Dialogue between mother and son

"What's wrong with the child today? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Yan Fang anxiously stared at the square
black clock with white , her mind racing with these thoughts. This was the fifth time she had looked at the clock.

She had already prepared dinner long ago; a modest meal was laid out on
a small square table near the balcony in the living room, which also served as the dining room.

Today was her son Yan Bing's sixth birthday, and his thirtieth day at the No. 1 Experimental Primary School in the city.

She had originally planned to order a three-dish-and-soup meal from the "home-style restaurant" not far to the right of her downstairs to
celebrate her son's birthday, but after thinking about it for a long time, she decided against it. She figured tomorrow was Saturday, and she wouldn't be
working, so she'd rather cook a "birthday feast" for her son herself, especially since it would only cost less than half the price of a restaurant meal.

"Did something happen to Bing'er? He's never been late even once in the month since he started primary school
!" Yan Fang saw that the white hour hand was pointing to past six o'clock, and the minute hand to twenty-five. Her son
gets out of school at five o'clock, and he usually gets home by 5:25, or at the latest 5:30.
Today he's an hour late.

Ten minutes later, Yan Fang couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed her
coat, which she'd worn for years and never wanted to throw away, from her bag and rushed to the door.

She had just opened the door when her son, dirty and with several bruises on his face, bumped into
her .

"Bing'er, what happened to you?" Yan Fang hugged her son tightly,
not caring how dirty he was. "Bing'er, who bullied you? Tell Mommy, and Mommy will
go find the teacher right now."

"Mom..." Yan Bing cried loudly in his mother's arms.

Just now, when he was fighting with the chubby boy downstairs and his two "accomplices," he had been so brave
and strong, even when the three of them pinned him down, he hadn't cried out, screamed, or begged for
mercy . But now, in his mother's warm embrace, he was crying loudly.

After the mother and son hugged each other for a while, Yan Fang looked at her son seriously again: "Bing'er, did
the chubby boy downstairs bully you again?"

"Mom, who is my dad?" Yan Bing didn't answer his mother's question, but asked the
question he had asked countless times, "Mom, didn't you say Dad was coming back soon? When is he coming back, Mom..."

"Bing'er, why are you asking this question again? Didn't I tell you that your dad has a special job?
Maybe he can come to see us when you're in middle school."

"Mom, you said that my dad would come to see us when I was in elementary school. Why are you saying he won't
come until I'm in middle school?"

Yan Fang let go of her son's arms, not answering his question. She didn't know how to answer
it . She picked up a basin, poured some hot water from the thermos, added a little cold water,
tested the water temperature with her fair fingers from time to time, and then held it up to her son.

"Bing'er, come here, let Mom help you wash up."

"Mom—do I not have a father? Little Fatty called me a bastard."

"So, you fought with him?" Yan Fang
said to her son while washing the dirt and bruises off his head and face. "How many times have I told you not to fight with others at school? How could you
forget again?"

"Mom, Little Fatty insulted me like that, I couldn't stand it, so I fought with him..."

"Bing'er, don't say anymore. Remember what Mom said, at school, you only need to study. Only if you study well will you
be successful in the future, and others won't bully you anymore."

"But..."

"Alright, Mom won't blame you this time. Are you hungry? Let's go eat." Yan Fang took her son's hand and walked towards
the dining table .

"Mom, why are there so many of my favorite dishes? There's even braised pork ribs. Mom, what day is it today
?" As soon as he saw his favorite braised pork ribs, Yan Bing immediately forgot about the unpleasantness of the day.

"Today is my good son's birthday." Seeing her son's happy face, Yan Fang kissed his tender
face .

"Mom, you're so good to me!" Yan Bing returned the gesture with a smile on his mother's delicate face.

After dinner, the mother and son cleaned up the dishes together. After finishing, Yan Fang, as usual, held her son
in her arms and watched TV together.

Yan Bing occasionally touched his mother's large breasts with his little hands.

Before ten o'clock, the mother and son went to bed together.

Yan Fang's apartment only had two bedrooms and a balcony. Half of the balcony had been converted into a kitchen, and the other half was
a bathroom . Therefore, Yan Fang and her son slept in the same room on the same bed.

The lights in the living room and bedroom were off, but the sounds of the mother and son talking could still be heard in the bedroom.

"Mom, I'm six years old today, so tomorrow is your twenty-fourth birthday."

"Yes, Bing'er."

"Mom, these two things of yours feel so good to touch."

"Do you like them?"

"Yes."

"If you like them, then touch them."

"Mom, you're so good."

"As long as Bing'er is good, Mom will let you touch them."

...

"Bing'er, your leg is pressing on me there."

"Mom, why is your thing down there different from Bing'er's?"

"Mom is a woman."

"Mom, Little Fatty said what we call our thing down there is a 'chicken,' is that right?"

"Yes and no. "

"Mom, Bing'er doesn't understand."

"Little chicken is a dialect term, it's a treasure unique to you men, the official name is 'penis,' we women do
n't have that thing."

"Then what do you women call it if it's not a little chicken?"

"We women call it a vulva."

"Vulva? I've never heard of that before, what's it called in the dialect?"

"It sounds awful, I'd rather not say it."

"Mom, tell me, don't you always tell me to ask if I don't understand? Why aren't you
answering now

that Bing'er is asking?" "Our dialect sounds bad, so most of us rarely use it. You're not allowed to use it either."

"Mom, you won't tell me, how can I explain? Mom, please tell Bing'er."

"Okay, Mom will tell you, but you can't say that word anymore."

"Okay, Bing'er will definitely listen to Mom."

"In our dialect, this is called... called..."

"Mom, what is it called?"

"It's called..."

"Mom, tell me quickly."

"In our dialect, this is called 'bi' (屄)."

"'Bi'? That sounds nice, like the 'pi' (批) that the homeroom teacher used to scold the chubby kid downstairs."

"What's so nice about it? You're not allowed to say it again." "

Okay, Mom, Bing'er promises not to say it again. Can I say it at home with Mom?"

"You're not allowed to say it either." "

Okay, Bing'er promises to listen to Mom. Bing'er promises not to say 'bi' again.

" "Why did you say it again..."

"Ouch... Mom, you're pinching me so hard."

"Who told you to say that nasty 'bi' again?

" "Mom, didn't you say that Bing'er was going to pinch you too..."

"Okay, Mom is willing to be punished... Ouch... Bing'er, be gentle."

...

"Mom, can I touch your genitals?"

"Bing'er wants to touch Mom's thigh, or little toe."

"Bing'er wants to touch Mom's... genitals."

"You men can't just touch a woman's private parts like that."

"Why?"

"People will say you're a pervert."

"I don't touch other people's, I touch Mommy's, can that be considered a pervert?"

"You're Mommy's son, you absolutely can't touch Mommy's private parts."

"Why? If I touch them, will people say I'm a big pervert?"

"Haha, right, Bing'er is so good, go to sleep."

"Mom... just let Bing'er touch it, others won't know, how could they call me a big pervert? Mommy
wouldn't call Bing'er that, would she?"

"Bing'er is Mommy's good son, Mommy wouldn't call Bing'er a big pervert."

"Then let Bing'er touch it, good Mommy, okay?"

"This..."

"Bing'er really wants to touch Mommy's vulva."

"You little devil, why?"

"I don't know why, I just want to touch it, maybe to compare the differences."

"Sigh, today is your birthday, Mommy will grant your wish."

"Mom, you're so good... Mommy, why do you have so much hair down there, why
don't I have ?"

"You're still small. When you grow up, you'll grow out like Mommy."

"Mom, why is there a hole down there? My little finger is all the way in!"

"Bing'er, don't go in, don't..."

"Mom, your hole is so wet."

"Ah, Bing'er, listen to me, don't go in."

"Mom, Bing'er will listen to you, Bing'er's little finger is out."

"You naughty boy, you're not allowed to go in again."

"Mom, why?"

"What do you know? Don't ask, go to sleep."

"Mom, what's this hole for?"

"What's it for? It's for giving birth to you."

"Bing'er doesn't understand."

"You, you were born from Mommy's hole."

"How could that be? Mommy, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"It's true, why would Mommy lie to you?"

"Then how could I, such a big person, come out of such a small hole like yours?"

"You, aren't you six years old already? When you were born, you were only about the size of a fist."

"Even if it were that big, I couldn't have been born."

"So, it hurt a lot when Mommy gave birth to you."

"Did you cry then, Mommy?"

"No, Mommy didn't cry. I just held it in, thinking about my lovely little baby about to be born."

"Was Daddy there with you then?" "Oh dear, why are you mentioning your daddy again? I already told you, your daddy left

before you were born ." "I miss Daddy, don't I? He's really something, how come he didn't even come to see me when I was in so much pain?" "Good boy, don't mention Daddy anymore, be good." "Okay, I won't say it again... Mom, what are these two little tender pieces of flesh on your body?" "Hey, you child, why do you keep asking questions?" "I don't know." " Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Go to sleep, it's getting late." "Mom, they look like the bottom of my little ears." "What bottom of ears? Those are a woman's labia minora... You little devil, Mommy fell for your trick." "Labia minora? I've never heard of them." "When you go to middle school, your teacher will tell you." "When I go to junior high school, will the teacher teach me by letting me touch her vulva, just like she does now?" "No one teaches like that. Even foreign countries aren't that open." "Then how will she teach me?" "There are charts. You'll have to study them carefully when you get there." "Then Mom, teach me now, and I'll know how to do it without the teacher." "Sigh, you're still too young. You won't understand even if I tell you. Go to sleep, okay? Be good, Mom is sleepy too." "Okay, Mom, Bing'er will listen to you... Mom, can you hold Bing'er while we sleep?" " Okay." ... Mother and son dialogue (II) Yan Fang was very happy today because she received another 1,000 yuan bonus. Although receiving wasn't much, it was still quite good for a nurse like her who only had a vocational nursing school diploma. This was the first time she had received such a high bonus. After receiving her bonus, Yan Fang went to the market and bought some groceries, including her son's favorite pork ribs. Today, she planned to cook his favorite dish—braised pork ribs. Carrying the groceries, Yan Fang's face beamed with undisguised joy, humming a little tune as she skipped and hopped home like a little girl. "Aunt Yan, what's making you so happy?" Little Fatty, who had just come out of the house to buy soy sauce, asked her from downstairs. She didn't answer Little Fatty's question but instead asked him, "Little Fatty, you're back! Has our Xiaobing come back yet?"

"I can't say for sure. I called him when I got home, and he was on the path in the schoolyard with his backpack
, looking like he was thinking about something," Xiao Pang said as he ran towards the small supermarket across the street. Yan

Fang opened the door and saw that her son's backpack wasn't on the table, knowing he hadn't come yet. So she put down the groceries she was carrying and went to another room in the house, which was her and her son's bedroom. She changed out of the coat she had worn from work and put on a pink coat that she cherished and only wore at home. It was a coat he had bought for her years ago. Wearing this coat, Yan Fang always felt an indescribable feeling, a feeling that made her so happy, a feeling that could eliminate the fatigue of a day's work, a feeling that could alleviate her pain and stress. Yan Fang then busied herself in the "kitchen" on the balcony, preparing the first dish she was going to make that evening, her son's favorite braised pork ribs. By the time she finished the last dish, it was already 6:30. "What's wrong with my son today? Why hasn't he come home yet? Didn't Xiaopang see him come out of the classroom with his backpack?" Yan Fang thought quietly, looking at the wall clock. This was the first time her son had come home late since starting junior high. It was 6:40, and Yan Fang finally couldn't help but change back into the coat she had worn when she came home. She thought: I have to go look for my son. At the same time, she kept muttering to herself: Please, nothing bad has happened. When she opened the door, she bumped into her son as he came in. Yan Fang pulled her son into the house, closed the door behind her, and then hugged him tightly. "Bing'er, why are you so late? You scared your mother!" Yan Bing didn't answer his mother's question, nor did he snuggle in her arms for a long time . Instead, he broke free from his mother's embrace, angrily threw his backpack on the table, rushed into his and his mother 's room, and threw himself onto the bed. Yan Fang didn't know what was wrong with her son either. She hurriedly went in and sat down beside him. "Bing'er, what's wrong ?" Yan Fang asked for a long time, but her son wouldn't answer her, leaving her completely baffled. "Bing'er , tell me, what's making you unhappy? Did some classmate bully you?" "Mom...you're lying." After a while, Yan Bing finally uttered these words softly. This confused Yan Fang even more. "Bing'er, when did Mom lie to you?" Yan Fang said , stroking her son's head. "Mom, why are you lying to me? What you said is completely wrong!" Yan Bing sat up on the bed and shifted his body, putting more distance between himself and his mother. "Bing'er, tell me, how did Mom lie to you?" Yan Fang leaned closer to her son, pulled his head into her arms, and stroked his face with her large breasts. This time, Yan Bing didn't reject his mother's caresses. From the moment he entered the house until now, he had seen his mother but hadn't been intimate with her—something that hadn't happened in a long time. Now, his mother's large breasts were comforting him , and his earlier thought of ignoring her after returning home had largely faded. "Mom, you said the teacher would say it, and even use a chart to illustrate it. I've been waiting for this day, and it finally happened today. But what the teacher said today disappointed me so much, so I think what you said before was a lie." Yan Bing said, rubbing his fair face against his mother's breasts while simultaneously slipping his left hand inside her braless bosom. "Bing'er, Mom doesn't understand what you're saying?" Yan Fang lowered her head and kissed her son. Her son's words were truly confusing and bewildering. What "chart"? What "what you said before"? She genuinely didn't understand. Yan Bing then used his right hand to explore his mother's inner thigh, stopping right there in that mysterious area. "It's about this place. I asked my mother to teach me, but she said the teacher would teach me when I went to junior high. She also said the teacher would use charts to teach us. She also told me not to touch a woman's private parts indiscriminately." At this point, Yan Bing pressed his middle finger against his mother's genitals. "I've always listened to my mother, waiting for this day, but today the teacher told us..." Yan Fang finally understood. This had happened seven years ago, and her son still remembered it. She blamed herself for being so careless. Hearing her son's words, she curiously interrupted him: "What did they tell you?" "What else could they tell us? They told us to learn on our own!" Yan Bing's face showed great grievance. How could he not feel wronged? Ever since that night when Yan Bing overheard his mother's words, he had been waiting for this day every day , waiting for the teacher to explain to him about women's vulvas, why women's genitals are different from men's, how he grew inside his mother, and how he came out of her little hole. But when the day finally came, the teacher told them to study on their own. Normally, he could study anything on his own, but this particular chapter of this subject was off-limits, especially for boys. " Haha..." Hearing this, Yan Fang couldn't help but laugh. "Hehe... Is that it? Mom thought Bing'er had suffered some great injustice." Yan Fang's heart finally settled down, because she knew her son hadn't caused trouble outside, hadn't fought with anyone, hadn't been criticized by the teacher, and hadn't done poorly on a test. It was because of something she had said to him seven years ago. Then she was a little puzzled. What era is this? It's 2000 , the 21st century! Are there still teachers who don't teach this section? " We'll have to ask their teacher." "Mom, what do you suggest? How am I supposed to learn this on my own?" Yan Bing looked at his mother with a questioning gaze. Yan Fang pulled her son to the dining table. "Come on, eat first. Since the teacher won't teach you, Mom will teach you after you finish eating… Bing'er, we have your favorite braised pork ribs today!" Yan Fang thought that since the teacher wouldn't teach, she, as his mother, had to. Besides, her child was already so old and still didn't know what a woman's genitals looked like—this was an oversight on her part as a nurse . If he was too eager to solve this mystery and made a mistake, wouldn't that be her fault? "Mom, after dinner, you really will teach me?" Yan Bing looked at his mother with some disbelief. "I will, Mom will definitely teach you."

Hearing his mother's affirmative answer, Yan Bing jumped for joy. He ate his meal with gusto,
finishing all the braised pork ribs on his plate. After the meal, Yan Bing helped his mother clear the table, occasionally
patting her full, plump buttocks. It was commonplace for Yan Bing to touch his mother's thighs,
though he only occasionally did so, and even those seemingly careful touches drew
a seemingly reproachful glare from his mother.

After clearing the table, Yan Bing stopped watching TV and pulled his mother into their private space.

In the cozy little room, their private conversations, only they could hear, played again, but this time
the lights weren't off; the bedside lamp, table lamp, and chandelier were all on.

"Mom, your skin is so white and smooth!"

"How can it compare to my 13-year-old 'good boy's' skin? My darling's skin is truly smooth and
delicate!"

"Mom, I'm not just flattering you, but your skin really doesn't look like that of a 31-year-old woman."

"Then how old does it look like?"

"Like a woman in her early twenties."

"You little rascal, have you ever touched a woman in her early twenties? You mustn't learn bad habits!"

"I haven't learned anything bad. I listen to Mom. I've only ever touched our homeroom teacher's (math teacher's) hand,
and she was the one who initiated it. That feeling isn't as good as touching Mom's hand now. Our homeroom teacher isn't
that old. Little Fatty downstairs said she's only 24!"

"Your homeroom teacher is quite pretty, isn't she?"

"Not nearly as pretty as my mom. I rarely even look at her in class, but Little Fatty talks about her like
a fairy ."

"You're not just saying nice things to please Mom, are you?"

"No way, Mom! Let's not talk about anything else, just look at your two big breasts. I can't get enough of touching them. Our
homeroom teacher 's are much smaller than yours, and she deliberately wears a huge bra. Even with that huge bra
, they're still a size smaller than mine. Mom, how come your breasts are so big and perky?"

"How should I know? They just like to grow this big. Don't you like big ones, Bing'er?"

"Mom, I love them so much!"

"Bing'er, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I'm sucking... wait, why isn't there any milk?"

"Silly boy, I weaned you when you were a little over a year old, and I stopped breastfeeding shortly after.
Now it's all gone, unless... unless..."

"Unless what, Mom, tell me!"

"Unless Mom has another baby, then Mom will have milk again."

"Then how can Mom have a baby?"

"You wouldn't know, you're still too young, your little penis hasn't even grown up yet!"

"Mom, my little penis isn't small anymore... look, how about it?"

"What do you mean 'whatever'? Mom says it's small, and it's small. It's at most ten
centimeters don't I know? You're too embarrassed to take this little thing out like that. You haven't even seen a monk's head yet. Put it away
!"

"Mom, what's a monk's head?"

"I told you you're too young, but you wouldn't listen. You'll know when you grow up. Are you going to learn or not? If not,
Mom 's going to sleep.

" "Mom, you're not going to go back on your word, are you? You promised Bing'er before dinner!"

"Then ask away, what's the question?"

"Mom, teach Bing'er about the 'upper' first."

"What do you mean by 'upper' and 'lower'? What does 'upper' mean?" "

'Upper' refers to Mom's lovely breasts!"

"Okay, then Mom will start teaching you from here... Women's breasts are generally hemispherical or
conical in shape. Generally speaking, a girl's breasts are smaller, while mature women, especially breastfeeding
women, have larger breasts. But a girl's breasts are firm, while a breastfeeding woman's breasts tend to
sag ."

"Why aren't Mom's breasts sagging at all?"

"I haven't breastfed for over ten years, and besides, your mother has a lot of methods for protecting breasts
."

"I noticed Xiaoli's chest on the first floor is flat. When will she grow up to be like her mother's?"

"A girl's breasts start to grow from thirteen or fourteen. Xiaoli is two months younger than you, so of course her breasts
are still small. But her mother really likes your Aunt Luo. Her breasts are comparable to your mother's
! I think Xiaoli's won't be any worse than her mother's when she grows up."

"Aunt Luo's breasts aren't as big as my mother's, and they're not as firm!"

"You don't know, your Aunt Luo only wears a thin bra, and sometimes she doesn't wear anything at home.
Of course, they look smaller than your mother's."

"No wonder! Yesterday when I was at Xiaoli's house discussing homework with her, I saw two protruding
things on Aunt Luo's chest."

"Those are women's nipples. Kid, what did you feel when you saw Aunt Luo's nipples?"

"I didn't feel anything!"

"I told you you're still too young, but you didn't believe me. If it were any other man, he'd have to go to the bathroom to
masturbate !"

"Mom, what does 'masturbate' mean?"

"Hey, you don't understand. Don't ask anymore, let's get down to business. Breasts are mainly
composed of glands, ducts, adipose tissue, and fibrous tissue. Their internal structure is like a small tree growing upside down. The mammary glands
consist of 15-20 lobes, each lobe is divided into several lobules, and each lobule is composed of 10-100 alveoli
. Hey, all of these are inside a woman's breast, you can't see them, and you wouldn't understand even if I explained. Let me tell you
what you can see."

"...That's the nipple. That protruding thing you see on Aunt Luo's chest is her nipple.
The is called the areola. Ideally, the distance between the two nipples should be between 22 and 26 centimeters. The breast should be slightly
upturned and about 8 to 10 centimeters thick. The areola should be no larger than a one-yuan coin, with a rosy pink color and a clear boundary with the breast
skin After marriage, pigmentation may turn it brown. The nipple should protrude, not invert, and be
one-third the diameter of the areola."

"If the ratio of chest circumference to height is between 0.5 and 0.53, it's considered a standard breast.
If it's between 0.53 and 0.6, it's considered an aesthetically pleasing breast. Less than 0.5 is too small, and
more than 0.6 is too large... Bing'er, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find tools to measure Mom's breasts!"

"You little rascal, you still don't believe your mother's breasts!"

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just want to know the exact numbers. Mom, don't move... Hmm, the distance between Mom's
two nipples is 24.3 cm. The areola is a little bit bigger than a one-yuan coin, just a little bit. Hey, these
nipples are hard to measure, if only I had calipers, I estimate the ratio is about one-third... Mom,
why are your nipples hard? Red?"

"If they weren't hard and red from all this fiddling around, there would be something wrong with Mom."

"Mom, get up for a second."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Measure Mom's bust and height!"

"You still don't have faith in your mother." "

Mom, no, Bing'er just wants to know the specific, accurate data. Height 168 cm, bust
94.6 cm... Mom, let me find a calculator to calculate... Mom, the ratio of your bust to height is
0.563095. Mom, your breasts are the aesthetically pleasing type!"

"Now you believe me, you little rascal?"

"Mom, our politics teacher said that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.
How can I learn if I don't practice it myself..."

"Alright, alright, that's enough for now. You've made me so uncomfortable." "

Why am I uncomfortable?" "You

little rascal, what do you know? Are you still going to learn or not?"

"Yes, of course I'll learn... Mom, I'm going to take off your underwear."

"...Take it off, how can I teach you if you don't?"

"...Wow, Mom, you have so much pubic hair, it's so beautiful!"

"This is called pubic hair. In a year or two, it will grow back too… Bing'er, come closer,
look carefully . What you see is called the vulva. It includes the mons pubis, labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, vestibule,
vestibular glands, vestibular bulbs, urethral opening, vaginal opening, and hymen.

Let me tell you about a few of the main ones. This is called the mons pubis. It's right here, the raised
part in front of the pubic symphysis, made of skin and a thick layer of fat. Before the age of thirteen or fourteen, it's completely bare. Around
fourteen or fifteen, pubic hair starts to grow on this skin, distributed in a downward-pointing
triangle . Of course, some women don't grow hair here at all; this is what people often call a 'white tiger
.' Your Aunt Luo is a 'white tiger.'"

"Then Mom is a 'black tiger'?"

"Get lost! You're good at comparing things. There's no such thing as a 'black tiger'!"

"Then what's the difference between a white tiger and a black tiger?" "

Traditionally, it's said that a white tiger brings bad luck to her husband."

"A 'husband-killer'? No wonder Xiaoli's dad is so afraid of her mom!"

"Haha, you don't know any better, don't talk nonsense. That's not called 'husband-killer,' that's 'bronchitis.' 'Husband-killer' means
it shortens the husband's lifespan, the husband won't live long." "

But Xiaoli's dad is perfectly fine, isn't he?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's superstition… These are called labia majora. Look at these two folds, they are a pair of long, oval-shaped raised skin folds on both
sides , near the inner thighs.
They connect to the mons pubis in the front and the perineum in the back; from the mons pubis, they extend downwards and backwards. The left and right labia majora join together in front to form the anterior commissure, and the two ends join together in the back to form
the posterior commissure. The posterior commissure is located in front of the anus, but it's not as obvious as the anterior commissure…"

"Mom, your two labia majora together look like a little lip!"

"Yes, they are lips too. Now you know why women always like to wear lipstick, right?"

"I don't know."

"You're so silly, look at what color Mom's little mouth is down there!"

"It's red, but it doesn't quite look like it, Mom. I can't quite describe this color." "

It's called reddish-brown. When a woman paints her upper lips red, it makes people think of her lower
lips. That's called sexy lips."

"Then why don't you wear lipstick, Mom? Don't you want to be sexy?"

"Why would Mom want to be sexy? We only have one little man in our family, unlike your Aunt Luo. She paints
her lips , but that's for Xiaoli's dad. When you're older, Mom will wear lipstick for you, Bing'er. Do you
like it?"

"I like it, but right now I see Mom's upper and lower lips are the same color!"

"It's all your fault, you little rascal… Never mind, let's continue teaching you. The labia majora
have pubic hair on the outside. Underneath the skin are fatty tissue, elastic fibers, and venous plexuses, making them prone to hematoma after injury.
In the labia majora naturally close, covering the vaginal opening and urethral opening. In women who have given birth, the labia majora
separate to the sides due to childbirth…"

"Mommy, wait a minute, your two thick little labia don't have any hair on them, and they're not
separated , they're closed together!"

"Mommy, I've removed all the hair from my labia majora. As for why they're closed together, that
's an exception for me. Nothing is absolute!"

"Then Mommy's vulva is the best in the world..."

"What do you know about 'exquisite' things? Look at this... This is called the labia minora, the thing you used to call the 'ear's
hem . It's a pair of mucous membrane folds inside the labia majora, and the surface is moist.
The upper ends of the two sides of the labia minora fork and join together. The skin fold above them is called the clitoral hood, and the skin fold below it is called
the frenulum of the clitoris. The clitoris is in the middle of them, see? It's this little bump... The clitoris is located at
the top between the two labia minora. It's a small, elongated organ with a rounded head at the end, and the inner end is connected to a bundle of thin
erectile tissue. A woman's clitoris is equivalent to the glans of a man's penis. Bing'er, don't touch it,
you can't touch it, you won't be able to take responsibility later."

"What? I have to take responsibility for touching it?"

"Yes, if you touch it, Mommy will get aroused, and you can't put out Mommy's fire, won't Mommy
be miserable ? So you can't touch it..."

"Fine, I won't touch it. I don't see anything fun about it anyway, but Mommy's little mouth is drooling now."

"It's all your fault for touching everything. Mommy's little mouth is drooling because she's hungry... Let me teach you quickly.
Bing'er, separate Mommy's two little lips... Hmm, yes, see two holes?"

"Bing'er sees them, one up, one down, the one up is smaller, the one down is bigger."

"That's right. The smaller one up is called the urethral opening, and the bigger one down is called the vaginal opening. A girl's vaginal opening
is covered by a partially closed mucous membrane, which is a woman's most precious thing, called the hymen."

"Mom, why don't you have a hymen anymore?"

"You've already crawled out from inside, do you think there'd still be a hymen?"

"Mom, I really came out of your little hole!"

"If you didn't come out of Mom's little hole, did you come out of Xiaoli's mom's hole, or Xiaopang's mom's
hole ?"

"I don't believe it, I'm not that big!"

"Of course, when you came out, Mom was in so much pain, but luckily Mom recovered quickly, it wasn't long
... The hymen has an opening in the middle, and the size, shape, and thickness of this opening vary from person to person."

"Mom, Xiaoli must have a hymen down there?"

"Of course, she's only thirteen, she definitely hasn't had it touched yet."

"Can I ask Xiaoli to show me the shape of her hymen?"

"You little rascal, don't mess around, or Xiaoli's dad won't let you off the hook... This little
hole up here is the urethra, located between the lower edge of the pubic symphysis and the vaginal opening. It's an irregularly shaped oval opening from which
urine flows out... Okay, that's all I can tell you about what's visible. I'm so uncomfortable talking about it
, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Mom, my genitals feel a little uncomfortable too!"

"Do you know what discomfort means?"

"Really, I'll take it off and show you..."

"Wow, it's a bit bigger and longer than before, haha, my little lad is almost a grown-up, but
the foreskin hasn't even been retracted yet. Come on, let Mom do a little surgery for you."

"Ah... what are you doing? It hurts!"

"Okay, see? This is the head of the penis."

"Mom, it still hurts!"

"Then rub it yourself."

"How do I rub it?"

"With your hands, like this..."

"Mom, rubbing it makes me feel a little better."

"Then go to the bathroom and scrub yourself first. Remember to use some shower gel to lubricate yourself. Hurry up,
Mommy needs to come in after you're done!"

...

Mother and son dialogue (Part 3)

The first semester of high school has ended again. Yan Bing did well on the exams, scoring above 90 in all subjects, ranking
first and third in the entire grade. This is the best gift he could give to his mother for her 34th birthday.

The semester ended, and his math teacher, who was also his homeroom teacher, talked to him for a few more minutes. It was nothing more than the same old advice: keep
working hard , don't relax during the holidays, and strive to become the top student in the whole school next semester. However, he
wasn't too bothered by the homeroom teacher's talk, because his homeroom teacher, Ms. Jia Jing, was quite good-looking, just
a little less . Looking at the two high, large breasts on the homeroom teacher's chest was still quite pleasing to the eye.

When he came out of the homeroom teacher's office and looked at his watch, it was already 6:30. This really scared him. He hurriedly
sprinted out of the school gate, hailed a taxi, and rushed home. Because it's Mom's
birthday today, and he got home late without even calling her, she's still waiting for him to come and celebrate her
"special birthday party." That's what they agreed on this morning when he pulled his big penis out of her beautiful hole just before leaving
.

"What's wrong with this child again? We agreed this morning that the 'birthday
party !" Yan Fang paced back and forth at home, glancing at the wall clock every now and then. "It's already
6:30, why isn't he home yet?"

Ever since the day her son found pleasure in her, he'd been constantly around her,
ejaculating inside her every day, sleeping together in each other's arms every night, and playing with her breasts day
and .

Thinking of that night, Yan Fang's heart began to race again. It was a passionate and exciting night;
her son had ejaculated twice inside her.

After her son was admitted to high school with excellent grades, he came home early every day and never
came late. She knew that her son was infatuated with his mother's mature and lustful body.

Later, her son told her that Xiaoli's mother had given herself to him in return for his care for Xiaoli. She was a little jealous
at the time , but she gradually accepted it. Now, the semester is almost over.
Could it be that he went downstairs to meet Xiaoli's mother again and forgot about today's...? No, absolutely not. She knew that her son
loved her several times more than his Aunt Luo. Besides, her son had promised her this morning that he had ejaculated quite a bit inside her
before .

"

Mom... I'm home."

"Look at you, it's almost seven o'clock! What did you say this morning?"

"Mom... it's all my homeroom teacher's fault. Who knew she'd take so long?

" "What? You were doing that with your homeroom teacher...?"

"Mom... look what you've been thinking! It's vacation time, and my homeroom teacher told me to focus on my studies during the holidays,
not just think about having sex with you all day..."

"What did you say? You told your homeroom teacher about us?"

"Haha, Mom, look how scared you are! How could I be so foolish? Even if I were stupid, I wouldn't
tell the teacher about ejaculating inside you!

" "Then what did you just say?"

"Mom, I was just saying what I meant. The teacher said I should work harder and try to get
first place in the whole grade, not like I am now third... Mom, look at me, your son is disappointing. Although I'm first in my class, I
'm only third in the whole grade. I'll definitely try to get it next semester..."

"Bing'er, that's great! Let Mom see it... Wow, Bing'er, you're such a
good son! You got over 90 in every subject, and even 100 in math! Mom will definitely reward you handsomely
... Come on, let's eat first. Mom made your favorite dish again."

"Mom, you made braised pork ribs again? But that's not Bing'er's favorite dish anymore."

"Hmm? What is it? How come Mom doesn't know?"

"Mom, how come you don't know? It's this dish..."

"You little rascal, trying to fool your mother... Stop touching it, let's eat first."

"Mom, Bing'er wants to eat this dish first, okay?"

"You just ate it this morning before leaving. Why do you want it again?"

"Mom, didn't I just say this is my favorite dish since graduating from junior high? I want it every day!"
"I want to eat two, three, or even four times a day, but Mom, you only let me eat
once a . How can I not want to eat...?"

"What do you know? You're still young. Eating too much will hurt your health."

"Mom, I'm still young! Didn't you say you felt 'bloated' last night?"

"You naughty boy, you're so young and you already know how to tease your mother. I'm not saying you're young,
I'm saying you're still young... Come on, let's eat. The food's getting cold. Let me reheat it. Come help me take
this dish over. After we eat, we're going to blow out the candles together. You told me this morning, didn't you forget?"

"Mom, I can't forget Mom's birthday. I want to make a wish when we blow out the candles."

"What do you want to wish for?"

"Mom, you can't say your wish out loud. You have to make it silently and sincerely in your heart. If you say it out loud,
it won't come true. Isn't that what you told me before?"

"Haha, Mom won't ask anymore... Alright, let's eat

."

"Mom, happy birthday! May you always be so young and beautiful... Come on... Mom, let's have a toast!"

"Thank you, Bing'er. Mom also wishes you academic success and happiness every day."

"Mom, you said it yourself! I'll only be happy every day if I eat this dish every day!"

"Be serious. Don't touch me while eating."

"Okay, Mom, Bing'er's tummy is full, but Bing'er's little brother is starving!"

"Okay, Mom's finished eating too. Bing'er, what's the rush? Aren't you going to blow out the candles for Mom? Didn't you say you
were going to make a wish?"

"Of course I am... Mom, let me put the birthday candles in... Mom, all done, thirty-four!
Come on, Mom, let's light them together!"

...

"Bing'er, be gentle! Why are you putting them in so fast?"

"Mom, didn't you say that putting them in fast brings greater happiness?"

"Today, Mom wants to reach the other side of happiness slowly with you."

"Okay, then Bing'er will put them in slowly... Mom, is that alright now?"

"Bing'er, stop for a moment... Mom wants to ask you something. What did you wish for? You can tell me now.
"

"Mom, what I wished for was..."

"Don't move. What was it?"

"I wished for Mom to be happy forever and to become Bing'er's little wife."

"What kind of wish is that? With you by my side, I'm already happy. I'm your mother, how
could I become your little wife? You're talking nonsense again."

"Mom, really, Bing'er truly thinks so. Bing'er wants Mom to be my lover."

"You're so young, what do you know about love and affection? We'll talk about that when you grow up."

"Mom, Bing'er will truly love you forever and ever, and will be with you for life."

"Loving Mom for life is only right, I'm your mother, but you won't be by Mom's side every day."

"Mom, Bing'er will definitely be by beautiful Mom's side every day, lying in good Mom's arms."

"You think Mom is good now, that Mom is beautiful, but in seven or eight years, after you meet a
beautiful girl, you'll think Mom isn't as good as you say now."

"Mom, no, Bing'er really wants to live with you for the rest of his life. I won't marry any other woman, I
'll only marry you."

"Silly child, you can stay with me for the rest of your life, but I can't stay with you for the rest of my life. Besides, when I'm in my
fifties , you'll be in your thirties, the time when your needs are strongest. When that time comes, will I still be able
to withstand your vigorous thrusting?"

"Mom, I don't care, I only want you, I won't marry any other woman."

"Alright, I know Bing'er is good to me, I appreciate it… um… um… you're making
me feel so good, good, just like this, slowly… oh… by the way, Bing'er, I think Xiao Li downstairs is quite nice
. You two grew up together and were always in the same class, don't you like her?" "

I do like her, but I like you even more, Mom."

"You like Xiao Li's mom more, don't you? Ah, Bing'er, be gentle, ah… am I wrong?
Isn't your Aunt Luo's white tiger more comfortable to fuck than mine?"

"Mom, Bing'er only feels the most comfortable when I'm inside you."

"Don't talk about being a good boy. That day, Xiaoli's dad was away on a business trip, and you went to tutor her under
false pretenses. You didn't want to go home until midnight. If Mom hadn't called you, you might have spent the night in Baihu's arms."

"Mom, I really was tutoring Xiaoli... Besides, didn't you agree to my relationship with Aunt Luo
?"

"You just don't understand Aunt Luo's feelings. You only know how to enjoy yourself."

"Mom, what's on Aunt Luo's mind? Bing'er doesn't understand."

"Bing'er, move a bit... Oh... right... You don't even understand such a simple principle...
Xiaoli is pretty, but not exceptionally outstanding, and her grades aren't as good as yours. Your studies are so
excellent. As for who she is, I don't need to explain. Of course, Aunt Luo really likes you to be her son-in-law. But she thinks that
Xiaoli alone can't keep you. You'll be snatched away by other, prettier girls.
So she had to take matters into her own hands. Now you understand, right?"

"Mom, now that you mention it, Bing'er does understand a little bit."

"To be honest, how many times have I been with your Aunt Luo?"

"I don't know how many times, Mom, who remembers?"

"Bing'er, tell Mom the truth, isn't Aunt Luo's vagina very tight? I've seen her two plump labia, and
I want to touch them. How about we call her over sometime so I can touch them too?"

"Aunt Luo's vagina is about the same size as yours, Mom. Bing'er really doesn't understand,
is bigger than my sixteen-year-old little brother?"

"What do you know? Let me tell you frankly, Xiaoli's father hasn't done
'that' with your Aunt Luo for several years.

" "Mom, how do you know?"

"It was your Aunt Luo who told me. She said that in another year or two, she'll be
like me."

"Why?"

"Bing'er, Xiaoli's father actually has a terminal illness, an incurable one. He's had it for two or three years now. Since
getting this disease, he's lost all desire for sex, and he really can't get an erection. He's just
barely getting by now. But your Aunt Luo is very good to him. If it were anyone else, they would have divorced him long ago."

"So that's how it is. No wonder. Every time I went to tutor Xiaoli, he would say he was going out to play cards, and he still hadn't come back
by the Aunt Luo and I finished.

" "Do you want to take both Aunt Luo and Xiaoli?"

"Mom, I only want you..."

"Ah... gently... slower... okay, like this... Actually, Mom also likes
Xiaoli. She has an honest beauty. After her father passes away, you'll graduate from university
and can get married. Then we can bring Aunt Luo to live with us, and Mom can touch her private parts too."

"Mom, Xiaoli is very cute, but she knows about us... can she accept it? If she can't accept it,
what's the point of me marrying her? Mom, to be honest, I do like Xiaoli a little, and I also like Aunt Luo, but I
really like Mom more. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't want any other woman."

"Bing'er, Mom believes that it's all my fault. I've made you too obsessed with my body,
creating a fixed mindset... Bing'er, don't worry, your Aunt Luo will handle this. Xiaoli is a
very sensible child; she listens to Aunt Luo the most... Ah... Bing'er, hurry up, Mom's coming
. Ah..."

"Mom, Bing'er's coming too... Ah... Mom, is it safe?"

"Shoot, shoot it all inside Mom. This is your second gift to Mom today."

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