【Northeast-style heated brick bed】(Revised Edition) (02) Author: 998

Author: 998
Word Count: 14914

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Section Two:

Spring turned to summer, and during summer vacation, my mother and I went to the market.

At the market, my mother attracted almost 100% of attention, regardless of gender. After all, my mother possessed
not only stunning beauty, but also a height that stood out from the crowd in those days; not to mention women, many men were not as tall as her.

Moreover, her exaggerated hourglass figure, even in simple attire, couldn't hide her prominent breasts and buttocks,
naturally captivating men, women, and children alike.

My mother was very energetic, and that day she carried me to the market early on her back, leading me around. Actually, I wanted to
walk by myself, but my mother's affection for me was too much; she insisted on carrying me clingily. There were naturally many acquaintances at the market, and we always exchanged polite words upon meeting. My mother walked and stopped frequently, and in the middle, a little unpleasantness

occurred . Perhaps out of jealousy that her boyfriend was stunned, this young, unattractive woman spoke sarcastically, calling my mother a worthless, worn-out shoe. By this time, Mom had already received Dad's divorce papers. Dad had become wealthy and spent a lot of money to have the process done in their hometown , so they didn't even need to come back. After negotiations, Mom signed them. And as the saying goes, bad news travels fast, and gossipy old women had already spread the word far and wide. Regarding the details of the divorce, Dad initially wanted custody of me. But Mom refused to budge, preferring to give up everything to keep me. In the end, Dad stopped arguing, didn't want either child, and even gave Mom a large sum of child support. Their marriage ended there, a peaceful separation, a fair and proper divorce. As for why Dad was in such a hurry to divorce… well, I heard his mistress was pregnant. I'm quick-witted and understood the unspoken meaning. Enraged by the woman who insulted Mom, I defended my family as always and was about to hit her, but Mom reacted quickly and pulled me back, preventing me from causing trouble. Mom seemed unfazed by the other woman's sarcasm, clearly indicating that the divorce wasn't a psychological scar for her. My mother simply smiled calmly and gracefully at the woman, exuding elegance and poise. Without retaliating, she took my hand and walked away with composure. This only highlighted the difference between them; the ugly woman seemed like a clown, while the onlookers envied my mother 's unparalleled poise. You see, in those days, while beautiful women were rare, they weren't unheard of. But a woman as refined and stunning as my mother was a rare find, almost like a panda. The way back involved climbing a steep hill. It was midday, windless, and a rare sunny day. Northeasterners aren't good at handling heat, and my mother, carrying me on her back, was constantly sweating, but she wouldn't put me down. Gradually, her clothes became soaked with sweat, clinging to her body, revealing her flesh. Her large breasts, too big for me to grasp, were tightly encased in the damp fabric, her dark nipples exceptionally prominent. My mother's breasts were exceptionally large, even larger than those of obese women. Her breasts were long and shapely, like bamboo shoots, so without a bra, they inevitably sagged under gravity. However, they were quite shapely, unlike the loose, sagging breasts of most women that almost reached their bellies. In our local custom, once a woman gets married, the conservative defenses of her youth are completely disregarded. Married women can do many things they wouldn't dare to do as girls. For example, in this hot weather, the village girls wear thick clothes and even bras, but married women don't have such constraints. They wear light clothing and can even go shirtless without a top. Although my mother was very particular, the general environment was quite open-minded. "It's so hot today!" she said, looking around. The place was remote, with narrow paths and dense , and we couldn't see anyone for a long time. So, my mother simply let me open her sweat-soaked jacket, and I grabbed her breasts as handles as she carried me for several miles. My mother's breasts were covered in fragrant sweat, and because they were so large, my hands often slipped and slipped from her grasp. I had to grab them again and again, repeating this process, as if I were deliberately defiling her breasts. My mother clearly misunderstood, spitting out a curse for being a little beast, but she didn't object. She simply told me to keep an eye on our surroundings and to quickly cover her clothes if we saw anyone. After passing through a small grove of trees, my mother needed to urinate, so she put me down and turned to me, asking me to keep watch for her. I stared blankly at my mother's two sweaty, plump, white breasts, somewhat stunned. It's no wonder I was lustful; my mother's breasts were simply too alluring. They were rich in fat, so white that you could see the fine, soft, pale blue capillaries . The nipples had many textures, a deep rosy color, and under the sunlight, countless fine beads of sweat glistened, reflecting a gorgeous and beautiful luster. The sunlight even gave these beautiful breasts a sacred halo effect... They were simply stunning! I couldn't resist touching my mother's breasts. Although she was already a mother of three, her breasts were still incredibly full and elastic. At first touch, they felt soft and yielding, but when I squeezed them, their bouncy elasticity became apparent, captivating me and making me unable to stop. Her two round, voluptuous breasts swayed back and forth with my caresses, like two lively, plump rabbits jumping on a woman's chest. The sight dazzled me, and my crotch began to stir. I felt my previously docile penis throbbing and slowly hardening upwards. My mother first pulled me into the woods, then stood obediently for me to touch, half-closing her eyes in obvious enjoyment. After a while, she couldn't hold it any longer and pushed me away, turning her back to me as she pulled down her pants and squatted down to urinate. She must have been holding it in for a long time; as soon as she squatted down, I heard a very stimulating, rushing sound, and I saw yellow urine splashing across the muddy ground in front of her. I couldn't resist squatting down and hugging my mother from behind, playing with her breasts again. I was most interested in her breasts. Since she had already unbuttoned her shirt, it was easy to touch them, and now that she had unbuttoned her pants , I could also touch her plump, white, round buttocks. My mother didn't expect me to be so bold, being touched by her son while urinating made her feel very embarrassed, so she told me to get off, somewhat ashamed and annoyed. But I, spoiled by her recent pampering, continued to touch her without caring. My mother couldn't do anything about it, and could only shamefully pee, the blush on her face gradually spreading to her ears. After she finished peeing, my mother found that I still wouldn't get off, and said helplessly, "Doggy, you've been holding it in for a while, haven't you? Why don't you go relieve yourself too?" My mother was very particular; she wouldn't get up until she wiped her bottom. And I was still hugging her like this...

"No, Mom, let me touch it again..." I pleaded. Mom

was strong, and hearing this, she turned her back to me, sticking her buttocks high in the air, grabbed a leaf
, and wiped the urine off her vulva and buttocks. Then, Mom pulled me up to face her, gave me
a playful shove, and said, "Have I spoiled you too much? You don't listen to me anymore?"

"Mom, I was wrong," I said, bowing my head as I was scolded. "

Go pee, don't act like you're still alive," Mom said with a laugh.

Perhaps because she hadn't wiped it clean, when I peed, Mom bent down a few steps away to find a leaf. When she
spread her snow-white thighs, presenting her high-raised buttocks to me, I could see everything about her genitals
clearly . I finally saw Mom's vulva.

In that dark cleft of her buttocks, I saw Mom's reddish-brown anus and her vulva surrounded by black hair.
Aside from being slightly darker and rougher than her skin
, my mother 's vulva was far superior to that of an average person.

The mons pubis and labia majora contained abundant fatty tissue and elastic fibers, making her vulva look incredibly plump,
like a large steamed bun. At the time, I didn't know this was a genuine "steamed bun vulva," the epitome of a vulva.

However, the only flaw was that because her labia majora were so thick and tightly closed,
I could only see a tiny bit of the fleshy opening—just a few dark pink buds.

Later, I learned that those were her labia minora, and as I grew older and slept with many older women, I understood even more
how rare it was that her labia minora were still a deep pink back then.

Sure enough, there were still specks of urine on her pubic hair. This time, she wiped them clean with leaves several times. I
looked at the leaves she had tossed aside; against the green backdrop, the tiny drops of urine looked like sparkling pearls.
Of course , before she put on her pants, my eyes were fixed on her genitals. But after that fleeting glimpse, it
was difficult to see my mother's vulva clearly again.

There was no way around it; her pubic hair was incredibly thick. Later, I came to believe the folk saying, "Women with lots of pubic hair have a strong sex drive,"
because my mother later perfectly demonstrated what that meant.

Standing in front of my mother, I didn't turn around. I took out my penis and started urinating. Although I
was urinating, my eyes were fixed on my mother's crotch, so much so that
I didn't even notice the last drop of urine falling onto my trouser legs and shoes.

"This child, what are you staring at... really... staring at women until your eyes are bulging, so pathetic," my mother said, blushing and laughing
as she looked at my silly expression. My face burned, and I was too ashamed and embarrassed to say a word.

Afterwards, my mother led me to a secluded lake. My mother was a good swimmer, and she took me for a nice
bath in the clear lake water. During the bath, when I was sucking on my mother's nipple, a small accident happened; my mother almost drowned while holding me. After that, I didn't dare to be naughty
anymore and obediently finished bathing with my mother.

Day after day, my relationship with my mother finally saw a breakthrough during the summer vacation. It happened
when my mother took me to my aunt's house.

My older sister was going to high school after the summer, but the only high school in town was in town, so my mother took me to
town discuss boarding school with my aunt.

Calling it a discussion was an understatement; it was more like a humble plea. I disliked my aunt intensely, ever since I was little. My mother
and aunt were half-siblings, and my mother was superior to her in every way—talent, character, and appearance—so my
narrow-minded aunt and mother didn't get along.

My aunt was also a typical snob, ruthless in achieving her goals. My uncle was more than ten years older than her and had married his first wife
before he became wealthy. But my aunt went after him relentlessly, ultimately using her deep
cunning to become his wife, turning her from mistress into wife, and marrying the town's richest man.

So, my aunt, who married better than my mother, became emboldened. She wasn't ashamed but proud, and now she always looked down on my mother,
acting like a smug, arrogant little man. That wouldn't have been bad
,

but my aunt was also incredibly cold-hearted. When I went to my uncle's house to tell her about my older sister's boarding school, as expected, she looked hesitant and stammered,
refusing to agree. My mother, for my sister's sake, pleaded with her in a low voice, but
to no avail, only making my aunt even colder.

Unable to persuade her, my aunt stiffly refused, saying, "Let's discuss it when my husband comes back. He's the head of the family; I
can't make decisions on my own." Then she made a phone call, telling us that my uncle, who was on a business trip in the city, would be back the next day,
and that we could stay there first. However, she arranged for us to stay in the corner room, deliberately trying to annoy my mother.

At the time, I didn't know there were so many intricacies in human relationships; I just thought my mother was angry.

But I was happy because this was the first time my mother had slept alone with me. I thought to myself, finally I could
openly "play games."

Summer days are long, and my mother took me out for a walk, not returning until eight o'clock when it got dark.

Inside, she first closed the door, then undressed in front of me and got into bed first. She told me to turn off the light,
then opened the thin sheet and let me slip inside.

I wanted to play with the light on, but my mother wouldn't let me. As soon as I got into bed, my mother reached out a delicate hand and brushed it over my body
, then hugged me, pressing her smooth, soft body against mine. This action
caused her high, full breasts to rub against my bare back several times, then press tightly against it
. I wanted to turn around and touch her breasts pressed against my back, but my mother still wouldn't let me.

My mother's unusually dominant behavior tonight made me struggle somewhat unwillingly. She then tied my hands with one hand,
while the other hand caressed my body, starting from my waist and sliding down to my abdomen, combing my sparse
pubic hair and probing a few times. My mother said, "Behave yourself, can't you let your mother have her way tonight?"

So I obeyed.

My mother's hand moved down again, grasping my naturally erect penis and stroking it up and down. My mother's breathing gradually
became heavy, and she would occasionally stick out her tongue to lick the back of my neck. The feeling was very ticklish, making me squirm and giggle.

My mother rubbed against me for a while, then turned her back to me. I turned around as usual, silently
moving closer to my mother. My erect penis immediately pressed against my mother's buttocks, and my mother's body trembled
as .

I stroked and grasped my mother's plump, tender buttocks. She bent her right leg, guiding my hand
to the area between her legs. Amidst the thick pubic hair, my hand touched a warm, plump mound of flesh—this
was my mother's vagina, which I had played with countless times.

Touching it, it felt damp, hot, and scalding. My heart pounded, and I began to grope and fondle that mound of flesh haphazardly. Ten
At one year old, I didn't understand that playing with my mother's vagina was against all reason, so I felt no psychological pressure. I was only
instinctively aroused, and my fingers vigorously flicked at my mother's vagina.

Under my skillful caresses, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid. Every time I touched the head of her vagina, her body
would tremble. Gradually, my mother's panting voice became a seductive nasal sound. My mother was not satisfied with this. She held my
fingers and guided them into her vagina. Following my mother's guidance, I blindly entered that plump, moist, and slippery "urinal."
My mother's two thick labia parted to the sides next to my fingers.

At that time, I didn't know that the inside of a vagina was also called a vagina. I just thought that a woman's vagina was like a man's
penis, an organ used for urination.

"Ha...hiss!" Mother let out a sensual moan that made me desperate to urinate. I inserted two fingers into her diaper
. This fleshy hole, which I had always been prejudiced against, seemed endless, as if it were alive, contracting and pulsating, sucking at my
fingers, the fleshy walls twisting as if trying to devour me.

I didn't like this feeling, so as usual, I whispered with disgust, "Ugh...Mom...it's disgusting
, let me go."

"Ugh...no, you have to poke it properly for Mom, my little dog...it feels so good when you poke it like this."

This was the first time in a long time that Mother had told me that it would feel good when I poke her diaper. So, being a dutiful child, I dug and dug with all my might
.

"Hmm...oh...oh...hmm..." Mother finally couldn't help but moan under my poke, and after a few moments
, she covered her mouth and started to 'woo woo'.

Since it made Mother feel good, I stopped rejecting the fleshy hole and began to carefully feel the sensation. Following my mother's instructions,
I inserted three fingers. The fleshy walls enveloped my fingers from all sides, creating immense resistance.
Moreover, the inner walls were extremely irregular, layered seemingly endless.

This piqued my curiosity, making me want to reach the bottom, so I desperately tried to push my fingers in, only to be quickly pushed back out by the contracting
walls . My thirst for knowledge wouldn't give up, so I decided to challenge my mother's diaper, rapidly
thrusting my fingers in and out.

"Glug glug..." came the loud, sticky sounds. I inwardly grumbled, "Why is Mom leaking urine again?"

"Ah...! Doggy... Oh oh! Doggy, slow down! Mother... Ugh... Mother can't take it!" Mother cried
out , unable to bear it any longer, but her body twisted violently with my thrusts. She cried out incoherently for a while,
her voice reaching its peak of excitement, when suddenly her body stiffened. Then she babbled incoherently in words I couldn't understand.
Then I felt my hand being drenched by gushing hot, sticky fluid. The amount was enormous, and it continued to spray for
about ten seconds.

Only when Mother's tense body relaxed did my hand, which she had been holding tightly, finally come free. I quickly pulled it out and
disgustedly flung it to the side, splashing a large amount of liquid. But the strong, fishy, pungent smell wouldn't go away.

Just as I was so disgusted that I stuck out my tongue, Mother suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly. Because of her height, Mom
could only rest her chin on the top of my head, then nuzzle against me affectionately. When her heavy breathing subsided slightly,
she would pull back down, pressing her damp forehead against mine, face to face.

In the darkness, Mom's breath was fragrant. I saw her bright, happy, satisfied, and shy eyes,
her flushed face, and her damp hair clinging messily to her cheeks… all of this gave her a mesmerizing
beauty.

For what seemed like an eternity, Mom continued to breathe softly. Holding her tightly, I could clearly feel the rise and fall of her breasts,
and the way they pressed against my soft flesh.

"You're going to kill me, you little rascal!" Suddenly, Mom pinched me, clearly embarrassed and annoyed. I didn't know this was Mom's
first time experiencing a squirt, nor did she know such a high level of pleasure existed. She only thought she had lost control of her bladder because of my ministrations.
My mother's warm breath brushed against my face. She tightened her grip on my small body, her lips close to my ear,
whimpering softly, "My little dog... my little dog, this is the first time in my life I've felt so good..."

My arms were held tightly by my mother. I felt hot, but very happy. "I can make you feel good, Mom...
I'm so happy."

My mother could tell I was sincere, and so she kissed me for the first time in her life. I didn't know that my mother had been afraid to kiss me before
because of her psychological barrier to deceiving me.

It was a deep, intoxicating kiss. My mother sucked on my lips gently and passionately, then gently bit them with her teeth
, and finally, she eagerly stuck out her tongue and burrowed it into my mouth.

I was stunned by my mother's sudden attack. It wasn't until I felt her wet, slightly cool tongue slip
into my mouth and deftly entwine with mine that I stammered, tilting my head back and asking, rather awkwardly,
"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Mom likes you..."

"Does liking someone mean you have to kiss them?"

"Yes, but you can't just kiss anyone. Do you like Mom?"

"I like you the most!" I said firmly. If I didn't like you the most, would I, a child, tolerate even my mother's dirty
pee?

"Yes, only when you like someone the most can you kiss them. And how does it feel to me, do you like it?"

I thought for a moment and said, "It feels good... but the saliva feels disgusting." Children always have
all sorts of ridiculous physical and mental cleanliness obsessions.

My mother glared at me, then smiled slyly, "You little rascal, now you think your mother is disgusting? Do you know
how you ate after you were weaned?" She winked playfully, then realized it was so dark in the room, and she didn't know if
her son could see her expression.

"I don't know."

"Mommy chewed it up for you bite by bite, you have no idea how much of my saliva you ate." Mommy chuckled as she finished
speaking .

"Ugh...it's disgusting." I shuddered.

"And the dog ate it with such relish. Later, when your teeth grew in and you could eat by yourself, you refused to eat it, you insisted
on eating what Mommy chewed." Mommy especially liked to tease me when she was in a good mood.

"Oh, Mommy, stop talking."

"You think Mommy is disgusting?"

"Yeah, you're making it even more disgusting."

"Pah, you little thing...well, how about this, you taste Mommy's saliva yourself and see if it tastes good. If you don't like it, Mommy
won't kiss you anymore."

Of course I refused, but Mommy threatened to kiss me every day and make me eat her saliva every day, so I agreed.

In the darkness, Mommy waited for me to make a move. When I went to kiss her, Mommy opened her mouth ingratiatingly, patted me,
and gestured for me to eat her saliva myself.

I reluctantly slurped a mouthful, then grimaced and swallowed it, but it tasted sweet and
cool, not at all as disgusting as I had imagined.

It was delicious, and I couldn't resist kissing it again, this time with extra passion. I even tried chewing on my mother
's soft, fragrant tongue a couple of times, and the more I ate, the better it tasted. My mother's saliva was like a dam bursting, and I couldn't stop eating.

I had no more mental barriers and became somewhat fascinated. My mother didn't tell me to stop, so I lost track of time, eating
with great relish, making slurping noises. But gradually, my mother's saliva became thicker, and
her nasal moans became more sticky and rapid.

"Doggy... stop... I can't breathe." My mother's voice was soft and weak, and her arms holding me
were too weak to hold on, so she slumped lightly against me.

"Mother?" I asked, puzzled, still caught up in the moment.

"I've made you drool... Touch me first, then I'll give you some more." My mother said, guiding
my hand to touch her vulva, but I refused because she had urinated too much earlier.

"Then touch my breasts... or you can suckle my nipples." My mother tried to guide me to touch her breasts,
and seeing that I didn't move, she impatiently pressed my head down to suckle her nipples.

"No, Mom won't give me any milk." I wasn't interested; I just wanted to suckle her saliva.

"You child... I want to give you milk too, but I don't have any..." My mother said regretfully.

"I don't believe it. Look around the village, which mother doesn't have milk?" Obviously, the women breastfeeding in the street
had misled me.

My mother pinched my bottom in annoyance, then gently stroked it, tolerating my unreasonable behavior, and said,
"Doggy, how about this, I'll teach you a more fun game as compensation."

I was stunned and shook my head hesitantly. No one knows a son better than his mother. In the darkness, she sensed my wavering and
pulled me closer, enticing me with a mysterious allure. "It's even more fun than eating my saliva or playing with my body, and it
feels so good."

Intrigued, I eagerly asked how. But she kept me in suspense, refusing to tell me no matter how much I pleaded, only
telling me to cooperate.

I could only obey, placing my hand on her vulva again and obediently inserting my fingers
. The inside was thick with the previous 'urine,' like a sweet well that would never run dry. I began thrusting my fingers
in .

Being between her breasts, I could feel her heart pounding like a drum.

"Gurgle, gurgle," my fingers made strange sounds from her lower body, which I found beautiful, like
the most beautiful melody in the world.

"Mmm...oh...my good boy...my good dog..." She moaned with pleasure near my ear
, calling my name repeatedly. I wondered, wasn't I right next to her? Why does Mom
call out to me every time I play with her ...? I don't understand.

I don't know why Mom makes those sounds, and she doesn't seem to be in pain. I
thought to myself as I dug my fingers into Mom's vagina.

"Hmm... ah... uh..." Mom's voice became increasingly uncontrollable, and I felt as if my
fingers were digging into a rotten persimmon, the stickiness and erosion inside increasing steadily. The outside of Mom's vagina
was also a muddy mess, full of sticky, paste-like fluid.

"Mom, does it hurt?" I finally stopped inserting my fingers amidst Mom's moans. Mom then
woke up from her ecstatic state, not answering me, but muttering to herself as if she had "almost forgotten the important matter."

In the darkness, I saw Mom's autumn eyes full of ripples, and her voice was particularly sweet, "Doggy... Mom's puppy
..." Mom cupped my cheeks with her hands and began licking my features. I felt very itchy, and Mom's tongue was like a puppy's
, trying her best to please me.

"Oh, Mom... stop licking." I dodged left and right, then said with great interest, "Mom, I'll listen to
you. Tell me how to play an even more fun game?"

"Doggy..." Mom seemed to be panting, "Doggy, you do it to Mom first. Didn't Mom tell you it
's comfortable? Mom, you're making me feel so good..." Mom bit my ear again, then her tongue
went into my ear canal, continuing to speak incoherently, "Silly doggy, don't worry, Mom will definitely tell
you, but... slurp... you have to promise Mom you won't tell anyone."

"I promise!"

"Not even your older sisters..." "

But do my sisters know we always play games at night?" My two older sisters knew that Mom and I always fooled around in bed,
but they didn't know the specifics.

"Don't stop your hand, keep digging... oh... yes, yes... digging feels so good to Mom, um... what Mom
means is... don't tell your sisters about the games we... we play." Mom's voice was intermittent.

"I know, you've told me hundreds of times," I said impatiently.

After that, Mother's moans became completely uncontrollable. Because she was only concerned with her own pleasure, I retaliated by thrusting
even harder, causing her to moan loudly and recklessly, "Mmm... ahh... woo... woo—
woo..." Mother covered her mouth tightly, but low, strong sobs escaped from her throat, like cries of despair
, her two rounded thighs constantly crossing below.

Just a few minutes later, Mother could no longer hold back and opened her mouth to sob and howl, "Ahhh—the dog is fucking me to death
—I'm going to die—!"

Mother cried. I didn't know this was a sign of her overexertion; I only thought she was crying because I had hurt her. But
realizing I had caused trouble, I didn't stop, because I felt a strange excitement from Mother's frantic cries.
My fingers thrust and prodded even more roughly, wanting only to see Mother's behavior become even more 'crazy'.

"Ah, Doggy!! Ah...! I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore..." Mom's body jerked violently,
then arched her back, thrusting her hips against me, her whole body convulsing violently!

"Doggy..." Mom finally called my name, her voice high-pitched and trailing off with a seductive, lewd tone, and her lower body
gushed out a large amount of 'urine' again—Mom had wet the bed again!

"Doggy... huff... huff... you're so good at this, Doggy... tonight... you've already killed me twice
..." Mom murmured weakly, breathing heavily and absentmindedly.

I was stunned by Mom's exaggerated shouts, and it took me a while to recover. Worried that my aunt might hear, I said,
"Mom, Auntie won't hear, will she?"

Mom stiffened, her somewhat dazed eyes regaining their focus, revealing worry. Her face was grim and uncertain. After
a long pause, she finally stammered, "It's Mom's fault... was I too loud just now?"

"Your mother's screams sound like a pig being slaughtered in the village," I said, using a very inappropriate analogy.

"Pah! You're the pig! How dare you talk to your mother like that?!" My mother spat out in utter shame and indignation.

I shrank back, silent for a moment, then my mother said in a deep voice, "Now that things have come to this, if your aunt asks,
you absolutely cannot admit it... Yes, just insist that you were helping your mother massage her back, understand?"

I nodded dismissively, and my mother tapped my head, sternly instructing me, "You absolutely must remember this,
otherwise you and your mother are both finished."

"Don't worry, Mother. Can we start playing some fun games now?" My anticipation had reached its peak.
Just thinking about it, anything more fun than eating my mother's saliva or playing with her body would be the most fun game in the world, and
it wouldn't be in vain that I endured the humiliation of picking at my mother's diaper.

My mother smacked her lips, reached down, and grasped my penis, which was stronger than 90% of men's. My mother's hand quickly began to stroke it
up and down .

"Doggy...does it feel good?"

"Mommy...stop stroking, I'm going to pee!" I'd been hard for a long time.

"Mommy's darling...is this your first time...pee, it feels so good!" Mommy's voice
trembled, sounding very excited.

"No..." But it was too late. Mommy's skills were too good. She'd played with my penis since I was little. Going all out,
wouldn't she drive me crazy?

I ejaculated directly. The first spurt of 'pee' hit the lower edge of Mommy's breasts—right in the middle of her cleavage. It was so hot that
Mommy shuddered. Then she pressed herself against me, letting my penis head pierce her belly. In the end, I ejaculated
all .

Afterwards, Mommy told me she changed her mind. This wasn't the fun game. The best game could only
be played when we got home. Mommy explained that playing that game was too loud, and Auntie would definitely hear. As for me, even though I knew Mommy hadn't kept her promise, the feeling of peeing was completely different

from the usual feeling of holding it in . It made me feel like I was floating on air.
For the first time in the past six months of playing with my mother, I didn't feel stifled. I felt
as joyful as if I'd eaten a ginseng fruit.

Naturally, I didn't show any dissatisfaction and immediately fell into a deep sleep, a slight smile even
playing on .

My mother, however, didn't sleep. She got up and secretly cleaned up the mess before going to bed and cuddling me peacefully.

The next day, my aunt didn't show any unusual behavior either, thankfully her house was big, and she was probably fast asleep
.

That noon, my uncle, Qin Shou, returned. After a moment's thought upon hearing my mother's request, he agreed. He

truly was my good aunt.

My uncle was very well-regarded by my family; he was very warm to my mother and gave my sisters and me
many . In my mind, he was one of the best people in the world.

Later, I learned what it meant to "know a person's face but not their heart" and "life is like a play, all about acting." My uncle's
acting had fooled everyone for a time, and because of him, my family later suffered serious harm!

After we finished discussing our business, my mother and I stayed another night at my uncle's house, unable to resist his warm invitation.

The next day, my aunt, in front of my uncle, was still very hospitable and even took my mother shopping.

Although it was a backward time, the shops in town had everything we needed, and I didn't stand
on ceremony with my aunt, dragging my mother along. No, rather, I deliberately spent a lot of her money; soon, we were carrying bags and bags of things by noon.

During this time, I whispered to my mother that I wanted her to buy the kind of stockings my aunt was wearing, because I was very curious about sheer,
transparent stockings and really wanted to touch them. In particular, I had an erection from looking at my aunt's beautiful legs in stockings
, and a strong desire arose in my heart.

However, they didn't sell them in town. In the end, my mother couldn't resist my nagging and reluctantly asked my aunt for two pairs.
My aunt was puzzled, but because my uncle was there, she gave them to her.

And so, my uncle and aunt parted ways with "sincere" and insincere smiles, respectively, as we left.

On the way home, my mother told me that stockings are called silk stockings. Actually, Mom wasn't entirely right. To be precise, these were
pantyhose , a type of stocking.

Stockings, stockings… I muttered to myself a few times, feeling that the name was very fitting and beautiful, and my fondness for
stockings grew even stronger.

I couldn't wait to see Mom wear them; my anticipation was even higher than the mysterious game she had mentioned. Because even my aunt,
who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, looked so good in them, I thought Mom, with her long legs, would look even better in them.
The result of Mom wearing them was that I later used stockings as a sex toy to enhance our lovemaking.

After returning home, Mom told my eldest sister the news, and my eldest sister's high school plans were finally settled.

The day before the end of summer vacation, we finally got a chance. My eldest and second eldest sisters had both gone out early and wouldn't be back until evening,
leaving only Mom and me at home.

Mom was still too shy to play games with me during the day, but she couldn't resist me, and finally put on the green sleeveless floral dress she had bought when we went to my aunt's house
. The hem of the dress reached her knees, revealing a pair of flawless, slender legs. Naturally, she wore
the flesh-colored stockings I'd been most looking forward to, along with a pair of white round-toe high heels.

"Satisfied now...you little rascal?" It was the first time Mom had dressed like this, her face slightly flushed. The feeling of the stockings tightly encasing her legs
made her both curious and a little awkward, her hands unnaturally clasped behind her back. To ease her tension, Mom
swayed gently with a rhythmic grace, her slender figure resembling a pure white flower swaying in the wind. This
ultimate beauty left me, standing right in front of her, mesmerized.

Mom stood gracefully, appearing so tall in her high heels, her legs accentuated by their length. I looked closely at Mom's feet;
they weren't large, but delicate and exquisite, with smooth, jade-like insteps, especially with the stockings covering them, making them look like the finest silk
in the world .

For a moment, it seemed as

if water lilies were blooming beneath Mom's feet... Only then did I realize how beautiful Mom's feet were, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed that I'd never
noticed , wasting so much time admiring her beautiful feet!

I was so annoyed that I slapped myself. My mother, who had been wondering why I was staring at her feet like a wolf,
had nervously tucked her beautiful feet away. But instead, I slapped myself.

"Tsk...you child, what's gotten into you again?!" she smacked, her voice full of concern and reproach.

I chuckled awkwardly, "Nothing."

I helped my mother sit on the kang (heated brick bed), then went straight for her beautiful feet, hastily removing
the high heels , and tossing them aside. My mother, still upset about the new shoes, scolded me a couple of times.

I squatted down on the floor, breathing heavily, cradling one of my mother's beautiful feet in my hands, swallowing hard as I examined it.

Every part of her foot, from the sole to the toes, seemed perfect, perfectly formed. Through the toe of the stocking, five buds...
Her delicate, white toes resembled a row of pearls, exquisite and beautiful. The bone structure of her foot was slender, so her entire foot
didn't appear plump; it was so small that it felt soft and boneless to the touch. The tender flesh attached to the foot bones was so delicate that
you could see the pale blue veins. These veins were incredibly fine, completely free of the aftereffects of frequent labor,
and there were no unsightly bulging veins whatsoever.

The beautiful foot, paired with alluring ultra-thin stockings, the delicate flesh covered in a layer of silky nylon, presented an irresistible
allure that left me speechless for a long time. My mother, seeing me staring at her feet with a lecherous expression, initially felt quite pleased,
secretly thinking that her son actually liked her so much that he didn't even mind her feet. Later, seeing that I didn't move,
she pushed my face with her other beautiful foot with a hint of disdain, and I finally snapped out of my daze.

My mother blushed, struggled impatiently for a moment, and said, "Are you still going to play games? I can play with you
all day today." My mother's mind was clearly on the game.

"Wait a minute, Mom's feet are so beautiful!" I said.

Mom spat, but didn't move again. She was probably a little embarrassed by my staring at her feet, though she kept
talking to me. I ignored her, squatting there and gently examining her
alluring, glistening legs.

Finally, I wasn't satisfied with just looking; I pinched the soles of her feet and started rubbing them, only then noticing that her soft soles
were slightly damp. She

hadn't been doing any work… why were her feet sweating? But they felt even smoother to the touch. Mom, with her hands spread
across the edge of the bed, only occasionally twitched her beautiful feet when they itched, otherwise obediently letting me touch them.

"You child… what a strange fetish," Mom scolded softly. I blushed
and didn't answer.

"Mom, are you comfortable?" I asked, looking up at Mom expectantly after playing for a while, a little hesitantly
. After all, I also felt it was quite strange. So I wanted Mom to feel comfortable, so I would have the courage to continue playing
.

"Mom... Mom feels comfortable." Seeing my hopeful look, Mom didn't want to lie, her eyes darting shyly left and right.

I was overjoyed, picked up Mom's beautiful feet, smelled the faint leather scent, and, as if possessed, licked them!
I don't know why, but I really wanted to do this, and wanted to make Mom feel more comfortable in return.

Mom was stunned for a moment, only to feel my tongue touch her ankle, and she giggled from the tickling,
her feet starting to struggle.

"Giggle... How disgusting... Stop licking!" Mom laughed like a silver bell, her clear voice like
jade beads falling on a plate, as beautiful as a bird's song.

After Mom broke free, I squatted there and moved forward a little, placing Mom's two round thighs on
my thin shoulders, and then pressed Mom's two thighs against my shoulders, so that I was
trapped between Mom's fleshy thighs.

Feeling the elasticity of her shoulders and ears, I shook my head, rubbing against her while licking
the inside of her thighs.

"Oh...you naughty child...I give up...my little devil..." My mother began
to tremble , her legs crossing over my back, her feet hooked together, as if she were hugging me.

With my mother's cooperation, I quickly licked the inside of her stockings, leaving them covered in saliva. Not satisfied, I
stretched out my finger, my index fingertip touching her vulva through the stockings. The moment my fingertip touched her, my mother
instinctively pulled her legs closer, dragging me under her skirt. Now I couldn't see anything.

So I asked my mother to let me go, and I climbed onto the bed. Then I made a bizarre request: I wanted my mother to
step on my face.

"..." My mother looked me up and down strangely.

"Is it not okay...Mom?" I was embarrassed and didn't dare to look at her.

"Fine, fine...I'll let you stink!" My mother couldn't stand my coquettish expression and said sternly.
But I knew Mother's feet didn't smell bad at all, because I had just smelled them.

I lay down, and Mother sat down above my head, then bent her knees and gently lifted one of her silk-stockinged feet.
She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously and tentatively placed her foot on my face. I licked
it , and Mother recoiled as if startled. I impatiently said, "Mother, don't hide... come with both feet!"

"I'm just afraid of stepping on you... Oh, oh, oh! I'll just stomp you to death!" Mother felt both ashamed and confused,
and could only feign anger to cover it up.

As soon as she finished speaking, my vision went black. Mother's feet covered my eyes from looking at her, and my nostrils immediately smelled
a mixture of leather, flesh, and silk stockings, fermenting into a slightly sour musky scent.

I immediately started licking excitedly! Actually, normally I would have found it dirty, but Mother was wearing silk stockings, so I only
felt excitement and forgot about feeling disgusted.

Mother's breathing quickened immediately. She pursed her dry lips, feeling an unbearable tingling sensation as her son licked her feet,
as if countless ants were crawling all over the place.

This sensation even seemed to reach her uterus; Yao Xi felt a wetness in her vagina. She squinted,
slightly raising her chin, experiencing a pleasurable sensation that only intensified her shame.

I nibbled on Mother's feet for a while, then reached up and lifted her firm, elastic legs. I glanced at her;
Mother awkwardly shifted her hips, swaying and rubbing them to the other side to spread her thighs out fully. Her eyelashes
trembled uncontrollably, like tiny brushes. When Mother saw me looking at her, she immediately averted her gaze.

Hehe, Mother was shy; the blush on her snow-white cheeks deepened, and the blush at the base of her ears gradually spread, eventually merging with
her cheeks .

My mother's skin was snow-white, so the blush was particularly noticeable. "Hehe... Mother's face is like a monkey's bottom in the mountains."

"Pah... You little beast, you're insulting your own mother..." My mother's voice trembled, as my words intensified her
shame. At this moment, my mother felt her shame was off the charts. She seemed unwilling to let me bully her, and after thinking for a moment, she fiercely
retorted, "If Mother is a female monkey... then you are a little monkey... a mischievous little monkey who specializes in teasing his mother..."

"Hehe, I am the all-powerful Sun Wukong!" I liked to see my mother's shy and embarrassed appearance. As I spoke,
I kept looking at my mother, slowly stroking her calves, feeling the smooth,
elastic, and taut flesh wrapped in stockings. It felt incredibly comfortable to rub against my palms.

My mother stopped talking, just silently biting her lip and enjoying it, looking like a submissive little woman. This made
me feel that my mother acknowledged my abilities.

I then raised my head and licked my mother's calves, and she trembled slightly. During the day, she seemed unwilling to moan, perhaps because...
Shy. She unconsciously bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, trying her best to endure it. Soon, her cherry-colored lips were
slightly , and a row of teeth marks were clearly imprinted, impossible to erase quickly.

"Hiss… Mother… Does the Monkey King lick you well…?" I especially loved
the stories of Journey to the West that my mother told me, particularly the Monkey King, Sun Wukong.

At this moment, my mother's neck was against the wall, her whole body stretched out, her small feet resting on my stomach, letting me play with
her calves. Even when I picked up her stockings and pulled at them, she showed no impatience. The atmosphere seemed like a submissive,
traditional wife facing her husband's mischief, very virtuously tolerating it.

But my mother turned her head away, refusing to answer or look at me.

"Mother?" I asked, clearly wanting to hear her say it felt good, but my mother bit her lip and gave me a coquettish glare,
determined not to answer.

Did my mother think I couldn't control her just because she didn't speak?

I started to rub against my mother, lying down and burying my head under her skirt, licking her inner thighs. And the deeper I licked,
the more restless and writhed my mother became, her breathing heavy, her face flushed as if it were about to bleed. Soon,
a warmth rose within her skirt, and I could smell its warmth with every breath.

"You really are...interesting...why don't you come out..." When I was almost touching her inner thighs, she
finally broke her silence, clenching her fists, her voice trembling. The stimulation caused her to unconsciously bring her fists to her mouth,
her front teeth clenching her thumb knuckles, her jaws unconsciously tightening until

she almost broke the skin. "I won't come out until you say it feels good," I said, making a muffled sound from within her skirt.

"Mmm...oh...it feels so good...it feels so good when you lick me, you dog...please have mercy on me, you dog..." she pleaded, her muscles
tensing and her thighs clenching together. But I wouldn't stop, because this wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"Dog...didn't Mommy say it felt good...Mommy's already given up...Ugh...Don't lick inside...it's dirty
there ..." Mommy's body was tense, and the more tense she was, the more sensitive her nerves became.
She could clearly feel any subtle change, even a drop of shameful fluid seeping from between her legs, let alone that
nimble, lewd tongue.

"I'm not a dog now...I'm the Great Sage Equaling Heaven." I focused on licking until Mommy's inner thighs were completely wet, the ordinary
thin stockings sticking stickily to her crotch. Mommy felt a cool sensation, which made her inner thighs unusually sensitive. But I still
didn't lick Mommy's vulva. Mommy felt her vulva was dirty, and she felt sorry for me and didn't ask me to lick it—even though she really wanted it.

"You little devil...Mommy's surrendered...okay, okay...The Great Sage Equaling Heaven licks Mommy so well...Mommy's
Great Sage Equaling Heaven...Mommy's little Wukong...um...Great Sage...please stop your magic..." Mommy could
n't take it anymore and actually said such things.

"Hehehehe..." I finally emerged from under my mother's skirt, savoring the moment. "Mother actually called me Great Sage
... I love it, Mother! Will you call me Great Sage from now on?"

My mother's face flushed red, and she spat fiercely, "Get lost... Don't push your luck!"

But her fierceness quickly vanished. Before she could even catch her breath,
I, who had gotten up and was kneeling, grabbed her lotus feet. I never felt tired, because little boys are always particularly mischievous, and I was no
exception.

With her cool, slender, tender feet in my hands, I squeezed them, my fingers gripping them a few times. With my other hand, I held her round, silky
heel, and with my fingers on her small, cute, delicate toes, I carefully licked each one.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." My mother's wet, silk-stockinged fingers made me lick them with extra gusto. The softness and smoothness of her skin
traveled through my tongue to my mind. The jade-like smoothness easily reminded me of other parts of my mother's body,
such as her large breasts and her large, fat, greasy buttocks. But at this moment, all I wanted to do was nibble on my mother's feet, because
stockinged feet were the newest thing for me; I'd already lost interest in the other places.

Faced with my perverse and passionate "oral sex," my mother's pleasure intensified instantly, and she finally let out a startled "Ah!
" followed by unstoppable moans. The sounds were like a raging river,
an unstoppable flood... I would occasionally lick the skin between my mother's particularly sensitive toes, causing her thigh muscles to
twitch reflexively.

At some point, my mother's hands, clasped to her chest, slowly began to knead her breasts with her ten slender fingers, rubbing
her nipples.

I discovered that the spaces between my mother's toes were the most sensitive, so I skillfully brushed them back and forth with my tongue, causing my mother's fiery body to writhe
violently , her thigh muscles twitching uncontrollably. She looked like a possessed snake demon,
her lewdness tinged with seductive allure.

This violent writhing finally caused Mother's skirt to slowly ride up, revealing half of her buttocks. Her
swollen mons pubis was still covered by sheer stockings, as thin as cicada wings, which concealed her peach-like, rounded buttocks. I
could never escape the allure of pantyhose again!

"Mother... sizzle... you feel so good licking your toes, and you say I have a weird fetish... hehe, I think Mother is even
weirder." I couldn't help but tease.

Mother was already incredibly embarrassed to have agreed to such a perverted request. Hearing my teasing, she quickly covered her mouth,
barely daring to breathe. But the awkwardness and embarrassment she had managed to maintain before were now impossible to suppress
.

"You're not allowed to look at Mother!" Mother kicked me with her stockinged foot, annoyed and embarrassed. Her cotton panties, having absorbed
a large amount of overflowing vaginal fluid, were now completely soaked. The damp, cool feeling in her crotch made Mother even more ashamed, and naturally,
she blamed me, glaring at me with resentment and shame.

My mother told me not to look, but I insisted. While sucking on her beautiful feet, I kept staring at her. Annoyed, she stepped on my
face with her other foot, but I seized the opportunity to hug her legs and nibble on her feet. Whether it was weakness or something else, my mother showed
no sign of struggling, only her legs twitching.

But then she did something that both amused and touched me. She
covered her face with her soft hands like a shy little girl, obscuring her expression. She didn't even notice the drool dripping from
her lips until it fell, then quickly smeared it away. Peeking through her fingers, she saw me and, seeing me laugh,
immediately covered her face again like a startled rabbit.

A series of rapid moans escaped her lips, like a mournful ancient melody,
a soft , a muttered complaint that eventually turned into whimpering whimpers, as if she had been bullied by me.

The stockings that my mother had slicked with saliva turned a darker color, and mixed with fine, glistening beads of sweat, they shone with an oily sheen, like they were coated with
a layer of flesh-colored wax. I liked it very much, so I decided to lick my mother's legs until they looked like that.

As I began to lick, my mother's legs stretched out in coordination with my licking, eventually becoming
ramrod straight. Visually, I couldn't see that her toes were also ramrod straight. Gradually, her crotch became increasingly muddy,
the wet patches on her plump mons pubis expanding and spreading to her inner thighs, showing signs of extending further!

And finally, the color of the wet patches deepened, eventually appearing glistening with moisture… I even dared to guarantee that
if I dared to suck on my mother's cunt, I would definitely suck out a mouthful of urine!

The stockings on my mother's legs were also rubbed and wrinkled. After I finished licking her legs, the stockings had darkened overall
, becoming completely glistening with moisture. Her dress had somehow been pulled up over her breasts, revealing a pair of
large, glistening breasts that trembled, their flesh smooth and fleshy. Her fair belly rose and fell with her breath. Conservative white cotton
panties were worn over her stockings, the stockings clinging tightly to her vulva, stretching her mons pubis so much that it
appeared plump and its outline clearly defined!

At this moment, my mother's vulva displayed extreme lewdness... This muddy, this decadent state, even through
her panties stockings, brought me the strongest mental shock!

I felt my blood boiling, as if my body was on fire, and a desire from the deepest part of my instincts could no longer
be suppressed ...

"Dog... Godmother... Mother can't take it anymore..."

To be continued.

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