to turn around and face me.

Unable to break free, Linlin's mother was forced to face me, her face flushed with embarrassment. She pleaded, "Xiaoliang, please don't do this. Auntie is old. You and Auntie aren't suitable. Your love should belong to Linlin. I don't want Linlin to be sad."

Looking at Linlin's mother's pleading face, I felt very sad. My love for Linlin and my infatuation with Linlin's mother were intertwined. I held Linlin's mother's beautiful shoulders with both hands, looking at her with complicated eyes. Linlin's mother's body trembled slightly, and her soft skin seeped into my palms through her clothes. That warm and smooth feeling finally made my infatuation with Linlin's mother outweigh my love for Linlin.

With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled Linlin's mother into my arms. Startled, she looked up at me, and without hesitation, I lowered my head and kissed her alluring, rosy lips. Linlin's mother struggled fiercely in my embrace, but my hold on her was firm, her lips sealed by my kiss, and she couldn't break free.

I kissed the seductive woman in my arms deeply, forcefully prying open her tightly clenched teeth with my tongue, exploring inside and enveloping her smooth, delicate tongue, entwining them together. Linlin's mother's struggles grew weaker and weaker, gradually ceasing, and her slender arms slowly wrapped around my neck.

I leaned down and pinned Linlin's mother beneath me, passionately kissing her alluring, rosy lips. After a long while, I slowly released her mouth, gazing at the beautiful woman beneath me, now aroused. Linlin's mother's face was flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing heavy.

I gently kissed Linlin's mother's cheeks, my lips slowly caressing her delicate skin, from her smooth, jade-like forehead to her slightly trembling eyelids, her straight nose, her rosy lips, and her delicate, white chin.

I kissed her gently, my hands simultaneously slipping inside her clothes, caressing her smooth, alabaster skin, her soft, high, virgin-like breasts, and her smooth, delicate abdomen without an ounce of excess fat. As I kissed her face and my hands roamed her exquisite body, Linlin's mother's clothes became disheveled, revealing glimpses of her snow-white, delicate skin, instantly filling the room with an atmosphere of boundless spring.

I whispered her name in her soft, small, white ear: "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, my Xiaoya..."

Linlin's mother's face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, a soft moan escaping from her nose, as melodious as heavenly music. Unable to suppress my burning desire, I swept her up in my arms, carrying her light and boneless body quickly towards the bedroom.

Only after I gently laid her on the bed, rolled over, and pressed myself against her soft body did Xiaoya, Linlin's mother, seem to awaken from a dream. She hurriedly tried to push me away, pleading anxiously, "Xiaoliang, we can't do this anymore, please don't..."

Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with mine, kissing her tenderly yet passionately. My hands slipped inside her clothes, caressing her breasts and kneading them. Gradually, Xiaoya was drawn back into the abyss of desire. We rolled onto the bed, embracing each other.

As I caressed her fair and delicate skin, I removed her clothes one by one. When my lips left her cherry lips, Xiaoya was left only in her underwear, her exquisite curves and fair, delicate skin completely and utterly revealed before my eyes.

I gently stroked Xiaoya's incomparably beautiful and alluring body, marveling at the exquisite masterpiece created by the Creator, so beautiful and mesmerizing.

I caressed her, admiring her, unable to tear myself away. Xiaoya, however, was already blushing and at a loss, sometimes covering her face with her hands, sometimes covering her breasts with her hands, and finally covering her face with her hands and pressing her arms tightly against her breasts, turning her back to me and curling up.

I stopped caressing her, quickly took off my clothes, gently turned Xiaoya's body around, slowly pulled down her only remaining underwear, and gently but firmly removed her arms, letting her show me her whole body. Xiaoya struggled slightly when I removed her arms, which were covering her, but feeling my determination, she no longer resisted and obediently closed her eyes, revealing her beautiful body.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her snow-white, delicate skin, kissing it inch by inch, over her jade-like complexion. Xiaoya stroked my hair, her body trembling slightly. My lips slowly moved towards that sacred place. Xiaoya moaned softly. I gently parted her long, slender legs, revealing her pink, flower-like vulva to me.

I inhaled her fragrant scent, pressing my lips heavily against hers, my tongue parting the delicate, clam-like flesh of her vulva, probing deeply inside, licking and scraping the tender inner walls. Smooth, honeyed fluid gushed from deep within her vulva, which I greedily sucked into my mouth, savoring the sweetest nectar in the world.

Xiaoya unconsciously lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, her pink buttocks slightly raised, her slender waist twisting gently. She grasped my hands, our fingers intertwined. My hands were tightly clasped, my tongue freely invading her tender little hole, finally my lips tightly pursed her little clitoris, my tongue gently probing it. Xiaoya finally couldn't withstand the intense stimulation, losing herself in lust, releasing my embrace, her delicate body writhing wildly.

I released Xiaoya's little hole, stood up, and pressed my whole body against hers, holding her tightly in my arms. I raised my hard, iron-like penis and thrust it into her pink little hole. Xiaoya let out a soft moan and hugged me tightly, a tear slowly streaming down her half-closed eyes. I tenderly kissed the tear away from her cheek and gently began to thrust my penis in and out.

Xiaoya's vagina was already wet from my kisses, and my gentle thrusts made it even wetter. I began to thrust faster and harder, one arm around Xiaoya's back, the other free to caress and knead her soft, delicate body.

I lifted her slender legs, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper, and Xiaoya obediently let me do as I pleased. I thrust in and out forcefully, each time penetrating deep, reaching the very core of her being. Xiaoya's fair, jade-like, delicate arms clung tightly to me, her fingers gripping me so tightly that her nails left deep marks on my back.

As my thrusting quickened, Xiaoya's vagina secreted more and more fluid, making my thrusts smoother and smoother. Xiaoya's soft, jade-like skin brought me unparalleled pleasure. While thrusting forcefully into her vagina, I continuously kneaded her tender skin, and also licked and gently bit her snow-white breasts with my mouth. Xiaoya, as if losing her mind, groaned loudly, her hands stroking my body vigorously, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

We were entwined passionately. Waves of ecstasy washed over us, one after another. I clenched my teeth, refusing to let my ejaculation stop, while Xiaoya had already climaxed several times and was utterly exhausted. Our sweat mingled and flowed onto the bed. Xiaoya was completely drained, her body aching and weak, and I was also drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

Finally, a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me, and my ejaculation stopped, my hot semen shooting into Xiaoya's vagina. Reluctantly sliding off her beautiful, alluring body, I collapsed beside Xiaoya. I rolled over and held her tightly in my arms, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Waking from a comfortable sleep in the early morning, I moved my arm and found myself still surrounded by her warm, soft body. A sweet feeling welled up inside me. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by tenderness and love. I realized that my face was pressed against Xiaoya's snow-white, soft breasts, nestled in her gentle embrace, my right arm still tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

Xiaoya's face was full of tenderness, though her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just been crying. Seeing me wake up, she gently kissed my cheek and sighed softly, "Xiaoliang, how can we face Linlin like this? How can we ever see her again?"

Seeing her sorrowful expression, I felt a pang of heartache and pulled her into my arms, gently kissing her lips. I said, "Xiaoya, I love you, and I love Linlin too. Don't worry, Linlin is like my life, and I will cherish her. You are my life too. I will love and cherish you both for the rest of my life, and I will never let you suffer any injustice." Hearing my words, Xiaoya sighed softly, snuggled into my arms, and held me tightly.

From that moment on, Xiaoya and I were like newlyweds, enjoying each other's love every day. Gradually, Xiaoya opened up and became less shy during sex, naturally enjoying the endless pleasure I brought her with my deep love. In her loving home, we made love passionately—in the bedroom, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter, and even on the toilet. Our figures, tightly embracing and entwined, left traces of our passionate lovemaking, and our love fluids were everywhere.

Nourished by my love, Xiaoya grew more beautiful and radiant each day. Her face regained a youthful glow, making her exceptionally beautiful and incomparably glamorous.

Linlin finally finished her studies and returned to our side, temporarily ending Xiaoya's endless intimacy. We started to return to our old ways, but I could still see the deep love Xiaoya had for me in her eyes.

Linlin praised her mother's stunning beauty, complimenting me on how well I took care of her. Xiaoya, hearing Linlin's praise, blushed and hid in the kitchen under the pretense of cooking. I seized the opportunity to propose to Linlin, and she shyly accepted.

I finally married Linlin as I had wished. Linlin's youthful and beautiful appearance, her delicate and vibrant body, brought me a different kind of enjoyment. I couldn't help but secretly thank God for giving me such a beautiful and alluring mother and daughter.

After the wedding, Linlin and I lived with Xiaoya, ostensibly to help take care of her mother. Linlin and I were inseparable when we were together, and Xiaoya was very satisfied to see us so loving.

The honeymoon flew by, and a month quickly passed. Linlin and I reluctantly returned to our respective jobs from our blissful honeymoon and started our normal work routines.

On my second day back at work, it was Linlin's turn to work the night shift. Linlin pouted and kissed me on the cheek several times before reluctantly going to the hospital. Once again, only my mother-in-law, Xiaoya, and I were left at home.

In front of Linlin, I always behaved properly, addressing her as "Mom" with utmost politeness, just like anyone else would address their mother-in-law—both courteous and respectful. She, too, treated me with the same warmth and distance a mother-in-law shows her son-in-law, but I could see a special kind of love for me in her eyes. Now, Linlin was working the night shift at the hospital, leaving just the two of us at home.

After dinner, under my intense gaze, my mother-in-law, Xiaoya, understood the meaning in my eyes, gave me a playful glare, and with her pretty face flushed red, disappeared into the kitchen. I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV, completely oblivious to what was on, only hearing the gurgling of water from the kitchen. The water continued for a while, but Xiaoya's mother-in-law didn't come out.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I quietly went into the kitchen. There stood Xiaoya by the sink, her back to me, slowly washing the dishes, seemingly lost in thought. Her petite, curvaceous body instantly ignited my desire. I quietly moved behind her. Xiaoya, preoccupied with washing the dishes, didn't notice me at all. I

pulled her into my arms from behind. Xiaoya was startled, turned around, and seeing it was me, her pretty face flushed even more. She said coquettishly, "Don't do this, Xiaoliang, let me go..." as she spoke, swaying her alluring body.

I chuckled and leaned close to her small, fair ear, gently nibbling her soft earlobe as I whispered, "Xiaoya, I've missed you so much. I want you to stay with me today."

Xiaoya shyly turned away and pushed me away, saying, "You're bullying me when Linlin isn't home. I'm your mother-in-law now, your mother. How can you treat me like this?"

I pulled her into my arms and gently kissed her lips, whispering, "My dear Xiaoya, I've missed you so much. Stay with me today, Xiaoya, Xiaoya's mom, my dear mom."

As I kissed her, I slipped my hand inside her bra, grasping her two incredibly soft, delicate, and fair breasts and gently kneading them. I possessed Xiaoya's mouth, and I kneaded her breasts, quickly drawing her into a state of lust, causing her to pant.

Seeing Xiaoya's alluring appearance, consumed by desire, I swept her up in my arms and carried her quickly out of the kitchen to the bedroom. Soon, we were naked together again. I passionately kissed her fair and alluring body, caressing her jade-like skin and bones. Xiaoya clung to me tightly, her previous dignified and elegant demeanor completely gone. I thrust my erect penis deep into her body, pumping vigorously. Xiaoya responded passionately, and the room was instantly filled with a seductive, spring-like atmosphere.

Whenever Linlin was on night shift at the hospital, Xiaoya and I would be entangled in passionate embraces, continuing our sweet and intense love. When Linlin was home, I would snuggle up with her.

Xiaoya knew that my love for her was the same as my love for Linlin, so she didn't feel lonely when I was with Linlin. On the contrary, because she shared my love with her daughter, she always felt a sense of guilt towards her daughter. She kept urging me to spend more time with Linlin and to give more love to her daughter. To this, I, of course, gladly complied. And so, I lived an incredibly happy and sweet life with these two beautiful mother and daughter.

There is a kind of love in this world that is like a cup of rich, aromatic coffee, leaving an endless aftertaste; a kind of love that is like a fine wine, growing more fragrant with age; a kind of love that is unforgettable every time you recall it; a kind of love that stirs a faint melancholy deep within your heart when you dream of it at midnight. This kind of love is called first love.

My first love began in high school. Actually, it wasn't really first love; it should be called unrequited love or one-sided crush. It was a girl named Linlin who sat in front of me. She had a ponytail, delicate features, and fair, smooth skin.

First love has no reason. I don't know when I started to have a crush on her. I only know that in the year before graduation, I would silently recite her name every night as I drifted off to sleep.

Every day, I walked into the classroom with anticipation. During class, I would silently gaze at her beautiful back, my heart filled with sweetness. I remembered every word she said to me, constantly rehearsing it in my mind. Every time I thought of her, it was like eating a sweet candy, my heart overflowing with sweetness.

However, due to my overly shy personality, my feelings for her remained deeply hidden in my heart, and I never confessed them to her. Until graduation, she was admitted to medical school, and I was admitted to teachers' college. We went our separate ways and lost contact. But I never forgot her. Whenever I recalled her smiling face, a tender feeling welled up in my heart, and a faint melancholy slowly surrounded me.

Four years of university passed quickly. I hadn't had a girlfriend, not for any other reason than that beautiful figure had completely occupied my heart; there was no room for anyone else. I firmly believed we would meet again. After graduation, I became a teacher as I wished. A year later, Linlin also graduated and returned. She was still the same as before, so pure and beautiful.

At a class reunion, I unexpectedly learned that she didn't have a boyfriend either. I was overjoyed and finally mustered up the courage to confess my feelings for her all these years, displaying an extraordinary composure and confidence that I had honed in the classroom over the past year.

Linlin was moved by my words. She looked at me in surprise, a blush creeping across her pretty face. Although many people pursued her in university, for various reasons, she hadn't found someone to entrust her life to, someone to whom she could spend her life.

That day, during my emotional story, she was moved by my persistence and my deep feelings for her. Linlin agreed to my request, and I was overjoyed, thinking I had finally won the heart of my beloved. Little did I know this was just the beginning.

Linlin and I began dating. I cared for her and cherished her like the most delicate flower, and every moment with her was filled with sweetness. Linlin was completely immersed in my deep love for her.

After a full year of getting to know each other, Linlin finally decided to introduce me to her mother. I knew that Linlin's father had passed away when she was very young, and her mother had never remarried, raising Linlin single-handedly. Linlin deeply loved her mother and felt profound gratitude towards her.

This decision to let me meet her mother meant that Linlin had officially accepted me. Perhaps some people wouldn't understand, but in our area, the first meeting with a girlfriend's family is a very solemn ceremony.

To prepare for this meeting, I subtly tried many times to find out what Linlin's mother liked, but Linlin wouldn't say until the day before, when she dragged me to buy a whole bunch of things supposedly her mother liked. Looking at these bags, I was puzzled. These things didn't seem like the hobbies of a middle-aged woman; they seemed more like things a young girl would like. Only a beautiful tea set made sense.

Seeing Linlin's sly and smug expression, it suddenly dawned on me: I'd been tricked by this cunning little girl. She was using the guise of being a mother to really take advantage of me. I affectionately pinched her delicate, white nose.

I got up early in the morning, carefully tidied myself up, and rushed to the place I had arranged to meet Linlin before heading towards her house. It was my first time visiting Linlin's home. Her house was in the west of the city, not far from mine, just a few streets away; it was a quiet and elegant neighborhood.

As Linlin entered her house, I quickly looked around. Linlin's house wasn't large, only about fifty square meters, but it was very clean and tidy. A faint fragrance permeated the air, revealing a woman's unique thoughtfulness and giving off a special sense of warmth.

As soon as Linlin entered the room, she shouted, "Mom, Xiaoliang is here! He bought you lots of gifts!"

A gentle voice came from the kitchen: "This child, why didn't you tell Mom you were coming? You're so naughty, you don't act like a girl at all, shouting as soon as you walk in."

With that, Linlin's mother came out of the kitchen. Petite and slender, similar in height to Linlin, she wore loose-fitting loungewear with an apron tied around her waist. The loose loungewear didn't conceal her slender figure; rather, the apron accentuated her delicate waist, giving her a relaxed and comfortable beauty. Her

long black hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of her head, loose and effortlessly chic, creating a sense of ease and comfort. She looked somewhat like Linlin, delicate yet mature, appearing so dignified and elegant. Her fair face was slightly pale, and her frail, delicate appearance naturally inspired a desire to protect her.

I quickly smiled and said, "Hello, Auntie."

Linlin's mother smiled at me and said, "Xiaoliang's here. Please sit down. Linlin didn't tell me beforehand, and look at all the things you bought." She took the things from my hands and led me to the sofa.

Linlin's mother gracefully sat down beside me and said, "Linlin often mentions you when she gets home. You two were classmates, right?"

I sat down a little awkwardly beside her, and upon hearing the question, I quickly replied, "Yes, Auntie, we were high school classmates."

Linlin's mother smiled and looked me over, noticing my nervousness and shyness. Her eyes lit up with joy and affection, and she began to talk to me softly. Linlin's mother's voice was gentle and pleasant, and the tenderness and affection in her words quickly put me at ease, and I no longer felt reserved.

During our conversation, I learned that Linlin's mother, like me, was also a teacher, teaching Chinese. This gave us more common topics to discuss. Before we knew it, it was noon. Linlin's mother stood up and said, "Xiaoliang, have lunch at Auntie's house and try Auntie's cooking."

Linlin had already jumped up and headed straight for the kitchen. I quickly stood up to go to the kitchen to help, but Linlin's mother quickly stopped me and dragged Linlin out of the kitchen as well.

Linlin looked at me proudly and said, "How about it? Isn't my mom great? Actually, my mom's cooking is even better. Be careful not to bite your tongue when we eat later."

I affectionately pinched her small nose and said, "Auntie is really amazing. I learned a lot from you just now. These teaching experiences are things I didn't learn at school. Your mom's students are so lucky to have such a good teacher."

Linlin playfully wrinkled her cute little nose and said, "Of course! I did so well in my studies back then, all thanks to my mom." Then she giggled.

While Linlin and I were chatting intimately, Linlin's mother had already prepared the meal. We quickly helped her set the table and sat down around it. To be honest, Linlin's mother's cooking skills were truly superb; the dishes were refreshing, delicate, and delicious. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal. Watching us eat so heartily, Linlin's mother's expression radiated tenderness and love.

After dinner, Linlin and I argued over who would wash the dishes, playfully bickering as we did so. Linlin's mother sat quietly in the living room, listening to our laughter coming from the kitchen. She was completely captivated. Since Linlin's father passed away, this house had always been cold and quiet, never as lively as it was today. My arrival today filled the house with warmth again; this was the atmosphere a normal family should have.

This deep affection enveloped her, making her completely immersed in it. Only when I had to say goodbye and go home did Linlin's mother reluctantly see us off, repeatedly urging me to come visit often.

From then on, I became a regular at Linlin's house. Every day after work, I would pick Linlin up, and we would go back to her house together. I would help Linlin's mother cook, and after dinner, we would either go out to play or chat at home. I especially enjoyed discussing teaching issues with Linlin's mother after dinner. Linlin's mother had a wealth of teaching experience and could always help me at crucial moments.

With Linlin's mother's help, my skills improved, the quality of my teaching got better and better, my students enjoyed my classes more and more, and I respected Linlin's mother more and more. Later, whenever Linlin was on duty at the hospital, I would go to her house to keep her mother company. Whenever I arrived, I would immediately start discussing work with her mother, leaving Linlin standing there. Linlin would then pout her cute little lips and complain that her mother had stolen her boyfriend, which would make her mother and I laugh out loud.

Linlin received a notice that she needed to go to a large hospital in the provincial capital for a year of advanced training. Although she was very reluctant, she decided to obey the arrangements for her work. Before she left, we had a meal together at Linlin's house.

After dinner, Linlin solemnly entrusted her mother to me, asking me to take good care of her in her place. She sternly warned me that if I didn't take good care of her mother and came back to find her mother thinner, I would be in big trouble. I accepted the task with trepidation.

Linlin left reluctantly, going to the provincial capital city a thousand miles away. I stayed at home, meticulously carrying out my mission, taking good care of Linlin's mother. Every day, as usual, I went to Linlin's house after work, cooked and ate with Linlin's mother, and discussed various issues with her afterwards.

To my surprise, although Linlin isn't with me right now, I don't miss her as much as I should. When I'm with Linlin's mother, her dignified and elegant demeanor makes me feel incredibly comfortable, and her gentle and considerate words warm my heart. Her appearance, similar to Linlin's, with its delicate features yet mature charm, makes me feel an unusual sense of closeness.

Every time I look at Linlin's mother, so elegant and beautiful yet so incredibly gentle, I feel a strange tenderness, as if she weren't my girlfriend's mother, my future mother-in-law, but rather my long-time mentor, my confidante. As our discussion grew more animated, a faint blush would appear on Linlin's mother's slightly pale face. That blush, like a young girl's shy blush, paired with her fair and delicate skin, made Linlin's mother look incomparably beautiful.

I was often captivated by Linlin's mother's extraordinary beauty, and the thought of gently holding her in my arms and protecting her often arose in my heart. I was quite surprised by this; how could I have such thoughts about my girlfriend's mother?

I had deeply remorsefully rebuked myself, warning myself never to have such thoughts again, but when I faced Linlin's mother again, this feeling involuntarily arose, uncontrollable, and I could only bitterly endure it. I've realized that I'm now infatuated with Linlin, just like I was with her in high school. The difference is, now I'm infatuated with Linlin's mother.

I take care of her as meticulously as I used to care for Linlin, and Linlin praises me highly on the phone. But I can only smile bitterly to myself, trying to recall every good thing about Linlin and the wonderful times we spent together, hoping to dilute my infatuation with her mother. However, the effect is completely the opposite. Compared to Linlin, her mother's gentleness, elegance, maturity, and poise only intensify my infatuation. I'm deeply immersed in this, unable to extricate myself. Linlin's mother, however, remained completely oblivious to my strange behavior, treating me with the same gentle, considerate, and loving kindness.

Linlin had been away from home for half a year, only returning twice—once for May Day and once for National Day—allowing me to temporarily escape my desires. But with Linlin's departure, my love for her mother only intensified, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Autumn arrived, and I repeatedly reminded Linlin on the phone to keep warm and avoid catching a cold. Linlin readily agreed, also telling me to take care of myself and my mother, and to look after her. I absentmindedly agreed. But things didn't go as planned. Linlin's mother finally fell ill. Due to the sudden drop in temperature, her chronic gastritis, which had been pre-existing, flared up.

Actually, Linlin's mother had already shown signs of illness before the onset of her illness. She looked very tired, her face was even paler, and she ate very little. I assumed it was from working at the school, which made me very worried, and I kept urging her to rest. But when I arrived at Linlin's house that day, I saw Linlin's mother retching in the bathroom, her face ashen. I was terrified and quickly helped her to the hospital. After the doctor examined her, she was put on an IV drip.

Linlin's mother, afraid that Linlin would be worried if she found out, firmly prevented me from calling Linlin and insisted on hospitalization. Helpless, I had to take Linlin's mother home after the IV drip finished.

I told my parents about Linlin's mother's condition and asked for leave from school, staying temporarily at Linlin's house to take care of her. Linlin's mother was very weak at this point. Due to anemia, she could only lie in bed; even slight movement made her dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

Looking at Linlin's mother lying weakly in bed, my heart ached. Her face was pale, her petite and frail body covered tightly by the blanket, and a large IV drip hung at the head of the bed. She looked so haggard, but this did not conceal her stunning beauty; instead, it added a poignant beauty that evoked pity and tenderness. I searched for some recipes online and made her some milk and yam paste, which is said to treat gastritis caused by stomach yin deficiency.

I carried the carefully prepared milk and yam paste to Linlin's mother's bedroom, placed it on the bedside table, and fed it to her spoonful by spoonful. I fed her very carefully, blowing on the paste to cool it down each time, afraid of burning her.

Linlin's mother looked at me gratefully, her eyes glistening with tears. Seeing that Linlin's mother was having difficulty drinking while lying down, I stopped, gently sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully reached my hand under her fair and delicate neck. I gently lifted her soft body and placed her in my arms. When Linlin's mother's warm, soft, and fragrant body nestled against me, I almost lost control; my heart was pounding.

I forced myself to control my emotions, held Linlin's mother close, rested my chin on her head, and, holding the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, slowly fed her the yam paste. Linlin's mother blushed with embarrassment at my posture, but only in this way could she eat more smoothly without spilling the yam paste onto the bed. After feeding her, I put the bowl back and gently wiped the traces from the corner of Linlin's mother's mouth with a prepared towel.

Linlin's mother blushed even more, her shy expression as alluring as a young girl's. I almost kissed her tender red lips. Forcing myself to remain calm, I helped Linlin's mother back to bed, closed the door, and let her rest. This was the first time I had touched Linlin's mother's body, and the soft, warm feeling was unforgettable.

That evening, I carefully prepared a bowl of chicken soup and fed it to Linlin's mother in the same way. This time, although I was still incredibly excited, I was much calmer thanks to my efforts to control myself. Linlin's mother seemed to have adapted to my method, appearing relaxed and natural. I quickly made myself a simple meal, cleaned up the dishes, and then leaned against the headboard to keep Linlin's mother company.

Linlin's mother said softly to me, "Xiaoliang, I'm so grateful for your care today. I can tell you're a thoughtful and considerate boy, very good at taking care of others. I feel much more at ease knowing you're there to look after Linlin."

My face flushed slightly, and I said shyly, "Auntie, Linlin repeatedly told me to take good care of you before she left. I haven't fulfilled my responsibility; I'm truly sorry."

Linlin's mother looked at me lovingly and said, "This isn't your fault. I've had stomach problems for many years. I was afraid Linlin would worry if she knew, so I didn't let you tell her. Xiaoliang, don't worry, Auntie can see you're a good boy." "Zi, Linlin has always been carefree and never cared about herself. You'll have to take good care of her from now on."

I nodded in agreement, blushing, but secretly thought to myself, "Not only will I take good care of Linlin, Auntie, I'll also take good care of you. I want you to experience the feeling of being loved and cared for by a man again."

Linlin's mother and I chatted aimlessly, one half-lying on the bed and the other sitting on the edge of the bed against the headboard. The room was quiet, with only our soft voices. The orange bedside lamp cast its light on us, and under the orange light, Linlin's mother's pale face appeared rosy.

The ancients said that a beautiful woman is best appreciated under lamplight, and that's absolutely true. Under the warm, orange light, Linlin's mother looked so beautiful and elegant that I was mesmerized. The room was filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Seeing that it was getting late, I helped Linlin's mother lie down, tucked her in, and turned off the light so she could rest. Then I tiptoed out of her bedroom. Back in Linlin's room, I was filled with sweet memories of every moment spent with her, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

After a while, just as I was drifting off to sleep, there was a sound at the door to Linlin's mother's bedroom; it seemed she had left. I quickly got up, turned on the light, and went to the living room. Linlin's mother was slowly walking towards the bathroom, supporting herself against the wall. Seeing me, she said shyly, "I needed to go to the bathroom. I didn't mean to wake you."

Linlin's mother was wearing a thin silk nightgown, and her petite figure looked so frail. I quickly grabbed one of my coats and draped it over her small frame, then helped her to the bathroom door, saying, "Auntie, next time you need to go to the bathroom, just call me, and I'll help you. It's so cold now, please keep warm."

Linlin's mother said apologetically, "It's okay, I can manage by myself. You go back and rest."

I knew Linlin's mom was embarrassed to let me see her go to the restroom, so I watched her go in and then went back to her room to wait. After a while, the restroom door opened, and I quickly went out. I saw Linlin's mom supporting herself on the door as she came out. Just as she stepped out, she swayed and almost fell to the ground. I rushed over to support her, put my hands under her knees, and pulled her into my arms.

Linlin's mother, her legs dangling in my arms, looked shy and pitiful. She whispered, "Xiaoliang, Auntie was just a little dizzy, but I'm fine now. Put Auntie down."

Holding Linlin's mother's light body was effortless, like holding a baby. Her soft, boneless body gave me immense stimulation. I tried my best to control my emotions and whispered to Linlin's mother, "Auntie, you're very weak right now and shouldn't move around too much. Let me take you back to your room." With that, I carried that incredibly alluring body towards Linlin's mother's bedroom. I gently placed Linlin's mother back in bed, covered her with the blanket, and then returned to Linlin's room.

That day, the constant contact with Linlin's mother's delicate body filled me with immense excitement, keeping me awake at all. Each time I relived that boneless, supple feeling, I was thrilled. I finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn.

For three consecutive days, I carefully tended to Linlin's mother after her IV drips. My bond with Linlin's mother deepened; when she looked at me, a blush would often rise on her pretty face, making her incredibly beautiful.

After three days, at Linlin's mother's insistence, I went back to work, but I still spent every night at Linlin's house. Under my meticulous care, Linlin's mother gradually recovered her health. We'd reached a point where we could talk about anything, becoming incredibly close. The difference was that my feelings for Linlin's mother were the deep love a man has for a woman, while Linlin's mother's love for me was like a loving mother's, treating me completely like her child.

Linlin's mother's birthday was approaching, and because Linlin lived in the provincial capital, her mother, worried about her work, insisted she not come home. Disappointed, Linlin made a special request on the phone that I give her mother a grand and warm birthday celebration to express her gratitude for her mother's love and care over the years. I readily agreed.

Linlin's mother's birthday arrived amidst my secret, meticulous preparations. That evening, I went home to Linlin's house early. Before Linlin's mother got off work, I decorated the house. The living room was covered with ribbons, each a bright red ribbon with wishes like "Happy Birthday, Mom!" and "May Mom grow younger every day!" I also cooked a table full of Linlin's mother's favorite dishes and a large pot of noodles, then waited quietly for her to come home from work.

At six o'clock, Linlin's mother returned home on time. Hearing the sound of the key turning in the door, I quickly stood by the door. Linlin's mother pushed open the door and came in. She was startled to see me standing there to greet her, but then, seeing the room filled with ribbons and colorful silks, and the birthday wishes written on them, her face flushed with joy, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes.

I presented her with a bouquet of bright red roses and softly said, "Happy birthday, Auntie!" Linlin's mother trembled as she held the roses, tears streaming down her face. I gently embraced Linlin's mother's alluring body, lightly kissed her delicate, smooth face, and whispered, "This kiss is on Linlin's behalf. Linlin asked me to say to you: Happy Birthday, Mom. Thank you for raising Linlin all these years."

Linlin's mother couldn't help but hug me tightly, burying her face in my arms and shedding tears of happiness. I gently held this dignified and elegant woman in my arms, stroking her pink back, feeling infinitely content.

We blew out the candles and ate noodles. Then, as if by magic, I produced a bottle of red wine and poured a full glass for both Linlin's mother and me. Holding my glass, I stood up and looked at Linlin's mother with tenderness, saying, "I'd like to toast you, Auntie. First, happy birthday! And may you grow ever more beautiful and youthful." I then downed my glass in one gulp.

Linlin's mother, moved, repeatedly thanked me and also downed her glass. Setting down her glass, Linlin's mother's face was flushed, and she looked incredibly beautiful. I then poured us a second glass of wine, raising my glass to Linlin's mother and saying, "This second glass is on Linlin's behalf, a toast to Mom, to thank you for all the meticulous care you've given me over the years, raising me to adulthood. Linlin wishes Mom continued good health and happiness."

Linlin's mother's eyes welled with tears as she murmured, "Linlin has grown up, she knows how to love her mother now." With that, she downed her glass in one gulp. When Linlin's mother put down her glass, she was clearly struggling with the alcohol; her pretty face was flushed red, her eyes were watery, and her delicate lips were cutely upturned, a far cry from her usual dignified elegance, making her appear charming and alluring.

I poured a third glass of wine, sat down beside Linlin's mother, gently put my arm around her delicate shoulders, placed the glass in front of her, and softly said, "This third glass is a toast from Linlin and me to you. We wish you eternal happiness, and we will always love you."

Linlin's mother couldn't refuse our heartfelt blessing and excitedly downed her glass of red wine in one gulp. When she put down her glass, she was already swaying slightly. She leaned entirely against me, barely managing to sit up in her chair with my support. Having drunk three glasses of red wine in succession, I too was starting to feel the effects. Looking at Linlin's mother's captivatingly intoxicated state, I found myself unable to control myself any longer.

I held Linlin's mother tightly around the waist and said with a smile, "Auntie, you must have suffered a lot raising Linlin all by yourself."

My words reminded Linlin's mother of the ups and downs of the past years, and she couldn't help but sigh and say, "Yes, it's really not easy for a weak woman like me to raise a child. Fortunately, Linlin has been obedient since she was little, otherwise how could I have endured it?" As she finished speaking, her eyes reddened and she was about to shed tears again.

"These past few years, I've been both a mother and a father. No matter what happens at home, I have to solve it all by myself. I don't even have anyone who can help me."

I asked curiously, "Then why don't you find a suitable person?"

Linlin's mother said shyly, "I'm so busy usually, I have to go to work and take care of Linlin at home. I don't have time to think about these things. Besides, no one likes a woman with a child."

Looking at Linlin's mother's shy expression, she was like a young girl in love, incredibly cute. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but tease her, "Now that Linlin's all grown up, aren't you planning to find someone suitable?"

Linlin's mother became even more shy. The red wine was still strong, and the effects were rising. She leaned into my arms, lowered her head, and said shyly, "Auntie's too old. Who would like an old woman?"

I couldn't resist reaching out and grasping Linlin's mother's delicate chin, lifting her flushed, beautiful face. Looking at her tenderly, I said, "Who says Auntie's too old? Auntie is so beautiful..." "Liwenya, I like women like you the most. Your mature and elegant charm is something those young girls can never match."

Linlin's mother shyly turned her head, trying to get rid of my fingers. I was drunk and grabbed her chin forcefully, forcing her to face me. Then I whispered in her delicate ear, "Auntie, the kiss just now was for Linlin. Now I want to kiss you for myself, to thank you for your thoughtfulness and help these past few days, okay?" Before Linlin's mother could speak, I kissed her cheek.

Linlin's mother wanted to refuse when she heard that I wanted to kiss her, but seeing that I was only kissing her cheek, she let me have my way. I held her tightly in my arms, my lips pressed firmly against her delicate face. Linlin's mother felt a long-lost masculine scent envelop her, his hot lips pressed against her cheek. His young face still had a faint stubble, tickling her prickly yet pleasantly. She couldn't help but close her eyes, a long-lost feeling welling up within her.

By this time, I was completely under the influence of alcohol. Seeing Linlin's mother contentedly close her eyes, allowing me to kiss her, I was overjoyed and kissed the beautiful, alluring woman in my arms even more recklessly. After kissing her cheek, I kissed her smooth forehead, gently kissing the tip of her delicate nose along its bridge, and finally, I kissed her alluring red lips.

The moment I kissed her lips, Linlin's mother began to struggle, trying to break free from my kiss. I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her deeply. Soon, Linlin's mother was lost in my passionate kiss. Her pearly teeth parted slightly, her fragrant tongue protruding, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her fragrant mouth, sucking on the sweet saliva, conquering every inch of her mouth.

Under the influence of alcohol, Linlin's mother lost her rationality, and her body, which hadn't been loved by a man in a long time, gradually became aroused. I only felt the alluring body in my arms suddenly become hot. Without realizing it, Linlin's mother's hands wrapped around my neck.

I scooped up Linlin's mother's legs, and with a surge of strength, lifted her onto my lap, letting her nestle against me. I caressed her alluring body, kissing the lovely woman in my arms deeply, a burning desire igniting within me.

My left hand encircled her slender neck, while my right hand slipped inside her bra, quickly reaching her soft, high breasts. The soft, delicate, and incredibly elastic flesh thrilled me; I vigorously kneaded her jelly-like skin, especially the small bump on her nipples, which I couldn't resist. As I kneaded her harder, Linlin's mother trembled involuntarily.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the soft, elastic feel, I reached my hand between her legs. My fingers roamed over her smooth, soft belly, across a patch of delicate pubic hair, until I reached that tender, warm, mysterious place. It was already wet; a gush of fluid, warm and slippery, flowed from between the soft, clam-like folds.

I inserted a finger, gently rubbing inside, and Linlin's mother couldn't help but moan loudly. My entire palm covered that softness. At this moment, Linlin's mother sat on my lap, nestled in my arms, her face flushed with shyness, her clothes disheveled by my actions. Her former elegance and grace had vanished; deep lust dominated her, replacing it with a face full of sexual desire.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I placed this incredibly alluring woman on the bed and quickly stripped her of all her clothes, revealing her fair and delicate body. Her skin was smooth and warm like jade, and due to the alcohol, a slight pink tinge appeared, making her even more tempting.

Her jade-like skin, her round and fair breasts, and her youthful, firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. Her flat stomach was free of any excess fat, and her slender waist and cute navel were partially concealed. Her trembling breasts still held a virginal pink hue, with pale areolas lightly surrounding her nipples. Her entire body seemed to radiate a holy glow in the moonlight.

I began to greedily savor this incomparably beautiful body before me. My lips slowly moved down from Linlin's mother's forehead, exploring her fair forehead, delicate cheeks, small nose, tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes, delicate ears, tender cherry lips, and exquisite chin. My burning lips didn't miss a single spot. Reluctantly, my lips traced her delicate face and long, slender neck, finally settling on her fair and tender body.

I kissed her fair and delicate skin passionately, kissing every inch of her skin, not even sparing her armpits. I put every finger and every toe into my mouth, savoring each one with my tongue. I spread her long, pink thighs wide open, revealing her pink vulva. The two delicate pink labia slowly opened as her thighs parted, and her cute little clitoris peeked out, half-concealed.

I parted her beautiful petals with my tongue, gently licking her adorable clitoris. Slowly, the clitoris swelled and hardened, and Linlin's mother seemed to let out a soft moan, her legs involuntarily opening slightly.

I passionately plunged my tongue all the way into her warm, moist, and fragrant vagina, greedily sucking. Linlin's mother arched her slender waist upwards with soft panting, her vagina gushing out copious amounts of nectar. I sucked the nectar into my mouth; the slightly sour nectar was so sweet and delicious, like fine wine.

I passionately kissed Linlin's mother's vagina, my tongue plunging deep into her vagina, licking and scraping the inner walls of her vagina. I brought Linlin's mother to the peak of desire. She writhed wildly, her snow-white body trying to gain even greater pleasure from my kisses, moaning loudly. Her long, beautiful hair, disheveled from her frantic movements, fell haphazardly onto the bed, the contrast of her jet-black hair against her snow-white body creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, throwing them off, and pressed myself heavily onto her incredibly alluring body. My penis was already rock hard, veins bulging. I thrust my thick penis inside. Linlin's mother could no longer restrain herself; she tightly embraced me, her wet vulva welcoming my penis.

My penis plunged in without resistance, all the way to the hilt. Linlin's mother let out a satisfied moan, her fair, lotus-root-like arms spreading out to tightly embrace my back. I began to thrust forcefully. Linlin's mother moaned softly with each thrust, those melodious moans like the strongest aphrodisiac, stimulating my blood to surge, making me more and more powerful with each stroke. For a moment, boundless passion filled the room, the only sounds being the slapping of our bodies and alluring moans.

I thrust hard into the woman beneath me who drove me mad, her snow-white body supple and boneless, allowing me to position her in all sorts of seductive poses. My brain, pounding with the effects of the alcohol, was already in a semi-mad state. I showed no mercy to the soft, delicate body beneath me, only frantically thrusting against this incredibly alluring form.

My rock-hard penis pounded left and right inside her tender vagina, completely disregarding the fact that this beautiful vagina hadn't been touched by a man in a long time. I was simply seeking insane pleasure from her delicate body. Her snow-white, tender skin drove me mad, I couldn't get enough of it, and the soft, smooth touch made me want to devour this incredibly tempting body whole.

I greedily kissed and licked the snow-white, delicate body beneath me, unable to resist gently nibbling. Soon, her fair skin was covered with red teeth marks, and soft moans escaped from below. Waves of

pleasure surged like the tide, and I gritted my teeth, enduring each thrust, seeking even greater satisfaction. My penis repeatedly entered and exited her tender little hole, each insertion penetrating to the hilt. I held her delicate body tightly in my embrace, our bodies seemingly merging into one. Linlin's mother had long since lost her senses, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure, limp and powerless in my arms, letting me do as I pleased.

Another wave surged, and an overwhelming pleasure finally overwhelmed me. All my strength, along with the scalding semen, shot deep into that tender little hole. I collapsed onto the bed, holding that snow-white, soft body in my arms, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the two naked bodies tightly embracing on the bed. The snow-white, delicate, petite body was curled up like a kitten in the young man's arms, her beautiful, delicate face pressed against his chest, sleeping soundly with a face full of happiness and contentment.

The sunlight made her delicate body slightly uncomfortable, and she shifted slightly, but the young man immediately pulled her into a tighter embrace. The woman obediently snuggled closer to him. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. She abruptly broke free from his embrace, her pretty face turning deathly pale, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. This woman was Linlin's mother, and the young man was me.

Linlin's mother awoke from her warm, comfortable sleep, suddenly realizing she was lying naked in my arms, and I was just as naked. The waves of soreness in her lower body clearly indicated that she and I had engaged in an inappropriate relationship. The gentle and elegant woman was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning, unable to believe such a thing had happened. She trembled uncontrollably

, at a loss for what to do. I also jolted awake, dumbfounded by the scene before me. I hurriedly scrambled out of bed, only to see our clothes scattered haphazardly around the room, the bed a mess, and Linlin's mother kneeling naked on the bed, her face deathly pale, clutching a garment of unknown origin to cover her high, white breasts.

I frantically and clumsily put on my clothes, while Linlin's mother, as if suddenly awakened, frantically dressed herself. Suddenly, Linlin's mother burst into tears. Ignoring my disheveled state, I hastily fled Linlin's house.

After escaping from Linlin's house, I wandered aimlessly, skipping school, my mind a complete mess. I was deeply infatuated with Linlin's mother, but I never imagined I'd end up with her under these circumstances. How could I face Linlin afterward? How could I face her mother? Linlin was my first love; her beauty and purity captivated me. I loved her as much as my own life. Her mother's gentleness, elegance, maturity, and poise were even more mesmerizing; having her was my greatest satisfaction. I was so infatuated with both mother and daughter, unable to let go. What should I do? Linlin's mother had lost her virginity to me under these circumstances; how would she see me? I dared not face her; I feared that in her despair and rage, she would kill me without mercy.

For three days straight, I didn't dare go to Linlin's house. Sorrow and anguish tormented my heart. I didn't know how Linlin's mother was doing, and I couldn't face her. But the overwhelming longing kept pressuring me, making me constantly think about Linlin's mother. After a fierce internal struggle, I finally made up my mind: no matter what, I had to face reality, even if Linlin's mother would kill me the moment she saw me, I had to see her one last time.

After dusk, I knocked on Linlin's door again. The door slowly opened. Linlin's mother let me in, without showing the anger I had imagined. She looked at me quietly and calmly. I stammered, unable to speak, only feeling guilty and unable to look at her. I stood before her with my head down, as if admitting my mistake, and whispered, "Auntie, I...I'm sorry to you...and sorry to Linlin. I didn't mean to...I...really didn't mean to...You can hit me, you can scold me...Auntie...no matter how you punish me, I won't fight back. Auntie, I just want your forgiveness."

Linlin's mother sighed softly when she saw me like this, and pulled me to sit on the sofa. I still kept my head down, unable to face her. Linlin's mother said softly, "Xiaoliang, about what happened that day, Auntie won't completely blame you. Auntie also made mistakes. The fact that you came to see Auntie proves that you are a good boy who is willing to admit your mistakes and take responsibility. Let's forget about it, let's pretend it never happened, okay?"

Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise. Linlin's mother avoided my eyes, sighed softly, and said, "Auntie knows that you and Linlin love each other very much. You love Linlin, and Linlin can't live without you. Linlin is a child with a hard life, and I don't want Linlin to be hurt. Let's forget about it, okay?"

I nodded hurriedly and agreed repeatedly. Seeing my bewildered expression, Linlin's mother patted my head with a strange feeling, stood up, and asked, "Have you eaten? Auntie will cook for you." Seeing her like that, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, and I instantly relaxed. I rushed into the kitchen and started cooking.

At least superficially, Linlin's mother and I were back to how we used to be. Every day after work, I still went to Linlin's house to cook and eat with her, and she was still as gentle and kind to me as ever. But deep down, we both felt that the other person had changed a lot compared to before. Our relationship was different now.

The natural closeness and ease we used to have was gone, replaced by excessive politeness and restraint. We seem to have become strangers again, and I dislike our current situation.

That night, my passionate lovemaking with Linlin's mother, our entanglement, didn't satisfy me enough to end this illicit affair; instead, it made me even more infatuated with her. Her snow-white, delicate skin, her petite and exquisite body, her alluring expression, and the soft moans she made after entering her tender body—those warbling moans—all lingered in my memory.

I deeply disliked her polite and gentle manner towards me; I practically hated her attitude. But I was powerless to change it, and could only let the torment in my heart torment me every day. I was nearly driven mad by this unventable emotion.

Finally, I couldn't bear the torment any longer. I dared not see her again; I was afraid I would lose control, become impulsive, and hold her in my arms once more, kissing her sweet cherry lips fiercely, caressing her alluring body, stripping her naked, pinning her beneath me, making her moan softly beneath me, surrendering to my hard penis.

I dared not go to Linlin's house again. After work, I went to a small tavern alone, ordered two dishes and a bottle of baijiu, and drowned my sorrows in alcohol. The pungent liquor poured down my throat, but my longing for her grew even more wildly and intensely, like weeds after a spring rain.

I quickly downed an entire bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). My head started to spin, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. My mind went blank, with only one thought constantly flashing through my mind: "I have to see her. I absolutely must see her, even if I die right after seeing her, I have to see her immediately." This thought swirled in my mind, growing stronger and stronger.

I staggered out of the small hotel and walked unsteadily towards Linlin's house. I don't know how I got to Linlin's house; I only remember the look of astonishment on Linlin's mother's face when she opened the door for me. Seeing my condition, she quickly helped me inside and laid me on the sofa. Then, she wrung out a towel with cold water and carefully wiped my face, saying with concern, "Xiao Liang, why did you drink so much? Drinking like this is bad for your health."

I closed my eyes wearily, and Linlin's mother's soft little hands gently wiping my face gave me immense pleasure. After wiping my face, Linlin's mother sat beside me, gently massaging my forehead, and asked softly, "Xiao Liang, what's wrong today? Why did you drink so much?"

I placed my hand on her small hand that was gently massaging my forehead, took it off, and hugged it to my chest. Linlin's mother gently struggled but couldn't break free, so she let me hold it tightly in my palm. I said in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, I feel terrible. I've been feeling terrible these past few days."

Hearing this, Linlin's mother understood a lot. She sighed softly and said gently, "Silly child, don't overthink it. Auntie knows why you're upset. Relax, forget about those things. Auntie doesn't blame you."

I sat up abruptly, looking directly at Linlin's mother's pretty face, and said, word by word, "Auntie, you don't know. You don't know what I'm thinking."

Seeing my agitation, Linlin's mother instinctively leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance between us, and frowned, saying, "Xiaoliang, it's late now, and you must be tired. Go and rest. Auntie is tired too, and wants to rest early." She then stood up.

I grabbed Linlin's mother's hand and pleaded, "Auntie, please stay with me a little longer, okay? I'm so troubled, please talk to me, okay?"

Linlin's mother was pulled back down to sit, and reluctantly said, "Then Auntie will stay with you a little longer, and you should get some rest, okay?" I nodded, holding Linlin's mother's soft hand tightly, and she didn't pull her hand away either, letting me hold it.

I calmed my turbulent emotions, quickly organized my thoughts, and began to tell Linlin's mother about how Linlin and I fell in love. I emotionally recounted my deep affection for Linlin, and how I had steadfastly waited for her since graduating high school. I described the happy times we had shared.

As I spoke of my deepest feelings, tears welled up in my eyes, and Linlin's mother, moved by my passionate love for Linlin, also had tears in her eyes. Then, I began to recount the first time I met Linlin's mother, how she had helped me, and the influence she had had on me. My initial respect and affection developed into admiration and praise, and finally, a profound infatuation.

Linlin's mother initially listened calmly to my story, but later her pretty face slowly flushed red with shyness, yet she never showed any sign of anger. When she heard how infatuated I was with her, how I longed for her day and night and how tormented I was, Linlin's mother finally lost her composure. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she got up to leave. I reached out and grabbed her delicate shoulders, forcing her to turn around and face me.

Unable to break free, Linlin's mother was forced to face me, her face burning with shame, pleading, "Xiaoliang, please don't do this! Auntie is old. You and Auntie aren't suitable. Your love should belong to Linlin. I don't want Linlin to be sad."

Seeing Linlin's mother pleading with me, I felt incredibly sad. My love for Linlin and my infatuation with her were intertwined. I held her beautiful shoulders, looking at her with a complex expression. Her body trembled slightly, and the soft skin seeped through her clothes into my palms. The warm, jade-like feel finally made my infatuation with her surpass my love for Linlin.

I pulled her into my arms, and she looked up in surprise. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and kissed her alluring, rosy lips. Linlin's mother struggled fiercely in my arms, but her body was held tightly by mine, and her lips were captured in my kiss; she couldn't break free at all.

I kissed the alluring woman in my arms deeply, forcefully prying open her tightly clenched teeth with my tongue, exploring inside to wrap my smooth, delicate tongue around hers, intertwining with hers. Linlin's mother's struggles grew weaker and weaker, gradually ceasing, and her slender arms slowly wrapped around my neck.

I leaned down and pressed Linlin's mother beneath me, passionately kissing her rosy, alluring lips. After a long while, I slowly released her lips, gazing at the beautiful woman beneath me, now aroused. Linlin's mother's face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was breathing heavily.

I gently kissed Linlin's mother's cheeks, my lips slowly caressing her delicate skin, from her smooth, jade-like forehead to her slightly trembling eyelids, her straight nose, her rosy lips, and her fair, delicate chin.

I kissed her gently, my hands simultaneously slipping inside her clothes, caressing her smooth, alabaster skin, her soft, high, virgin-like breasts, and her smooth, delicate abdomen without an ounce of excess fat. As I kissed her face and my hands roamed her exquisite body, Linlin's mother's clothes became disheveled, revealing glimpses of her snow-white, delicate skin, instantly filling the room with an atmosphere of boundless spring.

I whispered her name in her soft, small, white ear: "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, my Xiaoya..."

Linlin's mother's face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, a soft moan escaping from her nose, as melodious as heavenly music. Unable to suppress my burning desire, I swept her up in my arms, carrying her light and boneless body quickly towards the bedroom.

Only after I gently laid her on the bed, rolled over, and pressed myself against her soft body did Xiaoya, Linlin's mother, seem to awaken from a dream. She hurriedly tried to push me away, pleading anxiously, "Xiaoliang, we can't do this anymore, please don't..."

Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with mine, kissing her tenderly yet passionately. My hands slipped inside her clothes, caressing her breasts and kneading them. Gradually, Xiaoya was drawn back into the abyss of desire. We rolled onto the bed, embracing each other.

As I caressed her fair and delicate skin, I removed her clothes one by one. When my lips left her cherry lips, Xiaoya was left only in her underwear, her exquisite curves and fair, delicate skin completely and utterly revealed before my eyes.

I gently stroked Xiaoya's incomparably beautiful and alluring body, marveling at the exquisite masterpiece created by the Creator, so beautiful and mesmerizing.

I caressed her, admiring her, unable to tear myself away. Xiaoya, however, was already blushing and at a loss, sometimes covering her face with her hands, sometimes covering her breasts with her hands, and finally covering her face with her hands and pressing her arms tightly against her breasts, turning her back to me and curling up.

I stopped caressing her, quickly took off my clothes, gently turned Xiaoya's body around, slowly pulled down her only remaining underwear, and gently but firmly removed her arms, letting her show me her whole body. Xiaoya struggled slightly when I removed her arms, which were covering her, but feeling my determination, she no longer resisted and obediently closed her eyes, revealing her beautiful body.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her snow-white, delicate skin, kissing it inch by inch, over her jade-like complexion. Xiaoya stroked my hair, her body trembling slightly. My lips slowly moved towards that sacred place. Xiaoya moaned softly. I gently parted her long, slender legs, revealing her pink, flower-like vulva to me.

I inhaled her fragrant scent, pressing my lips heavily against hers, my tongue parting the delicate, clam-like flesh of her vulva, probing deeply inside, licking and scraping the tender inner walls. Smooth, honeyed fluid gushed from deep within her vulva, which I greedily sucked into my mouth, savoring the sweetest nectar in the world.

Xiaoya unconsciously lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, her pink buttocks slightly raised, her slender waist twisting gently. She grasped my hands, our fingers intertwined. My hands were tightly clasped, my tongue freely invading her tender little hole, finally my lips tightly pursed her little clitoris, my tongue gently probing it. Xiaoya finally couldn't withstand the intense stimulation, losing herself in lust, releasing my embrace, her delicate body writhing wildly.

I released Xiaoya's little hole, stood up, and pressed my whole body against hers, holding her tightly in my arms. I raised my hard, iron-like penis and thrust it into her pink little hole. Xiaoya let out a soft moan and hugged me tightly, a tear slowly streaming down her half-closed eyes. I tenderly kissed the tear away from her cheek and gently began to thrust my penis in and out.

Xiaoya's vagina was already wet from my kisses, and my gentle thrusts made it even wetter. I began to thrust faster and harder, one arm around Xiaoya's back, the other free to caress and knead her soft, delicate body.

I lifted her slender legs, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper, and Xiaoya obediently let me do as I pleased. I thrust in and out forcefully, each time penetrating deep, reaching the very core of her being. Xiaoya's fair, jade-like, delicate arms clung tightly to me, her fingers gripping me so tightly that her nails left deep marks on my back.

As my thrusting quickened, Xiaoya's vagina secreted more and more fluid, making my thrusts smoother and smoother. Xiaoya's soft, jade-like skin brought me unparalleled pleasure. While thrusting forcefully into her vagina, I continuously kneaded her tender skin, and also licked and gently bit her snow-white breasts with my mouth. Xiaoya, as if losing her mind, groaned loudly, her hands stroking my body vigorously, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

We were entwined passionately. Waves of ecstasy washed over us, one after another. I clenched my teeth, refusing to let my ejaculation stop, while Xiaoya had already climaxed several times and was utterly exhausted. Our sweat mingled and flowed onto the bed. Xiaoya was completely drained, her body aching and weak, and I was also drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

Finally, a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me, and my ejaculation stopped, my hot semen shooting into Xiaoya's vagina. Reluctantly sliding off her beautiful, alluring body, I collapsed beside Xiaoya. I rolled over and held her tightly in my arms, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Waking from a comfortable sleep in the early morning, I moved my arm and found myself still surrounded by her warm, soft body. A sweet feeling welled up inside me. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by tenderness and love. I realized that my face was pressed against Xiaoya's snow-white, soft breasts, nestled in her gentle embrace, my right arm still tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

Xiaoya's face was full of tenderness, though her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just been crying. Seeing me wake up, she gently kissed my cheek and sighed softly, "Xiaoliang, how can we face Linlin like this? How can we ever see Linlin again?"

Seeing her sorrowful expression, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken and pulled her into my arms, gently kissing her lips. I said, "Xiaoya, I love you, and I love Linlin too. Don't worry, Linlin is like my life, and I will cherish her. You are my life too. I will love and cherish you both for the rest of my life and never let you suffer any injustice." Hearing me say this, Xiaoya sighed softly, curled up in my arms, and hugged me tightly.

From then on, Xiaoya and I were like newlyweds, enjoying each other's love every day. Gradually, Xiaoya opened up, no longer shy when making love with me, naturally enjoying the endless pleasure I brought her with my intense love. In her loving home, we made love passionately—in the bedroom, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter, even on the toilet—leaving behind our tightly embracing, entwined figures, and our love fluids.

Nourished by my love, Xiaoya became more beautiful and radiant each day. Her pretty face regained its youthful rosy glow, making her look exceptionally beautiful and incomparably radiant.

Linlin finally finished her studies and returned to our side, temporarily ending Xiaoya's endless intimacy. We began to return to our old ways, but I could still see the deep love Xiaoya held for me in her eyes.

Linlin marveled at her mother's stunning beauty, praising me for taking such good care of her. Hearing Linlin's praise, Xiaoya blushed deeply and hid in the kitchen under the pretense of cooking. I seized the opportunity to propose to Linlin, and she shyly accepted.

I finally married Linlin as I had wished. Linlin's youthful and beautiful appearance, her delicate and vibrant body, brought me a different kind of enjoyment. I couldn't help but secretly thank God for giving me such a beautiful and alluring mother and daughter.

After the marriage, Linlin and I lived with Xiaoya, nominally to take care of her mother together. When Linlin and I were together, we were inseparable, and Xiaoya was very satisfied to see us so loving.

The honeymoon days passed quickly, and a month soon went by. Linlin and I reluctantly returned to our respective jobs from our blissful honeymoon and started our normal work.

On my second day back at work, it was Linlin's turn to work the night shift. Linlin pouted and kissed me on the cheek again and again before reluctantly going to the hospital. At home, only my mother-in-law, Xiaoya, and I were left again.

In front of Linlin, I always behaved properly, addressing her as "Mom" with utmost politeness, just like anyone else would address their mother-in-law—both courteous and respectful. She, too, treated me with the same warmth and distance a mother-in-law shows her son-in-law, but I could see a special kind of love for me in her eyes. Now, Linlin was working the night shift at the hospital, leaving just the two of us at home.

After dinner, under my intense gaze, my mother-in-law, Xiaoya, understood the meaning in my eyes, gave me a playful glare, and with her pretty face flushed red, disappeared into the kitchen. I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV, completely oblivious to what was on, only hearing the gurgling of water from the kitchen. The water continued for a while, but Xiaoya's mother-in-law didn't come out.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I quietly went into the kitchen. There stood Xiaoya by the sink, her back to me, slowly washing the dishes, seemingly lost in thought. Her petite, curvaceous body instantly ignited my desire. I quietly moved behind her. Xiaoya, preoccupied with washing the dishes, didn't notice me at all. I

pulled her into my arms from behind. Xiaoya was startled, turned around, and seeing it was me, her pretty face flushed even more. She said coquettishly, "Don't do this, Xiaoliang, let me go..." as she spoke, swaying her alluring body.

I chuckled and leaned close to her small, fair ear, gently nibbling her soft earlobe as I whispered, "Xiaoya, I've missed you so much. I want you to stay with me today."

Xiaoya shyly turned away and pushed me away, saying, "You're bullying me when Linlin isn't home. I'm your mother-in-law now, your mother. How can you treat me like this?"

I pulled her into my arms and gently kissed her lips, whispering, "My dear Xiaoya, I've missed you so much. Stay with me today, Xiaoya, Xiaoya's mom, my dear mom."

As I kissed her, I slipped my hand inside her bra, grasping her two incredibly soft, delicate, and fair breasts and gently kneading them. I possessed Xiaoya's mouth, and I kneaded her breasts, quickly drawing her into a state of lust, causing her to pant.

Seeing Xiaoya's alluring appearance, consumed by desire, I swept her up in my arms and carried her quickly out of the kitchen to the bedroom. Soon, we were naked together again. I passionately kissed her fair and alluring body, caressing her jade-like skin and bones. Xiaoya clung to me tightly, her previous dignified and elegant demeanor completely gone. I thrust my erect penis deep into her body, pumping vigorously. Xiaoya responded passionately, and the room was instantly filled with a seductive, spring-like atmosphere.

Whenever Linlin was on night shift at the hospital, Xiaoya and I would be entangled in passionate embraces, continuing our sweet and intense love. When Linlin was home, I would snuggle up with her.

Xiaoya knew that my love for her was the same as my love for Linlin, so she didn't feel lonely when I was with Linlin. On the contrary, because she shared my love with her daughter, she always felt a sense of guilt towards her daughter. She kept urging me to spend more time with Linlin and to give more love to her daughter. To this, I, of course, gladly complied. And so, I lived an incredibly happy and sweet life with these two beautiful mother and daughter.

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