Surrogate mother

" Sister

Xiulin, you're back!"

As soon as Jiaming entered the house, he saw Xiulin, whom he hadn't seen for over a month, chatting with his parents in the living room.

"Sister Xiulin, did you have fun in America?" Jiaming happily sat down next to Xiulin.

"It was so much fun!" Xiulin recounted her amazing experiences traveling alone in America, making Jiaming incredibly

envious .

"That's great! Unlike me, I'm seventeen and I've never been abroad to travel."

Xiulin patted Jiaming's head and said with a smile, "I just talked to your aunt and uncle! They said they

'll take you to Europe after you graduate from high school."

Jiaming turned to his parents and asked, "Really?"

His father smiled and said, "You should thank Xiulin. She said she should take you abroad to see the world

."

Jiaming was overjoyed and said, "That's wonderful!" He reached out and hugged Xiulin's waist, giving her a big kiss on

the cheek .

Xiulin laughed and pulled away from Jiaming, saying, "Here, I bought this from America. Do you

like ?"

"Wow! A Jordan 13!"

"I heard from your aunt and uncle that you collect Jordan commemorative shoes, so I specially bought it for you. Do you like it

?"

Jiaming excitedly replied, "Of course I like it! Thank you, Xiulin!"

His mother smiled and said, "Xiulin, I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

Xiulin said, "Not at all, as long as Jiaming is happy."

Jiaming kissed Xiulin's cheek again and laughed, "Xiulin understands me best!"

"You stink!" Xiulin teased with a laugh.

Xiulin and Jiaming laughed heartily, unaware that a fleeting shadow of unease

crossed . "Ah Lin, don't get too close to Jia Ming in the future." "Auntie... I..." "You need to know your place." "We've already done enough by agreeing to let you see Jia Ming. We hope you'll show some respect."

" I... I'll be careful..." "We hope this kind of thing never happens again, otherwise you can forget about ever seeing Jia Ming again." "I know, I'm sorry." "Ding - dong, is anyone home?" After school, Jiaming arrived at Xiulin's house. "Sister Xiulin, open the door! It's me!" Xiulin's voice came from inside: "Wait a moment! I'll be right there!" Jiaming hummed a pop song, and after a while, the door finally opened. Xiulin, her head tilted to the side, was drying her long, still-dripping hair with a large towel. Wearing a loose-fitting house robe , she said, "What brings you here today? Wait a moment, I'll dry my hair. Have a seat." She went into her room, closing the door behind her. The whirring of a hairdryer could be heard from inside. Jiaming called out, "Why are you showering so early? It's only a little past four! Do you have something planned for tonight?" "What did you say? I can't hear you." "I said..." The hairdryer stopped, and Xiulin opened the door and came out, sitting down opposite Jiaming. "Don't you have tutoring today?" Xiulin asked. "I don't want to have tutoring today, I'm skipping class. Don't tell my mom." Xiulin said, "Don't skip class again next time. Your parents have spent so much money on your education, wouldn't you be letting them down?" Jiaming said irritably, "Studying is so annoying... Ugh... Never mind that, do you know what day it is today?" "What? Why so mysterious?" Jiaming said disappointedly, "I thought you remembered, but it's the same as my dad." "What day is it? Why are you making it sound like that?" "Today is my eighteenth birthday! I've finally become an adult!" "Really?" Jiaming complained, "Why would I lie to you? You don't even know how old I am. I thought you were my best friend , but you don't care about me at all." Xiulin's expression changed slightly, then she laughed, "I really forgot, I've been so busy lately. So, what are your plans for turning eighteen?" Jiaming smiled mysteriously, "There are so many things you can do at eighteen! For example… hehe…" "What? Are you playing tricks?" "Don't hit me when I tell you… hehe…" Xiulin said, "When did I ever hit you? Fine, don't tell me then." Jiaming pretended to be mysterious, lowered his voice, and whispered in Xiulin's ear, "You can openly… rent porn… read porn… hehe… hehe…" Xiulin's face immediately turned red, and she scolded, "You're so indecent, all you think about is this filthy stuff! You're not allowed to come to my house anymore !" Jiaming laughed, "Just kidding, don't be angry! Don't be angry!" Xiulin sighed, "I really can't be angry with you." Jiaming said, "Are you free tonight? Can you celebrate my birthday with me? My parents have to work overtime ." Xiulin said, "I had plans with a friend, but I have to apologize to her." "I knew you were the best." "Sister Xiulin , you've had too much to drink!" "No, it's nothing at all..." After having dinner together, the two returned to Xiulin's house and started drinking again. Jiaming laughed, "I'm eighteen today, I can drink now!" Xiulin said, "Don't get drunk, we haven't cut the cake yet!" "Don't worry, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, hahaha..." It was Jiaming's first time drinking, and he stopped after a few drinks. Xiulin, who had been advising him to drink less, kept drinking one cup after another , bottle after bottle. "Sister Xiulin, stop drinking! Let's cut the cake..."

"Not yet... I haven't had enough... Jiaming... could you get me a few more cans of beer..."

"Don't drink anymore..."

"I want to drink..." Xiulin said drunkenly, then suddenly collapsed to the ground and began to sob.

"Xiulin, you're drunk..."

"Waaah..."

Jiaming was at a loss and comforted her, "Don't cry... did I do something wrong? Tell

me, and I'll definitely change."

Xiulin continued to sob.

"Or I'll help you to rest for a bit."

"You're not wrong... Waaah... It's all my fault... You're eighteen... Mom... Mom

didn't even know..."

Jiaming suddenly realized and laughed, "Then you don't need to cry, right? You know my parents are always

busy , they don't have time to care about my birthday."

Xiulin hummed in agreement and stopped crying, her shoulders ceasing their sobs. A moment later, she lay down on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiaming was both amused and annoyed. Xiulin was still so childish, crying because her parents hadn't remembered his birthday.

It was unnecessary, but it also showed that Xiulin really cared about him.

Jiaming crouched down, gently patted Xiulin's shoulder, and whispered, "Xiulin, go back to your room and sleep

. You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

Xiulin didn't respond; the tear tracks on her face were still wet, but her breathing was shallow, indicating she was fast asleep.

Jiaming had no choice but to pick Xiulin up and carry her into her room, gently placing her on the bed and covering her with a blanket.

"Xiulin is so light, probably less than 50 kilograms?" Jiaming thought to himself.

As Jiaming turned to leave, he heard Xiulin's soft moan and turned back. He saw Xiulin had kicked off the blanket,

her cheeks flushed, her fair neck covered in sweat, and the hem of her robe rolled up, revealing her long, snow-white

legs—extremely alluring.

Jiaming swallowed hard. "Don't overthink it!" he told himself, turning on the

air conditioner and pulling the blanket up over himself before leaving.

"Water...water..." Xiulin groaned, half-asleep.

Jiaming quickly poured Xiulin

a glass of water , and she fell back into a deep sleep.

Jiaming took a deep breath, calmed himself, and pounded his head with his fist. "Don't overthink it.

It must be from drinking. Calm down. She's Xiulin..." Despite constantly reminding himself,

a strong, uncontrollable urge still lingered within him.

"Calm down, calm down...it's Sister Xiulin..."

Unable to suppress his desire, Jiaming ran into the bathroom to wash his face.

The cold water sobered him up a bit, but a glimpse of the laundry basket beside him made his

heart race again.

Xiulin's discarded underwear strongly tempted Jiaming, and finally, he reached out and picked up the bra.

The pink bra had lace trim. Jiaming brought it close to his nose and took a deep breath.

"Is this Sister Xiulin's scent?" The mature woman's fragrance immediately aroused Jiaming.

Jiaming then picked up the panties. There were almost invisible, faint yellow stains on the crotch. Jiaming licked

one ; it tasted slightly sour!

A strong sense of guilt constantly berated him: "You beast, what are you doing! Stop it now!"

But deep down, another voice whispered: "Just once... Sister Xiulin won't find out... Just once...

It will never happen again..."

Finally, reason was defeated by desire. Jiaming pulled out his penis, fantasizing about Sister Xiulin's body,

his hand gripping her panties and stroking his penis incessantly.

"Sister Xiulin... Ahh..." A low growl escaped Jiaming's lips as his groin throbbed, and his semen spurted

onto Xiulin's panties.

Jiaming hurriedly put away his underwear and rushed out of Xiulin's house. On his way home, Jiaming wondered how he had come to know Sister Xiulin. In his memory, Sister Xiulin first appeared when he was four years old. At that time, his mother appeared at the kindergarten gate with a woman in her twenties whom he had never seen before.

His mother said her name was Xiulin. From then on, Sister Xiulin kept coming to their house, always bringing lots of her favorite foods and toys. Even a set of train models that his mother couldn't bear to buy for herself, costing tens of thousands of yuan, was bought by Sister Xiulin without hesitation and given to him. She also took him everywhere to play and spent many happy times with him. Sister Xiulin must be around thirty-six or thirty-seven this year, right? She seems to have never married. I've asked her several times, and she just smiles and doesn't answer, or she says, "I'm so ugly and too old, no one wants to marry me." Actually, Sister Xiulin isn't old or ugly at all; she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her perfect face and figure surpass even those of celebrities. I know many men pursue Sister Xiulin, and I think a few are a good match and could bring her happiness, but Sister Xiulin remains unmoved. Jiaming shook his head and patted his cheeks: "I can't do that again." "Jiaming, why have you lost so much weight? You have dark circles under your eyes, and your cheeks are sunken." Jiaming returned to Xiulin's house three weeks later. "Are you feeling unwell?" Xiulin asked with concern. "Nothing, I've been under a lot of academic pressure lately, and I haven't been sleeping well at night." Xiulin said, "Studying hard is important, but you also need to pay attention to your health." "Okay," Jiaming replied. "Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles." Actually, Jiaming's problem wasn't academic pressure, but excessive masturbation. Ever since that time he masturbated with Xiulin's underwear, Jiaming hadn't dared to see Xiulin again, afraid of being discovered . Xiulin, too, hadn't been visiting Jiaming's house lately due to work. Even so, Jiaming couldn't forget that masturbation experience, but dared not see Xiulin again. So he stole a pair of women's underwear from his neighbor and masturbated at home every day , fantasizing about Xiulin, only stopping when he was completely exhausted. And so on...

As a result, he naturally lost weight.

That day, Jiaming finally couldn't resist going to Xiulin.

"Eat this bowl of noodles while it's hot," Xiulin

said, bringing a bowl of soup noodles from the kitchen. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Your health is the most important thing. I can't be by your side to take care of you all the time, so you

need to take good care of yourself and not worry me."

Jiaming just stared blankly at Xiulin, not touching her.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Sister Xiulin, feed me."

Xiulin laughed, "How old are you? Eighteen!"

"I won't eat if you don't feed me."

"Okay! Okay! Open your mouth, be careful it's hot!"

Xiulin picked up a noodle and fed it to Jiaming.

"I haven't fed you since you started elementary school," Xiulin said with a smile. "If others saw this, they'd

think you were me... Eat up..."

Jiaming suddenly asked, "Sister Xiulin, why aren't you married?"

Xiulin laughed, "You asked me that before, nobody wants to marry me."

"You're lying," Jiaming unconsciously raised his voice.

Xiulin sensed the awkward atmosphere and her smile faded. "Eat up, eat up, I still have to wash the dishes."

"I'll marry you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, people will laugh themselves to death if they hear that." Xiulin's smile stiffened; she noticed Jiaming's tone

was different from before.

"I'll marry you! I love you!" Jiaming placed his hands on Xiulin's shoulders and said firmly,

"I love you!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xiulin snapped.

"I'm not talking nonsense! I love you! I want to marry you!" He then wrapped his arms around Xiulin, pulling her close and

kissing her lips.

Xiulin abruptly turned her head away, angrily shouting, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I only know I love you!" He tried to kiss her again.

"Stop!" Xiulin struggled free from Jiaming and slapped him hard across the face. "Go away! I don't want

to see you again! Leave right now!"

"I won't go! I love you!"

"Go away! I never want to see you again!"

"You once told me that if you meet a girl you like, you should tell her, don't keep it to yourself.

Now , I'm telling you, I like you! I love you!"

"You can love anyone, but you can't love me!"

"Why?"

"Because I am... Go away... Go away..."

When

Jiaming came to his senses, he realized he had made an unforgivable mistake.

"I raped Sister Xiulin!

" As if possessed, Jiaming lost his mind. He only remembered that Sister Xiulin kept telling him to leave, and his

uncontrollable rage made him rush forward, grab Xiulin, and push her to the ground.

Jiaming straddled Xiulin's slender waist, restraining her struggling hands, and leaned down, greedily kissing

her face.

"Stop...you still..." Before she could finish speaking, Jiaming's lips were taken. Xiulin tried to close her lips tightly,

but Jiaming roughly sucked on her full, warm lips, and used his tongue to pry them open.

"Ugh...ooh..." Xiulin struggled in pain, but ultimately her defenses crumbled. Jiaming forcefully invaded

Xiulin's mouth, his tongue passionately moving within, licking Xiulin's little tongue.

Jiaming gripped Xiulin's wrists with one hand, freeing the other to tear open her blouse. Her full breasts,

supported by a pale green bra, revealed a deep cleavage. He ripped off the bra, and her breasts bounced out.

Xiulin twisted violently, trying to break free, but she was no match for the young and strong Jiaming. Her

swaying breasts only fueled Jiaming's desire.

Jiaming's large hands grasped her breasts, roughly kneading them, leaving faint red marks on her fair skin.

Jiaming abandoned his usual respect for Xiulin, ruthlessly venting his desires. His tongue

licked down her neck, and he took her nipple into his mouth.

"Stop...no..." Xiulin cried out in anguish, unable to believe that the gentle and polite Jiaming had

turned into a beast. "No..." Jiaming grabbed a bra and stuffed it into Xiulin's mouth. Xiulin could no longer speak

, only letting out desperate moans.

Jiaming reached his hand inside Xiulin's skirt, caressing her rounded thighs. His fingers, through her panties, kneaded

her genitals repeatedly. With a slight pressure, the thin panties tore, and his palm pressed against Xiulin's vulva.

"He...stop..." Xiulin shook her head violently, suddenly feeling something penetrate her vagina

and probe inside. "No..." Xiulin shuddered and fainted.

Jiaming was startled and immediately woke up. He quickly checked Xiulin's breathing; she was still breathing faintly, and he

breathed a sigh of relief .

"Stop!"

"Don't stop!"

Two conflicting thoughts battled in Jiaming's mind.

"Are you even human? Xiulin has been so good to you, and you did this! Stop! Wait until

Xiulin wakes up and apologize to her! She'll forgive you!"

"Don't be silly! You've already gone this far, how can you give up halfway? Now that she's unconscious,

it's the perfect opportunity! Don't you always fantasize about having sex with her? What are you waiting for!"

After a fierce internal struggle, his intense love for Xiulin overwhelmed his reason. Jiaming pulled down his trousers, took out

his already erect penis, and thrust it into Xiulin's vagina.

Jiaming, having never had sexual experience before, struggled to find his target despite his attempts. However

, the touch of Xiulin's soft labia and fine pubic hair on his glans was already incredibly arousing. With a thrust of his hips,

he ejaculated, spilling semen onto Xiulin's flat stomach.

But the young man's energy was boundless, and soon his penis regained its strength. Jiaming focused,

carefully , and aimed his penis at Xiulin's vagina, penetrating deeply.

"Fantastic..." Jiaming sighed inwardly. His penis was tightly enveloped by her vagina, the warm sensation

spreading from the glans to his lower abdomen. Jiaming tried moving his hips, thrusting rapidly.

The friction was incredibly pleasurable; after only a few thrusts, Jiaming ejaculated again amidst intense pleasure.

The energy of young people is truly incredible; Jiaming's insatiable penis became erect again. This time, Jiaming

slowed down his movements, controlling his breathing, imitating the methods in adult films, moving slowly. Compared to

the rapid thrusting earlier, the slow movements had a different kind of pleasure.

At this moment, Xiulin slowly woke up, feeling a force surging in her lower body. She suddenly remembered and

struggled violently, trying to clamp her thighs together, but to no avail. Jiaming pinned Xiulin's arms down with both hands, his

hips thrusting incessantly. He leaned down, pressing against Xiulin's chest, her soft breasts deformed by the pressure. Jiaming

twisted his upper body, enjoying the pleasure of her breasts rubbing against his chest. After

about twenty thrusts, Jiaming ejaculated again. Hot semen sprayed into Xiulin's uterus. Xiulin

shivered, stopped struggling, and remained motionless.

"I was raped... raped by myself..." Xiulin's heart was dead. She no longer resisted,

her eyes lifeless as she watched a crazed beast press down on her, violating her again and again

. Tears streamed down her face, a bitter smile faintly appearing on her lips.

Jiaming

ejaculated six times.

Coming to his senses, Jiaming couldn't believe what he had done.

Looking down at Sister Xiulin, tears were streaming down her face, she was forcing a bitter smile, but her eyes were still full of concern, no,

there was another kind of feeling, it was... like the loving look a mother has for her child who has made a mistake...

Jiaming put on his pants and rushed out the door in a panic without looking back.

Xiulin slowly stood up, her body weak. Looking at the scratches all over her body and the foul-smelling semen covering her lower body,

tears streamed down her face…

"

Mom, Xiulin…"

"Xiulin immigrated to America."

"Why? When?"

"I don't know." "

Why didn't she tell me she was leaving?"

Jiaming silently cried out in his heart, "I was wrong… Xiulin… I was wrong…"

"Then...did Sister Xiulin...leave anything for me?"

"No, she only called to tell me she was immigrating, and then I heard nothing more." Jiaming didn't know that Xiulin had actually left him a letter. His

mother

burned the letter, and his parents decided to keep it a secret

forever .

"My dear Jiaming, we are not destined to be together in this life, but may we enjoy family bliss in the next."

[The End]

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