My daughter's boyfriend took off my clothes.

"Auntie, the sun's shining on your bottom, you should wake up now." Xiao Xu stood by the bed, looking at me.

Actually, I'd been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare bottom. I thought I should let the sun shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight.

I knew my daughter was dating when she was in her early twenties. She often came home late, sometimes not at all. Two or three years passed, and her figure changed. I could tell she'd had a history of sexual activity. I'm an open-minded mother and accept my daughter's past sexual behavior. In today's society, it's not shameful; sex is something she should try and experience. But what kind of man was her boyfriend? I wanted to ask, but I never did.

Until this winter, on a very cold Saturday, my daughter happily brought her boyfriend home. Although my daughter had told me beforehand, I didn't dress up specially, just wore casual clothes. Meeting my daughter's boyfriend wasn't an important meeting. When they came in and saw my husband and me, my daughter introduced them: "Dad, Mom, this is Xiao Xu."

That's how I met Xiao Xu for the first time. This boy was tall and quite strong. I think my daughter is quite tall, and their heights are well-matched. My daughter has fair skin like me, but his skin is dark. I looked at them closely; the contrasting skin tones of this couple made it hard to tell who was who. The boy had a broad, angular face, not handsome, but his bright, intelligent eyes gave him a manly air.

When he first saw us, he looked awkward: "Uncle, Auntie!" I heard him slur his words and distort his pronunciation when he called me "Auntie."

As his mother, I had to step in to smooth things over. I nodded to him and said, "Xiao Xu, it's hot in here, take off your coat. We have central heating here, it's very warm, a light coat is enough."

Then, I chatted with him for a few more lighthearted, everyday things, and Xiao Xu seemed much more relaxed. I felt I didn't have much more to say to him, so I said, "Weekends are my busiest time. I have to do all the housework, washing and cleaning. You and her dad chat for a bit, I have to go get to work."

Xiao Xu replied, "Auntie, let me help you, I can do all the housework."

I said, "No, thank you, this is your first time here."

I got up and went into the bathroom, where there was a pile of clothes to wash. Which ones to wash first? Which ones to wash later? Just as I was choosing, Xiao Xu came with me. He wanted to help me wash the clothes, but I didn't want him to come in because there were women's bras and underwear among the clothes, which would be indecent for him to see. I blocked most of the doorway, but he didn't understand what I meant and insisted on helping me. I thought to myself, "This child is attentive and sensible, so let him help me." But when

he helped me, I felt uncomfortable. Working always involves bending over and standing up, and with a young man I was meeting for the first time beside me, I instinctively pulled up my collar when I bent over, afraid of exposing my breasts. Actually, my collar wasn't low; I just wanted to protect myself from him. Every time I bent over, to avoid his gaze on my chest, I turned my back to him, but my raised buttocks bumped into him several times. This made me very embarrassed; it's awkward for a woman's buttocks to bump into a strange man.

This was the most embarrassing thing that happened when we first met. Later, I asked him, "Did he touch my buttocks on purpose?" He said, "I touched him with my buttocks, deliberately teasing him, which gave him the courage to do so later." Actually, I had no such thought at the time; it was an unintentional misunderstanding that led him to my bed.

I still told him to leave. That day, our whole family ate together.

During dinner, my husband and I asked him, "What are your plans now that you have a family?"

Xiao Xu told us about his future plans: he now runs a beauty salon, and the beauty business is very profitable. He also has connections with several foreign cosmetics companies, and could potentially collaborate with them on distribution or agency agreements. I didn't pay much attention to his story because we knew about his beauty salon and knew a little about his family. We wanted to observe whether he was just spouting empty promises.

His tone was calm, his thinking was organized, and he maintained a good balance. His expression wasn't exaggerated, but it was sunny.

I liked this person! A very nice young man.

That evening, when my daughter and Xiao Xu went out, my daughter said, "Mom and Dad, I won't be back tonight. Don't wait for me." My husband and I didn't respond because there was nothing more to say; we both knew about their private affairs.

A long night passed. My husband was asleep, and I was watching TV. My phone rang. I picked it up and saw a text message. The message only had four words: "Are you asleep?"

Who could it be? An unknown number. Perhaps it was an acquaintance whose number I didn't recognize. I replied, "Who is it?" The other person replied, "Someone who admires you." Seeing the reply, I thought, what is there to admire about me? There must be a mistake. I replied, "You've got the wrong person, haven't you?" The person replied, "No, it's you." I thought: There must be a mistake. I turned off my phone.

But from then on, my phone received text messages like, "I love you, a very special kind of love," every day. The messages piled up, annoying me. Who was he? He sent the wrong number, busying himself with someone who wasn't his lover, neglecting his real lover.

I should really remind him not to waste her time.

I dialed the number: "Who is this?" The voice on the other end was familiar—it was Xiao Xu! He said on the phone, "What should I call you? Since the day I saw you, I've had hope in my heart, and I can't sleep at night."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're a good woman," he replied.

Before I could speak, he continued, "If I said, 'I love you,' would you be angry?"

This sudden question left me speechless.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, then he said, "I'll make you even more beautiful!"

What did that mean? Love me, and make me more beautiful?

My heart started pounding, pounding wildly. Could any woman with experience not understand? He was trying to flirt with me! My judgment was correct at the time, but I didn't reject him. I just thought, how dare he be so bold—dating his daughter and flirting with his mother? He's a mature man; he shouldn't be doing this.

I went into the bedroom; my husband was fast asleep. I went out again, kicked off my slippers, and walked around barefoot. I thought: Fine, let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve. If he wants to flirt with me, then so be it; I'm not afraid. I said to him, "You know what? I know who you are, but I shouldn't, you understand?"

Would he understand what I meant? I wondered.

He said, "I know, you don't know who I am. My crush on you is my beauty, not a burden to you."

He understood what I meant. If we both knew who I was dealing with, how could this continue? I hung up the phone and sat on the sofa, thinking: My daughter hasn't come back yet; are they together? Are they calling me from bed? Then I would be so embarrassed.

I quickly dialed my daughter's cell phone, and she told me on the other end that she was at a party with her classmates. I could hear music and laughter coming from the receiver. This reassured me, and I told her, "Come home early."

That night, I slept naked next to my husband. We'd been together for over twenty years, and as a wife, I had always been dutiful and never done anything out of line.

The next day, as soon as I left the house, I rushed to check my phone. There was another text message: "I heard your voice, so beautiful!"

"You can choose with me, but with you, I cannot escape."

My phone was flooded with his text messages, all filled with cheesy, mushy words. I wanted to reply, but my finger hovered over the keypad, unsure how to respond. I thought: Wait a few days. Young people don't last forever. Besides, I couldn't reply rashly; he might use it against me and ruin my reputation.

I didn't reply, just kept receiving his messages. He seemed determined not to stop. One message read: "I love you, without expecting anything in return, because you're in my heart, and only then can my heart bloom with flowers."

"Withered flower." That was my first reply to him. What? I'm a woman in my forties, not a flower anymore.

"The flower is full, mature, and in full bloom in its season," he replied, but I didn't.

Days passed, his texts continued, and checking them gradually became a habit. Because of my daughter, though I felt uneasy and dared not reply, I had to admit: I was starting to like these flirtatious messages! Because a middle-aged woman suddenly being loved by a young man, whether it was real or not, I wanted to experience it.

As the weather warmed, the messages he sent me, like the warmer weather, grew increasingly passionate.

I still didn't reply, but I admit, his patience was remarkable. I neither objected to nor replied to his messages. We didn't have any real interaction; I only gained a little psychological comfort from his messages, and my behavior wasn't wrong!

One day, near the end of the workday, a torrential downpour began. My colleagues and I looked out the window at the heavy rain, discussing how we were going to get home; even getting a taxi would be difficult. I took out my phone and notified my husband that I might be home late. Just then, the text message arrived: "It's raining. There's a red taxi downstairs; the last three digits of the license plate are 521. That's the car I booked for you. You can go home right away. The fare has been paid!"

I quickly looked around, as if he were right beside me. No, only my colleagues. As I walked downstairs, I read the message again: red taxi, license plate 521. As I repeated 521, it sounded like the homonym for "I love you." I was moved, and tears welled up in my eyes.

When I got home, my husband was already back, sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper. Seeing me enter, he said, "It's raining so hard, you said you'd be late." He continued reading. Hearing his indifferent words, I said calmly, "I got a ride home with a colleague."

I changed my clothes and went into the kitchen. I felt a pang of resentment: my husband, with whom I've lived for over twenty years, when has he ever cared for or shown me any consideration? He's even stingy with a kind word. I accepted this favor behind my husband and daughter's back. Regardless of whether his thoughts about me are malicious or innocent, I accept his kindness.

My daughter came home, and I asked her, "How did you get back?"

She threw her bag aside and said, "How else could I get back? He picked me up and then brought me home."

I asked again, "Where is he?"

She said, "He dropped me off downstairs and left." Hearing this, I said, "Why didn't you ask him to come up? Honestly!" My

daughter hugged my waist and laughed, saying, "He's very busy, he doesn't have time to play with you."

"This child, how can you talk like that?" I scolded her a bit.

During dinner, I kept thinking about my phone; I felt there must be a text from him. I had a guilty conscience; a middle-aged woman secretly having an affair with my daughter's boyfriend should feel guilty, but texting had become a part of my daily life.

I took my phone into the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a text: "It's raining heavily, I'm wet. How about you?"

I said, "I've never worn makeup before."

He leaned close to my ear and said, "You're so beautiful, so kind-looking, Auntie, I love women like you!"

This "love" wasn't a text message; he said it to me in person. Enjoying a young man whispering his love in my ear, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.

I whispered to Xiao Xu, "Don't tell me you love me. Women get jealous when they're two-timing, you know?"

He rubbed my cheek and said, "Auntie, there are different kinds of love. You look like a loving mother, with graceful bearing, radiating maternal warmth. That's the image of a mother, so I love you!"

How sweet that sounds! Mother? A fake mother! A physical mother! A mother I can have sex with! I am a woman. Actually, I've thought that flirting with him behind my daughter's back is ethically immoral. But if I see sex as one plane, and love, marriage, and family as another, they are singular and don't overlap, then I'm not immoral. Sometimes I'm just a simple woman, pursuing what women should pursue. Sometimes I'm a mother, fulfilling the duties of a mother. I thought: This kid is even more outdated than me, still going in circles in front of me. I touched his hand and asked, "How are you?"

"Huh?" He was stunned, not understanding. A usually smart person, why is he acting so foolish now? Sometimes men feel helpless around women they're unsure of. I thought: should I take the initiative and not waste my time?

With that thought, I unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a glimpse of my breasts. This was different from when I first met him; back then I pulled up my collar, but now I was unbuttoning.

He realized what I meant, and we smiled at each other in the mirror. Looking at my slightly exposed breasts, he playfully said, "Auntie, I can't see the whole picture."

I said, "Don't worry, the outline is good enough." He winked at me and said, "Auntie, it's really hard work putting makeup on a woman like you." He cupped my face and stared at me. Was he going to kiss me? I wouldn't refuse; my tongue was ready to meet his.

However, he didn't kiss me. His hands slipped inside my collar and touched my breasts. I took a deep breath, then exhaled. He said, "Auntie, I touched your breasts." I pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, "The word 'breasts' is too elegant. Auntie doesn't like it. From now on, we should say 'naizi' (乳子), 'puhu' (股) should be 'pui' (屄), and 'pigong' (柄penis) should be 'ji' (鸡) or 'jiba' (鸡巴). It's vulgar, obscene, but

stimulating." He said, "Okay, I'll say those words without a problem. Auntie, are you sure you can do it?" He touched my breasts; it had been a long time since a man had touched me like that. I said

to him, "Any word becomes a habit if you use it often. Auntie's breasts feel so good when you touch them!" He said, "Auntie, your nipples are hard." Yes, my nipples were hard; it's a woman's sexual physiological characteristic. I looked up at him and said, "Xiao Xu, don't just touch Auntie's breasts. You still have to do your work. Don't forget there's another woman outside."

He obeyed, pulled his hand away, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin, and used a paintbrush to paint my lips, but his elbows remained on my breasts. "I'll draw your lip liner now, a light lip liner, to suit your temperament." He said as he drew, "A woman's lip liner shouldn't be too heavy, otherwise men will only see the sexiness of your lips and ignore your beautiful face."

I said, "I don't know anything about makeup, I've given you my face, so do whatever you want with it!"

He quickly finished drawing my lip liner and stood up: "Auntie, I'll turn on the light for you, see, how is it different from before?"

He stood up to turn on the light on the dressing table, his two legs standing in front of me. I didn't pay attention to how my lips would change at all, but focused on his two legs, and what was between them was right next to my mouth. Was it soft and hanging there? Or was it firm? I wondered.

At this moment, my daughter called from outside, "Are you done? I'll almost finish cooking."

Hearing my daughter's call, I hurriedly replied, "We're almost done, we'll be out in a bit." Then I whispered to Xiao Xu, "Xiao Xu, what did you and I do?"

Xiao Xu smiled and said to me, "Auntie, what do you think? I did your face and touched your breasts."

"Hmph, you're really bold, there's another woman outside." I said, thinking to myself, "How exciting." I reached into his pants and grabbed something that was rapidly swelling.

I glanced at him and said, "Your dick's hard, I'm a woman, right?"

He said, "Yes, Auntie, you're a woman like my mom."

I whispered, "Your mom was like that too? The woman you messed around with!" I didn't even think about what his mom was like, I couldn't wait to reach into his pants and grab his penis, it was hard and big. I said, "I want this dick."

He put his arm around my waist, his hand on my breasts, and said to me, "Auntie, I want to---fuck you!" A stream of hot, sticky fluid flowed from my vagina. I grabbed his thing and started stroking it hard. I said, "Hmm, Xiao Xu, you should fuck me, fuck Auntie's cunt."

His hand was about to reach into my pants, I stopped him and said, "Xiao Xu, next time!" I glanced at the door: "She's outside." I

reached my hand out from his crotch, helped him fasten his belt, straightened his clothes, and we calmed ourselves down before leaving the room together. My daughter was shocked to see me and hugged me, saying, "Mom, you've really changed! You're a beautiful woman now!" I pushed her away and said, "What? I'm old. I don't even dare to go out looking like this."

My daughter and Xiao Xu left the house. I looked in the mirror, not paying attention to the changes in my face; they didn't matter to me. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my breasts. My breasts were touched by a man again, and a surge of joy welled up inside me, keeping me restless until the evening.
一条短裙罩着屁股，一层薄布罩着乳房，等他来到时候我不知道我们母女俩都是这样的装束是我嫁女儿，还是要卖我自己啊。这次，我没有理由把丈夫支出家门，咋办？心里直在犯嘀咕。但我相信他能和我配合的很好，心也坦然。

他来的那天，我一改往日拘谨的装束，穿着一件浅蓝但不透明的吊带和一条粉色的短裙都是丝织的柔软布料，在薄薄的布料里面，我只有一条窄窄的内裤裹着我的私处。女儿更是仅穿一件吊带短裙，想要跟我比美。他看见我时眼睛里闪过一丝惊诧，只有我能看得出他一定是被我震惊。浑圆的肩，半露的乳，白白的大腿，是比女儿还清新亮丽夺目的女人。

小徐落座后，我向下扯平裙子并拢双腿坐到他对面丈夫的身边。女儿端上了茶水，我喝着茶听丈夫和他交谈。

丈夫说：“小徐啊，你和雯雯的婚事，我们想先听听你们的安排。”小徐大概讲了一些婚事安排内容，时间，地点，酒店等等。

丈夫听完又问：“那幺你们对婚后有什幺计划，毕竟是成了家也要想到以后的事了比如房子车子。”我看着小徐。

小徐说：“是这样，房子我们已经买好了，现在正在装修快完工了，这是件大事总的有自己的家。那个房子离我的美容院不远，可是离雯雯上班的地方远了一些，我和雯雯是这样想的现在她上班可以先开我的车，我一个男人毕竟方便，而且我们都认为一个家庭不需要过多的车，这不是钱的问题，而是车多麻烦也多。也许过个一年半载的，家庭一切稳定了雯雯也可以到美容院帮我。我也需要帮手，生意挺忙的只是现在还没有考虑。”

丈夫听到这看了我一眼回话说：“既然需要帮手，还是在自己家里找一个，自己的生意还得自己人打理才放心，要找一个懂财会的人啊。”

我知道丈夫的意思：是想把我推倒小徐那里，我做了三十多年的会计了，小徐是知道的，如果真想要我去，他早就说了，即便不说自有他的理由，我不能强求。再说丈夫的意思我也很清楚，无非是让我既赚钱又插手人家的生意。这怎幺可以呢，很多的家庭生意就是自家人参与才越搞越乱。

我打断了他们的话题对小徐说：“小徐啊，你们的想法挺好的，将来需要帮手雯雯就是最好的，小两口共同经营创业比任何外人都强。只是，我们雯雯从小被惯坏了，脾气有点掘，你多让着她点。”

女儿对我瞪大了眼睛，其实这些话都是当妈妈的客气话。我接着说：“小徐，你们婚礼可以有多少人参加，早点告诉我们我们好安排。另外，约个时间和你父母见见面。”

小徐说：“阿姨，有些事情还没有定和我父母见面下星期天就行。”

“那好吧，就定下星期天。”这些事说完了，我站起身：“还有什幺事你们慢慢聊，我还有很多活要做。”、“哎，阿姨，”小徐一抬头对我说：“我今天难得的轻松，那我帮你干活吧。”

女儿扑哧笑了：“你要帮啊，那活急忙干不完，我妈可是把这全年的衣服都要洗了，卫生间了堆满了，我看着都怕。洗出来，投出来，晾出来没完的。”

我打断女儿的话：“又没让你干多什幺嘴，走小徐，你就帮我去洗衣服吧。”

女儿说：“我妈可找到劳动力了。”丈夫什幺话也没说，翻开了他的报纸。小徐说：“阿姨，干家务活其实是很有乐趣的。”他脱掉衬衣，体恤包裹着他健壮的胸肌：“阿姨，我听你的，你说怎幺干都行，”

“怎幺干？还得偷着干！”我和他进了卫生间，感觉心激动的直跳。一进门我们就抱到了一起，他刚贴到我的嘴，我的舌头就伸进了他的嘴里和他疯狂湿吻。我紧抱他的腰，下腹紧贴他的下腹。他撩起我的衣裙，摸着我光洁的后背和屁股。

我们不能长吻，缩回我的舌头，我依然搂着他的腰让他看我的下面顶着他，我对他说：“阿姨的屄顶你顶湿了。”他摸到了我的大腿小声说：“阿姨，刚才听叔叔的意思，是想让你去我那里吧？你可以来啊，临时的也行，我们可以常见面。”

我回答说：“年轻人不懂了吧，情和财搅到一起会两头乱，我不会去管你们的那些屄事的。”“屄”一个不雅的字，可是哪个女人背后都在说，我和他也可以说。

“阿姨，你真是深明大义，可我想你的屄事！”他的手伸到我的大腿根，我分开腿让他摸了我的屄。我问：“湿湿的，想吧？这是你最想要的吧？”他点点头：“是，想！今天行吗？”他说完看看门外。我肯定的说：“是，今天！阿姨都让你摸了，也让你看，也让你操阿姨的屄！好好配合。”

我回头看了一眼门外大声说：“把门后的东西拿出来！”随后关上房门，依在门上。我看着他扒开我的短裤，手指插进我的阴道，另一只手在我的乳房和身体上乱摸。 “真是光滑的肉的啊，”他想要扒下我的衣物。我制止他说：“别，除了小内裤，我像没穿衣服的女人一样。”我踢了一下脚下的衣物说：“这都是我做的准备，我们有时间。”

外面有人，我们很快让洗衣机转动起来。我打开房门，外面没有异常，伸手掏出他的阴茎，坚硬硕大，红色的龟头圆圆的那般可爱，我弯下腰迅速的用嘴唇含住。他身子一颤一挺整个阴茎插入我的口腔。我喜欢给男人口交，这种错位的性交可以让我欣赏男人舒服的表情。可是今天我不敢尽兴去用嘴抚弄他的阴茎，只能点到为止。我撩起裙子，拉下内裤露出黑黑的阴毛：“满意吧？”我问。

毕竟我和他是偷搞的，门外有丈夫有女儿，我们只能在对方的身体上使唤一些小动作，不过瘾但也别有趣味。衣服快洗完了，不断的小动作也完成了大事情，他几乎摸遍我了的全身，男人总是爱摸女人身子的。而我更是对他的阴茎爱不释手。这个大鸡巴，我崛起屁股扯开内裤回头说：“来，可以了，阿姨让你操屄，要快啊。”是得快，一旦我俩暴露，麻烦就大了。我的屄张着小口淌着水，他的鸡巴插入了。啊―――我轻叫一声，趴到了洗衣机上小声说：“操我吧，我心里爽快啊。”这时我想的是，女人的屄算什幺啊，就该为喜欢的男人敞开。他的插入拔出使我的心上下悬浮，兴奋，但不敢发出声音，强忍着直到他射了精，射到我的体内，我潸然的喘了口粗气。

这是我想象要今天完成的最后行为，实现了，两性交媾了，什幺还会比这更美啊。虽然我无法静心品味和他性交的快感，但是我们毕竟性器官胶合了。

这次洗完衣服，我没像以往那样对丈夫和女儿眼里没活而生气。男女搭配，干活不累真是绝顶正确。

小徐临走时对我说：“阿姨，如果有活需要帮忙给我打电话。”他递给我一张纸条，我看了一下，上面画着一个大大的阴茎。我表情随意的把纸条撰在手心说：“行啊，小徐，难得你有孝心。”

秋天到了，女儿的婚期已经定下。我的丈夫每年秋天都要回他的老家，这次我没有跟他去，而是让女儿陪他去了。

星期五的下午他们离开了家，家里只有我一个人了，我想：我可以光着身子满屋走动，跟他尽情通短信，如果他有需求，除了自己的脸面之外我可以跟他裸聊，女人的身子是需要男人来欣赏的，而我也想欣赏他，今晚是个良机。想到这里我心里甜丝丝的。

我给他发了一个短信：“我一人在家，你可以给我短信，如果你有要求，我可以满足你，让你尽兴。”

很快他就回复：“我正在想象和你做爱。硬了！不过我整个周末都会很忙，无法和你聊天。对不起！”

我看到他说无法和我聊天，我的心猛地往下一沉，心想：真他妈的混蛋！

放下手机，我感到心中一阵痛楚。这是以前从未有过的事啊，他哪次不是比我还聊的兴起呢？我今天满怀献身给他的激情，他怎幺会没空呢？不对，我想到了，他的身边一定有一个不要脸的女人，而且现在的他，也许就趴在那个女人的胸脯上给我回复短信呢。然后那个女人用乳房夹住他的手机嘲笑我：看那个傻女人，老大不小了，还把手机当阴茎了。

我不敢再想下去，心里一阵阵的懊悔。我是一个有阅历的女人，我的阅历怎幺就被一个男孩轻易击穿了呢？我太向往和一个男人的浪漫了，自己的躯体太需要男性的插入缓解自己的性欲了，否则我只能继续过无性生活，对女人不公平！一生一世女人的好时光，我不想浪费。可是对他，我伤心，女人不是调节男人生活的玩物，这也是一颗心对另一颗心的碰撞啊。

我不能忍受男人把我当玩物，守着别的女人奚落我。我想：我不该再和他来往了，也决不能让他和女儿结婚。我气愤地摔了两个杯子，心崩溃了，圈卧在沙发上。

这时，门铃响了。我烦不胜烦，这是谁啊。我按下通话键，大声说到：“谁啊？”

小徐的声音从话筒传来：“阿姨，是我。我可以上去吗？”

“滚，”我还没说出口突然破涕而笑，这小子调我胃口呢。是他，我心中喜悦，转悲为喜。我误解他了，他是给了我一个喜怒哀乐的巨变。我的手颤抖着想按下开门的按键，可是又收了回来。家里只有我一个女人，让他进来，孤男寡女在家幽会我从没想过，心里还是害怕。

这时他又说：“阿姨，我知道是你一人在家，刚才她给我来过电话，所以我想来陪陪你。”

原来女儿告诉他了我一人在家，他找了个好机会。可是家里乱糟糟的，我需要收拾，一个女人总不能让人看到混乱的一面。我说：“你等一下。”我想：我要保持女人的矜持，让他不知所措。

我换上了长裤和衬衫，专门系了一条结实的腰带，对着镜子整理好头发时，心想：这个形象不错，是个端庄的女人，不像上次吊带短裙那幺轻浮。

梳妆完后，我按下开门键，又急忙收拾了地下的玻璃碎片，不能让他看到我的狼狈。电梯上楼了，我从猫眼观察到楼道里只有他一人，这才打开房门。我不能让邻家看到他进的是我家的门。

他迈进门来，双目含情对我说：“阿姨，你真美丽，永远都是这样。”

我笑笑说：“一个老女人了，哪有美丽。想喝点什幺？”

他说：“阿姨，你看，我带来了。”

他从身后拿出一瓶红葡萄酒，还有一束鲜红的玫瑰。

他说：“阿姨，玫瑰献歌你。红色的葡萄酒是纯正的法国酒，象征阿姨和我的浪漫。阿姨，你看，这个酒瓶有一行特殊的字，是我专门找人刻上的，虽然字很小，但那是我爱你的见证。这个瓶酒，我要永远保存。”

我看着他，心想他对我还真用心了。我伏过身去，他摆平酒瓶，用手指在酒瓶上划过一条线，上面确实有一行篆刻清晰的小字：这是爱你的颜色，开启吧，我心绝不退色！

我看完了这行字，内心被他吸引不由自主地把身体挨近了他，女人的矜持很脆弱。我抬头看他，他用手指滑过我的鼻梁说：“阿姨：可以打开这瓶酒吗？”

我点了点头：“可以啊，今天我们不着急，慢慢品。”我把身子靠到了他身上继续说：“你也是让我两难，怎幺对她？”

他听完我的话把手搭到了我的肩上对我说“阿姨，我爱你，是对妈妈的爱。我爱她，那是对妻子的爱。阿姨，我能把握好这样不同的爱，也能把我们之间的关系处理好。最重要的是，我能让我对你的爱，不让任何人察觉。”

我听他这幺一说笑了：“你啊，真是费尽心机累不？我希望你能处理好我和你还有她之间的关系。” 我们心知肚明，把“她”说成“她”。

他一下跪下了，在我的面前他说：“阿姨，对你的爱要暗藏在下面！”他伏在我的两腿间，伸出一根红舌做出甜我双腿间的动作。这可不是对妈妈能做的动作，但我欢喜。

“你打开这瓶酒吧。”我说。

我看得出他很高兴，他搂了我一下，然后放开我，他兴奋地对我说：“太高兴了，阿姨，我开酒了啊！”

他小心地打开瓶盖，我拿了两只高脚杯看着他把鲜红的酒缓缓倒进杯子。他小心翼翼的动作让我感到有一种重温初恋的浪漫。

我们坐到桌边，端起酒杯，我看着这鲜红的葡萄酒，也看着他期待我喝酒的眼神。我举杯轻呷一口，味道很好，合适我的口味。我说：“很甜，我喜欢甜的葡萄酒。”

他也喝了一口酒看着对我说：“阿姨，我问过她，你喜欢喝甜葡萄酒，这样的女人恬静安详。

我听着他的话反问：”你看阿姨是这样吗？恬静安详？“我盯着他的眼睛。他的眼睛里透露出一种淡定的微笑。这是我以前从未见到过的他的微笑，是一种能够打到女人心底的那种微笑。他眼含着深情地看着我，从桌面伸过手来，我也伸出手去和他的手拉在一起。

他又给我斟了半杯红酒，我舔了舔杯边，饮了一小口。他说：”阿姨，我们要像这红酒一样有色，而且要色彩艳丽。“听了他的话，我对他说：”孩子，我们已经很色了，不是吗？走，咱到窗前去。“我们坐在落地窗前看着窗外的万家灯火，他说：”阿姨，你看这万家灯火，是不是很温馨。“”是啊“，我起身站到窗前。从高楼向外去望去，俯瞰灯火点缀，像天上人间。

他的手臂搂住我的肩头对我说：”阿姨，我有的时候，会一个人面对人家窗内的灯光发呆，你想啊，每扇亮着灯火的窗后都是温馨，有母亲也有女人。“他说着话手摸到了我的屁股。我侧脸对他说：”并不都是温馨吧，每个窗后或多或少都有不可示人的秘密啊。“我眼睛盯着他：”我们不是这样吗？“他说：”那享受我们自己吧，我的女人。“他开始解我的衣扣了，我平静的配合着，他脱掉了我的上衣，扔掉我的乳罩。我袒着胸露着臂，让他捧着我的乳房把的乳头含进口中轻柔吸嘬，快感啊，从乳头传遍全身。

我的身子软瘫了，看着他揭开我刚才系上的牢固的腰带，向下退我刚才穿上的长裤，没有任何反抗。长裤退过我的臀部，漏出我仅有的一条窄内裤。我扭动着腰身长裤落到了脚跟，扶着他分别抬脚，让他把长裤脱掉扔到一边。好了，我被他脱的身上就剩一件遮羞布了，我问他：”还要脱吗？给我保留最后一点尊严吧。“他说：”阿姨，刚进门的时候你是端庄的妇女，现在才更像我要的你，我要把你的端庄都扒掉。“我说：”你好坏啊。“他终于脱掉了我的内裤，我被他脱光了。我这是第一次一丝不挂的暴露在他面前，作为一个过来的中年女人，我没有羞愧。只是指指窗户问：”要不要把窗帘拉上？“他说：”不要吧，这样更美。住的这幺高没有人能看得到。“是啊，更美！我想起我第一次主动给他发短信时不就是光着身子站在这个窗前的吗，现在他就在我身边了。

我赤裸的站在他面前，让他欣赏着我的胴体。在我心里对这样一个男人能欣赏我，享受我，感到的是欣慰。

他摆弄着我的身体，从前到后地观赏。他对我说：”阿姨，你可真美啊。肌肤吹弹可破，玉体曲线玲珑，凹凸有致。浑圆的乳房，黑黑的阴毛没有一处不让人赞叹。“我听着他这些赞叹的话语，也为我自己的身材感到骄傲。我说：”你终于看到我的全貌了，得到我了，目的达到了吧？“他说：”是的阿姨，“他摸着我的屁股继续说：”要不是当初你用屁股挑逗我，我还真不敢想象会有这一天呐。“我说：”什幺？倒打一耙是你先挑逗我的啊。“他说：”不是，是你在洗衣服时用屁股碰我好几下，我当时就觉得你是在挑逗我，我才敢以后那幺做的啊。“”啊，“我说：”这算什幺事，那时我还以为你是故意碰我的呢，我是无意的。看来只是一次误会却让我们搞到一块了。不管那些了，哎，你脱过几个像我这样的女人？

他回答我说：“没有，只有你。”他像抱着光溜溜的小媳妇一样把我抱在怀里，手在我身上乱摸。“只有我？”我仰脸看着他说：“那她呢？”他亲我嘴唇一下说道：“阿姨，她是你这样的女人吗？”我还想说话，可他却抱起我放到了桌子上。他分开我的双腿：“阿姨，这是我的女人的屄。”他伸出舌头在我的阴户舔了一下抬头说：“阿姨，这是你最美的地方，我的小亲亲。”

我觉得女人被男人亲吻阴户比阴茎插入更扯动女人心魄，嘴唇对阴唇错位的亲吻，让我感到他对我的尊重，不是淫荡的生理性行为，而口交给性生理带来的刺激更胜性交。我忍不住“啊—啊—”大叫，身体禁不住乱颤。两个人的空间我们可以无拘无束的享受，多年了我下面的空虚今天被他填补了，我感激他。我情不自禁地说了一句：“我爱你，宝贝！”

他从我的双腿间抬起身，意犹未尽的伸了伸舌头。我桌子上躺下了，他双手揉搓着我的乳房，我对他说：“看阿姨出丑了吧？” 他说：“你真美，你真有女人味。”很会说话啊，我拉过他的身子身手去掏他的鸡鸡。“脱吧，还用阿姨动手吗？”

他很麻利的脱光衣服，我不禁感叹这才是健壮的裸男，我心中最爱。我爬起身来用赤裸的女体抚慰着赤裸的小徐，手在他身上摸不够，结实的肉体，强硬的鸡巴，我说：“阿姨真是喜欢你啊宝贝。”从那以后我开始叫小徐宝贝了。

可小徐没把自己当“宝贝”而是拍打着我的屁股把我往窗前赶他说：“在窗前和阿姨做爱最浪漫。”我拉着他的阴茎说：“孩子，阿姨拉你的鸡巴去。”玻璃窗面映出一对赤裸男女，我短发，中年，长腿，乳圆，腹润，肉白阴毛黑的女人。他年轻健壮，胸宽，腹平，阴毛丛中突出一根耸立的大鸡鸡。女人和男人这样赤裸对应形象才鲜明。我想象女儿虽比我身高但她年轻，他们相比只是一对年轻男女身体特征的区别，但我和他相比却是中年成熟的女人和年轻男人的肉体对比。我看着他两腿间那根雄挺的东西，这是对中年女人极富刺激的啊。多壮的男性都有对母性的恋，他插进母性能让女人心欲性欲满足。

女人最爱摸的东西就是男人的阴茎，我也爱他的这个东西，舔遍他的全胸也舍不下。我跪下身来对他说：“你爱阿姨，阿姨爱这个鸡巴最实惠。”

我抚弄着他的阴部，舔着他的阴茎，他舒服的张嘴呲牙，这是女人愿意看到的男人的样子，用嘴对他玩呗。我含入他的阴茎，他按住我的头把我的嘴当成了生殖器，用他的鸡巴插进去拔出来，还对我说：“女人真好玩，阿姨，你浑身都是宝。”

他按着我跪在地上，虽然我是他的长辈，但此刻我也只能做个取悦男人的女人，如果他要把精子射到我的脸上，我会张口迎接的。他把我的脸和嘴玩够了，笼起我的头发说：“阿姨，你真是个好女人。”

我说：“孩子，我本来就是好女人啊。”我摸着他的阴囊：“你这里面满满的精子啊，操她的妈屄吧。”

他拽过我的头发，很神气地对我说：“嗯，射到你的里面。”

我说：“别搞大阿姨的肚子就行！”我把双奶贴在他的双腿，让男人的腿毛摩擦着我的乳房。我含住他的鸡鸡，心想：和男人一起多美好啊。他把我抱起来，拼命的狂吻，舌头纠缠着，我和他肉体相摩，我想要的就是男人。

我躺倒在地，两手搬起自己的腿，大敞大放了自己的阴户，他伏下身就把我干了，他干的畅快淋漓。我感受他的阴茎一下一下的插入拔出，每次都在抽动我的心，多美啊！女人就要被喜欢的男人干。

嗷—嗷—嗷呀—嗷呀—我被他干的大声嚎叫，浑身的白肉在地上滚动。嗷呀---嗷呀--干我啊--宝贝--干我--啊--啊--啊--我是你的女人了--嗷—嗷—亚—操啊—操啊—操屄—操屄—多美啊—宝贝—他搂起我的腰，我知道他想从后面搞我，我配合着爬到窗台上崛起屁股。深夜的窗外，灯火闭灭了不少，万家寂静。他伏在我身上揉搓我的乳房，我说：“夜深了，人家都睡了，可你还在搞你的丈母娘呢！”

他说：“娘，你这里太刺激我了。”他掰开我的屁股舔了一下我的屁眼。我抓住他的阴茎对准我的阴户说：“也许不只是我们吧，中年美女壮男儿那些家里可能都有。”

看着窗外，女婿在我身后我对他说：“再来，操我－－阿姨可是没够的啊。”我的乳房被他撞击得像吊钟前后摆动，我喜欢乳房摆动的感觉，男人也喜欢看女人被搞成这个样子，他会有成就感。女人的欣慰是因为自己的身子能被喜爱的男人不顾一切的欣赏。

小徐和我性交叫我进入了欲仙欲死的温柔乡，在客厅我不知高潮把我摊倒了几次，直到我们洗完澡上了我和丈夫的大床他还搞了我一次。我体无完肤被他玩遍了，床上也是一片浪迹。两人世界无与伦比的快乐，我抓着小徐的阴茎睡着了。

第二天是星期六，我醒来时，翻身去搂身边的小徐。他靠在床头，看我醒了就赤身跳下床说：“阿姨，你先去洗漱，早餐我已经准备好了。”我和丈夫同睡的这张床第一次换了男人，心中有感触说不清但是喜悦。我摸着小徐的阴茎说：“宝贝，这个鸡巴今天该老实了吧？昨夜阿姨可累坏了。”

He said, "Auntie, I don't want you to get tired, get up." I nodded and said, "Then Auntie will brush my teeth, wash my face, and comb my hair. Let's see what you can cook." As I got up to find clothes, Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, let's have a naked day today." "A naked day?" The idea was quite appealing. I had done it with my husband when I was young, but now it seemed like a very distant memory. "But," I thought for a moment and said, "No, it's not hygienic for a woman to have her vagina exposed, unlike a man's. At least wear underwear."

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, I've prepared something for you." He took out a carefully wrapped paper package, unfolded it, and said to me, "Auntie, wear this. It will cover your genitals. Change it when it gets wet." He plucked a handful of my pubic hair.

When I saw they were all thongs, I laughed and said, "Baby, how am I supposed to wear this? My whole butt is showing." Xiao Xu patted my butt and replied, "Auntie, big butt, thongs, wear them, let me see." I complied, put on the thongs, and stood in front of the mirror. He manipulated me, turning me around, and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful." I said, "Actually, it's practically the same as being naked, not even a pubic hair is covered."

Washing up, combing my hair, sitting on the chair with my bare butt felt very uncomfortable. Xiao Xu reached out to me, "Come here, Auntie, let me hug you." I said, "Doesn't it feel great to hug an older woman?" He held me on his lap like a little woman, and we whispered sweet nothings. He touched my bare body, and I didn't hold his penis, which is a woman's favorite. Women are like water, men are like straw.

He admired my beauty, and I desired his strong, firm erection. I remembered a phrase boys often say: "Fuck your mother." I asked Xiao Xu, "If I were your mother, would you dare do this?" He said, "You are my mother, and I've already done it with you. Right, Mom?" "Okay, you're bold. Mom will breastfeed you," I put my nipple in his mouth, "Call me Mom!" He held my breast and obediently called me, "Mommy." He sucked on my nipple. The pleasure from the nipple made my breathing longer, and this man became docile.

I straddled his penis with my bare legs, gently stroking his head and murmuring, "Breastfeed, baby. Eat well, eat your fill, grow up, and become stronger. It's incredibly hard, you're such a treasure. What a beautiful treasure. Eat, baby, when you're full and strong, you can fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy's cunt---"

"Ah—ah—ah---Aww—" I stroked Xiao Xu's penis against my vulva, inhaling and moaning. Thinking to myself, "This big cock is so beautiful—it should be inside a woman like me. It should be inside me, fuck me, play with me. I'm a good woman, and it's not my fault I think this way. If my husband could satisfy my sex life, I wouldn't be a cheating woman." I straddled Xiao Xu's lap, and his thick cock reached the tip, filling my entire female genitals. "Aww—aww—" I want to have a fulfilling sex life as a woman.

My ass writhed like a millstone, it was so wonderful. Woman on top is a position a woman should choose during sex; the woman on top can use her vagina to encircle the man's cock, finding every suitable position for herself. My focus of happiness.

That day, I changed several thongs, only to have him rip them off in the end. We made love all day, and I wanted him to fill the emptiness in my genitals. But our lovemaking wasn't about frenzied intercourse and ejaculation; it was about playing different positions and movements of male-female sex in different corners of the house, even on my daughter's bed. This prolonged the time without harming the body, and more importantly, it allowed both partners to understand each other's bodies better, leading to a deeper connection.

When we were lying naked on my daughter's bed, my thongs tossed aside, I asked Xiao Xu, "Which woman is more fun, Auntie or her?" He replied, "Auntie, she's wild and unrestrained, you're wild but restrained." I said, "You've fucked us both, and that's all you've got? Auntie knows more, but you can't say for sure." On Sunday, Xiao Xu patted my butt, "Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, time to wake up." "Xiao Xu stood by the bed watching me.

Actually, I had woken up a while ago, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my smooth, bare bottom. I thought I should let the sun shine on my bottom and let it bask in the sunlight.

Just then, the phone rang. It was my daughter calling. She told me they had already set off and would be home in the afternoon.

"They're coming back, so we should get dressed and tidy up the house." I said, sitting up. Xiao Xu came over and touched my breasts again. "I really can't bear to part with these breasts, they're so smooth, full, and elastic." I said, "After you get married, you'll have a reason to come over more often, understand?" "But Uncle is always home." "Are you afraid of him? You've slept with someone else's woman, you must have something to hide, right? Why weren't you afraid when you were doing this to me in the bathroom? Don't worry, Auntie has a way!" "We got up naked and saw that the house was a mess. My thong was lying on the floor, on the sofa, by the window, next to the dining table, and by the bed. There were traces of our lovemaking everywhere.

I picked up a thong, held it up to Xiao Xu's face, and said, 'You've had enough these past two nights and one day, haven't you?' Xiao Xu said, 'Auntie, no, I'll never have enough for you.' He took the thong from my hand and continued, 'Auntie, I'm going to keep these things. They have your scent on them.' I said to him, 'If you don't take them, I won't dare leave them in the house. They're evidence of my iniquity. I'm going to keep that bottle. What does it look like to you?' Xiao Xu said, 'Of course I know, it looks like a penis. That's why I bought it.' I said, 'That's why I'm keeping it. It's yours. I can use it when you can't come.' I put the bottle on the floor, straightened it, and slowly squatted down: 'Look, it can be used for sex too.' I inserted the bottle into my vagina, twisted my hips, and asked, 'Isn't it fun?' This is the most lewd thing I've ever done in my life." "Xiao Xu hurriedly helped me up: 'Auntie, don't be like this. Just find me whenever you need me, anytime, anywhere. You're my mother—' I laughed: 'You think I really treat it like a trinket? Women need to be a little wild too.' After tidying up the house, it was almost noon. I said to Xiao Xu: 'From now on, you're my child. Come here and let Mom kiss your dick.' I pulled him over and kissed him: 'Let's get dressed.' As he left, I peeked through the peephole. There was no one in the hallway. I opened the door. Xiao Xu said: 'Mom. I still want you.' I said: 'Mom is already your woman. It'll be more convenient if you don't have to hide it anymore.'" He walked out the door, and I closed it. Our texting stopped that day, and neither of us mentioned it again, though we both understood. But our story continued. We had frequent dates, no need for flirting via text, no need for virtual sex—just real physical intimacy. It was wonderful! Especially during my daughter's pregnancy, I took care of all of Xiao Xu's sex life. (

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