Gentle Motherly Sex

I've always thought my mother was a very peaceful woman, her life revolving around family and work. As time went by, although
the years etched their marks on her face, she remained a beautiful woman.
From a young age, I preferred spending time with my mother because she was so gentle. She would softly pat me to sleep,
and I would snuggle in her arms. Those were the happiest times of my life. But those happy memories remain only in my childhood
recollections; life is never always so beautiful. My father is an honest man, but in this day and age ,
being honest is practically synonymous with being a coward. A few years ago,
the factory went bankrupt, and most workers were laid off.
My father only managed to keep his job thanks to his comrade-in-arms, Uncle Zheng, who had become the head of the personnel department at the textile bureau
. My family, like many ordinary Chinese families around the world, experiences bitterness with occasional moments of sweetness,
but life is full of disappointments.
My mother's life at her workplace isn't going too well either. Being in her early forties
is such an awkward age for a woman working in a factory. * q9 mt- e& q
I want to keep working here. I haven't reached the age limit yet, but young people keep coming to the company.
My family situation doesn't allow me to sell my seniority. Because I'm going to university next year,
& l5 z- n$ s, v& e$ v My mother has to work hard. Her once bright smile is much less frequent now. Although I'm growing up, I still
love seeing her smiling face.
$ d% @0 ^6 m9 f! p$ p _ When I was in elementary school, my mother wasn't working in the office she works in now. She was a warehouse
keeper in a low-level valuables warehouse. Back then, I kept hearing my mother say to me, "Son, you must study
hard. Look, after I gave birth to you, I went to school and now I don't have to go to the factory. Son, you; m4
Can you imagine Mom like this? Back then ,
looking at the uncles and aunts doing manual labor in the workshop or other jobs, I had the utmost admiration for my mom
. After giving birth to me, she actively pursued further education and finally earned a college diploma.
The small warehouse where my mom worked was her own little world, because the goods in that warehouse
were only used when producing some of the highest-end products, so she rarely came there. Plus, my mom was
one of the few college graduates at the time, so when there were no other positions available for her, the supervisor put her in charge of the warehouse.
Back then, I was still young, and no one at home could take care of me, so my mother often brought me along. My boss, turning
a blind eye, pretended not to know that I had a small bed of my own in the warehouse.
My small bed was at the very back of the warehouse, behind some goods placed on the floor. Through
the gaps in the sparse goods, I could barely see his desk.
After school at noon, I would go to my mother's workplace for lunch and then sleep on my little bed. But
I never expected to see something I never imagined while lying on that bed.
That event had a profound impact on my life; to this day, I will never forget what I saw and heard
.
I remember it was summer vacation, a Saturday noon. I was sleeping on my little bed, having
a sweet dream, the dream I had since college, when a loud noise shattered it. The first thing I said when I woke up was my mother's very low voice:
"
Oh no, my son is awake." "
What's wrong with you?" I couldn't help but think. Just as I was about to reply, I heard another man
's voice.
"No, listen, there's no sound. Let me see." As he spoke, a figure stood up.
At the time, I didn't know what was going on, but I instinctively closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I only opened my eyes a crack, and saw that the chair where my mother used to sit was gone, replaced by a suitcase spread on the floor
.
His black high heels had been taken off and were scattered under the table. Next to her shoes was a pair of... Men 's
leather shoes, and two pairs of socked feet standing on the ground.
Then the man and my mother sat down again. After I was sure they couldn't see me, I
opened my eyes wide again.
Through the goods, I looked at the two people. The man was holding my mother, sitting on the cardboard on the ground. The other
man was a large, fat man older than my mother, with a receding hairline. He gently parted my mother's shoulder-length breasts
.Her hair was wavy, and her tongue was kissing his ear.
My mother stepped forward to avoid him, but the man's hand firmly held her head. The expression on her face
wasn't one of disgust, but rather a half-smile. At the time, I didn't know what they were doing,
but my intuition made me curious.
The man placed his hand on the buttons of my mother's white, semi-transparent blouse, unbuttoning the top button, and slipped his
hand inside. I only saw his hand wriggling inside her clothes. Her face seemed to be in pain, revealing
an expression I had never seen before.
"Qiuying, how are you? Are you comfortable?" the man said to my mother.
"Keep your voice down, don't wake my son." The mother tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and
sealed his lips with hers.
I remember back then, when there were kissing scenes on TV, I asked my mother if I could do that with her,
and she would laugh and hug me, telling me I couldn't do that with her, not even with my father. But why is she
doing it with other people now?
The man's right hand was rummaging inside his clothes, while his left hand was unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt one by one
. He undid it completely, then pulled open the sides of his mother's shirt, revealing her flesh-colored bra.
He then took off his own shirt, leaving his upper body only covered by his bra.
At that time, I was eating placenta and ginseng with my mother, which had a strong stimulating effect on my growth.
When I was very young, my penis could already get erect. When I saw my mother like this, my
little penis was already hard.
At this moment, the man stood up and quickly took off his shirt and trousers. His underwear contained a large bag.
The mother sat on the cardboard with her legs half-bent. She unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper. At this moment, the man also sat down. He hugged the mother and slowly helped her pull down her yellow skirt from her waist. He
gently stroked her thighs, which were still covered by flesh-colored pantyhose. His hand was placed on her buttocks, and he slipped it inside the pantyhose. He also kissed her bare shoulder with his tongue. He used his teeth to bite the strap of her flesh-colored bra, pulling it from her shoulder to her arm. h6 z& ~) z8 z. h also automatically cooperated by slowly pulling down her pantyhose from her waist. Underneath, she wore a pair of matching panties. At this moment, both of Mom's bra straps had come off. I could clearly see her breasts exposed, two large, white mounds. "Qiuying, come... move a little, I'll take off your panties." The man took off her panties : }( m& ~0 h* w5 s and placed her hand on the man's bulging lower body., c4 o ^, d( a "Hurry up, my son might wake up at any moment." Mom said to the man. 9 m! }) md$ b, @ g0 The man listened, unhooked his mother's bra, pushed her down onto the cardboard, his balding head resting on her chin. He grasped her full breasts with both hands and sucked them into his mouth , making sucking sounds. "Ah...so good...God...gently...gently...my son can hear me..." the mother moaned softly to the man. "Good...mmm...so fragrant...so sweet..." the man mumbled incoherently. While sucking on her breast, the man held and played with her other breast. Mom held his head in her hands, rubbing her feet against his thighs, half-sitting up . With one hand around the man's neck , her other hand reached for his penis, still covered by his underwear, stroking the bulge with her slender fingers. At this moment, the man could no longer resist, pulling down his underwear, revealing a penis, much larger than I was at the time, menacingly erect . Mom lay completely flat on the cardboard, quietly waiting, the man's fat body pressing down on her white skin. It was all about the body. He was holding his own penis, trying to penetrate her. At the time, I knew what was going on, and I thought the man was so stupid, he had been trying to penetrate her for so long; but it was still the same. My mother, who had been closing her eyes, opened them and looked at the man, and smiled softly. I loved seeing his smile the most; his smile was so sweet.

At this moment, the mother supported her entire body with one elbow, raising her legs wide open, almost pressing them against her
. One hand guided the man's penis below, calling out, "Come in..." The man thrust his
hips forward, their waists meeting, and then the man pressed himself back onto the mother
. His head rested on the man's body, his head buried in the man's chest, his tongue licking and sucking the man's nipples
, then gently biting them with his teeth.
The man's hands were on the ground, his waist thrusting against his mother. Although he was being careful,
the sound of their bodies colliding was still clearly audible.
The mother sucked on one side and then the other, constantly switching between them. The man's nipples were covered in the mother
's saliva. "Wu Qiuying
, your oral skills are pretty good... oh... be gentle... don't bite so hard..." the man called out
her name, pulled her head away, and pressed the mother completely against the cardboard.
He held her head with one hand, pressed his big mouth against her mouth again, and with the other hand, he scooped up
one of her legs from below. At this moment, I saw his big penis appearing and disappearing from below her from time to time. The mother had one arm around
the
man's neck, their mouths pressed together, their heads occasionally tilting to the side, their tongues moving
in and out of each other's mouths. The man's hand remained on his chest ,
gently holding it, while the mother's long-fingered fingers circled his nipples.
I didn't know what they were doing, but they maintained this position, only their waists moving constantly
. I don't know how much time passed, but I started to feel sleepy again.
Then, the man released his legs, and his mouth opened.
“You’re so strong… Can you hurry up… There’s only half an hour left before I have to go to work…” Mom
said softly.
After hearing this, the man reached behind him. “ Qiuying
, wrap your legs around my waist.”
Mom obediently wrapped her legs around the man’s waist, clinging to him even tighter. She held onto his ribs.
Both of them were covered in sweat, and the cardboard on the ground was wet. The man’s previously mechanical movements had changed.
At this moment, short, intermittent groans escaped his lips, like the sound of pain in some part of his body, but to me,
these sounds didn't feel painful at all; instead, they were exceptionally gentle, making them very soothing to listen to. Those soft
groans were like heavenly music, unforgettable for a lifetime.
Years later, I too had women and heard such sounds, but none were as evocative as the one I heard from my mother's lips
.
The man pressed down hard, then pulled out high, moving on top of the mother like this. After more
than a hundred such movements, the mother, who had been holding onto the man's hands and wrapped her legs around him more tightly, relaxed after only a few more movements. The man was
still pressing down on her, continuing his movements.
After
another thirty or so movements, he leaned forward, pressing his entire body against hers.
The mother gasped again as the man thrust forward. The two of them held each other tightly, breathing heavily
. A few minutes later, the two stood up. The mother wiped her genitals with paper, and the man asked her to help him
wipe as well, which she did.
After they got dressed, they sat on his chair and touched each other for a while before the man tiptoed away
.
At that moment, I heard my mother's high heels clicking on the floor as she walked over and put down the cardboard box. I deliberately turned around
, rubbing my eyes, and told her about my dream. My mother was already dressed and looked as
beautiful as ever.
Chapter Two: Time passed day by day, and I went from elementary school to high school. I experienced many joys and sorrows,
but none left particularly deep memories.
That afternoon, after finishing my self-study class, I returned home from school and found someone already home. I looked at the sofa
and saw his purse, but my mother wasn't in the living room, and there was no sound from the kitchen. I didn't know...
Is she coming to my room to help me pack my things? I have a few pornographic comics I borrowed from classmates in my desk.
I peeked into my room, but my mom wasn't there.
This made me suspicious. Then I heard noises coming from her room. I tiptoed towards my mom
's room. The door was a crack open. I peeked inside. My mom was in bed talking on the phone.
"Really? Don't lie to me," she said, laughing as she spoke. She
didn't even notice me coming home. Z
's mother was still wearing her work clothes, a light purple coat over a matching vest, her
large breasts pressing against the slightly narrow vest. Her pink knee-length skirt
was rolled up because she was sleeping on the bed, and I could clearly see her beautiful legs through the slits on both sides. You could say her entire thighs
were exposed.
Mom was laughing incessantly while on the phone, rubbing her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, looking incredibly alluring.
A pair of flesh-colored, cross-stitched high heels lay casually on the floor. Mom held the phone in one hand, and
gently stroked her thigh with the other. The way she looked made me a little mesmerized.
"No, maybe not tonight. My son's home, I can't leave," she said, shifting the topic to me.
Of course I noticed her body, but what followed was a different story. "What? My husband, he's away on a
business trip. It's really impossible," my mother continued.
At that moment, I couldn't help but recall the scene in the comic book my classmate had lent me, where a married woman was having an affair. Could it be Mom? Mom
was still talking, but I wasn't listening to what she was saying anymore. Then I remembered a scene from many years ago, and
I resolutely decided to see what my mom was up to. I went into the living room, threw my schoolbag loudly on the sofa,
and immediately ran to her room. Mom looked a little flustered as I went into her room.
"Mom, I've arranged to meet my classmates to play ball at school. Hurry up and cook dinner, I'll leave after I eat," I said to Mom.
Mom hadn't hung up the phone yet; she nodded at me. “ Okay
, Mom will do it right away.” Before Mom could finish speaking, I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.
I immediately turned on the speakerphone on the phone in my room to hear what Mom had to say.
“My son is back, I need to cook.” Mom was about to hang up.
At that moment, a man’s voice came from the other end of the line.
“I heard you. Your son isn’t home tonight. I’ll come up.”
“No, what if he suddenly comes back? No way.” Mom said to the man.
“Please don’t do this, it really can’t be tonight.” Mom continued to plead with the man.
“Then let’s find another place, let’s find another place, like the XX Cinema.
Wasn’t it great last time?” the man said to the mother.
“Please, have mercy on me, it really won’t work,” the mother said to the man.
“It’s settled then, if you don’t go, I’ll keep calling. Wait, let me see what
movies are showing tonight. Okay, let’s go with XXX, that’s settled.”
“How can you do this? You should at least discuss it with me before you go.” His tone was clearly
angry.
“Then you try it, if you don’t come, I’ll call,” the man continued to threaten the mother. “Okay, see you
later.” Mom reluctantly agreed, and the two said goodbye. I knew I should
hang up too, otherwise Mom would hear me eavesdropping on the phone. Mom
quickly prepared dinner, but I had no appetite, only putting food into my mouth. By the time I finished eating, it was already 6:45.
Anyway, I already knew where Mom was going, so I just had to go there.
“Mom, I’m off.” I rode my bike towards the movie theater.
When I arrived, I bought tickets for the movie Mom and the others wanted to see. There were only a few people when I entered. I looked for… I
sat down in the last seat. After about ten minutes, the movie started, and the entire theater went dark. I huddled
in a corner, quietly watching the entrance. Not many people were entering, but every time someone came in, I looked outside;
my mind was never on the movie.
I had been waiting in the theater for over ten minutes, and every second of those minutes felt like…
A year is so long. Just when I was about to despair and prepare to seriously watch this movie, which I didn't actually like that much,
the curtain at the entrance of the theater opened, and I reflexively moved closer inside. A man and a woman
walked in side by side.
Just as I expected, they finally arrived. The woman was, of course, my mother. In the dim
light outside, I could see she was still wearing her original clothes. The man looked to be about thirty years old, rather thin, but
I didn't have a very good impression of him.
They found a seat near the edge, but not in the last row. I
moved from my original seat to the second row behind them. I
took the latest eavesdropping device I bought from the market out of my bag and propped it
up on the seam of the chair, pointing it at where my mother and the others were
. “Qiuying, feel it, isn’t it big?” the man said to my mother.
My mother just grunted and didn’t say anything. I looked ahead; his head was tilted slightly downwards, and his arm
was stretched out towards the man’s genitals.
“Come on, help me suck it, otherwise it’ll be difficult later,” the man said to my mother.
“No, not here, it’s not good if someone sees,” his voice was pleading. “What’s wrong with that
? Weren’t you quite open online back then? We had online sex the first time we talked. It’s
not like it’s the first time we’ve done it online, what are you afraid of?” The man’s head, which had been looking at the screen, turned
towards the mother.
“Come on, hold him, look how hot and hard he is, you want him too, don’t you?” The man continued to tease the mother.
One of his hands went down as if pulling her hand, while the other hand was on her shoulder, as if trying to pull the mother’s upper
body down.
“Speak softly, someone’s listening,” Mom said to the man.
“Then be good, suck me.” The man said as he pulled his head down. I could no longer see Mom, only hear the sounds of
her sucking his penis and moaning from her nose, “Xue, Xue, mmm, mmm.” “Ah, not bad, your tongue is really nimble.” I heard the sound of clothes being pulled up, then I heard a muffled thud, a snap, and then Mom’s ecstatic moan. “Mmm, be quiet, this is a public place.” But I didn’t hear Mom’s usual clear voice. The words were rather indistinct. Then, the soft sucking sounds started again. "Okay, I'll listen to you, my baby. Look, your little hole is all wet. And you're wearing such sexy stockings. Come on, lift your butt up, I'm going to take off your panties." The man said frivolously to the mother. "Isn't it for your convenience if I don't wear pantyhose!" the mother said to the man. The mother straightened up halfway, and I finally saw her face. Her hair was a little messy, and her mouth was open. But she didn't stand up; she just held onto the man and let him pull down her panties. I saw her lift her left leg first, and the man... c) The man's body was no longer visible. Then, Mom straightened up a little and raised one leg. The man straightened up, and there was a pair of underwear in his hand. He put it to his nose and inhaled it like he was smoking drugs. "It smells so good, baby. Did you spray perfume on it?" the man said as he threw the underwear on the floor behind him. "Come on, sit down, baby, time is of the essence." the man urged Mom. "Alright , I'm coming, you impatient lecher." Mom, who had been sitting in her seat, leaned over the chair the man was sitting on . I sat on the back of the chair in front of my mother. I glanced around; the other couples who had come to watch the movie were also engrossed in their own lives, but they were only kissing each other, not engaging in any physical intimacy like my mother and her husband. They were too busy with their own lives to notice me. I moved a few seats away so I could see what my mother and her husband were doing from the side. The man had one hand under her buttocks, her head resting on her hand, looking back at the man. Suddenly, the man pulled her buttocks towards him , and I heard my mother let out a long sigh through my headphones. "Ah, they're in, that's good." My mother's sweet voice sounded like heavenly music to my ears.

“Baby, it’s big, hard, isn’t it? Is it good?” the man asked the mother while thrusting his hips.
“Good, really good! Ah! Good!” his reply was broken.
His body leaned forward repeatedly, his head arching forward rhythmically. At this moment, the man pulled down his mother’s outer garment
, revealing her in a purple tank top. He leaned forward, kissing his mother's
still pale shoulders in the dimly lit movie theater. He lifted her tank top and reached behind her to try and unhook her bra,
but couldn't find it after a while.
Just then, he heard his mother chuckle and say, "It's a front-opening bra, you silly boy." Hearing this, the man reached his hand to the front
and then didn't take it out.
"Oh, my nipples feel so good, be gentle, don't be so rough," his mother said to the man between breaths.
"Sister Ying, your breasts are so big, I can't even hold one on each side," the man also panted.
"Want to suck it, little brother?" The man didn't answer, he just nodded. The mother put her hands behind his back and hugged his head
, while the man slipped under his armpit and sucked on one of his nipples. Because they were sitting on the very edge
, no one saw them, and I deliberately sat a little lower than the chair, so they didn't notice me.
I bent down, picked up my mother's underwear from the floor, and pulled out my penis. I smelled it first, ah
, it smells so good. Then, I put his underwear on my penis.
"Sister Ying, your butt is so perky, I like it." The man grabbed his butt and thrust forward. My mother
almost stood up, she was holding onto the back of the chair, and from above I could see that her legs were stomping on the ground. Because
I noticed her upper body moving up and down intermittently, even when the man wasn't thrusting forward.
They maintained this position for about ten minutes. The man's forward-leaning back gradually
lowered, and he sat down, while the mother's buttocks kept pushing back, allowing her to sit on the man's lap. The man pulled the mother
towards him, his hands tightly embracing her, but their bodies continued to move. In my headphones, all
I could hear was the man's panting and his moans; the movie audio from the headphones wasn't
as clear anymore.
After another ten minutes or so, I noticed their movements were more vigorous, their bodies pressed even closer together
. The two men's panting and moaning grew more rapid. The penis I was holding also increased its speed.
"Sister, I'm coming, I can't hold on anymore, ah, I'm coming," the man said to his mother.
"Me too, ah, oh, oh," the mother also climaxed at this moment.
The man's head was pressed against his mother's back, and his mother's head was also leaning back. At this moment, I couldn't hold on anymore either,
but I thought of something and pulled his mother's underwear down to the base of my penis. When my semen came out,
I took his mother's underwear off and let the semen shoot onto the tissue I had prepared.
I slumped down in a chair, and the mothers in front of me were also resting in chairs. About five minutes later,
I heard my mother say, "I have to go home now. It'll be troublesome if my son comes home and doesn't see me. Let me get up and wash up." As she spoke,
she fastened her bra and pulled down her tank top.
Upon hearing this, I threw his underwear back from under the chair, hiding it completely underneath.
The man helped my mother pick up the underwear, and she pulled her skirt down, took the underwear from him, put it in her
small bag, smoothed her hair, and left. The man followed behind her to the restroom, and as she left, he
touched her buttocks, which my mother deliberately wiggled. Their faces were turned towards the screen, so they couldn't see me
.
Now was the perfect time to leave. As they entered the restroom, I packed all my tools into my bag, keeping them safe. I
took my bicycle from the station and rode towards home. I hid in a grove of trees two blocks from home,
waiting for my mother to come home first. At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what my mother looked like wearing underwear stained with a little of my semen
.
About thirty minutes later, just when I thought my mother had already come home via another route, a taxi
stopped in front of me. My mother, accompanied by a man, got out of the taxi. As she passed by me, I heard her say,
"You're really bold, doing it again in the toilet. Rushing into the women's restroom like that, it's a good thing no one saw, otherwise it would have
been troublesome." My mother scolded the man.
“You’re so beautiful, I couldn’t resist. I won’t do it again next time.” The man said, scratching
his head with a grin.
It turned out they had done it again in the bathroom, no wonder it took so long.
“Alright, that’s enough for now,” Mom said to the man. The man wanted to kiss her again, but Mom
stopped him. He walked away in another direction, a little unwilling, and I couldn’t hear what he said after that.
About twenty minutes later, I thought Mom had finished packing and went home. When I got home,
her clothes were already washed, and she gently asked me if I was tired from hitting her. I smiled at her. While taking a shower, I…
The image of his gentleness in my mind contrasted sharply with his lewd appearance, but his moans brought me
back to reality. I hastily wiped myself clean and went to my room to sleep. Chapter 3 In the blink of an eye, I
was
in high school. The intense study life and my parents'
increasingly unstable jobs due to their age were also factors. My mother was doing relatively better, but my father was on the verge of being laid off.
My mother's relationship with her company manager was fairly good, but it wasn't a matter of being on the same side. It
was the result of my mother giving gifts every year. Starting when my mother was in her thirties, this manager began to wield power, and my mother's
relationship with him began then. During holidays, she would bring many gifts to his house. My mother was
the oldest woman in the company office, in charge of fieldwork and union affairs.
That afternoon, around 2 PM, the school teachers were having an event, so students from several classes in our grade were
dismissed early to go home and study. When I passed the parking lot at the intersection, I noticed something:
my mom's manager's car was parked there. Could it be that
Mom is home? Because I've seen the manager bring Mom home several times before. What I didn't expect was that
I saw Mom sitting in the car from the small staircase, and the manager's hand was inside her skirt. From this,
I deduced that their relationship wasn't just superior-subordinate, but lovers. These days
, just sending a few things can keep your job; who wouldn't do it? But Mom has kept her job for over ten years. There
must be something going on here.
The apartment I live in has windows on all four sides, and it's the innermost room, usually no one comes here
. Only a few residents come to the house. Knowing my mother and family might be home, I wasn't in a hurry to go back. I
just wandered around the edge of the house. When I got to the window closest to the living room, the curtains were indeed drawn
, but the window wasn't completely closed; there was a small gap.
I gently lifted the curtain a little with a pen, and sure enough, as I expected, my mother was inside greeting her
manager.
My mother was wearing a light yellow suit, with a blazer over it, and I could see she was wearing a white
lace vest underneath. I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra today, because when she wore that vest... G
doesn't wear a bra because the bra already has cups inside, and the bottom of the bra just
goes just below her breasts, making it one of my favorite pieces of underwear.
The skirt of the suit reaches her thighs, and flesh-colored stockings with a slight pattern cover her slender legs.
The white buckled high heels she was wearing are now scattered on the ground. Mom is half-lying
on the manager, while the manager holds a wine glass in one hand, sipping the wine while
occasionally kissing Mom passionately in his arms.
The manager was a plump, fair-skinned man, about the same height as my mother, but his large belly was definitely from overeating.
My mother lay limp and motionless in his arms, like a snake, letting the manager grope her body. Her
small feet, which had been wearing white buckled high heels, were now in my favorite pink high-heeled slippers with bows at the
toes. One foot was on the ground, while the other twirled on her big toe
, looking extremely alluring.
The manager took a sip of wine, lowered his head, and looked at my mother. My mother, understanding the situation, opened her cherry-like mouth
... Manager Y-Y* immediately poured the wine from his mouth into his mother's mouth, then took the wine glass from his right hand with his left hand and
placed it on the tea table. However, his right hand never left his mother's body, and the same was true for his mouth.
Even when he was placing the glass, he was holding his mother while placing it.
The manager's hand had already slipped inside her skirt, pulling
down her yellow, transparent lace panties (with a heart-shaped detail on the waistband) to her thighs. The mother, her eyes glazed with desire, was thoroughly enjoying herself, while the
manager's fingers moved incessantly around her genitals. Her feet kept shifting positions on the ground, and
her little toes inside the stockings were tightly curled, clearly indicating that the stimulation below was very intense for her.
Just as I was about to continue watching, I heard someone coming down the stairs next door. I immediately
stepped out of the window, seemingly heading home. Sure enough, it was Uncle Li from upstairs.
We greeted each other. He seemed to be in a hurry too, and he walked out of the community without saying a word.
I knew that my mother and the others must have heard me greeting Uncle Li, so I quickly opened the door and went inside
.
But this time, I misjudged the situation. The two of them hadn't separated yet and were still
on that sofa.
"Good morning, Manager." I greeted him politely, though I hated him to death.
"Good morning, what's up? School's out?" The manager, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol, said.
"No, I just came back to get something, I'll be leaving in a bit." I immediately went back to my room and grabbed a few things
. But as I passed them on my way back, I glanced at them and noticed that the manager's hand
was wet, and it was the same hand that had just been inside my mother's crotch. There was also
a yellow lace trim on the edge of her skirt—ah, it was her underwear. She hadn't had time to pull it up, so it was hidden under her skirt like that
.
I knew they would definitely continue. I took my things, walked out of the room, and was about to leave
because there was a long corridor between my door and the living room. As I walked, I opened the door and slammed it shut
, but in fact I slipped into the storage room and didn't leave. I quickly went to the small
window of the storage room, and as soon as my mother and the other woman saw me leave, they immediately hugged each other.
"You scared me to death, something almost happened," my mother said.
"Well, Qiuying, what are we waiting for? Come on." The manager had already started taking off his clothes.
My mother also took off her top, which was indeed the white lace camisole bra. The manager pulled my mother
... Holding him close to her thigh, Mom, understanding the situation, unzipped the manager's pants, revealing his penis
, but it wasn't a large, erect one; it was just a soft, limp snake.
Mom got off the sofa, knelt on the floor, lowered her head, and picked up the manager's little snake from below. She
tried to tighten her lips, while the manager kept playing with his hair, pulling it into a ponytail from time to time. Mom gently pulled it away from his penis, but just
as his little mouth was sucking on the tip, he pressed Mom's head down again
.
His left hand pressed against the manager's inner thigh, while his right hand rested on the manager's testicles, his
slender fingers tracing the manager's testicles and groin. The manager breathed heavily in pleasure.
"Qiuying, you're licking so well, it feels so good, oh!" he cried out joyfully, as his mother sucked his
testicles into her mouth and pressed her nose against his penis. Then, she released the testicles and
began licking from the base of the manager's penis, reaching the tip, and then gently licking the tip of the glans in circles with the tip of her tongue.
The manager then bent down, pulled up his short skirt, exposing his bare genitals, and... The white straps of her
halter top were pulled down to her arms, revealing her breasts, sparse pubic hair, firm belly
, round buttocks, and small feet in pink high-heeled sandals—all masterpieces of nature.
I was mesmerized, and the manager was even more so. When he bent over, he pressed her head down, but
her face was turned towards me, so I could see her expression clearly. It was full of pain.
When the manager straightened up, he pulled his penis out of her mouth. The small thing was now like a large eagle ,
covered with her saliva and the manager's secretions.
“Qiuying, you little bitch, you licked pretty well. How do you want me to sleep with you?” The manager’s alcohol was starting to take effect again
.
“Let’s do it later,” Mom said, her head down and face flushed.
The manager pushed Mom, and she fell onto the sofa, her right leg kneeling on the sofa, and her left leg stepping on the sofa.
She was on the ground, but her high heels were still on, stimulating the manager's lust.
I saw him holding his penis, placing it at the entrance of her vagina, but not inserting it. He was just making
movements on the outside. My mother was clearly getting anxious.
"Good man, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and have sex with me!" I didn't know when they would be back.
It turned out that my mother hadn't forgotten about me. “Little bitch, I’m here, ”
the manager thrust his cock in all at once. From my angle, I could clearly
see their position and the point of contact during intercourse.
His bra was pulled up to his abdomen, and his pear-shaped breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust
. The sound of his big ass hitting the manager’s abdomen echoed in the living room.
“Manager, you’re amazing, ah, so good.” "Mom cried out passionately.
'Qiuying, this afternoon at lunch, Old Zheng sat next to you, and his eyes kept glancing at you. I was really
annoyed.' The manager said as he thrust his lower body forcefully. '
Don't do that, he's my husband's old comrade-in-arms, ah, be gentle, you rascal.' At this moment, the manager was forcefully grabbing
and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples with his fingers, and Mom cried out in pain.
'What old comrade-in-arms? I could tell at a glance that he was lecherous.'" "The manager had already dragged Mom
to the side of the sofa, but the sofa armrest blocked her; otherwise, she might have been dragged
out.
'My husband only kept his job because of him, don't do this.' 'Hmm.'" "The manager
seemed even more excited when Mom mentioned Dad, and kept slapping his buttocks until
they were red. In the end, to stop Mom from talking, he even stuck his fingers into his mouth.
"You little bitch, don't think I didn't see it. During dinner, under the table, his fingers were inside
, and your hand was inside his pants. What others can't see, I see clearly!
If it weren't for the fact that he's my superior, I would have had him crippled long ago. Daring to touch my woman. Really!" "I
want to live." The manager was venting his anger under the influence of alcohol.
At this moment, the manager pulled out his penis and spread his buttocks apart. With his vaginal fluid, he
slowly squeezed his penis into his anus.
"You're doing it again. Why do you like it here? Ah, it hurts, be gentle." The mother started to cry out in pain again
.
The manager then put his hands on the ground and held his feet, walking forward. The mother
had to crawl forward on her hands. The manager's goal was his bedroom. As he walked forward, the mother did not... As he
crawled forward, his penis plunged deep into her anus. Although the distance was short, Mom was being fucked so hard that her
saliva dripped onto the floor.
I then cleverly moved to the other side of the storage room. This window faced my parents' room. The two of them
had already entered the room. Mom was lying on the bed with her hair disheveled, while the manager, still heavily pregnant, was fucking her anus from behind
.
After fucking for a while, the manager felt that Mom wasn't reacting. He pulled out his penis and turned Mom over
. ck came, pressing his entire body against his mother's. Like a mountain of flesh.
"Manager, please spare me, you're so heavy, be gentle, don't bite so hard." It turned out that the manager saw that his mother
wasn't moving much, so he pressed himself against her again, trying to arouse her again. He used every means possible
to fuck his mother. Because of the manager's constant movements, his mother's wavy hair changed from waves on the bed to
a waterfall hanging over the side of the bed, slowly cascading down. When the manager tried to insert his penis into his mother's body again, he was
stopped by his mother. "
Wait a minute." "At this moment, Mom turned around and took out a condom from her bag. The manager took it and looked at it.
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teased Mom with the words from the advertisement.
! q3 r4 ^4 ? w* g "You naughty girl, come on." Mom slapped the manager's penis, put on the condom, and then lay back on the bed
. She bent her legs and took off her bra and skirt. She stretched her right foot, still wearing pink high-heeled slippers, in front of the manager's 8 g3 g, i2 f5 s5 b& h5 _- i/ bt
, while her left foot stretched out around the manager's penis, which was still kneeling on the bed and had an erect penis below, and occasionally...
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He sucked his* toes into his mouth, sucked, and gently bit them, leaving his* insteps covered with kiss marks. His mother. ?) f7 x v4 l:
held her own breasts and gently pinched them with her fingertips. He kissed her all the way, and his* stockings were covered with his saliva.
. w$ q2 l& l0 u1 }) t and her breasts were not spared either, covered with his saliva and other marks.
He thrust his penis into her vagina again, panting heavily and shouting loudly. "Qiuying, it feels so good !
I want to fuck you every day, I want to fuck you to death!" He was already incoherent. "
If you can fuck me to death, then I will! Yours is so big, it's filling me up. Oh my god!" His mother was the same.
He thrust horizontally and vertically, constantly changing positions, trying not to ejaculate too quickly. His mother
could barely scream anymore, only moaning softly. The man's panting and the woman's moans filled the entire
room.
Finally, the manager couldn't hold on any longer. He turned his mother around, placed the pillow under his abdomen, making her
buttocks higher, and thrust in again forcefully. Despite his age, his energy was still boundless. His head
was buried deep in the pillow in front of him, completely obscuring her expression.
After thrusting for a while longer, he increased his speed. Then he yelled, and his mother lay
limp on the bed like a lump of mud, unable to move. I knew it was time for me to leave. I opened the door to the storage room, and quietly
left.
Anyway, I don't know how much time passed, it was probably around five o'clock when I got home. My mother had already
finished washing and dressing, looking as beautiful as ever. But I found the condom they had used in the trash can, and there
was something inside it. I don't need to say what it was.
However, today, I had a new question in my mind: Did my mother and Uncle Zheng really have an affair, as the manager said?
Chapter
4
I carried this question in my mind through the night, but during this time, my mother didn't
do anything. Although I paid close attention to her movements, my mother never brought any other men home, or... The
person in question spoke with them on the phone at home. The father's lifestyle hadn't changed; only my heart had changed, and
I was anticipating his next infidelity. Uncle Zheng
and I don't see each other often, only occasionally talking on the phone with my dad and arranging to go fishing together.
This is why they can still be together after so many years.
Uncle Zheng's official position has been promoted from the head of the personnel department to the deputy director. Although my parents don't work at the same factory,
they belong to the same system. My parents are both people who are said to have connections with Deputy Director Zheng. My dad, who was supposed to be laid off,
immediately kept his original position, and my mom, because of Uncle Zheng's relationship with the factory director, is
even more secure in her original position. Uncle Zheng
's former subordinate, who was also the factory manager of my mother's factory, was getting married. Of course, the old leader
couldn't not invite him. Regardless of how he felt about Uncle Zheng after sleeping with my mother, at least Uncle Zheng had shown him kindness.
Women are just external things, and although there aren't many beauties like my mother who he could sleep with,
he had to suppress his desires to prevent anyone from letting Uncle Zheng know about him and my mother. Otherwise, his future
wouldn't be so pleasant.
Uncle Zheng was a young cadre who had been valued by the higher-ups in recent years. After being transferred from the army, he was on par with my mother's factory manager
. He was a Grade A, but his abilities far surpassed those of my mother's factory manager. In just a few years, he rose from deputy section chief to full director
, like a rocket launch. In his forties, he became the deputy director of the textile bureau, while the factory manager also
rose to that position due to his past partnership with Uncle Zheng.
This wedding banquet was attended primarily by leaders, including family members, textile bureau
officials, and factory managers. The factory manager tactfully arranged for my mother and Uncle Zheng to sit together.
My mother brought me along; this would be a good opportunity for me to observe them both
. Because everyone at the meeting was either a relative or a colleague of the factory manager, and the factory manager was incredibly busy this time, I finally got to see him.
When they arrived at the factory director's wife, she was indeed a haggard woman, incomparable to my mother. And in my mother's office,
there weren't many women either; mostly young girls, but they were mostly the children and wives of some leaders, and their looks were also
average. I suppose he didn't want to, and wouldn't dare to, lay a hand on them. Although there were rumors about my mother and Uncle Zheng,
he had no choice but to ignore them and go after my mother. Today ,
Mom wore a black lace dress. The upper part of the dress was made of transparent tulle, and
although there was a layer of clothing underneath, her full breasts stretched the front of the dress so much that
a deep cleavage was visible.
The arms and shoulders were also made of transparent tulle, and the lower part of the dress was also made of lace
. Because Mom was wearing a matching half-cup lace bra, it wasn't visible from the outside, so it
looked as if she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The hem of the dress only reached her thighs, and the bottom was still
... The hem, trimmed with lace, allowed a clear view up to five centimeters from below, while the upper part
was semi-transparent, revealing the outline of her beautiful legs.
She wore black stockings and matching buckled high heels, making her
buttocks appear even more pointed and shapely. Compared to the women around her
, my mother attracted more attention. People at the other tables frequently
glanced our way or came over to greet Uncle Zheng, but I noticed their gazes weren't directed at her.
In my eyes, they were all a bunch of scoundrels, but my mother seemed to enjoy it, smiling and
chatting with her female companions.
Her slightly reddish hair was styled in a bun, revealing her snow-white neck, adorned with a thin gold chain.
The pendant dangled into her deep cleavage, which, though hidden under her clothes, was still very alluring.
From the outside, Mom and Uncle Zheng really didn't seem to be doing anything. I was actually paying close attention to their
movements, but they really didn't do anything, which made me doubt whether what the factory manager said was true.
Because my original school was also a school for children of textile workers, many of my former elementary school classmates came to
the banquet. We gathered together, chatting and laughing.
Eating was just a matter of taking a bite now and then. My mother complained that I was like a wild horse that had been let loose. But Uncle Zheng didn't say anything,
just smiled and watched us.
But I was different from them. I kept an eye on the two of them. They
exchanged glances from time to time, but I noticed it all. The moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. My mother
… Mom walked away first, and I followed her intentionally. She went down to the floor below where we were eating, and I followed her warily.
Mom looked around a bit, then slipped inside. I
was sure that someone else would slip in after her, but I didn't know who. I slipped into
an empty private room next door, opened the door a crack, and sure enough, someone came in five minutes later. It was him.
Uncle Zheng.
Like his mother, he looked around, and when he was sure no one was there, he opened the door and slipped inside .
I followed him out and quickly went to the room. The room wasn't properly closed; it
was just closed but not locked. A smell of seasoning wafted from inside, which I assumed was the seasoning storage area
. But usually, there should be someone there; why was no one there? I couldn't figure it out,
but I didn't have time to think about it. I quietly opened the door and slipped inside as well.
The warehouse inside was huge, filled with iron shelves, box after box of condiments. The lighting inside was
dim, with many areas completely dark. I walked through the dark areas, only the innermost part was
relatively bright. I tiptoed in, and as I approached the innermost part, two figures
appeared in front of me. Sure enough, it was my mother and Uncle Zheng.
My mother and Uncle Zheng were already embracing; it seemed my mother was having an affair with Uncle Zheng. I could hear
them whispering to each other.
“Is this place really safe, Lao Zheng?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, Qiu Ying. Think about it, the condiment warehouse that used to require someone to guard it doesn’t have a single person here. Do you
think it’s safe or not?”
“Old Zheng, what’s wrong with you?” Mom asked Uncle Zheng.
“Qiu Ying, you little bitch, don’t ask so many questions, just serve me well now.” Uncle Zheng said as he reached his hand inside
her skirt.
“Old Zheng, let’s keep it down, I’m scared, ah.” Uncle Zheng’s hand was clearly already inside her
underwear.
“Little bitch, you’re quite obedient, you did exactly what I said.” Uncle
Zheng rolled up her skirt, revealing a black garter belt holding up a pair of wide lace-trimmed... Long stockings, and
a pair of completely transparent lace panties with a heart-shaped design at the waist and only two ribbons at the waist,
were displayed in front of Uncle Zheng. Her panties had been pulled to one side, and her hands were resting
on the iron racks on both sides, letting Uncle Zheng play with her genitals.
Uncle Zheng inserted his fingers into her vagina, but after a few thrusts, he pulled them out and stood up
.
"Little bitch, you're already wet down there, you need to be fucked?"
"Old Zheng, don't do this, if you're going to fuck me, hurry up, okay? I'm afraid someone will come looking for me."
“Okay, okay, okay. Qiuying, then you lick it for me first.” Mom
knelt on the ground, while Uncle Zheng sat on a box containing Jiujiang liquor, his hands supporting him on the box.
His upper body was on Uncle Zheng’s lower body, which had already taken off his trousers. He reached behind to unzip the back of Mom’s trousers.
Uncle Zheng immediately reached behind and unzipped Mom’s trousers. I saw Mom’s black half-cup bra from behind
. To see it more clearly, I walked to the front. The thin chain hanging the pendant was just
... It landed comfortably between his mother's deep cleavage, his large breasts rubbing against Uncle Zheng's genitals, which were still clad in underwear
. “ Ah
, so comfortable, you little bitch, your technique is getting better and better.” It seems that Uncle Zheng is enjoying his mother’s
actions very much.
His dress was not completely off, only the front part was pulled down, and the arms were still on.
She pressed her huge breasts against Uncle Zheng while reaching down to Uncle Zheng’s bare thighs and gently
stroking his thighs with her slender fingers.
“Come on, lick it, Qiu Ying. We don’t have that much time.” Uncle Zheng urged. Obediently, his mother pulled Uncle Zheng’s penis out of his underwear. The soft
penis was on his breasts.
Under her care, he had become a large, fleshy worm.
Mom sucked Uncle Zheng's penis into her mouth, and Uncle Zheng, in ecstasy, pressed his hand against the head of his penis.
"Qiuying, your oral skills are getting better and better; you're licking me so well," Uncle Zheng said, making no
attempt to hide his thoughts.
Mom then spat out Uncle Zheng's penis and gently held it, unbuttoning his
shirt one button at a time. Her slender fingers lightly brushed against Uncle Zheng's upper body, and Uncle Zheng, in ecstasy, even stuck his tongue out
.
Her left hand gently gripped his penis, pressing close to Uncle Zheng from the side. She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked Uncle Zheng's nipples, while
her body moved rhythmically, rubbing her proud breasts against Uncle Zheng's body
.
Uncle Zheng's left hand held her head, letting her lick the right nipple before moving to the left, while his other
hand slipped inside her black lace half-cup bra, grasping her breast. Because it wasn't completely pressed down
, I could clearly see the marks of his fingers moving inside the bra, at the nipple position, and Mom
was also moaning softly under Uncle Zheng's influence.
Uncle Zheng's nipples were covered in his saliva. At this moment, Mom knelt down again, her hand
still gently stroking the large penis, but her mouth was now on Uncle Zheng's testicles. From my angle,
I couldn't see his movements clearly, but I believed she was trying very hard. Uncle Zheng, who had been supporting himself with his hands to watch her,
was now lying on the box, no longer looking at Mom, just panting heavily. “Qiuying, sit down, hurry up,” Uncle
Zheng urged Mom.
Mom didn't even take off her clothes, and sat on Uncle Zheng's lap just as she had done before. Uncle Zheng's hands were...
Mom pulled her hands to her breasts, while her hands went to Uncle Zheng's breasts. Uncle Zheng then...
His bra was pulled down, the black bra hanging on his lower abdomen, the dress hanging from his forearm,
the garter belt pulled open to facilitate Uncle Zheng's penetration, his lace panties pulled down and placed on his mother's
handbag, the buckles of his mother's high heels reflecting a glint in the dim light,
the way his mother straddled Uncle Zheng's lap with her legs open was extremely lewd.
"Old Zheng, your penis is so hot and so big." His mother began to whisper lewd words to Uncle Zheng
.
“Qiuying, you’re so tight down there, let me suckle your breasts.” As he spoke, Uncle Zheng, who had been sleeping on the trunk,
straightened up and hugged her arms, pressing them close to her body, making her breasts
appear even larger. He kissed her nipples incessantly, then used his mouth to lift her breasts,
moving his lips, teeth, and tongue across them. The mother placed her hands on Uncle Zheng’s head
, forcefully pressing his head into her deep cleavage. Meanwhile, the
two men’s intercourse below did not slow down due to the passionate movements above; her buttocks sat on
… Her legs, shifting from one of her movements to the other, were pressed against Uncle Zheng's penis, grinding incessantly.
She placed them on top of the box, her legs clamping tightly around Uncle Zheng's buttocks.
"Old Zheng, harder! I really miss you. I don't know when I'll be able to come again."
"Qiu Ying, it's alright, there will be opportunities. As long as I'm in power, I'll take care of you two.
Don't tell me your husband is my old comrade-in-arms; I'll help you to the death just because of you."
"People say, 'Don't tease a friend's wife,' but you've done more than that! You've slept with me so many times! Ouch,
don't bite so hard, it hurts!" Their lewd moans echoed in the warehouse. Just
then, Uncle Zheng's phone rang. Uncle Zheng and his mother immediately stopped what they were doing. Uncle Zheng listened to the phone, and it
seemed to be his wife calling. He mumbled a reply before hanging up.
"Qiuying, get up, I'm going to do it to you from behind," Uncle Zheng said as he stood up.
He lowered his legs, which had been hanging between his waist and hips.
His mother gripped the metal frame with both hands, sticking out her buttocks, looking incredibly alluring at Uncle Zheng. Uncle Zheng hugged his mother
's buttocks and thrust forward forcefully, but he didn't penetrate her; he just gently rubbed his penis against her buttocks.
His body thrust forward, his originally backrest now leaning forward as Uncle Zheng fucked him, his bare
breasts hanging upside down like pears. Uncle Zheng's chest pressed against his back,
his tongue licking and gently biting at his mother's snow-white back, a few strands of hair falling across her pink neck, and then her sensual earlobes. "Old Zheng, I want more, I want more,
grab
my breasts, I feel so uncomfortable." His mother was starting to go crazy.
Uncle Zheng lifted his right thigh and placed it on the second shelf of the iron shelf, letting his big breasts
... With her legs spread apart, Uncle Zheng finally placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina.
"Qiuying, what do you want? I didn't hear you clearly," Uncle Zheng said, clearly toying with her.
"I want you to fuck me, you rascal. Stop playing with me, come on," her mother said, no longer caring about shame.
Uncle Zheng grinned lewdly and thrust his penis inside. His hands sometimes reached down to her breasts, sometimes
to her lower abdomen, stroking her and rubbing her clitoris.
Her left leg, standing on the ground, and her right leg, hanging from the iron frame, moved constantly, only able to move with Uncle Zheng's support. She
wasn't about to fall, and the strength with which she gripped the iron frame was so great that even Uncle Zheng couldn't help but remark on her.
"Qiuying, don't be so tense, relax."
At this moment, Mom turned her face, and Uncle Zheng, seizing the opportunity, moved his face closer. Mom's right hand, which had been gripping the iron frame,
turned around and embraced Uncle Zheng's head. Their lips met, and only the sounds of their kiss could be heard.
Their throats were constantly moving, and when they occasionally separated, their tongues were intertwined. Meanwhile,
the movements on her side didn't stop. Uncle Zheng's waist continued to thrust forward, while his buttocks kept
pushing backward, as if afraid their union wasn't complete enough.
After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Zheng withdrew his hands, embracing her waist, and increased his speed,
thrusting forward forcefully. Meanwhile, Mom's hands, holding Uncle Zheng's head, tightened their grip. They were completely absorbed in their passion. Finally
, they both groaned, standing there, slowly leaning towards the metal frame in front of them.
The two women collapsed onto the box, stroking each other.
"Qiuying, I really want to do it again."
"Forget it, they're still waiting for us outside. We can contact them by phone. Let's hurry up and pack." With that,
Mom struggled to get up, cleaning herself and putting on her clothes. Uncle Zheng also dressed quickly.
Before leaving, the two women stroked each other again and left the warehouse. I, of course, followed them away
.
When I returned to the banquet, most people had already left, and Uncle Zheng had also left. My mother had also put on
new makeup. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe that my mother had just been so lewd? I
casually pulled my mother home, but that night, thinking about my mother's lewd appearance, I masturbated several times before I could fall
asleep.

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