Incestuous

At sixteen, I experienced my first urge to be with a mature woman. Although nothing happened, I never imagined that years later, things would turn out differently. So, who says, "There's nothing new under the sun"?

Speaking of which, when I was young, I lived with my parents in "Kong Tsui Terrace" in Chai Wan. It was a small unit, but it was enough for the three of us. I remember there was a restaurant in the complex—I won't advertise for them here—a small, down-to-earth Chinese restaurant. During the day, we'd have drinks and dim sum, and in the evening, seafood and side dishes.

My parents were both civil servants; not wealthy, but comfortably middle-class. We often ate there. I remember that year, a female minister suddenly arrived, igniting my desire for women. I initially thought I was only interested in girls my own age, but after seeing her demeanor, figure, and attire, I was surprised to find she was a hundred times more attractive.

It was a Sunday morning, and my parents and I went for tea. We were greeted by a female minister, around thirty years old. She spoke with a slight regional accent, and although she spoke fluent Cantonese, it was easy to tell from the endings of her words that she was from mainland China.

At that time in Hong Kong, mainland China hadn't officially taken over, and many newly arrived compatriots worked in ordinary service industries. I didn't have much affection for them, but she was different. Her gentle and beautiful voice captivated my young soul.

Of course, the main reason was that she was a beautiful woman from the North. She had fair skin, shoulder-length hair, and a round face with a pointed nose. The most distinctive feature was her wide jawline. Although she had a square face, her features were so exquisite and perfect that she looked truly beautiful overall, somewhat resembling a young Brigitte Lin. She wasn't tall, about 5 feet 3 inches, but she had a superb figure with a full bust, a slender waist, and a pair of long, beautiful legs.

I don't know if it was due to her background or the restaurant's standards, but her clothing was very conservative and old-fashioned. She wore a white shirt underneath a narrow black suit jacket, a black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black patent leather high heels.

This outfit was quite ordinary in the restaurant; almost all the female department heads and managers dressed like that. I was young and never thought that a woman several years older than me could be attractive, so I didn't pay any attention to her until my father said to her,

"Sister Ling, you look so beautiful today, radiant with happiness. Do you have a date after work? Hehehe!" Although my mother was sitting right next to him, she knew my father well. He liked to talk a lot, but he was also a well-behaved and respectful man, so she politely smiled back.

Sister Ling replied, "Oh dear, thank you, Mr. Huang, you're so funny! But no, I'll just be the same as usual. Come on, let me treat you to some snacks?" She waved for the snack cart, took two baskets of snacks, put them down, and signed the receipt, indicating that the extra charge for tea and snacks would be waived.

My mother, of course, knew that my father had good relations with the restaurant's staff, and besides these benefits, he could avoid queuing when it was crowded, so she didn't mind him doing this.

But his words made me look at him more closely. The woman in front of me was really beautiful. Her shy, sweet smile after hearing the compliment, and the way her half-undone shirt revealed her chest when she bent over to write—I stared at her intently. My father continued flirting with her, but I couldn't hear him. I was only focused on the fleshy legs that peeked out from under her skirt as she turned to leave.

The skirt wasn't exactly simple, but the slit was high, and I could clearly see most of her thigh. How could it be so sexy under those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings? I had a strong urge to reach out and touch it, and even more so, to peek at what lay beneath her skirt.

I remember that after that moment, I kept watching her throughout the entire meal, observing her flirtatious manner as she talked to customers, and how she casually took off one of her high heels when she stopped to rest by the counter. I longed to grab her beautiful foot and kiss and smell it. After all, I was too naive back then and didn't know the techniques of peeking. Many times, she noticed my lustful gaze, but perhaps she treated me like a child. Every time our eyes met, she would politely nod and smile sweetly.

That day, after returning home, I couldn't help but hide in the bathroom, fantasizing about her fleshy legs, and take care of myself.

I discovered that, except for Sundays, Sister Ling worked the night shift. Every day around three o'clock, she would ride her bicycle up the slope. Later, I found out that she actually lived in a public housing estate near "Hing Wah Estate," a very small unit of about 300 square feet. Coincidentally, I finished class at 2:30 every Wednesday, and I would rush home to wait for her to ride her bicycle past at the bottom of the slope.

Since she lived very close, she was used to changing into her work clothes at home and then riding her bicycle to work. She wore a black blouse, a short black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, but with white sneakers. While it might seem a bit dated, on this beautiful woman, it looked incredibly sexy. Wearing skirts while cycling is quite common in mainland China, Taiwan, or Japan, but Hong Kong girls are always very concerned about showing too much skin, feeling like they've ruined their figure. But really, what's the big deal?!

Sometimes I arrive early and have to stand there for twenty minutes to see Sister Ling cycling up the slope, but when I see those beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings swaying up and down, when she sweats and breathes as she pushes herself up the slope, and when I occasionally catch a glimpse of her underwear, it's truly worth it!!

Until that day, I remember it was also a Wednesday. I was waiting for her at the street corner as usual, but she was late. Perhaps because she was in a hurry, she accidentally bumped into the iron railing halfway up the slope and fell to the ground, damaging the front wheel of her bicycle.

I saw her sitting on the ground with obvious scrapes and sprains around her ankles, so I immediately ran over to check on her. By then, passersby on the street were also watching.

She clutched her right foot in pain, and I sat down beside her, saying,

"Sister Ling! Are you alright?!"

She looked at me several times but didn't recognize me, though she said, "Ah...ah...I'm fine...I just twisted it...Who are you?"

I replied, "I'm 'Jiaqin,' Huang Sheng's son...you know...a customer at your restaurant, a family of three~"

She thought for a moment and then remembered me, since we went there for dim sum almost every week, and sometimes when my mother didn't cook, we would go for dinner on Sunday nights too.

Sister Ling said, "Oh, right, it's you... I'm so clumsy! How rude of me... Ah..."

I reached out and placed my hand on her ankle, gently rubbing it a couple of times. I was very excited; this was the first time I had physical contact with my dream girl. At first, she wanted to avoid me, but seeing my concerned expression, she let me rub it gently.

"Ouch!! That hurts~~~ Don't be so rough..." These words struck a chord with me. I don't know how many times I had fantasized about her saying that. How alluring it was when she said those words! They made me feel both pity and love for her.

I had no choice but to stop and said, "Sister Ling, you can't just sit here. Come on, let me help you up!"

She noticed the stares from those around us and reached out to press on my shoulder. I then slipped my right hand under her armpit and down her back. Besides lightly touching her bra that covered her large breasts, I immediately smelled the sweat under her armpit.

Oh!! This was the first time I'd ever smelled a mature woman's body odor! Sister Ling's sweat wasn't smelly at all; instead, it had a hint of soap and a very strong fragrance—an indescribable scent. I felt a surge of electricity run from my nose to the back of my head, followed by a rush of blood to my genitals.

I tried to help her up, but the pain caused her to lose her balance when she put weight on her right leg, so I immediately pulled her into my arms. You see, although I was only sixteen at the time, I was a basketball player on the school team, standing at 5'11", so I could easily hug the 5'3" petite woman.

After we hugged, she kept saying, "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" But she still couldn't put weight on her right foot. I enjoyed the hot beauty holding me for a moment until she finally found her balance and leaned on me to stand up.

I helped her to the bicycle, and when she saw that the front wheel was bent into a ball, she was distressed and said, "Oh no!!! It's terrible, it's broken... I'm already late..."

I said, "Sister Ling, don't worry, my friend works at a bike shop, changing the front wheel won't be difficult, don't worry! I'll help you up to the restaurant first, then I'll come back to get the bike for repair, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Sister Ling looked at me with a bit of tears in her eyes and said, "This... how can I accept this? This has nothing to do with you..."

I laughed and said, "Don't be silly, it's a small thing! Is it still painful? Let me help you..."

But after we walked a few steps, she still couldn't continue, so without saying a word, I stood in front of her, bent over, and said, "Sister Ling, if you don't mind, I can carry you on my back!"

In this situation, how could she mind? She gently leaned against my back. Her bra was very thin and soft, and I could clearly feel that her breasts were really big and firm.

After I carried her on my back, I reached out and supported her thighs. The warm feel of her silk stockings against her skin was a completely different experience! I even carefully pulled down her short skirt to make sure she wasn't exposed. Seeing me do this, she confidently clasped her hands around my neck.

Actually, she was very light, so the uphill walk wasn't strenuous at all; on the contrary, it was the most enjoyable part.

Upon entering the restaurant, the staff were resting after the tea service. A waitress saw me carrying Sister Ling and immediately rushed over, saying,

"Sister Ling!! What happened?! Are you alright?!"

Sister Ling, still on my back, replied, "I had a bicycle accident. It's nothing serious, just a sprained ankle!"

A moment later, more staff and chefs surrounded us. One of the pastry chefs exclaimed, "Wow!! It's really swollen! Does Manager Liang know?!"

A female employee immediately ran inside, and another waitress said, "Oh dear, if Manager Liang knew his wife was like this, he'd be heartbroken!"

At that moment, I realized that Sister Ling was already married, and even the manager of this restaurant. That must be why she worked here! A pang of jealousy shot through me, but I told myself, "How could such a beautiful young woman not have a man? How foolish!"

A short while later, Manager Liang arrived. I'd often run into him before; he was a thin, middle-aged man, and I'd occasionally see him smoking at the back door of the restaurant. Judging by his appearance, he was probably more than ten years older than Sister Ling.

When he came to me, instead of asking about Sister Ling's injuries, he asked who I was. I replied, "Me?! I'm a regular here... I saw Sister Ling's accident and wanted to help..."

His face darkened as he said, "Ah~ thank you for your trouble, but... could you put my wife down?!"

I immediately put Sister Ling down on a chair, feeling embarrassed, after all, I had a guilty conscience. But Sister Ling said angrily,

"What kind of attitude is this?! Someone saved your wife and even carried me up the slope, why are you jealous?!"

He also said in a very strong tone, "I didn't say I wasn't grateful, but he could have come up to us for help first, and I could tell from his expression that he was quite pleased!!"

These words left the employees present speechless, and they all felt that he was in the wrong, so they pretended to leave and turned their attention away.

Sister Ling said again, "You're really unreasonable! I've taken leave! Come on, Jiaqin, can you carry me outside to catch the bus?"

I didn't dare to move, but I said, "Of course..."

Manager Liang, however, got angry and grabbed Sister Ling, wanting to carry her, saying, "Don't be stubborn! Saying these things to upset me won't help! Come on, I'll carry you~"

Sister Ling pushed him away with one hand, waved for me to come forward, and I immediately did so. This only made Manager Liang angrier. He glared at me and said, "Kid, you try and see if I'll lift you up!!"

Seeing that I didn't move, Sister Ling stood up and hopped towards me on one leg, saying to Manager Liang, "Are you crazy! Don't touch me!!!"

I then caught her and let her slowly climb onto my back. Manager Liang really wanted to get rough with me, but luckily the chefs behind him pulled him back, saying, "Manager, don't..." "You're arguing, just let her go, don't do anything rash..."

The waitresses were very protective of Sister Ling, stepping forward to separate us, saying, "Please don't do this... It's a small matter, the child meant well..."

Another waitress whispered to me, "Then... why don't you take her to the clinic by taxi? Come on, Auntie has some money here, if you have time, you can go with her, okay?!" Then she stuffed a hundred dollars into my hand.

Sister Ling behind me started crying, saying, "Waaah... Jiaqin, I'm sorry, I've troubled you, don't pay attention to him, he's mentally ill... Come on! Let's leave quickly!"

So I quickly carried her outside, and when we got to the street, we hailed a taxi and got in together.

In the car, Sister Ling said to the driver: "No, Xinghua Village~"

I asked: "Sister Ling, don't you need to see a doctor?"

She replied: "Of course not for this kind of injury. I used to get injured often in the countryside, and I would just do it by myself. Ah, by the way, Jiaqin, Sister Ling is fine, you'd better go home first, no Why don't you accompany me? I'll go home too!"

I said with a smile, "Xinghua Village is so close. I'll take you upstairs first and then go home by yourself. Don't be so polite!"

She said, "But... I'm still sorry. Isn't this troublesome for you?"

I replied: "... Actually, your husband didn't guess wrong either. "I'd be happy to take care of you too... Sister Ling is so beautiful, I... I also like to get closer to her!"

Sister Ling burst into laughter through her tears, saying, "Hehe... Me?! You really know how to tease people, but... anyway, I still thank you. If you like it, then I'll trouble you!"

I nodded with a smile. Perhaps seeing my innocent attitude, she reached out and gently took my hand in the back seat of the taxi, wiped away her tears with her other hand, and said with a smile, "Jiaqin likes to get close to Sister Ling, so get closer to her, hehe!" The moment her warm and smooth hand held mine, although I was happy, I felt that her affection was just warm love!

When we arrived at the unit in Hing Wah Estate, it was a small 300-square-foot one-living room and two-bedroom space, filled with clutter. It seemed Manager Liang's daily life was quite casual, as everything was rather messy. I also discovered that the two of them slept in separate rooms.

After Sister Ling moved the clutter off the sofa, she invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of water. Seeing that she was limping, I told her to sit down and asked,

"Sister Ling, please don't move around too much. Tell me where the liniment is?"

She said, "Um, it's in my room, under the bedside table... But Jiaqin, don't bother you. I can apply it myself after resting for a while. Sorry!"

I ignored her and went into her room without permission. I found that although her bedroom was very small, and I bumped into the bed after opening the door, it was also cluttered with things, but it was also very tidy. I smelled her scent in her room, a mature woman's fragrance.

Opening the first cabinet door, I saw it filled with her underwear. My face immediately flushed red. I picked up a pair of black cotton underwear, thinking this was her most intimate garment. For a moment, I had the impulse to take it for myself, but her voice startled me:

"Is it there? It's in the lower compartment of the cabinet." Although I had my back to her, blocking her view, I wondered if she had seen what I was doing. I immediately put the underwear back, but then I noticed a small stun gun hidden under the pile of underwear. Although I was young then, I had seen quite a few pornographic films and knew what it was. A surge of lust arose within me again. I thought: "Sister Ling outside is a real woman with physical needs!! The eroticism of beautiful women is truly wonderful!!" I

felt a slight erection in my genitals. After all, I'm a teenager, and I'm easily aroused. But I immediately closed the cabinet door and opened the bottom door. Sure enough, there were only some daily necessities, skin cream, and the like. I easily found the liniment for bruises, then immediately closed the cabinet and went back to the living room.

Before I reached the sofa, Sister Ling had already taken off her sneakers, revealing her feet beneath flesh-colored stockings. I'd never had any particular reaction to feet before, but for some reason, those beautiful feet under the stockings excited me. As I knelt on the floor, I could see that Sister Ling's short skirt had been pulled up between her thighs, revealing the bottom of her underwear.

Perhaps because Sister Ling was at home and wouldn't be paying attention, I glanced at her twice, afraid she'd notice, and immediately looked back at her feet.

It was the first time in my life I'd ever held a girl's small foot, and a mature beauty at that. My heart was pounding. I forced myself to say,

"This...here...does it still hurt?!"

She said, "Oh! Yes...that's it. It looks swollen, doesn't it?!"

I gently stroked it a couple of times. The feeling through her flesh-colored stockings was so erotic. My lower body was already completely hard, so I had to find an angle to avoid letting her see. Then, I poured some liniment into my hands, rubbed them together a few times until they warmed up, and then applied it to her ankle.

Perhaps I used too much force. I rubbed her ankles a few times, and she cried out, "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts... Be gentle..."

To me, it sounded like moaning. Her cries captivated me, and I continued rubbing a few more times, savoring her moans: "Ouch! Ouch!!" This sound was different from the one I fantasized about every night during masturbation, but it was even more alluring!

I couldn't bear to build my pleasure on the pain of this beautiful woman, so I softened my touch and gently massaged her. She felt only slight pain, but also some relief, softly moaning, "Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

This was yet another form of teasing. As I massaged, I watched her thighs throb with the vibrations, her smooth, white flesh pulsating. Her beautiful legs were straightened, making her white panties even more visible under her skirt.

"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." A hoarse moan filled my ears, and my eyes were drawn to the trembling of her beautiful legs and the glimpse of her skin beneath her skirt. I was experiencing an unprecedented pleasure, my lower body hardening as if I were about to ejaculate.

I continued massaging her, sweat beading on my face. In the small bedroom, I was enjoying the woman I had longed for day and night, gradually losing track of time.

Until she suddenly said, "Ah~ Jiaqin... you... you're tired, you can stop now, I feel so much better! Thank you, you should sit down quickly, your legs are aching from kneeling! Look, you're covered in sweat... I'm so sorry!"

I was indeed exhausted, I didn't know how long I had been massaging her, my mind still caught up in lust, I stood up stupidly and sat down beside her, panting.

Ling noticed the bulge in her lower body, and I only woke up at that moment. My height just placed it right in front of her. I saw her look startled and embarrassed, unable to look directly at me, and exclaimed, "Wow!!!"

I said "I'm sorry" while trying to cover myself with my hands, but because my leg muscles were numb, I lost my balance and fell backward to the ground.

Ling was startled again and exclaimed, "Ah! Are you okay?!" She stood up, holding onto the chair, and bent down to look at me lying on the ground. My buttocks hit the ground, and I touched my buttocks, exclaiming, "Whoosh~~~ Ouch~~~ Wow!!"

Ling looked at me nervously, but I was captivated by the voluptuousness under her skirt, staring at the white panties between her fleshy legs. She noticed my gaze and instinctively closed her legs, but that made it impossible for her to bend down and pull me up.

I knew I'd been discovered, and with my hands massaging my back, my crotch was clearly visible again. I was incredibly embarrassed, and despite the pain, I tried to get up, saying, "Ah... Sister Ling... I'm so sorry!! I'm so sorry!! I'm so heartless!!! I..."

Seeing my flushed face and the tension that seemed about to bring me to tears, Sister Ling abandoned all decorum, spread her legs, bent down, and pulled me up by the arm, helping me sit on the sofa. I didn't dare to say anything and said dejectedly, "I'm so sorry... for you!!"

Unexpectedly, Sister Ling actually sat next to me, patted my arm gently, and said with a smile: "Jiaqin, don't be like this, this... it's not a big deal, Sister Ling is not wearing underwear, you will see it when you see it. As for you..."

I became even more nervous when she heard what she said. She said, "I, I, I... it's not like that, it's just... I actually..."

Sister Ling smiled and said, "I understand... you are a young boy, and it's my fault to ask you to give me a massage... What we just did, it's normal for you to react, don't worry, Jiaqin!" I

felt relieved after hearing that she was not angry, but she felt even more embarrassed.

She sat closer, leaning against me and laughing, "I didn't expect I'd be so attractive! ... Hmm... This is actually Jiaqin's way of praising Sister Ling, isn't it? Hehehe, isn't it?"

This was the first time I had ever genuinely and sincerely appreciated a woman. Sister Ling was so kind; not only did she not mind my lustful intentions or my bad ideas about her, but she also turned around and comforted me. I couldn't help but look at her with tears welling up in my eyes.

Seeing me cry, Sister Ling became even more anxious. She brought her face very close to mine, wiped away my tears with her hand, and said, "Oh dear~ it's really nothing, Sister Ling isn't a young girl anymore, you're... so silly!

Jiaqin, you're the one who took care of Sister Ling, how could you turn around like this! I'm sincere, I'm so happy you like me!!"

As she spoke, she unexpectedly pressed her lips to mine and gave me a light kiss. I was completely taken aback by her actions and was stunned.

She paused for a moment before I regained my composure, but then she kissed me again. This time, I could finally feel her scent, warmth, and moisture. She gently parted her lips and we kissed passionately for a while, our tongues lightly touching several times before separating. She said,

"Do you like it?!"

I nodded, no longer embarrassed, and my mood calmed down.

Sister Ling said again, "That's good then. Sister Ling knows you like to be close to me... but it's just an act. You're just starting to develop, so it's normal to have these thoughts. But you're still young, so this is all we can do... Consider it Sister Ling's way of repaying your care."

After saying that, she hugged me, and I got up and left. Before leaving, she said, "See you another day. Come to the restaurant, Sister Ling will treat you to some snacks, hehe."

However, after that day, I never had the courage to face her again. Even when my parents ate there, I would never go with them. Six months later, I went to Australia to study and never saw this mature beauty again.

Ten years later, last spring, I was working as an architect at Zeshi Building in Melbourne after graduating. Life was incredibly busy, but thankfully, my girlfriend was very considerate and caring. So, although life in Australia was a bit tough, I genuinely intended to stay and settle down there.

My girlfriend, Megyn, was my university classmate. She's from Northern Ireland, and her grandfather was a first-generation immigrant to Australia. She has many siblings; she's the sixth in her family. When I first arrived in Melbourne, my English wasn't good, and I only interacted with local Chinese people.

Until my first year of university, when Megyn was my physics homework partner, she was incredibly friendly and became my first foreign friend. She not only didn't make fun of me, but she often told me that her Cantonese was a thousand times worse than my English.

I don't know if it was loneliness or curiosity, but I quickly took the initiative to pursue Megyn. She often said she liked Asians, but she never expected to actually date me. After we got together, besides me often accompanying her home and hanging out with her friends, she would also actively meet my Chinese friends and try to learn some Cantonese.

When I talked to my male friends, they always thought I was an anomaly because my first girlfriend was a foreigner, and my only sexual partner in life was a foreigner; I had never been with a real Chinese woman. I also agree that it's usually the other way around, but Megyn was very good to me, and we were very compatible in bed. She was a simple girl who didn't care much about dressing up, and she was very straightforward in bed. We would both take off all our clothes, and she would give me oral sex for a while, and then we would have missionary sex. Although it wasn't exciting, it was very comfortable.

I was nineteen when I got together with Megyn, the same age as me. Although she was a blonde, she wasn't tall, only five feet one inch, and her features were delicate and youthful. She had big blue eyes, a pointed but small nose, and apart from having a lot of blonde body hair, her figure was closer to that of a Chinese woman.

I remember when I first met her, I thought, "This Western girl has such beautiful features, how come no guys are pursuing her?" But later I learned that her friends all liked curvy girls, and many people laughed at her for having a flat chest, making her look like a little boy. But for me, a 32B figure was a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, "Like entering a fish market, after a while you no longer smell the stench; like entering a room full of orchids, after a while you no longer smell the fragrance," my girlfriend and I had been living together for seven years, and she preferred a simple sex life, which had long since become boring for me.

I remember receiving a call from my father that day, saying he was remarrying and inviting me back to Hong Kong for the wedding.

Oh, right, I haven't explained some details yet!

Shortly after I went abroad to study, things became quiet at home. My parents, perhaps feeling lost or perhaps their problems had been brewing for a while, decided to divorce. Surprisingly, my mother was the first to meet a new boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a department head, and they would visit me in Melbourne every year or two. Judging from their love story, Megyn told me it was highly likely that my mother had cheated on me, which was why my father wanted a divorce.

My father had been single for many years, and I was shocked to suddenly hear about his marriage. Megyn said it was difficult to get time off from her clinic, and since the timing was so sudden, she couldn't come back to Hong Kong with me.

I knew she had always wanted to visit Hong Kong, but since we couldn't go this time, we'd have to wait until next time.

I hadn't been back to Hong Kong for ten years. Because my father was remarrying, it wasn't convenient for me to stay at my mother's place, so I stayed at my father's instead. Besides, my mother's boyfriend was quite wealthy; they lived in a mansion on Blue Pool Road in Happy Valley. His two daughters were already married and now only lived there with my mother.

In contrast, my father still lived in his old house in Chai Wan, and he had even specially prepared my old room for me to stay in.

The morning after we settled in, my father's fiancée bought congee and fried dough sticks and brought them to our house early in the morning. I had just finished washing up when they were already waiting at the dining table.

"Hello, Jiaqin! I've seen the photos so many times, and we can finally meet! I'm 'Ke'er'!"

I was immediately startled when I saw her. The speaker was a woman who looked to be under thirty, about my age, wearing a red sleeveless shirt and a white mini-skirt. How could this be my stepmother?!

I looked at my father, not knowing how to answer, and just sat down at the table dumbly. Ke'er handed me a bowl of porridge with a big smile on her face, as if she wanted me to accept her.

Dad then said, "Eat quickly. After you finish, I'll take you to try on a dress."

Ke'er sat next to Dad and gently tapped his arm, saying, "Oh dear, Lixin! Don't be in such a hurry. Jiaqin only arrived last night. Let him rest first. What's the rush?"

I had never heard anyone call Dad by his name so affectionately before, because Mom had only ever called him "Dad" to me. Judging from her expression, I knew they had a very good relationship. I thought to myself, "Older men marrying younger women is quite common in Australia, so why make such a fuss?"

Dad indeed listened to his future stepmother. But seeing how young and beautiful she was, how gentle and generous she was, and looking at her figure and her long, beautiful legs, I thought to myself, Dad is already fifty-five years old. How could he not be completely obedient to a wife like this?

Even so, knowing they were getting married the day after tomorrow, I really couldn't waste any more time, so I insisted on going to try on clothes with my dad. Ke'er still has a lot of wedding preparations to do, and I'm glad I have some time alone with my dad.

When we arrived at the bridal shop on Prince Edward Road, I chatted while trying on clothes. He said,

"Jiaqin, I haven't seen you for four years, and you haven't had time to come back to Hong Kong. Don't blame your dad for not visiting you more often?"

I laughed and said, "Dad, I'm not a child anymore. I know everyone has their own life, even father and son... Dad, don't be too nervous. Really, you're a good dad. You've taken care of me for so many years. It's time to think about yourself and make yourself happy!" Having been

with megyn for so long, I understand a little bit about the difficulties of being a man. My father has always been like this, always putting others first. Although he appears to be a very witty and humorous person, he cares a lot about what others think. He has sacrificed a lot for the family over the years, even waiting so many years after his divorce before remarrying.

I didn't expect my heartfelt words to move him. Seeing his throat tighten and his eyes glistening with tears, he suddenly smiled and said, "Jiaqin has really grown up! Hehe, by the way, how is Megyn? I haven't seen her in a long time~"

I relaxed and laughed, "She's fine~ But her mother hinted the other day that we should get married, but I said we should get the official license first~"

My father said, "That's understandable, Megyn's sister..." "Your sisters are all married by now, and besides, you're probably the most promising one in their family, aren't you? Parents all want their daughters to marry well!"

I shook my head and laughed, "I don't know, but her sisters' husbands are really quite lazy, hahaha!! By the way... where did Dad meet Ke'er?"

He laughed and said, "It's a little embarrassing to say, we originally planned to tell you a story, but we knew..." "Since your thinking is so mature, I don't mind being honest. Ke'er is Dad's friend's daughter..."

I smiled and feigned surprise, saying, "Wow!! Dad is amazing!!"

He smiled, a little shyly, and said, "Three years ago, that winter my rheumatism flared up, and I couldn't even buy a lunchbox. Luckily, my friend lived nearby and came to take care of me. A few days later, this friend had to go out, but he was still very well..." "I arranged for my daughter to take care of me!

Ke'er was born in mainland China and has only been in Hong Kong for a few years. She practiced traditional Chinese medicine in mainland China, but after coming to Hong Kong, she wasn't recognized and couldn't find work, so she became a private caregiver. I'm so young, of course I don't need a private caregiver, but I invited her to be my TCM doctor. She accepted, and I didn't expect her to be so skilled! In less than three months, she cured all my hidden ailments, and my body is... very strong!"

I guessed After a few moments, I said, "Well, of course, she initially charged you for your consultations, but later... it became free, right?"

Dad lowered his head and smiled, "More or less... I won't go into details, but anyway, things gradually progressed! Look at Dad's complexion, doesn't he look much younger?!"

I looked, and indeed, his skin was smooth and supple, not at all like someone in their fifties. I said, "It's not necessarily because of her superior medical skills. I think it might be because of the nourishment of love!!"

He said, "No, not only that, Dad's... that... has also rejuvenated!!! Oh dear, I really shouldn't have said that to you!!"

I laughed and said, "It's alright~~~ But really, Dad has regained his former vigor! Ke'er is so young, this matter shouldn't be taken lightly!! It seems that for her own happiness, she's also willing to use..." "Give her the best medicine!!"

Seeing that I wasn't embarrassed at all, Dad continued, "Oh dear!! It's all because her medical skills are too good, this... this is why this accident happened!!"

I was startled, then suddenly realized, and said, "Oh!!! No wonder Dad was in such a hurry to remarry!! Ke'er's face is rosy, she's pregnant!!! Congratulations Dad~~"

He smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I don't know if I should congratulate her. I'm not young anymore, I don't know if I still have the strength to take care of a child, but I know Ke'er loves children, and I have indescribable joy in making her pregnant!!"

I said to myself, "I never thought I'd be a big brother!! It feels so strange, but... Dad, don't worry, I'll take good care of my little brother or sister from now on!!"

Dad said, "It's a little brother, he'll be born in four and a half months!!!"

Seeing my father's radiant smile, one I had never seen before, I went up to him and hugged him, whispering, "I...I'm so happy for you, Dad!!"

Soon, the wedding day arrived. The wedding was very simple. Because my father was an only child, we didn't have many relatives. I heard that Ke'er's father had passed away a few years ago, leaving only her mother, who was also my father's friend. The bride's relatives were all in China, so the wedding was held at a small restaurant in Wan Chai, with only five tables, all for friends. My father also arranged for a lawyer to officiate.

Everything was very simple, so I didn't need to help much; I just arrived early to help set up the small side hall.

Around 5:30, Dad told me to pick up Ke'er's mother downstairs at the restaurant. I waited there for a long time but didn't see her. Just as I was about to call to ask for directions, a familiar voice came from behind me:

"Jiaqin~~~ How are you?!"

I turned around and saw Sister Ling, whom I had known since I was young?! What a coincidence!

I said, "Sister Ling?! Wow!! What a coincidence to run into you here. It's been such a long time since we last met!! You... you haven't changed at all?!"

Although I said that, my eyes kept scanning my childhood crush. I figured she must be in her forties, but her face was still as fair and smooth as ever. Apart from being thinner and having slight wrinkles around her eyes, she really looked like she was thirty-six or thirty-seven! I looked at her again; she was wearing a black, red-trimmed, fitted short cheongsam. Her bust and waist were about the same as before, but her hips and thighs were noticeably fuller.

Strangely, this made her curves more shapely, connecting to her long, slender legs and tiny waist beneath her black stockings, giving her a mature yet sexy figure. I couldn't help but glance at her barely noticeable belly, clearly a characteristic of mature women, but this tiny bit of fat made the cheongsam fit her perfectly.

We chatted for a bit; I mentioned I had just returned from Australia, etc... But as I spoke, my mind was elsewhere, my eyes still admiring the beautiful woman before me.

I was just thinking that Lingjie's figure used to be a flawless young woman's curves, but at this moment, every part of her body seemed poised to unleash its full potential, a mature woman exuding primal feminine courtship signals. Every gesture she made was full of charm. I looked at her heavy makeup, her long, thick eyelashes obscuring her captivating eyes, and the strong scent of her perfume. For a moment, I stood there dumbfounded, staring.

Unexpectedly, Lingjie simply crossed her arms, smiling broadly as I looked her over, neither saying a word nor stopping me. After a moment, I came to my senses and said,

"Oh, right, Sister Ling, you look so beautiful, I won't stop you, but... could I have your phone number? How about we catch up sometime?" Maybe it's because I've been abroad for so long, but if it were the old me, I definitely wouldn't have dared to take her phone number!

Sister Ling smiled again, took my phone, entered her number, and handed it back to me. Then I said,

"Okay, let's make the call again~" But she lingered, which I found strange. She gently bent my arm, and I was flattered. Then I heard her say,

"Jiaqin, look at my outfit~"

I admired her black velvet cheongsam again, with red velvet stripes on the sleeves and hem, a pearl necklace, a maroon shawl, and her tightly tied hair in a bun. Although it didn't match her beautiful makeup, it was still dignified.

Seeing that I didn't react, she said, "Silly boy, who are you waiting for?"

I said, "Dad's future mother-in-law... Oh!!!!!!!!! No way~~~~" As I said this, she kept nodding.

She said, "Ke'er is my daughter from my ex-husband's time in China. A few years ago, I finally succeeded in getting her to live in Hong Kong. Don't be so surprised... I had her when I was under seventeen, I'm not an old monster! Hehehe!!"

I then understood and said, "Dad said that you are the friend who takes care of him~~ Oh... I understand!!"

As she spoke, Sister Ling bent down and led me into the restaurant. As soon as we entered, the restaurant manager greeted us warmly:

"Sister Ling!!! I just found out it's your daughter's wedding! You should have told me sooner so we could have given you a discount and made better arrangements!!"

Sister Ling said flirtatiously, "Brother Qiang, it's not too late to give a discount now!!"

The manager, Brother Qiang, exclaimed, "Wow~~ Sister Ling, what are you eating? You look younger and younger! I've been a mother-in-law for decades and this is the first time I've ever seen one so young and beautiful! Hahahaha!"

As I watched Sister Ling give Brother Qiang a red envelope, I glanced at the bride, Ke'er. The two really didn't look like mother and daughter. If Sister Ling hadn't deliberately styled her hair in a bun, they would have looked like sisters!

I escorted Sister Ling to Ke'er, and the two chatted incessantly before disappearing into the bridal chamber. With nothing else to do, I chatted with my father. He then told me that when Sister Ling was sixteen, she married young in Hubei and had a daughter. Because she was very pretty when she was young, she met a manager named Liang who worked in a restaurant. He asked her to come to Hong Kong to work, but of course, she couldn't tell him that she was married and had a daughter.

She originally planned to settle everything before making arrangements for her daughter and husband, but after arriving in Hong Kong, she found out that Manager Liang was also penniless, and she couldn't do anything about it. Two years later, her husband had remarried in Hubei and had no plans to come to Hong Kong. Her daughter was also being taken care of by her stepmother, so she gradually gave up the idea of arranging for her to come to Hong Kong.

Although she still often went back to her hometown to visit her daughter, she found that her ex-husband had become a minor official and was living a good life, much poorer than herself in Hong Kong, but she had no choice but to accept her fate. Although Manager Liang was incredibly jealous, he treated her quite well. They were together for over twenty years before officially divorcing three years ago.

As for Ke'er, her father passed away a few years ago, and through Sister Ling's arrangements, she applied to work in Hong Kong. However, after arriving, she didn't want to work at the restaurant and wanted to return to her former profession as a Chinese medicine doctor. I know what happened after that.

Sister Ling still works at that restaurant, but she's now a manager. Manager Liang, on the other hand, went back to the mainland and married a young woman!

I talked with my father for a while, and when it was almost time, the guests arrived, and the wedding ceremony officially began. I was seated next to Sister Ling, which allowed us to catch up.

The wedding was simple and quickly concluded. They didn't arrange many entertainment programs, but instead gave my father's friends the opportunity to get him drunk. The funniest part was that many friends couldn't believe that Sister Ling, so young and beautiful, was actually a mother-in-law. They all surrounded her, teasing her and wanting to drink with her.

Because of her work, Sister Ling was very friendly, and since she was in a great mood that night, she flirted with the guests. I remember my father's colleague, Brother Hua, a high-ranking official in customs, who spent the whole night clinging to Sister Ling like an ant chasing honey.

Brother Hua said, "Come on, mother-in-law, we're so happy tonight, let me toast you another glass, bottoms up!!" This Brother Hua was about the same age as my father, and by this time he was already flushed and unsteady on his feet, staring lustfully at Sister Ling's high-slit cheongsam.

Sister Ling actually had a high alcohol tolerance; she drank all night without changing her expression, but her mood was getting higher and higher. Ignoring all decorum, she let Brother Hua hold her hand, holding her wine glass, and said, "Oh dear, you insist on calling me 'mother-in-law,' but I'm much younger than you. Of course I won't drink if you call me that!!"

Seeing her flirtatious tone, Brother Hua immediately changed his tune, saying, "Ah~~ I'm sorry, it was my fault!! I'll drink one as punishment!! Yes, I should call you 'little sister,' so pretty little sister, can you drink now?" Brother Hua downed one glass, then filled another, grinning at Sister Ling.

Sister Ling smiled sweetly and downed a glass of red wine in one gulp, saying, "All done? Satisfied?"

Brother Hua, however, moved closer and closer, leaning against Sister Ling, and lewdly said, "Of course not... Come on, come on, have another drink, my beauty!!!"

Sister Ling was pleased to hear him call her a beauty, so she took his glass. I had been watching all night, feeling a little displeased, so I stood up and said, "Uncle Hua, how can you do this? Shouldn't you be congratulating the bride and groom at a wedding banquet? Why are you getting the bride's mother drunk all night? Hehehe~"

Hua Ge looked at me, his eyes glazed over from the alcohol, and said, "You... Ah... Jiaqin?! You're so grown up, hahaha... Sit down, adults are talking, kids aren't allowed to interrupt!!"

Ling Jie looked at me, and seeing me protecting her, smiled sweetly and shook her head to indicate that she was fine and could drink more. But I couldn't bear it, so I took her glass and said to Hua Ge,

"Uncle Hua, I haven't seen you for so many years, you should have a drink with this kid too, right?"

Hua Ge, seeing that I, the younger generation, wanted to offer a toast, wasn't willing to back down and said, "Okay!! But kid, your alcohol tolerance is still far from enough."

After saying that, we poured each other two large glasses and drank. When he poured the third glass, Sister Ling grabbed my hand to stop him, saying,

"Oh dear, Brother Hua, let him off the hook. Come on, let me toast you instead!"

Unexpectedly, Brother Hua, though drunk, wasn't stupid. He shook his head and said, "No! You two are working together, isn't that two against one? How fair? If we're going to drink, all three of us should drink!" After saying that, he picked up another bottle of red wine and poured her another glass.

Fortunately, at this moment, Dad and Ke'er returned to the main table. Seeing my flushed face and Sister Ling's squinting eyes, they snatched the wine glass from my hand and said,

"Ah Hua!! Stop causing trouble, hahaha, don't bully the child!!" After saying that, he immediately downed my glass of wine.

Hua Ge chuckled helplessly, "Sigh~ Who's going to bully whom is anyone's guess!! I didn't expect Jiaqin to be so bold with his drinks!! Hahaha~ Alright, Mother-in-law... no, no... Mei Mei, let's drink too~"

Ke'er immediately tried to step forward and drink in her place, but Ling Jie boldly finished hers quickly. Seeing this, Hua Ge also immediately downed his glass. I had actually drunk quite a bit earlier, and with these few quick drinks, I started to sway. What happened? At that moment, Hua Ge suddenly collapsed to the ground with a "thud," drunk.

Everyone burst into laughter. Dad and several friends immediately helped him up and laid him on the sofa beside him, where he immediately fell asleep.

Then, as the banquet drew to a close and desserts were served, the guests began to leave. Ling-jie, Dad, Ke-er, and I went to the exit to see them off. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves, offering their blessings before departing. Since there weren't many guests, it wasn't long before the four of us were left in the side hall.

Dad arranged for himself and the bride to spend the night at a hotel, leaving me to return to Chai Wan alone. Ling-jie was also staying there, so of course I was responsible for taking her home.

I got into a taxi and checked my watch; it was already past 11 PM. Ling-jie was in a great mood and kept chatting with me:

"Jiaqin, your dad said you're getting married soon, and your fiancé is a foreigner! If you're having a wedding banquet in Hong Kong, you absolutely have to invite Ling-jie!"

I laughed and said, "Not even close. I don't plan to get married so young. Besides, Ling-jie is my...

I couldn't think of a proper way to address her, but she said, "It should be... Grandma! Hahahaha!!"

I said, "Right, if I get married, why would Grandma be attending the banquet, right?!" As soon as I said that, we both laughed. Meanwhile, the driver in the front seat glanced at me in the rearview mirror, probably thinking, "How could this young woman be this man's grandma?!" "

Ling asked, "How long have you two been together?"

I said, "More than seven years! But... I don't know why, I still feel like something's not quite right..."

Ling reached out and gently pinched my cheek, saying, "Hmm! You little rascal, you dragged it out for seven years before saying something's not quite right, that's so unfair to the girl!"

I laughed and said, "That's what I think too, that's why I'm seriously considering marriage, but... knowing it's not suitable, but getting married just to be responsible, that's also wrong!" At that moment, I couldn't help but secretly glance at Ling's thighs exposed under her cheongsam. Sitting in the back seat, her cheongsam was slightly pulled up, revealing her thighs tightly encased in black stockings. Under the streetlights outside the car, her posture lacked the dignified bearing expected of an elder. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Sister Ling relaxed and spread her legs wide, her plump thighs holding endless allure in my eyes!

I don't know if the alcohol made me dull or bold, but throughout the banquet I often stole glances at Sister Ling, always when she wasn't paying attention. But at this moment, as I watched her gently sway her thigh, I stared blankly until Sister Ling suddenly said,

"What?! I've gained a lot of weight, haven't I?!" As she spoke, she lightly brushed her thigh with her hand, then turned to look at me.

I had just woken up when I replied, "No?! How could that be?! You really haven't changed... You're still as beautiful as ever!!"

Sister Ling laughed and said, "Don't tease me! How could I not have changed... Oh dear, my own daughter is married now, how can I not admit I'm getting old!"

But at that moment, I was speaking from the heart. I remembered that the uncles and aunts I knew when I was young, who were in their forties, really looked old. The woman in front of me was clearly a mature beauty, and she really didn't look old at all! Even though she was wearing a traditional cheongsam, she looked quite sexy and charming! Seeing her say that, I couldn't help but reply,

"Really, it's not like that, Sister Ling... To be honest... Just now... I was looking at your thighs, and I really... really felt something!!"

Sister Ling didn't expect me to say that. She said "Oh," then lifted her legs and gently pulled her cheongsam down a little. Her smile disappeared. She said,

"Jiaqin!! You're drunk. What are you saying? You're not a child anymore!!! Sister Ling is still your grandmother!!" After saying that, she crossed her arms and put on a stern face.

Seeing her serious expression, I immediately stopped smiling and apologized, saying, "I'm... I'm... I'm sorry..."

But then she suddenly burst into laughter, saying,

"Hahahaha~~~ Why are you so serious?! Silly boy!" Then she leaned her whole body against me, her hot body and stockinged legs pressing against me. I was really surprised and delighted, so I said again,

"Hahahaha!! Am I acting well?! I'm... I'm sorry... Hahahaha!" Not to be outdone, I gently put my hand on her shoulder, and she leaned against me naturally. I secretly placed my other hand on her waist and started tickling her. She immediately started twitching, unable to resist the tickling, laughing and trying to avoid me: "Ouch~ Wahahaha~ No!!! Stop it~ Help!!! Hahahaha!!"

I saw the driver looking in the rearview mirror, so I stopped immediately. Sister Ling also noticed the driver's expression. Seeing that I had stopped, she snuggled into my arms and lightly slapped my arm, saying coquettishly, "You're so naughty!! You know Sister Ling is most ticklish!!"

I was getting drunk and didn't care about anything else. Looking at the pretty woman in front of me, not caring who she was, I hugged her. Sister Ling didn't object at all. I guessed it had been a long time since she had hugged anyone. After all, her daughter was grown up, and she didn't have a boyfriend.

I gently hugged her from behind, feeling a sense of warmth. Ling's tied-up hair pressed against my nose, the pure atmosphere disrupted by the scent emanating from her hair. My mind started wandering back to that other thing.

Ling, however, didn't seem to mind. She leaned against me, smiling, and said, "Jiaqin~ It's so nice to be with you!!"

Seeing that she didn't resist, I hugged her even tighter. Her body was warm and soft, and the slight fat made her easy to hug. I replied,

"Me too!! It's so good to see you again, now we're...we're family..." With that, I buried my face in the hair at the back of her head, inhaling deeply.

She must have heard me say the word "family," because she then pulled my hands tightly to her chest, making our embrace even tighter. I thought to myself, wouldn't it be even better if we were embracing face-to-face?!

Just then, the taxi suddenly stopped. We both looked out the window; we were back in Hing Wah Estate. I had to let go of Sister Ling. She opened the door and turned back to say,

"Okay, then Jiaqin should go to bed early too. Thank you for taking me home."

After saying that, she opened the door and got out of the car. At that moment, I could once again fully admire her mature and sexy outfit that night, and the perfect curves of her body. I really couldn't bear to say goodbye, so I immediately took out my wallet and paid the fare. Sister Ling frowned, puzzled, but seeing my movements, she had no choice but to stand by the roadside and wait for me.

After paying the fare, I immediately jumped out of the car and went to her. She laughed and said, "Why did you get out of the car too?!"

I said, "It's late now, I'm worried about your safety, let me take you upstairs!" As I spoke, I stretched out my elbow, gesturing for her to put her arm around me, and she smiled and did so. But at the same time, she also said, "Silly boy, have you forgotten what Sister Ling does? I get off work around this time every night, for almost twenty years now, how could it be dangerous?!"

When we got to the slope, I let her lean on me for support and laughed, "What's wrong with you today?! You're dressed up so beautifully tonight. If I were a hooligan, I would have gone up and chatted with you too! Hahahaha!!"

She seemed to really like me taking her home, after all, she had drunk a lot and her steps were unsteady. She took my arm with her other hand and said affectionately, "Hahaha, you foreigner, how could you be a 'rogue'?! Hahahaha, you're even more old-fashioned than me! Hahahaha!"

We chatted and laughed, tugging at each other, and soon we were back in front of her house. After she took out her key and opened the door, I turned and left. Actually, at that moment, we were both swaying, whether from the alcohol or from laughing too much. I said,

"Okay, Grandma, you should go to sleep early! I'm going back!"

Sister Ling kept laughing, took off her high heels and handed them to me for some reason, then said, "Okay...bye-bye, my good grandson! Hahahaha!!"

I held the still-hot high heels in my hand, and I could still clearly smell Sister Ling's feet. They smelled so good, but I couldn't help but laugh and say:

"Hahahaha, why did you give me the high heels!!! Hahahaha, you're drunk!!"

Sister Ling couldn't help laughing when she saw my expression, took the shoes back from my hand, and said, "Hahahaha... By the way, why?!!! Hahahaha!!"

After she took the shoes, she suddenly closed the door, and I stayed for a while, and then said softly: "It's early... Good night~~"

So, I left in the dark corridor. Half-drunk, I looked at my watch and it was exactly twelve o'clock. I was thinking about whether I should take a bus or walk home. !

Suddenly, the door of Sister Ling's house opened. She seemed to be a little more awake. She had let down her long hair. Under the backlight, she looked more than ten years younger. She took off her cheongsam and put on a brown velvet suspender nightgown. She had not yet taken off her stockings. She shouted:

"Jiaqin, I was just stunned... Hahaha, do you have enough money for a taxi?"

I was still a little unsatisfied, so I immediately ran back to her and answered, "Yes, I do~ but I might walk home!"

She said, "No, it's midnight now, too late, you must be very tired. Here, let me give you money for the taxi!"

I took the money and looked at her closely. She looked at me and made a curious expression. I said, "Hmm~ How should I put it?! Are you going back to the restaurant tomorrow, Sister Ling?"

She smiled gently and then shook her head. I said, "I'm very happy tonight, but I'm a little reluctant to leave you here..."

Sister Ling smiled, took my hand, opened the door, and said, "Okay! Then you can sleep here with Grandma tonight~ Hehehe."

I immediately went inside and closed the door. The outside environment had remained unchanged for ten years, but I didn't expect the interior decoration to be completely new. It seemed that Sister Ling had renovated this place after her divorce from her ex-husband. Although it wasn't luxurious at all, it was very tidy. She had been living with her daughter for the past few years, so the furniture and design were very feminine. As before, there were two rooms, but the larger room was now hers. Through the crack in the door, I could see that the walls were beige with many sunflower patterns, and there were some women's clothes hanging at the foot of the bed.

The living room is clean and simple, with white walls and wooden floors, only a red sofa, a small dining table for two, and a flat-screen TV on the wall.

As Sister Ling took my hand and opened the door to her daughter's old room, she said, "Actually, I don't want to be alone either. Although Ke'er and I haven't been together for many years, I'm still not used to her moving out... So, Sister Ling was just about to invite you to stay."

I looked into the room and noticed that everything was pink. I pretended to be surprised, and Sister Ling laughed. I said,

"I was worried... that I might bother you..."

She suddenly let go and said, "Wow~ Jiaqin, you're being so formal... I like it when you 'bother' me, hahaha!" As she said "bother," she lightly tapped my arm before running out of the living room.

Seeing her so mischievous, I felt excited and chased after her. She pretended to hide, but I grabbed her waist with both hands and tickled her relentlessly. She struggled and screamed, "Hahahaha!!! Ahhhhh! No!!! Waaaaahhhhhh! Help! Stop it!! Hahahahahhhh!!!"

I hadn't expected her to react so strongly; she suddenly fell backward, and I immediately caught her, and we both tumbled onto the sofa. It was already late at night, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I stopped, and she stopped screaming. I lay on top of her, put my finger to my lips, and whispered, "Soo..." "Stop yelling, or the neighbors will call the police!"

Sister Ling smiled sweetly, her thick, long false eyelashes making her look like a young girl. We didn't realize that we were almost face to face at that moment. Until we calmed down, our eyes suddenly met, and time seemed to stand still. Her eyes were very magnetic. My hand unconsciously went to her thigh, which was covered by black stockings under her half-lifted nightgown. The excitement in my hand traveled to my brain, and I felt my private parts swell slightly.

I was enjoying this perfect moment. She was pinned down by me, her thigh was being caressed by me, but she didn't resist. Her eyes were just watery, and her cheeks were pink. But all of this was ruined by my suddenly swollen lower body.

My erection pressed firmly against the depths of her crotch. Even through her nightgown, it was still quite noticeable. Lingjie woke up immediately upon feeling the hardness, pushed me away, and I fell to the floor.

Her face was completely flushed, a stark contrast to her usual worldly, calm, and sophisticated self. Whether it was from the alcohol or something she felt guilty about, she couldn't say anything when she sat up: "This...you...sigh!"

At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, or perhaps I knew I had already missed this opportunity once, and if I missed it again, there would definitely be no next time. I got up from the floor, my eyes fixed on this mature woman I had a childhood crush on, but she deliberately avoided my gaze.

She understood my intention and was about to leave when I pounced on her like a lion on a rabbit, pinning her down on the sofa. This time she struggled, repeatedly trying to push me away with her feet, but I was much taller and bigger, and she couldn't escape at all. She kept shouting,

"No!! Jiaqin!!! Let me go... You've misunderstood!!! Ouch~~~ Let me go!!! No!!!!"

But the angrier she got, the stronger her body odor became, her unique scent, which bewitched me. I gently brought my lips to hers. At first, she was still shouting, and our lips couldn't touch, but I persisted in gently kissing her lips and lower lip. Gradually, she felt my tenderness and stopped trying to kiss me gently.

The sounds of laughter, struggles, and shouts that filled the room before culminating in the quiet kisses, were all audible to us. The stark contrast made us even more aware of who we were with and what we were doing! Our twisted relationship and illicit entanglement intensified our desires. Now that it had begun, Lingjie finally stopped struggling.

Having given up the struggle, she began to genuinely enjoy it, actively kissing me and even first slipping her tongue into my mouth. I hadn't tasted her mouth in years, and it was as sweet as I remembered!

We were kissing on the sofa, and her hands first hugged my neck, and then gradually moved around, first touching my back, and then grabbing my buttocks tightly.

We kissed wildly for a while, and both of us relaxed. There was no struggle or entanglement earlier. She hugged me tenderly and whispered in my ear: "Well~~ It's very comfortable... Jiaqin, maybe you do this... It really brings the long-lost happiness to Sister Ling~ But that's it for us. I'm almost twenty years older than you..."

I interrupted her speech with a kiss. She frowned, but there was a hint of pampering at the corner of her mouth. With a loving smile, I returned several kisses and said, "Heh... Besides, we just became relatives... I'm your grandmother now..."

I kissed her again, and this time she squinted her eyes, saying between kisses, "You... also have... a fiancée in... Australia~"

After she finished speaking, she was already aroused by my kisses, and took the initiative to hug and kiss me, even rolling around on the sofa. She rolled down to the top and then back down.

My hand tried to slip under her skirt, and after touching her stockinged buttocks, I said, "Heh...heh...um, Sister Ling...you said we can only do this...but...can we do this all night...I'd be willing to do it like this..."

Perhaps because Sister Ling was the first Chinese woman I'd been with since I became an adult, I loved every inch of her skin. Her face and neck were fair with a rosy glow, yet firm and delicate, unlike my girlfriend's skin, which was rough and hairy. After saying that, I kissed her neck and licked her earlobe, carefully enjoying every part of her.

Ling kept her eyes tightly closed, letting me kiss

her wildly, but she kept saying, "All night?!

How can you... Ohh ...

I don't know how long we kissed, but it was probably almost half an hour. I just remember that at that moment, I was so familiar with the taste of her lips, saliva, and the fragrance of her body that I became numb. But my body couldn't stop. Our hands had already caressed each other's backs, buttocks, and thighs many times, the touch as familiar as our own bodies.

I saw that Sister Ling in front of me had already closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness in my arms like a little bird nestled against me. The alcohol and the late night made her consciousness hazy, but the lights in the room and the living room were still bright. I knew that she had completely softened, so I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with half-open, squinting eyes. She knew that I was going to take her into the room, but she didn't say anything. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had a thousand words left unsaid.

I said, "My dear... don't worry, I just want you to be more comfortable..."

With that, I closed the door. The silence of the small room seemed to stir some desire within her; she shivered. I turned off all the lights, leaving only the streetlights outside.

I placed her on the bed, but unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. I wondered, who is this? Isn't this the elder who struggled to stop me from being intimate earlier?

I obediently lay down beside her, and she returned to her previous position on the sofa, embracing me and kissing me passionately. We were much more comfortable on the large bed, and we kissed passionately for a while longer, both enjoying the darkness with our eyes closed.

Perhaps we were both too tired, and the alcohol made us drowsy, so we fell asleep in each other's arms without realizing it.

Around dawn, I suddenly woke up, my heart burning. Opening my eyes, my eyes already adjusted to the light, I looked at the real woman in my arms. Her nightgown was half-on, revealing a pink floral bra with red trim. She had her plump, black-stockinged thighs straddling my right leg. The feeling of my hand against her stockings sent my thoughts to another part of my body.

The fire in my heart had come from my still-erect lower body; at this moment, it wasn't just an itch from within. Ignoring whether she was asleep, I quietly took off my outer pants and stockings. I gently slipped my right leg between hers; she was sleeping on her side, so it naturally clamped my thigh between her legs. I'd learned from our earlier intimate moments that she liked this position; it must give her some kind of pleasure.

I half-pulled off my underwear, took out my itchy, swollen penis, and couldn't help but stroke it, which slightly cooled my burning desire. In fact, just looking at her black-stockinged thighs and sexy toes clamped around me was enough to make me climax, but I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, after all, I'd been holding back all night. But I didn't dare to celebrate too soon, worried that too much movement would wake Sister Ling.

I was extremely sensitive at that moment, and soon I closed my eyes to enjoy the arrival of orgasm, but suddenly I felt a delicate hand on my genitals, grasping my penis and shaking it. I turned around and saw Ling, half-asleep, saying in a hoarse yet magnetic voice, "It must be tiring, right?! We'll just do this... let me help you release..."

Before I could answer, I felt my lower body enveloped in softness and warmth. The streetlights shone into the bedroom. We had just woken up from our sleep, our strength restored, but our will was still being pulled by the alcohol and the late night, filled with primal desire. The most natural thing for a man and a woman to do came too naturally, and no morals or ethics mattered!

Ling had just woken up, her nightgown disheveled. From my angle, I saw a beautiful woman with long hair covering her face, enjoying my manhood head to head. Her mature body was half-naked, swaying in front of me. Her nightgown was pulled up to her waist, revealing her panties covered by black stockings and two incredibly sexy, fleshy legs for me to caress.

She hadn't had a man in a long time, and quickly became aroused, her sucking becoming stronger and faster. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't help but cry out, ignoring the fact that it was already 3 AM: "Oh!!!!!!!!! Wow!!!!!!!!! So good!!!!!!!!!"

My cries brought her satisfaction; even with her mouth full, she still let out muffled moans: "Mmm!!!!!!!!! Mmm~~~~~~"

While my body was very satisfied, I felt a sense of loss. After all, I hadn't seen this mature woman's full form yet. Wasn't she already crossing the line by giving me oral sex?!

I immediately pulled it out, got up, and laid her on the bed. I hid between her legs, spreading her thighs apart. Although she was already out of her mind, she still said, "Oh...no...don't!" But

I ignored her; lust had long since overcome reason. I pressed my face against the stockings covering her panties. It was already soaking wet and had a very strong smell. She was still pretending to be a lady!

I blurted out, "Wow!!! So wet and fragrant!!!! Sister Ling~~ Do you know how many years I've wanted to see this place?!!!!!"

Actually, she already knew about my wicked thoughts about her ten years ago. Now that it was just the two of us, and things had already turned out this way, she stopped pretending and said, "Oh dear~~ Don't

say that... I... of course I know... but please, it's dirty and filthy, don't smell it anymore... baby~~~" That word "baby" might have been the turning point in our relationship. I knew her feelings had changed, so without saying another word, I frantically licked her private parts through her stockings. The warm breath, combined with the teasing and vibrations of my tongue, brought endless pleasure to Sister Ling's untouched paradise in an instant.

She was aroused, her thighs clamped tightly around my neck, and she pressed my head down with her hand, crying out, "Ah!!! No! It's so itchy!!!! Wow!!!! Oh my!!! It's been so long since I've felt this!!!"

I kept licking and rubbing, and occasionally used my fingers to scrape up and down on both sides of her lips, but there was just too much lustful fluid flowing out there. When my fingers scraped, white fluid would seep out of her black stockings. Of course, I wouldn't waste it, and I ate it all.

The dignified and mature mother was gone. After enjoying herself for a while, Sister Ling arched her back, reached her hands inside her stockings and panties, and with a lewd expression on her face, tried to gently pull them down. Although I was busy servicing the beauty's vulva, I saw her panties half-pulled down, revealing thick black pubic hair.

This was the first time in my life that I had actually seen an Asian woman's pubic hair. It felt strange, both ugly and lewd, yet sexy!

Seeing that she couldn't resist taking off her panties and stockings, I automatically lifted my thighs and pressed them against her chest, thus revealing her entire labia!

I finally saw Sister Ling's pubic area!! But I wanted to remember this scene clearly, to see it clearly, so I got up and turned on the room light. Sister Ling squinted her eyes for a moment and said, "No!!! Turn it off~~~ I'm shy~~~"

I ignored her, took off my own underwear, and then took off her stockings and underwear, and then took off her bra, saying, "What's there to be shy about? You won't let me really do it with you, at least let me admire your perfect body!! Oh~~ Your breasts are really big and beautiful~~ Hmm" "It's still so soft~~~"

she said as I sucked on her nipple. "Oh~~~ Oh~~~ Ugh!!! How could this be~~~ My body isn't perfect~~~ Silly~~~ Oh!!!!!!!"

Yes, she was indeed in her forties, and some parts of her body were a bit loose, such as the inner thighs or lower abdomen, but her buttocks and breasts were very full. Her naked body exuded an indescribable beauty and attraction. As I admired her beautiful flesh, my penis became harder and harder!

Under the light, she could clearly see my muscular body, and even more obviously, her lower body had become very hard. After all, she was in her prime, and she even showed a lustful look in her eyes. I then turned her over and placed her on top of me, putting her labia on my face. Of course, she was facing my erect penis.

I didn't signal her to do anything, just focused on enjoying her wet lips. Under the light, I savored every inch more carefully, inserting my tongue more precisely into the sensitive spots inside her. She immediately moaned, "Wow!!!! Oh!!!!!! Oh!!! That's it~~~ Oh!!! Ahhh!!!!!!"

I knew I was in the right spot, so I frantically licked and rolled my tongue around that area, making her moan even more. She pressed her clitoris against me, but she was still itching inside. Suddenly, she took my penis and put it in her mouth, releasing the shock and pleasure from her lower body onto the penis in her mouth!

This made me enjoy it even more, so I doubled my efforts to give her that kind of pleasure. We enjoyed each other like this for a while, and I was actually ready to ejaculate, but then I suddenly heard her say very softly:

" Ah

...

Sweating profusely, her hair disheveled, face flushed, and eyes glazed over, she cried out like a woman in heat, "I don't care anymore... I don't care about anything... I haven't done it in so long... Please come in quickly... Good girl... Oh!!!"

I, too, was eager to pounce, so I spread her legs, gently lifted her onto my shoulders, and aimed my penis at her soaking wet vulva. I first gently rubbed it a few times, then said:

"Oh~~~ Is it comfortable??!! Do you want it??!! But, I don't have a condom!!!!"

"Oh~~~ It feels so good~~~ Stop rubbing... It's so itchy!!!! It's okay, just don't ejaculate inside... Come on... Please!!!!"

I continued rubbing, saying, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Then call me... Call your good husband to fuck you!!!"

Ling, who had transformed into a slut, tried several times to press her lower body against my penis without success, and immediately shouted, "Of course you can!!! Oh!!! Good husband~~~ Fuck your horny wife's pussy!!!! Give me pleasure...!!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, I inserted my entire penis to the bottom.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!!!!! Oh!!!!!!!!!!" We both screamed at the same time. Her voice was completely hoarse, but it was full of enjoyment and relief.

Her vagina was covered in vaginal fluid and very slippery. After I pressed her thighs down, we became one. She couldn't help but feel the pleasure in her lower body and tightly gripped my waist with her hands.

I slowly started to sway, but because I usually have full-body service with Megyn, I didn't expect it to feel so close without it. The mature woman's expression of extreme enjoyment made me exclaim, "Oh!!! Oh!!! So this is what it feels like to be naked!!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! It's so tight~"

Ling didn't respond, only moving her lower body to match mine, making each thrust deeper and harder. She kept swaying and pulling me into wet kisses. My lower body felt increasingly tight, so I retaliated with even more force, thrusting into her hard and fiercely. She started to get wild, moaning:

"Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! It feels so good!!! Husband!!! Husband, fuck your horny wife~~~ Harder!!!!"

I never expected that the usually dignified Sister Ling would be so lewd in bed. I loved it so much that we both screamed, "Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Hussy wife!!! Is this it!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!! I'll fuck you to death!!! Now!!! It's so good to fuck your horny wife!!!"

We then changed positions, woman on top. When Sister Ling was riding me, although her brows were furrowed, she had a lewd smile on her face, and with her huge breasts bouncing up and down, I could hardly control myself! You see, her buttocks and thighs were the softness of a mature woman, and the mixture of her juices and sweat made my penis feel numb with lubrication.

I just kept thrusting upwards with all my might. The rhythm changed, and suddenly, every time I thrust upwards, she would sit down. She loved the feeling of deep penetration, and after a few thrusts, she started to climax.

"Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Oh!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Husband, ah!!!! Don't stop!!!!"

I wanted her to have the most pleasurable climax, so I ignored her words, got up and let her lie down, and continued to fuck her hard without stopping.

In this position, it was easier for me to exert force, so I started to attack wildly. Sister Ling had long since abandoned all decorum, spreading her fleshy legs wide to welcome my penetration with every thrust. She was making me feel so good that I said,

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah Ling... I don't want you to be my grandma~~~ Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! I want you to really be my wife!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! This feels so good!!! I want to do it with you every night!!! Ah!!! I can't take it anymore... I have to pull out!!!"

But Sister Ling's fleshy thighs were tightly clamped around me, not allowing me to pull out, and she even rubbed me faster with her clitoris, adding fuel to the fire, and moaned, "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Cum!! Good husband!!!" "Fill me up!!! Make me pregnant!!! I want to have a baby for my good husband!!! Ahhh!!! That's right!!! I'm coming too!!!"

The husky, magnetic voice, combined with those words, coming from the mouth of the mature beauty I'd secretly admired for years, how could I possibly hold back? "Ahhh!!!!!!!!! I'm going to explode, wife!!!!!!!!!"

She also held her breath and climaxed: "Ugh!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!! Ohh ...

I ejaculated my hot semen into the body of this mature woman who was almost twenty years older than me. I ejaculated three times in succession, each time shooting as deep as I could, as if afraid of wasting it.

She was completely limp, lying on the bed in a seductive pose, biting her pinky finger, while her lower body continuously released white fluid. Seeing this filled me with satisfaction, and I couldn't help but immediately embrace and wetly kiss this grandmother who had become my woman from this moment on.

We were both naked in bed, and Sister Ling nestled into my arms. Although I had just made love to her, I still couldn't help but caress every part of the beauty's body with my hands.

Ling: "Mmm...so comfortable, it's been such a long, long time since I've felt this comfortable...What's wrong with you, so many hands, still touching me like that...silly pig~"

I said, "What did you call me?!"

She thought for a while, then didn't say anything. I gave her a wet kiss, and even made her use her bare thighs to clamp my legs. She put her face close to my ear and whispered, "Husband~"

That early morning, neither of us slept much. I was experiencing the pleasures of an open-minded mature woman for the first time, while Ling was rediscovering her long-lost love. We hit it off immediately, like a tiger meeting a little pervert.

This was how our relationship began, a May-December romance spanning twenty years.

Three months later, Ling and I secretly moved to Melbourne because she was pregnant with my child. It was actually expected, because from that day on, we had sex almost every day, and always without protection. We were addicted to the feeling, and every night we couldn't sleep because we were constantly having sex!

I broke up with Megyn, and when I introduced Ling to her, she didn't even notice the age difference between us! So, I guess our cultural differences are still too great.

At first, Ke'er thought Ling was just visiting Australia, but after she settled in, we officially told her and my dad.

This morning, I married my beloved Ling. Although only my friends from Australia witnessed it, because they didn't know about Ling and my relationship. On the contrary, neither of us invited Dad and Ke'er over. Although we are not related by blood, and it's certainly not incestuous, in Chinese culture, I am indeed marrying my own maternal grandmother.

My wife is heavily pregnant right now, but still so alluring and beautiful. She's telling me to stop writing and come be with her. Well, in Western eyes, it's okay to have sex while pregnant!

Finally, I heard that Ke'er gave birth yesterday to a baby boy. My wife said that besides the fact that it's rare for mother and daughter to get pregnant around the same time, she asked me if I knew that I had become my own grandfather!

By the way, can you figure out how I became my own grandfather?!

At sixteen, I experienced my first urge to be with a mature woman. Although nothing happened, I never imagined that years later, things would turn out differently. So, who says, "There's nothing new under the sun"?

Speaking of which, when I was young, I lived with my parents in "Kong Tsui Terrace" in Chai Wan. It was a small unit, but it was enough for the three of us. I remember there was a restaurant in the complex—I won't advertise for them here—a small, down-to-earth Chinese restaurant. During the day, we'd have drinks and dim sum, and in the evening, seafood and side dishes.

My parents were both civil servants; not wealthy, but comfortably middle-class. We often ate there. I remember that year, a female minister suddenly arrived, igniting my desire for women. I initially thought I was only interested in girls my own age, but after seeing her demeanor, figure, and attire, I was surprised to find she was a hundred times more attractive.

It was a Sunday morning, and my parents and I went for tea. We were greeted by a female minister, around thirty years old. She spoke with a slight regional accent, and although she spoke fluent Cantonese, it was easy to tell from the endings of her words that she was from mainland China.

At that time in Hong Kong, mainland China hadn't officially taken over, and many newly arrived compatriots worked in ordinary service industries. I didn't have much affection for them, but she was different. Her gentle and beautiful voice captivated my young soul.

Of course, the main reason was that she was a beautiful woman from the North. She had fair skin, shoulder-length hair, and a round face with a pointed nose. The most distinctive feature was her wide jawline. Although she had a square face, her features were so exquisite and perfect that she looked truly beautiful overall, somewhat resembling a young Brigitte Lin. She wasn't tall, about 5 feet 3 inches, but she had a superb figure with a full bust, a slender waist, and a pair of long, beautiful legs.

I don't know if it was due to her background or the restaurant's standards, but her clothing was very conservative and old-fashioned. She wore a white shirt underneath a narrow black suit jacket, a black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black patent leather high heels.

This outfit was quite ordinary in the restaurant; almost all the female department heads and managers dressed like that. I was young and never thought that a woman several years older than me could be attractive, so I didn't pay any attention to her until my father said to her,

"Sister Ling, you look so beautiful today, radiant with happiness. Do you have a date after work? Hehehe!" Although my mother was sitting right next to him, she knew my father well. He liked to talk a lot, but he was also a well-behaved and respectful man, so she politely smiled back.

Sister Ling replied, "Oh dear, thank you, Mr. Huang, you're so funny! But no, I'll just be the same as usual. Come on, let me treat you to some snacks?" She waved for the snack cart, took two baskets of snacks, put them down, and signed the receipt, indicating that the extra charge for tea and snacks would be waived.

My mother, of course, knew that my father had good relations with the restaurant's staff, and besides these benefits, he could avoid queuing when it was crowded, so she didn't mind him doing this.

But his words made me look at him more closely. The woman in front of me was really beautiful. Her shy, sweet smile after hearing the compliment, and the way her half-undone shirt revealed her chest when she bent over to write—I stared at her intently. My father continued flirting with her, but I couldn't hear him. I was only focused on the fleshy legs that peeked out from under her skirt as she turned to leave.

The skirt wasn't exactly simple, but the slit was high, and I could clearly see most of her thigh. How could it be so sexy under those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings? I had a strong urge to reach out and touch it, and even more so, to peek at what lay beneath her skirt.

I remember that after that moment, I kept watching her throughout the entire meal, observing her flirtatious manner as she talked to customers, and how she casually took off one of her high heels when she stopped to rest by the counter. I longed to grab her beautiful foot and kiss and smell it. After all, I was too naive back then and didn't know the techniques of peeking. Many times, she noticed my lustful gaze, but perhaps she treated me like a child. Every time our eyes met, she would politely nod and smile sweetly.

That day, after returning home, I couldn't help but hide in the bathroom, fantasizing about her fleshy legs, and take care of myself.

I discovered that, except for Sundays, Sister Ling worked the night shift. Every day around three o'clock, she would ride her bicycle up the slope. Later, I found out that she actually lived in a public housing estate near "Hing Wah Estate," a very small unit of about 300 square feet. Coincidentally, I finished class at 2:30 every Wednesday, and I would rush home to wait for her to ride her bicycle past at the bottom of the slope.

Since she lived very close, she was used to changing into her work clothes at home and then riding her bicycle to work. She wore a black blouse, a short black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, but with white sneakers. While it might seem a bit dated, on this beautiful woman, it looked incredibly sexy. Wearing skirts while cycling is quite common in mainland China, Taiwan, or Japan, but Hong Kong girls are always very concerned about showing too much skin, feeling like they've ruined their figure. But really, what's the big deal?!

Sometimes I arrive early and have to stand there for twenty minutes to see Sister Ling cycling up the slope, but when I see those beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings swaying up and down, when she sweats and breathes as she pushes herself up the slope, and when I occasionally catch a glimpse of her underwear, it's truly worth it!!

Until that day, which I remember was also a Wednesday, I stood on the street corner waiting for her as usual. But she was late that day. Perhaps because she was in a hurry, she accidentally bumped into the iron railing on the side of the street when she got to the middle of the slope. She fell to the ground and damaged the front wheel of her bicycle.

I saw her sitting on the ground, her ankle clearly scraped and sprained. I immediately ran over to check on her, and passersby on the street were also watching.

She clutched her right foot in pain. I sat down next to her and said,

"Sister Ling! Are you alright?!"

She looked at me several times but didn't recognize me. She said, "Ah...ah...I'm fine...just a sprain...and you are?"

I replied, "I'm 'Jiaqin,' Huang Sheng's son...you know...a customer at your restaurant, a family of three."

She thought for a moment and then remembered me. After all, we went there for snacks almost every week, and sometimes when my mother didn't cook, we would go for dinner on Sunday nights.

Sister Ling said, "Oh, right, it's you... I'm so clumsy! How rude of me... Ah..."

I reached out and placed my hand on her ankle, gently rubbing it a couple of times. I was very excited; this was the first time I had physical contact with my dream girl. At first, she wanted to avoid me, but seeing my concerned expression, she let me rub it gently.

"Ouch!! That hurts~~~ Don't be so rough..." These words struck a chord with me. I don't know how many times I had fantasized about her saying that. How alluring it was when she said those words! They made me feel both pity and love for her.

I had no choice but to stop and said, "Sister Ling, you can't just sit here. Come on, let me help you up!"

She noticed the stares from those around us and reached out to press on my shoulder. I then slipped my right hand under her armpit and down her back. Besides lightly touching her bra that covered her large breasts, I immediately smelled the sweat under her armpit.

Oh!! This was the first time I'd ever smelled a mature woman's body odor! Sister Ling's sweat wasn't smelly at all; instead, it had a hint of soap and a very strong fragrance—an indescribable scent. I felt a surge of electricity run from my nose to the back of my head, followed by a rush of blood to my genitals.

I tried to help her up, but the pain caused her to lose her balance when she put weight on her right leg, so I immediately pulled her into my arms. You see, although I was only sixteen at the time, I was a basketball player on the school team, and I was 5 feet 11 inches tall, so I could easily hug a 5-foot-3-inch mature woman.

After we hugged, she kept saying, "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" But she still couldn't put weight on her right foot. I enjoyed the hot beauty holding me for a while until she finally found her balance and leaned on me to stand up.

I helped her to the bicycle. She saw the front wheel was completely bent, and her heart ached. She exclaimed, "Oh dear!!! It's ruined... I'm already late..."

I said, "Sister Ling, don't worry, my friend works at a bicycle shop, it won't be difficult to replace the front wheel. Don't worry! I'll help you up to the restaurant first, then I'll come back to get the bicycle for repair, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Sister Ling looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "This... how can I accept this? " "This is none of your business..."

I laughed and said, "Don't be silly, it's nothing! Does it still hurt? Let me help you..."

But after we walked a few steps, she still couldn't continue, so without saying a word, I stood in front of her, bent over, and said, "Sister Ling, if you don't mind, I can carry you on my back!"

In this situation, how could she mind? She gently leaned against my back. Her bra was very thin and soft, and I could clearly feel that her breasts were really big and firm.

After I carried her on my back, I reached out and supported her thighs. The feeling of warm flesh under her stockings was a different kind of pleasure! I also carefully and gently pulled down her short skirt to make sure she wouldn't be exposed. Seeing me do this, she confidently put her hands around my neck.

Actually, the beauty is very light, so the uphill section is not tiring at all; on the contrary, it is the most enjoyable part.

Upon entering the restaurant, the staff were resting after the tea service. A waitress saw me carrying Sister Ling and immediately rushed over, saying,

"Sister Ling!! What happened?! Are you alright?!"

Sister Ling, still on my back, replied, "I had a bicycle accident. It's nothing serious, just a sprained ankle!"

A moment later, more staff and chefs surrounded us. One of the pastry chefs exclaimed, "Wow!! It's really swollen! Does Manager Liang know?!"

A female employee immediately ran inside, and another waitress said, "Oh dear, if Manager Liang knew his wife was like this, he'd be heartbroken!"

At that moment, I realized that Sister Ling was already married, and even the manager of this restaurant. That must be why she worked here! A pang of jealousy shot through me, but I told myself, "How could such a beautiful young woman not have a man? How foolish!"

A short while later, Manager Liang arrived. I'd often run into him before; he was a thin, middle-aged man, and I'd occasionally see him smoking at the back door of the restaurant. Judging by his appearance, he was probably more than ten years older than Sister Ling.

When he came to me, instead of asking about Sister Ling's injuries, he asked who I was. I replied, "Me?! I'm a regular here... I saw Sister Ling's accident and wanted to help..."

His face darkened as he said, "Ah~ thank you for your trouble, but... could you put my wife down?!"

I immediately put Sister Ling down on a chair, feeling embarrassed, after all, I had a guilty conscience. But Sister Ling said angrily,

"What kind of attitude is this?! Someone saved your wife and even carried me up the slope, why are you jealous?!"

He also said in a very strong tone, "I didn't say I wasn't grateful, but he could have come up to us for help first, and I could tell from his expression that he was quite pleased!!"

These words left the employees present speechless, and they all felt that he was in the wrong, so they pretended to leave and turned their attention away.

Sister Ling said again, "You're really unreasonable! I've taken leave! Come on, Jiaqin, can you carry me outside to catch the bus?"

I didn't dare to move, but I said, "Of course..."

Manager Liang, however, got angry and grabbed Sister Ling, wanting to carry her, saying, "Don't be stubborn! Saying these things to upset me won't help! Come on, I'll carry you~"

Sister Ling pushed him away with one hand, waved for me to come forward, and I immediately did so. This only made Manager Liang angrier. He glared at me and said, "Kid, you try and see if I'll lift you up!!"

Seeing that I didn't move, Sister Ling stood up and hopped towards me on one leg, saying to Manager Liang, "Are you crazy! Don't touch me!!!"

I then caught her and let her slowly climb onto my back. Manager Liang really wanted to get rough with me, but luckily the chefs behind him pulled him back, saying, "Manager, don't..." "You're arguing, just let her go, don't do anything rash..."

The waitresses were very protective of Sister Ling, stepping forward to separate us, saying, "Please don't do this... It's a small matter, the child meant well..."

Another waitress whispered to me, "Then... why don't you take her to the clinic by taxi? Come on, Auntie has some money here, if you have time, you can go with her, okay?!" Then she stuffed a hundred dollars into my hand.

Sister Ling behind me started crying, saying, "Waaah... Jiaqin, I'm sorry, I've troubled you, don't pay attention to him, he's mentally ill... Come on! Let's leave quickly!"

So I quickly carried her outside, and when we got to the street, we hailed a taxi and got in together.

In the car, Sister Ling said to the driver: "No, Xinghua Village~"

I then asked: "Sister Ling, don't you need to see a doctor?"

She replied: "Of course you don't need this kind of injury. I used to get injuries in the countryside, and I could just do it by myself~ Ah, by the way, Jiaqin, Sister Ling, you should go home first. You don’t need to accompany me. I’ll go home too!”

I laughed and said, “Xinghua Village is so close, I’ll take you upstairs first, and then you can go home by yourself. Don’t be so polite!”

She said, "But... I'm still sorry, isn't this troubling you?"

I replied, "...Actually, your husband wasn't wrong either, I'd be happy to take care of you... Sister Ling is so beautiful, I... also like to be close to her!"

Sister Ling burst into laughter through her tears, saying, "Hehe... Me?! You really know how to tease people, but... anyway, thank you, if you like, then I'll trouble you!"

I nodded with a smile, and perhaps seeing my innocent attitude, she gently took my hand in the back seat of the taxi, wiped away her tears with her other hand, and said with a smile, "Jiaqin likes to be close to Sister Ling, so be close to her, hehe!" At the moment her warm and smooth hand held mine, although I was happy, I felt that her affection was just warm love!

Upon entering the unit in Hing Wah Estate, I found a small, three-hundred-square-foot apartment with one living room and two bedrooms, filled with clutter. It seemed that Manager Leung's daily life was quite casual, as everything was messy. I also discovered that the two of them slept in separate rooms.

After Sister Ling moved the clutter off the sofa, she invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of water. Seeing that she was limping, I told her to sit down and asked,

"Sister Ling, please don't move around too much. Tell me where the liniment is?"

She said, "Um, it's in my room, under the bedside table... But Jiaqin, don't bother you. I can apply it myself after resting for a while. Sorry!"

I ignored her and went into her room without permission. I found that although her bedroom was small—I bumped into the bed as soon as I opened the door—it was also very tidy, with things scattered everywhere. I could smell her scent in the room; it was her fragrance, the scent of a mature woman.

Opening the first cabinet door, I saw it filled with her underwear. My face immediately flushed red. I picked up a pair of black cotton underwear, thinking this was her most intimate garment. For a moment, I had the impulse to take it for myself, but her voice startled me:

"Is it there? It's in the lower compartment of the cabinet." Although I had my back to her, blocking her view, I wondered if she had seen what I was doing. I immediately put the underwear back, but then I noticed a small stun gun hidden under the pile of underwear. Although I was young then, I had seen quite a few pornographic films and knew what it was. A surge of lust arose within me again. I thought: "Sister Ling outside is a real woman with physical needs!! The eroticism of beautiful women is truly wonderful!!" I

felt a slight hardening in my groin. Being a teenager, I was easily aroused, but I quickly closed the cabinet door and opened the bottom door. Sure enough, it only contained some daily necessities, skin cream, and the like. I easily found the liniment, quickly closed the cabinet, and went back to the living room.

Before I reached the sofa, Sister Ling had already taken off her sneakers, revealing her feet under flesh-colored stockings. I'd never reacted to feet before, but for some reason, her beautiful feet under the stockings excited me. As I knelt, I could see that Sister Ling's short skirt had been pulled up between her thighs, revealing the bottom of her underwear.

Perhaps because Sister Ling was at home and wouldn't be paying attention, I glanced at her twice, afraid she'd notice, and immediately looked back at her feet.

It was the first time in my life I'd ever held a girl's small foot, and a mature beauty at that. My heart was pounding. I forced myself to say,

"This...here...does it still hurt?!"

She said, "Oh! Yes...that's it. It looks swollen, doesn't it?!"

I gently stroked it a couple of times. The feeling through her flesh-colored stockings was so erotic. My lower body was already completely hard, so I had to find an angle to avoid letting her see. Then, I poured some liniment into my hands, rubbed them together a few times until they warmed up, and then applied it to her ankle.

Perhaps I used too much force. I rubbed her ankles a few times, and she cried out, "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts... Be gentle..."

To me, it sounded like moaning. Her cries captivated me, and I continued rubbing a few more times, savoring her moans: "Ouch! Ouch!!" This sound was different from the one I fantasized about every night during masturbation, but it was even more alluring!

I couldn't bear to build my pleasure on the pain of this beautiful woman, so I softened my touch and gently massaged her. She felt only slight pain, but also some relief, softly moaning, "Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

This was yet another form of teasing. As I massaged, I watched her thighs throb with the vibrations, her smooth, white flesh pulsating. Her beautiful legs were straightened, making her white panties even more visible under her skirt.

"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." A hoarse moan filled my ears, and my eyes were drawn to the trembling of her beautiful legs and the glimpse of her skin beneath her skirt. I was experiencing an unprecedented pleasure, my lower body hardening as if I were about to ejaculate.

I continued massaging her, sweat beading on my face. In the small bedroom, I was enjoying the woman I had longed for day and night, gradually losing track of time.

Until she suddenly said, "Ah~ Jiaqin... you... you're tired, you can stop now, I feel so much better! Thank you, you should sit down quickly, your legs are aching from kneeling! Look, you're covered in sweat... I'm so sorry!"

I was indeed exhausted, I didn't know how long I had been massaging her, my mind still caught up in lust, I stood up stupidly and sat down beside her, panting.

Ling noticed the bulge in her lower body, and I only woke up at that moment. My height just placed it right in front of her. I saw her look startled and embarrassed, unable to look directly at me, and exclaimed, "Wow!!!"

I said "I'm sorry" while trying to cover myself with my hands, but because my leg muscles were numb, I lost my balance and fell backward to the ground.

Ling was startled again and exclaimed, "Ah! Are you okay?!" She stood up, holding onto the chair, and bent down to look at me lying on the ground. My buttocks hit the ground, and I touched my buttocks, exclaiming, "Whoosh~~~ Ouch~~~ Wow!!"

Ling looked at me nervously, but I was captivated by the voluptuousness under her skirt, staring at the white panties between her fleshy legs. She noticed my gaze and instinctively closed her legs, but that made it impossible for her to bend down and pull me up.

I knew I'd been discovered, and with my hands massaging my back, my crotch was clearly visible again. I was incredibly embarrassed, and despite the pain, I tried to get up, saying, "Ah... Sister Ling... I'm so sorry!! I'm so sorry!! I'm so heartless!!! I..."

Seeing my flushed face and the tension that seemed about to bring me to tears, Sister Ling abandoned all decorum, spread her legs, bent down, and pulled me up by the arm, helping me sit on the sofa. I didn't dare to say anything and said dejectedly, "I'm so sorry... for you!!"

Unexpectedly, Sister Ling actually sat next to me, patted my arm gently, and said with a smile: "Jiaqin, don't be like this, this... it's not a big deal, Sister Ling is not wearing underwear, you will see it when you see it. As for you..."

I became even more nervous when she heard what she said. She said, "I, I, I... it's not like that, it's just... I actually..."

Sister Ling smiled and said, "I understand... you are a young boy, and it's my fault to ask you to give me a massage... What we just did, it's normal for you to react, don't worry, Jiaqin!" I

felt relieved after hearing that she was not angry, but she felt even more embarrassed.

She sat closer, leaning against me and laughing, "I didn't expect I'd be so attractive! ... Hmm... This is actually Jiaqin's way of praising Sister Ling, isn't it? Hehehe, isn't it?"

This was the first time I had ever genuinely and sincerely appreciated a woman. Sister Ling was so kind; not only did she not mind my lustful intentions or my bad ideas about her, but she also turned around and comforted me. I couldn't help but look at her with tears welling up in my eyes.

Seeing me shed tears, Sister Ling became even more anxious. She brought her face very close to mine, wiped away my tears with her hand, and said, "Oh dear, it's really nothing. Sister Ling isn't a young girl anymore. You're... so silly!

Jiaqin, you're the one who took care of Sister Ling, how could you turn around like this! I'm sincere, I'm so happy that you like me!!"

As she spoke, she actually took the initiative to put her lips on mine and gently kissed me. I was completely taken aback by her actions and was stunned.

She paused for a moment before I regained my composure, but she kissed me again. This time, I could finally feel her scent, warmth, and moisture. She gently parted her lips and we kissed passionately for a while, our tongues lightly touching several times before separating. She asked,

"Did you like it?!"

I nodded, no longer embarrassed, and my mood calmed down.

Sister Ling said again, "That's good then. Sister Ling knows you like to be close to me... but it's just an act. You're just starting to develop, so it's normal to have these thoughts. But you're still young, so this is all we can do... Consider it Sister Ling's way of repaying your care."

After saying that, she hugged me, and I got up and left. Before leaving, she said, "See you another day. Come to the restaurant, Sister Ling will treat you to some snacks, hehe."

However, after that day, I never had the courage to face her again. Even when my parents ate there, I would never go with them. Six months later, I went to Australia to study and never saw this mature beauty again.

Ten years later, last spring, I was working as an architect at Zeshi Building in Melbourne after graduating. Life was incredibly busy, but thankfully, my girlfriend was very considerate and caring. So, although life in Australia was a bit tough, I genuinely intended to stay and settle down there.

My girlfriend, Megyn, was my university classmate. She's from Northern Ireland, and her grandfather was a first-generation immigrant to Australia. She has many siblings; she's the sixth in her family. When I first arrived in Melbourne, my English wasn't good, and I only interacted with local Chinese people.

Until my first year of university, when Megyn was my physics homework partner, she was incredibly friendly and became my first foreign friend. She not only didn't make fun of me, but she often told me that her Cantonese was a thousand times worse than my English.

I don't know if it was loneliness or curiosity, but I quickly took the initiative to pursue Megyn. She often said she liked Asians, but she never expected to actually date me. After we got together, besides me often accompanying her home and hanging out with her friends, she would also actively meet my Chinese friends and try to learn some Cantonese.

When I talked to my male friends, they always thought I was an anomaly because my first girlfriend was a foreigner, and my only sexual partner in life was a foreigner; I had never been with a real Chinese woman. I also agree that it's usually the other way around, but Megyn was very good to me, and we were very compatible in bed. She was a simple girl who didn't care much about dressing up, and she was very straightforward in bed. We would both take off all our clothes, and she would give me oral sex for a while, and then we would have missionary sex. Although it wasn't exciting, it was very comfortable.

I was nineteen when I got together with Megyn, the same age as me. Although she was a blonde, she wasn't tall, only five feet one inch, and her features were delicate and youthful. She had big blue eyes, a pointed but small nose, and apart from having a lot of blonde body hair, her figure was closer to that of a Chinese woman.

I remember when I first met her, I thought, "This Western girl has such beautiful features, how come no guys are pursuing her?" But later I learned that her friends all liked curvy girls, and many people laughed at her for having a flat chest, making her look like a little boy. But for me, a 32B figure was a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, "Like entering a fish market, after a while you no longer smell the stench; like entering a room full of orchids, after a while you no longer smell the fragrance," my girlfriend and I had been living together for seven years, and she preferred a simple sex life, which had long since become boring for me.

I remember receiving a call from my father that day, saying he was remarrying and inviting me back to Hong Kong for the wedding.

Oh, right, I haven't explained some details yet!

Shortly after I went abroad to study, things became quiet at home. My parents, perhaps feeling lost or perhaps their problems had been brewing for a while, decided to divorce. Surprisingly, my mother was the first to meet a new boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a department head, and they would visit me in Melbourne every year or two. Judging from their love story, Megyn told me it was highly likely that my mother had cheated on me, which was why my father wanted a divorce.

My father had been single for many years, and I was shocked to suddenly hear about his marriage. Megyn said it was difficult to get time off from her clinic, and since the timing was so sudden, she couldn't come back to Hong Kong with me.

I knew she had always wanted to visit Hong Kong, but since we couldn't go this time, we'd have to wait until next time.

I hadn't been back to Hong Kong for ten years. Because my father was remarrying, it wasn't convenient for me to stay at my mother's place, so I stayed at my father's instead. Besides, my mother's boyfriend was quite wealthy; they lived in a mansion on Blue Pool Road in Happy Valley. His two daughters were already married and now only lived there with my mother.

In contrast, my father still lived in his old house in Chai Wan, and he had even specially prepared my old room for me to stay in.

The morning after we settled in, my father's fiancée bought congee and fried dough sticks and brought them to our house early in the morning. I had just finished washing up when they were already waiting at the dining table.

"Hello, Jiaqin! I've seen the photos so many times, and we can finally meet! I'm 'Ke'er'!"

I was immediately startled when I saw her. The speaker was a woman who looked to be under thirty, about my age, wearing a red sleeveless shirt and a white mini-skirt. How could this be my stepmother?!

I looked at my father, not knowing how to answer, and just sat down at the table dumbly. Ke'er handed me a bowl of porridge with a big smile on her face, as if she wanted me to accept her.

Dad then said, "Eat quickly. After you finish, I'll take you to try on a dress."

Ke'er sat next to Dad and gently tapped his arm, saying, "Oh dear, Lixin! Don't be in such a hurry. Jiaqin only arrived last night. Let him rest first. What's the rush?"

I had never heard anyone call Dad by his name so affectionately before, because Mom had only ever called him "Dad" to me. Judging from her expression, I knew they had a very good relationship. I thought to myself, "Older men marrying younger women is quite common in Australia, so why make such a fuss?"

Dad indeed listened to his future stepmother. But seeing how young and beautiful she was, how gentle and generous she was, and looking at her figure and her long, beautiful legs, I thought to myself, Dad is already fifty-five years old. How could he not be completely obedient to a wife like this?

Even so, knowing they were getting married the day after tomorrow, I really couldn't waste any more time, so I insisted on going to try on clothes with my dad. Ke'er still has a lot of wedding preparations to do, and I'm glad I have some time alone with my dad.

When we arrived at the bridal shop on Prince Edward Road, I chatted while trying on clothes. He said,

"Jiaqin, I haven't seen you for four years, and you haven't had time to come back to Hong Kong. Don't blame your dad for not visiting you more often?"

I laughed and said, "Dad, I'm not a child anymore. I know everyone has their own life, even father and son... Dad, don't be too nervous. Really, you're a good dad. You've taken care of me for so many years. It's time to think about yourself and make yourself happy!" Having been

with megyn for so long, I understand a little bit about the difficulties of being a man. My father has always been like this, always putting others first. Although he appears to be a very witty and humorous person, he is actually very concerned about what others think. He has sacrificed a lot for his family over the years, and even after the divorce, he waited so many years before remarrying.

My heartfelt words unexpectedly moved him. Seeing his throat tighten and his eyes glistening with tears, he suddenly smiled and said, "Jiaqin has really grown up! Hehe, by the way, how's Megyn? I haven't seen her in a long time~"

I relaxed and laughed, "She's fine~ But her mother hinted the other day that we should get married, but I said we should get the official license first~"

Dad said, "That's understandable. Megyn's sisters are all married, and besides, you're probably the most promising one in their family, aren't you? Every parent wants their daughter to marry well!"

I shook my head and laughed, "I don't know, but her sisters' husbands are really quite lazy, hahaha!! By the way... Dad, where did you meet Ke'er?"

He laughed and said, "It's a little embarrassing to say, but we originally planned to tell you a whole story. However, knowing how mature you are, I don't mind telling you the truth. Ke'er is the daughter of my friend..."

I smiled and pretended to be surprised, saying, "Wow!! Dad is amazing!!"

He smiled, slightly shyly, and said, "Three years ago, that winter, my rheumatism flared up, and I couldn't even buy a lunchbox. Luckily, my friend lived nearby and came to take care of me. After a few days, this friend had to go out, but he still made a good arrangement for his daughter to take care of me!

Ke'er was born in mainland China and has only been in Hong Kong for a few years. She was a Chinese medicine practitioner in mainland China, but after coming to Hong Kong, she wasn't recognized and couldn't find a job, so she became a private caregiver. I'm so young, of course I don't need a private caregiver." I hired a caregiver, but I invited her to be my TCM doctor. She accepted, and I didn't expect her to be so skilled. In less than three months, she cured all my hidden ailments, and my body is... very strong now!"

I guessed a thing or two and said, "Well, of course, she initially charged you for her services, but later... it became free, right?"

Dad lowered his head and smiled, "More or less... I won't go into details, but anyway, things gradually developed between us! Look at Dad's complexion, doesn't he look much younger?!"

I looked, and indeed, his skin was smooth and supple, not at all like someone in their fifties. But I said, "It's not necessarily because of her superior medical skills. I think it might be because of the nourishment of love!!"

He said, "No, it's not just that, Dad..." "Dad... even that... has come back to life!!! Oh dear, I shouldn't have said that to you!!"

I laughed and said, "It's alright~~~ But really, Dad has regained his former vigor! Ke'er is so young, this matter can't be taken lightly!! It seems that for her own happiness, she'll use the best medicine!!"

Seeing that I wasn't embarrassed at all, Dad continued, "Oh dear!! It's all because her medical skills are too good, this... this is why an accident happened!!"

I was startled, then suddenly realized, and said, "Oh!!! No wonder Dad is in such a hurry to remarry!! Ke'er's face is rosy, it turns out she's pregnant!!! Congratulations Dad~~"

He smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I don't know if I should congratulate her, I'm not young anymore, I..." I wonder if I still have the strength to take care of the child, but I know Ke'er loves children, and I have indescribable joy in her pregnancy!

I said to myself, "I never thought I would be a big brother!! It feels so strange, but... Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of my younger brother or sister from now on!!"

Dad said, "It's a little brother, he will be born in four and a half months!!!"

I saw Dad's bright smile, which I had never seen before, so I went up and hugged him, and said softly, "I... am happy for you too, Dad!!"

Soon the wedding day came. The wedding was very simple. Because Dad is an only child, we don't have many relatives. I heard that Ke'er's father passed away a few years ago, and she only has her mother, who is Dad's friend. The bride's relatives were all in mainland China, so the wedding was held at a small restaurant in Wan Chai with only five tables, all for friends. My father also arranged for a lawyer to officiate.

Everything was very simple, so I didn't need to help much; I just arrived early to help set up a small side hall.

Around 5:30, my father told me to go downstairs to pick up Ke'er's mother. I waited there for a long time but didn't see her. Just as I was about to call to ask for directions, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me:

"Jiaqin~~~ How are you?!"

I turned around and saw it was Sister Ling, whom I had known since I was young?! What a coincidence!

I exclaimed, "Sister Ling?! Wow!! What a coincidence to run into you here! It's been such a long time!! You... you haven't changed at all?!"

Though I said this, my eyes kept scanning my childhood crush. I figured she must be in her forties, but her face was still as fair and smooth as ever. Aside from being thinner and having faint wrinkles around her eyes, she really looked like she was thirty-six or thirty-seven! I looked again at her wearing a black, red-trimmed, fitted short cheongsam. Her bust and waist were about the same as before, but her hips and thighs were noticeably fuller.

Strangely, this made her curves more shapely, connecting to her long, slender legs and slim waist beneath her black stockings, making her look both mature and sexy. I couldn't help but glance at her barely noticeable belly, a clear sign of maturity, yet these tiny specks of fat made her cheongsam fit her perfectly.

We chatted for a bit; I mentioned I'd just returned from Australia, etc... But my mind was elsewhere; my eyes were still fixed on the beautiful woman before me.

I was thinking that Ling-jie's figure used to be the perfect curves of a young woman, but now every part of her seemed poised and ready, a fully mature woman exuding primal feminine courtship signals. Every gesture, every step she took was captivating. I looked at her heavy makeup, her long, thick eyelashes obscuring her mesmerizing eyes, and the strong scent of her perfume; for a moment, I stood there, dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Ling simply crossed her arms, smiling broadly as I looked her over, neither saying a word nor stopping me. After a moment, I snapped out of it and said,

"Oh, right, Sister Ling, you're dressed so beautifully, I won't stop you, but... could I have your phone number? How about we catch up sometime?" Perhaps it's because I've been abroad for so long, but if it were the old me, I definitely wouldn't have dared to take her phone number!

Sister Ling smiled again, took my phone, entered her number, and handed it back to me. Then I said,

"Okay, let's make the call again~" But she lingered, which I found strange. She gently bent my arm, and I was flattered. Then I heard her say,

"Jiaqin, look at my outfit~"

I admired her black velvet cheongsam again, with red velvet stripes on the sleeves and hem, a pearl necklace, a maroon shawl, and her tightly tied hair in a bun. Although it didn't match her beautiful makeup, it was still dignified.

Seeing that I didn't react, she said, "Silly boy, who are you waiting for?"

I said, "Dad's future mother-in-law... Oh!!!!!!!!! No way~~~~" As I said this, she kept nodding.

She said, "Ke'er is my daughter from my ex-husband's time in China. A few years ago, I finally succeeded in getting her to live in Hong Kong. Don't be so surprised... I had her when I was under seventeen, I'm not an old monster! Hehehe!!"

I then understood and said, "Dad said that you are the friend who takes care of him~~ Oh... I understand!!"

As she spoke, Sister Ling bent down and led me into the restaurant. As soon as we entered, the restaurant manager greeted us warmly:

"Sister Ling!!! I just found out it's your daughter's wedding! You should have told me sooner so we could have given you a discount and made better arrangements!!"

Sister Ling said flirtatiously, "Brother Qiang, it's not too late to give a discount now!!"

The manager, Brother Qiang, exclaimed, "Wow~~ Sister Ling, what are you eating? You look younger and younger! I've been a mother-in-law for decades and this is the first time I've ever seen one so young and beautiful! Hahahaha!"

As I watched Sister Ling give Brother Qiang a red envelope, I glanced at the bride, Ke'er. The two really didn't look like mother and daughter. If Sister Ling hadn't deliberately styled her hair in a bun, they would have looked like sisters!

I escorted Sister Ling to Ke'er, and the two chatted incessantly before disappearing into the bridal chamber. With nothing else to do, I chatted with my father. He then told me that when Sister Ling was sixteen, she got married early in Hubei and had a daughter. Because she was very beautiful when she was young, she met a manager named Liang who worked in a restaurant and applied for her to work in Hong Kong. Of course, at that time she could not tell that person that she was married and had a daughter.

She originally planned to settle everything before making arrangements for her daughter and husband, but after arriving in Hong Kong, she learned that Manager Liang was also penniless, and she was at a loss. Two years later, her husband had remarried in Hubei and had no plans to come to Hong Kong. Her daughter was also being cared for by her stepmother, so she gradually gave up the idea of arranging for her to come to Hong Kong.

Although she still often went back to her hometown to visit her daughter, she found that her ex-husband had become a minor official and was living a good life, much poorer than herself in Hong Kong, but she had no choice but to accept her fate. Although Manager Liang was very jealous, he was not bad to her. They were together for more than 20 years and only officially divorced three years ago.

As for Ke'er, her father passed away a few years ago, and she applied to work in Hong Kong through Sister Ling's arrangement. However, after arriving, she did not want to work in a restaurant and wanted to return to the Chinese medicine she had studied. I know what happened after that.

Ling was still working at the same restaurant, but she was now the manager. Manager Liang, on the other hand, had gone back to China and married a beautiful young woman!

My father and I talked for a while, and when it was almost time, the guests arrived, and the wedding officially began. I was seated next to Ling, which allowed us to catch up.

The wedding was simple and quickly concluded. They didn't arrange many entertainment programs, instead giving my father's friends a chance to get him drunk. The funniest part was that many of the friends didn't believe that Ling, so young and beautiful, was the mother-in-law, and they all surrounded her, teasing her and wanting to drink with her.

Because of her work, Ling was very friendly, and she was in a great mood that night, so she mingled with the guests in a charming way. I remember my father's colleague, Brother Hua, a high-ranking official in customs, who spent the whole night clinging to Ling like an ant chasing honey.

Wah-ge: "Come on, mother-in-law, we're so happy tonight, let me toast you one more time, bottoms up!!" This Wah-ge is about the same age as my father, and at this moment he is already flushed and unsteady on his feet. He is staring at Sister Ling's high slit cheongsam with lustful eyes.

Sister Ling actually had a high alcohol tolerance; she drank all night without changing her expression, but her mood was getting higher and higher. Ignoring all decorum, she let Brother Hua hold her hand, holding her wine glass, and said, "Oh dear, you insist on calling me 'mother-in-law,' but I'm much younger than you. Of course I won't drink if you call me that!!"

Seeing her flirtatious tone, Brother Hua immediately changed his tune, saying, "Ah~~ I'm sorry, it was my fault!! I'll drink one as punishment!! Yes, I should call you 'little sister,' so pretty little sister, can you drink now?" Brother Hua downed one glass, then filled another, grinning at Sister Ling.

Sister Ling smiled sweetly and downed a glass of red wine in one gulp, saying, "All done? Satisfied?"

Brother Hua, however, moved closer, leaning against Sister Ling, and lewdly said, "Of course not... Come on, let's have another drink, you beautiful lady!!!"

Sister Ling was pleased to hear him call her a beautiful lady, and took his glass. I had been watching all night, feeling a little displeased, so I stood up and said, "Uncle Hua, how can this be? We're here for a wedding..." "Shouldn't you be congratulating the bride and groom? Why are you getting the mother-in-law drunk all night? Hehehe~"

Hua Ge looked at me, his eyes too blurry with drunkenness, and said, "You~~ Ah~~ Jiaqin?! You're so grown up, hahaha~~ Sit down, adults are talking, kids aren't allowed to chime in!!"

Ling Jie looked at me, and seeing me protecting her, smiled sweetly, then shook her head to indicate that she was fine and could drink more. But I couldn't bear it, so I took her glass and said to Hua Ge,

"Uncle Hua, I haven't seen you for so many years, you should have a drink with this kid too, right?"

Hua Ge, seeing that I, the younger generation, wanted to offer a toast, was unwilling to be outdone and said, "Okay!! But kid, your alcohol tolerance is still far from enough~"

After saying that, we poured each other two large glasses and drank. When he poured the third glass, Sister Ling grabbed my hand to stop him, saying,

"Oh dear, Brother Hua, let him off the hook. Come on, let me toast you instead!"

Unexpectedly, Brother Hua, though drunk, wasn't stupid. He shook his head and said, "No! You two are working together, isn't that two against one? How fair? If we're going to drink, all three of us should drink!" After saying that, he picked up another bottle of red wine and poured her another glass.

Fortunately, at this moment, Dad and Ke'er returned to the main table. Seeing my flushed face and Sister Ling's squinting eyes, they snatched the wine glass from my hand and said,

"Ah Hua!! Stop causing trouble, hahaha, don't bully the child!!" After saying that, he immediately downed my glass of wine.

Hua Ge chuckled helplessly, "Sigh~ Who's going to bully whom is anyone's guess!! I didn't expect Jiaqin to be so bold with his drinks!! Hahaha~ Alright, Mother-in-law... no, no... Mei Mei, let's drink too~"

Ke'er immediately tried to step forward and drink in her place, but Ling Jie boldly finished hers quickly. Seeing this, Hua Ge also immediately downed his glass. I had actually drunk quite a bit earlier, and with these few quick drinks, I started to sway. What happened? At that moment, Hua Ge suddenly collapsed to the ground with a "thud," drunk.

Everyone burst into laughter. Dad and several friends immediately helped him up and laid him on the sofa beside him, where he immediately fell asleep.

Then, as the banquet drew to a close and desserts were served, the guests began to leave. Ling-jie, Dad, Ke-er, and I went to the exit to see them off. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves, offering their blessings before departing. Since there weren't many guests, it wasn't long before the four of us were left in the side hall.

Dad arranged for himself and the bride to spend the night at a hotel, leaving me to return to Chai Wan alone. Ling-jie was also staying there, so of course I was responsible for taking her home.

I got into a taxi and checked my watch; it was already past 11 PM. Ling-jie was in a great mood and kept chatting with me:

"Jiaqin, your dad said you're getting married soon, and your fiancé is a foreigner! If you're having a wedding banquet in Hong Kong, you absolutely have to invite Ling-jie!"

I laughed and said, "Not even close. I don't plan to get married so young. Besides, Ling-jie is my...

I couldn't think of a proper way to address her, but she said, "It should be... Grandma! Hahahaha!!"

I said, "Right, if I get married, why would Grandma be attending the banquet, right?!" As soon as I said that, we both laughed. Meanwhile, the driver in the front seat glanced at me in the rearview mirror, probably thinking, "How could this young woman be this man's grandma?!" "

Ling asked, "How long have you two been together?"

I said, "More than seven years! But... I don't know why, I still feel like something's not quite right..."

Ling reached out and gently pinched my cheek, saying, "Hmm! You little rascal, you dragged it out for seven years before saying something's not quite right, that's so unfair to the girl!"

I laughed and said, "That's what I think too, that's why I'm seriously considering marriage, but... knowing it's not suitable, but getting married just to be responsible, that's also wrong!" At that moment, I couldn't help but secretly glance at Ling's thighs exposed under her cheongsam. Sitting in the back seat, her cheongsam was slightly pulled up, revealing her thighs tightly encased in black stockings. Under the streetlights outside the car, her posture lacked the dignified bearing expected of an elder. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Sister Ling relaxed and spread her legs wide, her plump thighs holding endless allure in my eyes!

I don't know if the alcohol made me dull or bold, but throughout the banquet I often stole glances at Sister Ling, always when she wasn't paying attention. But at this moment, as I watched her gently sway her thigh, I stared blankly until Sister Ling suddenly said,

"What?! I've gained a lot of weight, haven't I?!" As she spoke, she lightly brushed her thigh with her hand, then turned to look at me.

I had just woken up and replied, "No?! How could that be?! You really haven't changed... You're still as beautiful as ever!!"

Sister Ling laughed and said, "Don't tease me! How could I not have changed... Oh dear, my own daughter is married now, how can I not admit I'm getting old!"

But at that moment, I was speaking the truth. I remembered the uncles and aunts I knew when I was young who were in their forties and looked really old. The woman in front of me was clearly a mature beauty, and she really hadn't aged at all! Even though she was wearing a traditional cheongsam, she looked quite sexy and charming! Seeing her say that, I couldn't help but reply,

"Really, no, Sister Ling... To be honest... just now... I was really... really attracted to your thighs!!"

Sister Ling was surprised by my response. She exclaimed "Oh!" and then lifted her legs, gently pulling her cheongsam down a little. Her smile vanished. She said,

"Jiaqin!! You're drunk. What are you saying? You're not a child anymore!!! Sister Ling is still your grandmother!!" With that, she crossed her arms and put on a stern face.

Seeing her serious expression, I immediately stopped smiling and apologized, saying, "I'm... I'm... I'm sorry..."

But then she suddenly burst into laughter, saying,

"Hahahaha~~~ Why are you so serious?! Silly boy!" Then she leaned her whole body against me, her hot body and stockinged legs pressing against me. I was really surprised and delighted, so I said again,

"Hahahaha!! Am I acting well?! I'm... I'm sorry... Hahahaha!" Not to be outdone, I gently put my hand on her shoulder, and she leaned against me naturally. I secretly placed my other hand on her waist and started tickling her. She immediately started twitching, unable to resist the tickling, laughing and trying to avoid me: "Ouch~ Wahahaha~ No!!! Stop it~ Help!!! Hahahaha!!"

I saw the driver looking in the rearview mirror, so I stopped immediately. Sister Ling also noticed the driver's expression. Seeing that I had stopped, she snuggled into my arms and lightly slapped my arm, saying coquettishly, "You're so naughty!! You know Sister Ling is most ticklish!!"

I was getting drunk and didn't care about anything else. Looking at the pretty woman in front of me, not caring who she was, I hugged her. Sister Ling didn't object at all. I guessed it had been a long time since she had hugged anyone. After all, her daughter was grown up, and she didn't have a boyfriend.

I gently hugged her from behind, feeling a sense of warmth. Ling's tied-up hair pressed against my nose, the pure atmosphere disrupted by the scent emanating from her hair. My mind started wandering back to that other thing.

Ling, however, didn't seem to mind. She leaned against me, smiling, and said, "Jiaqin~ It's so nice to be with you!!"

Seeing that she didn't resist, I hugged her even tighter. Her body was warm and soft, and the slight fat made her easy to hug. I replied,

"Me too!! It's so good to see you again, now we're...we're family..." With that, I buried my face in the hair at the back of her head, inhaling deeply.

She must have heard me say the word "family," because she then pulled my hands tightly to her chest, making our embrace even tighter. I thought to myself, wouldn't it be even better if we were embracing face-to-face?!

Just then, the taxi suddenly stopped. We both looked out the window; we were back in Hing Wah Estate. I had to let go of Ling-jie. She turned back before opening the door and said,

"Okay, Jia-qin should go to bed early too. Thank you for taking me home."

With that, she opened the door and got out of the car. Now I could once again fully admire her mature and sexy outfit from that evening, and the perfect curves of her body. I was truly reluctant to part, so I immediately took out my wallet and paid the fare. Ling-jie frowned, puzzled, but seeing my reaction, she could only stand by the roadside and wait for me.

After paying the fare, I immediately jumped out of the car and went to her. She laughed and said, "Why did you get out too?!"

I said, "It's late now, I'm worried about your safety, let me take you upstairs!" As I spoke, I stretched out my elbow, gesturing for her to take my arm, and she laughed and did so. But at the same time, she also said, "Silly boy~~ Have you forgotten what Sister Ling does? I get off work around this time every night, for almost twenty years, how could it be dangerous?!"

When we reached the slope, I let her gently lean on me for support, and laughed, "What's going on today?! You're dressed very beautifully tonight, if I were a thug, I would have gone up to chat you up too! Hahahaha!!"

She seemed to really like me taking her home, after all, she had drunk quite a lot, and her steps were unsteady. She took my arm with her other hand and said affectionately, "Hahaha, you foreigner, how could you be a 'rogue'?! Hahahaha, you're even more old-fashioned than me! Hahahaha!"

We chatted and laughed, tugging at each other, and soon we were back in front of her house. After she took out her key and opened the door, I turned and left. Actually, at that moment, we were both swaying, whether from the alcohol or from laughing too much. I said,

"Okay, Grandma, you should go to sleep early! I'm going back!"

Sister Ling kept laughing, took off her high heels and handed them to me for some reason, then said, "Okay...bye-bye, my good grandson! Hahahaha!!"

I held the still-hot high heels in my hand, and I could still clearly smell Sister Ling's feet. They smelled so good, but I couldn't help but laugh and say:

"Hahahaha, why did you give me the high heels!!! Hahahaha, you're drunk!!"

Sister Ling couldn't help laughing when she saw my expression, took the shoes back from my hand, and said, "Hahahaha... By the way, why?!!! Hahahaha!!"

After she took the shoes, she suddenly closed the door, and I stayed for a while, and then said softly: "It's early... Good night~~"

So, I left in the dark corridor. Half-drunk, I looked at my watch and it was exactly twelve o'clock. I was thinking about whether I should take a bus or walk home. !

Suddenly, the door of Sister Ling's house opened. She seemed to be a little more awake. She had let down her long hair. Under the backlight, she looked more than ten years younger. She took off her cheongsam and put on a brown velvet suspender nightgown. She had not yet taken off her stockings. She shouted:

"Jiaqin, I was just stunned... Hahaha, do you have enough money for a taxi?"

I was still a little unsatisfied, so I immediately ran back to her and answered, "Yes, I do~ but I might walk home!"

She said, "No, it's midnight now, too late, you must be very tired. Here, let me give you money for the taxi!"

I took the money and looked at her closely. She looked at me and made a curious expression. I said, "Hmm~ How should I put it?! Are you going back to the restaurant tomorrow, Sister Ling?"

She smiled gently and then shook her head. I said, "I'm very happy tonight, but I'm a little reluctant to leave you here..."

Sister Ling smiled, took my hand, opened the door, and said, "Okay! Then you can sleep here with Grandma tonight~ Hehehe."

I immediately went inside and closed the door. The outside environment had remained unchanged for ten years, but I didn't expect the interior decoration to be completely new. It seemed that Sister Ling had renovated this place after her divorce from her ex-husband. Although it wasn't luxurious at all, it was very tidy. She had been living with her daughter for the past few years, so the furniture and design were very feminine. As before, there were two rooms, but the larger room was now hers. Through the crack in the door, I could see that the walls were beige with many sunflower patterns, and there were some women's clothes hanging at the foot of the bed.

The living room is clean and simple, with white walls and wooden floors, only a red sofa, a small dining table for two, and a flat-screen TV on the wall.

As Sister Ling took my hand and opened the door to her daughter's old room, she said, "Actually, I don't want to be alone either. Although Ke'er and I haven't been together for many years, I'm still not used to her moving out... So, Sister Ling was just about to invite you to stay."

I looked into the room and noticed that everything was pink. I pretended to be surprised, and Sister Ling laughed. I said,

"I was worried... that I might bother you..."

She suddenly let go and said, "Wow~ Jiaqin, you're being so formal... I like it when you 'bother' me, hahaha!" As she said "bother," she lightly tapped my arm before running out of the living room.

Seeing how mischievous she was, I became excited and chased after her. She pretended to avoid me, but I grabbed her waist with both hands and tickled her relentlessly. She struggled and screamed, "Hahahaha!!! Ahhhhh! No!!! Waaaaahhhhhh! Help me, stop!! Hahahahahhhh!!!"

I hadn't expected her to react so strongly. She suddenly fell backward, and I immediately caught her, both of us tumbling onto the sofa. It was already late at night, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I stopped, and she stopped screaming. I lay on top of her, put my finger to my lips, and whispered, "Shu..." "Stop screaming, or the neighbors will call the police!"

Sister Ling smiled sweetly, her thick, long false eyelashes making her smile like a young girl. Neither of us noticed that we were almost face to face at that moment. Until we calmed down, our eyes suddenly met, and time seemed to stand still. Her eyes were very magnetic, and my hand unconsciously went to her thigh, which was covered by black stockings under her half-lifted nightgown. The excitement in my hand traveled to my brain, and I felt my private parts swell slightly.

I was enjoying this perfect moment. She was pinned down by me, her thighs being caressed by me, yet she didn't resist. Her eyes were watery, and her cheeks were flushed. But all of this was ruined by my suddenly swollen penis.

My hard penis pressed against the depths between her legs. Even through her nightgown, it was still very obvious. Sister Ling woke up immediately when she felt the hardness and pushed me away, causing me to fall to the ground.

Her face was completely red, completely different from her usual worldly, calm, and smooth self. Whether it was from the alcohol or something she felt guilty about, she couldn't say anything when she sat up: "This...you...sigh!"

At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, or perhaps I knew that I had already missed this opportunity once, and if I missed it again, there would definitely be no next time. I got up from the floor, my eyes fixed on the mature woman I had a childhood crush on, but she deliberately avoided my gaze.

She understood my intention and was about to leave when I pounced on her like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, pinning her back down on the sofa. This time she struggled, trying to push me away with her feet, but I was much taller and bigger, and she couldn't escape. She kept crying out,

"No!! Jiaqin!!! Let me go... You've misunderstood!!! Ouch~~~ Let me go!!! No!!!!"

But the angrier she became, the stronger her unique scent became, bewitching me. I gently brought my lips to hers. At first, she was still screaming, and our lips couldn't touch, but I persisted, gently kissing her lips and lower lip. Gradually, she felt my tenderness and stopped trying to kiss me gently.

The sounds in the room, from the initial laughter to the later struggles and screams, to this moment of silent kissing, were all audible to us. The stark contrast made us even more aware of who we were with and what we were doing! The twisted relationship and the illicit entanglement intensified our desires. Now that it had begun, Lingjie finally stopped struggling.

Having given up the struggle, she began to enjoy it earnestly, actively kissing me, and even first putting her tongue into my mouth. I hadn't tasted her mouth in years, and it was as sweet as I remembered!

We were kissing on the sofa, and her hands first hugged my neck, and then gradually moved around, first touching my back, and then grabbing my buttocks tightly.

We kissed wildly for a while, and both of us relaxed. There was no struggle or entanglement earlier. She hugged me tenderly and whispered in my ear: "Well~~ It's very comfortable... Jiaqin, maybe you do this... It really brings the long-lost happiness to Sister Ling~ But that's it for us. I'm almost twenty years older than you..."

I interrupted her speech with a kiss. She frowned, but there was a hint of pampering at the corner of her mouth. With a loving smile, I returned several kisses and said, "Heh... Besides, we just became relatives... I'm your grandmother now..."

I kissed her again, and this time she squinted her eyes, saying between kisses, "You... also have... a fiancée in... Australia~"

After she finished speaking, she was already aroused by my kisses, and took the initiative to hug and kiss me, even rolling around on the sofa. She rolled down to the top and then back down.

My hand tried to slip under her skirt, and after touching her stockinged buttocks, I said, "Heh...heh...um, Sister Ling...you said we can only do this...but...can we do this all night...I'd be willing to do it like this..."

Perhaps because Sister Ling was the first Chinese woman I'd been with since I became an adult, I loved every inch of her skin. Her face and neck were fair with a rosy glow, yet firm and delicate, unlike my girlfriend's skin, which was rough and hairy. After saying that, I kissed her neck and licked her earlobe, carefully enjoying every part of her.

Ling kept her eyes tightly closed, letting me kiss

her wildly, but she kept saying, "All night?!

How can you... Ohh ...

I don't know how long we kissed, but it was probably almost half an hour. I just remember that at that moment, I was so familiar with the taste of her lips, saliva, and the fragrance of her body that I became numb. But my body couldn't stop. Our hands had already caressed each other's backs, buttocks, and thighs many times, the touch as familiar as our own bodies.

I saw that Sister Ling in front of me had already closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness in my arms like a little bird nestled against me. The alcohol and the late night made her consciousness hazy, but the lights in the room and the living room were still bright. I knew that she had completely softened, so I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with half-open, squinting eyes. She knew that I was going to take her into the room, but she didn't say anything. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had a thousand words left unsaid.

I said, "My dear... don't worry, I just want you to be more comfortable..."

With that, I closed the door. The silence of the small room seemed to stir some desire within her; she shivered. I turned off all the lights, leaving only the streetlights outside.

I placed her on the bed, but unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. I wondered, who is this? Isn't this the elder who struggled to stop me from being intimate earlier?

I obediently lay down beside her, and she returned to her previous position on the sofa, embracing me and kissing me passionately. We were much more comfortable on the large bed, and we kissed passionately for a while longer, both enjoying the darkness with our eyes closed.

Perhaps we were both too tired, and the alcohol made us drowsy, so we fell asleep in each other's arms without realizing it.

Around dawn, I suddenly woke up, my heart burning. Opening my eyes, my eyes already adjusted to the light, I looked at the real woman in my arms. Her nightgown was half-on, revealing a pink floral bra with red trim. She had her plump, black-stockinged thighs straddling my right leg. The feeling of my hand against her stockings sent my thoughts to another part of my body.

The fire in my heart had come from my still-erect lower body; at this moment, it wasn't just an itch from within. Ignoring whether she was asleep, I quietly took off my outer pants and stockings. I gently slipped my right leg between hers; she was sleeping on her side, so it naturally clamped my thigh between her legs. I'd learned from our earlier intimate moments that she liked this position; it must give her some kind of pleasure.

I half-pulled off my underwear, took out my itchy, swollen penis, and couldn't help but stroke it, which slightly cooled my burning desire. In fact, just looking at her black-stockinged thighs and sexy toes clamped around me was enough to make me climax, but I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, after all, I'd been holding back all night. But I didn't dare to celebrate too soon, worried that too much movement would wake Sister Ling.

I was extremely sensitive at that moment, and soon I closed my eyes to enjoy the arrival of orgasm, but suddenly I felt a delicate hand on my genitals, grasping my penis and shaking it. I turned around and saw Sister Ling, half-asleep, saying in a hoarse yet magnetic voice, "It must be tough! This is all we do... Let me relieve you..."

Before I could answer, I felt my lower body enveloped in soft warmth. The streetlights shone into the bedroom. We had just woken up, our strength restored, but our willpower was still swayed by the alcohol and the late hour, filled with primal desire. What a man and a woman should do came too naturally; morality and ethics were no longer worth considering!

Ling had just woken up, her nightgown disheveled. From my angle, I saw a beautiful woman with long hair covering her face, head to head, enjoying my manhood. Her mature body was half-naked, swaying in front of me. Her nightgown was pulled up to her waist, revealing her panties covered by black stockings and two incredibly sexy legs for me to caress.

Having been deprived of male pleasure for a long time, she quickly became aroused, her sucking becoming more forceful and faster. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't help but cry out, ignoring the fact that it was already 3 a.m.: "Oh!!!!!!!!! Wow!!!!!!!!! So good!!!!!!!!!"

My cries brought her satisfaction, though her mouth was full, she still let out muffled moans: "Mmm!!!!!!!!! Mmm~~~~~~"

While my body was very satisfied, I felt a sense of loss. After all, I hadn't seen this mature woman's full form yet. Wasn't she already crossing the line by giving me oral sex?!

I immediately pulled it out, got up, and laid her on the bed. I hid between her legs, spreading her thighs apart. Although she was already out of her mind, she still said, "Oh...no...don't!" But

I ignored her; lust had long since overcome reason. I pressed my face against the stockings covering her panties. It was already soaking wet and had a very strong smell. She was still pretending to be a lady!

I blurted out, "Wow!!! So wet and fragrant!!!! Sister Ling~~ Do you know how many years I've wanted to see this place?!!!!!"

Actually, she already knew about my wicked thoughts about her ten years ago. Now that it was just the two of us, and things had already turned out this way, she stopped pretending and said, "Oh dear~~ Don't

say that... I... of course I know... but please, it's dirty and filthy, don't smell it anymore... baby~~~" That word "baby" might have been the turning point in our relationship. I knew her feelings had changed, so without saying another word, I frantically licked her private parts through her stockings. The warm breath, combined with the teasing and vibrations of my tongue, brought endless pleasure to Sister Ling's untouched paradise in an instant.

She was aroused, her thighs clamped tightly around my neck, and she pressed my head down with her hands, crying out, "Ah!!! No! It's so itchy!!!! Wow!!!! Oh my!!! It's been so long since I've felt this!!!"

I kept licking and rubbing, and occasionally used my fingers to scrape up and down on both sides of my lips, but there was just too much lustful fluid flowing out there. When my fingers scraped, white fluid would seep out of the black stockings. Of course, I wouldn't waste it, I ate it all.

The dignified and mature mother was gone. After enjoying herself for a while, Sister Ling arched her back, put her hands inside the stockings and panties, and with a lewd expression on her face, tried to gently pull them down. While I was busy servicing the beauty's vulva, I noticed her panties were half-undone, revealing thick, black pubic hair.

This was the first time in my life I had actually seen an Asian woman's pubic hair; it felt strange, both ugly and obscene, yet also sexy!

Seeing her unable to resist taking off her panties and stockings, I automatically lifted my thighs and pressed them against her chest, thus revealing her entire vulva!

I finally saw Sister Ling's pubic area!! But I wanted to remember this scene clearly, to see it clearly, so I got up and turned on the room light. Sister Ling squinted her eyes for a moment and said, "No!!! Turn it off~~~ I'm shy~~~"

I ignored her, took off my own underwear, and then took off her stockings and underwear, and then took off her bra, saying, "What's there to be shy about? You won't let me really do it with you, at least let me admire your perfect body!! Oh~~ Your breasts are really big and beautiful~~ Hmm" "It's still so soft~~~"

she said as I sucked on her nipple. "Oh~~~ Oh~~~ Ugh!!! How could this be~~~ My body isn't perfect~~~ Silly~~~ Oh!!!!!!!"

Yes, she was indeed in her forties, and some parts of her body were a bit loose, such as the inner thighs or lower abdomen, but her buttocks and breasts were very full. Her naked body exuded an indescribable beauty and attraction. As I admired her beautiful flesh, my penis became harder and harder!

Under the light, she could clearly see my muscular body, and even more obviously, her lower body had become very hard. After all, she was in her prime, and she even showed a lustful look in her eyes. I then turned her over and placed her on top of me, putting her labia on my face. Of course, she was facing my erect penis.

I didn't signal her to do anything, just focused on enjoying her wet lips. Under the light, I savored every inch more carefully, inserting my tongue more precisely into the sensitive spots inside her. She immediately moaned, "Wow!!!! Oh!!!!!! Oh!!! That's it~~~ Oh!!! Ahhh!!!!!!"

I knew I was in the right spot, so I frantically licked and rolled my tongue around that area, making her moan even more. She pressed her clitoris against me, but she was still itching inside. Suddenly, she took my penis and put it in her mouth, releasing the shock and pleasure from her lower body onto the penis in her mouth!

This made me enjoy it even more, so I doubled my efforts to give her that kind of pleasure. We enjoyed each other like this for a while, and I was actually ready to ejaculate, but then I suddenly heard her say very softly:

" Ah

...

Sweating profusely, her hair disheveled, face flushed, and eyes glazed over, she cried out like a woman in heat, "I don't care anymore... I don't care about anything... I haven't done it in so long... Please come in quickly... Good girl... Oh!!!"

I, too, was eager to pounce, so I spread her legs, gently lifted her onto my shoulders, and aimed my penis at her soaking wet vulva. I first gently rubbed it a few times, then said:

"Oh~~~ Is it comfortable??!! Do you want it??!! But, I don't have a condom!!!!"

"Oh~~~ It feels so good~~~ Stop rubbing... It's so itchy!!!! It's okay, just don't ejaculate inside... Come on... Please!!!!"

I continued rubbing, saying, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Then call me... Call your good husband to fuck you!!!"

Ling, who had transformed into a slut, tried several times to press her lower body against my penis without success, and immediately shouted, "Of course you can!!! Oh!!! Good husband~~~ Fuck your horny wife's pussy!!!! Give me pleasure...!!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, I inserted my entire penis to the bottom.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!!!!! Oh!!!!!!!!!!" We both screamed at the same time. Her voice was completely hoarse, but it was full of enjoyment and relief.

Her vagina was covered in vaginal fluid and very slippery. After I pressed her thighs down, we became one. She couldn't help but feel the pleasure in her lower body and tightly gripped my waist with her hands.

I slowly started to sway, but because I usually have full-body service with Megyn, I didn't expect it to feel so close without it. The mature woman's expression of extreme enjoyment made me exclaim, "Oh!!! Oh!!! So this is what it feels like to be naked!!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! It's so tight~"

Ling didn't respond, only moving her lower body to match mine, making each thrust deeper and harder. She kept swaying and pulling me into wet kisses. My lower body felt increasingly tight, so I retaliated with even more force, thrusting into her hard and fiercely. She started to get wild, moaning:

"Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! It feels so good!!! Husband!!! Husband, fuck your horny wife~~~ Harder!!!!"

I never expected that the usually dignified Sister Ling would be so lewd in bed. I loved it so much that we both screamed, "Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Hussy wife!!! Is this it!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!! I'll fuck you to death!!! Now!!! It's so good to fuck your horny wife!!!"

We then changed positions, woman on top. When Sister Ling was riding me, although her brows were furrowed, she had a lewd smile on her face, and with her huge breasts bouncing up and down, I could hardly control myself! You see, her buttocks and thighs were the softness of a mature woman, and the mixture of her juices and sweat made my penis feel numb with lubrication.

I just kept thrusting upwards with all my might. The rhythm changed, and suddenly, every time I thrust upwards, she would sit down. She loved the feeling of deep penetration, and after a few thrusts, she started to climax.

"Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!! Oh!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Husband, ah!!!! Don't stop!!!!"

I wanted her to have the most pleasurable climax, so I ignored her words, got up and let her lie down, and continued to fuck her hard without stopping.

In this position, it was easier for me to exert force, so I started to attack wildly. Sister Ling had long since abandoned all decorum, spreading her fleshy legs wide to welcome my penetration with every thrust. She was making me feel so good that I said,

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah Ling... I don't want you to be my grandmother~~~ Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! I want you to really be my wife!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! This feels so good!!! I want to do it with you every night!!! Ah!!! I can't take it anymore... I have to pull out!!!"

But Sister Ling's fleshy thighs were tightly clamped around me, not allowing me to pull out, and she even rubbed me faster with her clitoris, adding fuel to the fire, and moaned, "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Shoot!! Good husband!!! Fill me up!!! Make me pregnant!!! I want to have a child for my good husband!!! Ah ah "Ah!!! That's right!!! I'm coming too!!!"

The hoarse, magnetic voice, combined with those words, coming from the mouth of the mature beauty I'd secretly admired for years, how could I possibly hold back? " Ah

... Seeing this filled me with a sense of satisfaction, and I couldn't help but immediately hug and kiss my grandmother, who had become my woman from that moment on. We were both naked in bed, and Lingjie nestled into my arms. Even though we had just made love, I couldn't resist caressing every part of her body. Lingjie: "Mmm...so good, it's been such a long, long time since I've felt this good...What's wrong with you, so many hands, still touching me like that...silly pig~" I said, "What did you call me?!" She thought for a moment and didn't say anything, so I kissed her passionately and had her use her bare thighs to hold my legs. She put her face close to my ear and whispered, "Husband~" We didn't sleep much that early morning. I was a budding, mature woman, while Ling was rediscovering her passion after a long absence. We hit it off immediately—a perfect match, like a ravenous wolf meeting a young, lustful boy. This was how our relationship began, a May-December romance spanning twenty years. Three months later, Ling and I secretly moved to Melbourne because she was pregnant with my child. It was somewhat expected, really, because from that day on, we had sex almost every day, and always without protection. We were addicted to the feeling, unable to sleep every night! I broke up with Megyn, and when I introduced Ling to her, she didn't even notice the age difference between us! So, it seems our cultural differences were just too great after all. At first, Ke'er thought Ling was just traveling in Australia, but after she settled in, we officially told her and my father what had happened. This morning, I married my beloved Lingjie. Although only my friends from Australia witnessed the wedding, because they didn't know about our relationship, we didn't invite my father or Ke'er. While we're not related by blood, and it's certainly not incestuous, in Chinese culture, I did indeed marry my maternal grandmother. My wife is heavily pregnant right now, but still so alluring and beautiful. She's telling me to stop writing and come be with her. Well, in Western culture, it's okay to have sex while pregnant! Finally, I heard Ke'er gave birth yesterday to a baby boy. My wife said that besides the fact that it's rare for mother and daughter to get pregnant around the same time, she asked me if I knew I'd become my own grandfather!

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