The changing relationship between mother and child

The Changing Bond Between Mother and Son (Part 1)

The twilight sunlight streamed through the window,

bathing everything in the room in a golden glow, no longer as dazzling as at midday.

Everything in the room was neatly arranged, from the carefully tended, blooming flowers on the balcony to the

gleaming floor. In the living room, a thick photo album sat on the table, the hostess and her visiting guest flipping

through and chatting.

"Mrs. Wang, this is a photo of Chenchen when he was four. He kept moving around when I tried to look at him, so I had to

hold him while we took the picture..." Su Yi smiled at her guest, pointing to the slightly yellowed photo,

her expression radiating proud affection.

Turning her gaze from the photo, Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who seemed much older than her actual age; youth

still lingered on her. With a hint of reproach, she said, "I told you not to call me Mrs. Wang, call me Sister Qing."

Seeing Su Yi's exposed, jade-like white skin again, Yang Qingqing said with even more envy, "But,

standing next to each other, I'd really be heartbroken. Sister, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? Do you have some secret

?"

Yang Qingqing, who had been resting at her parents' home for almost a week, went to pick up her daughter from school today. Downstairs

, she ran into Su Yi, who was being held up because she had forgotten her security door key. Su Yi wore a simple white

dress , had delicate features, and her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk. Her skin was rosy and fair, and she had a tall, shapely

figure and an ethereal air.

When they met, Su Yi was carrying several bags and pacing anxiously downstairs. Her daughter immediately called her

"pretty sister" and clung to Su Yi. Yang Qingqing was somewhat surprised, as she had never seen her before. It wasn't until they

went upstairs that Yang Qingqing learned from their conversation that Su Yi was

the new neighbor who had been renovating across the street and had only moved in a few days prior.

The two chatted more and more enthusiastically, especially after learning that Su Yi was only a year younger than her but had a

son who was already studying at a prestigious university in Jiangcheng at just over eighteen years old. This piqued Yang Qingqing's curiosity even more. After settling her beloved daughter in,

Yang Qingqing went to visit Su Yi.

A hint of shyness flashed in Su Yi's eyes as she said sweetly, "Sister Qing, it's not that exaggerated. You're the prettiest

!" She casually gestured to Yang Qingqing's exaggeratedly curvaceous upper body and patted Yang Qingqing's proudly erect breasts with the back of her hand

. On this still somewhat hot and humid autumn day, Yang Qingqing changed into a slightly cooler loungewear set. Her slender

figure, accentuated by her full breasts, appeared incredibly sexy and alluring. A deep cleavage and the faint outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric

revealed an indescribable beauty.

If the two were to stand side-by-side and be commented on, Su Yi would be like a pure lily, graceful and elegant, evoking

tenderness and a desire to hold her close and cherish her; while Yang Qingqing would be like a delicate rose, swaying in the wind,

exuding charm and a deep longing to explore her inner allure.

"Well, you dare take advantage of me? I see yours isn't small either!" Due to her childhood dance training,

Yang Qingqing was quite confident in her figure. Ironically, she had once been troubled by her large breasts

, only finding peace after marriage and the birth of her daughter.

"Ah..." Su Yi grabbed the hands that were playing with her chest, unwilling to give up, and launched a counterattack against Yang Qingqing.

The two of them giggled and played around on the sofa for a while, and finally quieted down after getting tired, letting out soft panting. Su

Yi got up, picked up the photo album, and introduced her

pride . Her son was her precious treasure, and no amount of talking about him could ever be enough for Su Yi.

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen on his first day of school. It was so hard to get him to agree to take this photo. I had to buy

him something to eat before he agreed. Look, he's even pouting!"

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen in junior high school. He never worries me about his studies, and he's smart and sensible. But

he still doesn't like taking photos alone; he always wants to take one with me."

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen participating in a math competition. Look, I didn't go with him, and

his lips are pouting so high in the photo."

...

Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who was beaming with pride and lost in her memories. Although she had just suddenly

had some doubts about Su Yi's husband—after all, Su Yi only talked about her son and

didn't mention her husband at all—she wisely refrained from bringing up the topic, seeing Su Yi's happy expression.

Su Yi's son, Su Chen, a prodigy who entered university at 18, was showered with praise by Yang Qingqing, who was now filled with curiosity thanks to Su Yi's

enthusiastic descriptions. Yang Qingqing even suggested that Su Chen be her daughter's

tutor, as Su Yi adored the cute and well-behaved Wang Tongtong. Yang Qingqing, too, spoke

animatedly recounting anecdotes of her growth, just as Su Yi did when talking about her son. Truly, all mothers share the same love for their children. The clock on the wall ticked away, and in the warm sunlight of the dimly lit room , the two women chatted intimately about everyday matters and the ways of the world. Su Yi and Yang Qingqing

seemed oblivious to the passage of time, and in their conversation, they even became like sisters. Human affairs are truly inexplicable. These two women, upon meeting, opened their hearts to each other so readily. For those who knew Su Yi well, this was even more rare. It was truly a mysterious and wonderful connection. A series of beeping sounds finally interrupted the woman's heart-to-heart talk; her son was home . The clock showed almost six o'clock. Su Yi moved to the door and picked up the intercom: "Mom, it's me." A deep male voice came through. A charming smile appeared on her face. Su Yi slightly crossed her legs, then suddenly her body stiffened as if remembering something. After unlocking the downstairs , she turned back to face Yang Qingqing, still smiling without a trace of abnormality: "Sister Qing, my son is back. I need to get ready. Have you cooked yet? Or, why don't you bring your Tongtong over to eat with us?" Yang Qingqing, having finally managed to lift her body, which had been slumped like a snake on the sofa, lazily walked towards the door: " Sure , I'll go get Tongtong now, and let them get to know each other. Wait for me while I cook , let's cook together." If Yang Qingqing had turned back now, she would have definitely seen the...

Seeing the question, Yang Qingqing noticed that Su Yi, who was perched low on the sofa, was lifting her buttocks slightly. She used both hands

to remove a silk-like object from her body, its white surface flashing and disappearing beneath her skirt. Su Yi then clutched the object in her hand and headed towards the bathroom.

Hearing the approaching footsteps downstairs, Yang Qingqing hesitated and stopped. Having just

heard so many praises from Su Yi and feeling curious after reading Su Chen's growth diary, she wanted to see it for

herself.

Not long after, Yang Qingqing saw Su Chen hurrying up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Su Yi's undisguised pride was evident in his height, which she estimated to be over 170 cm. As Su Chen ascended the stairs,

Yang Qingqing felt a youthful aura emanating from him. His strong, slender physique was

the result . His neat, short hair and a face resembling Su Yi's, with a hint of childlike innocence and a sunny smile,

along with his thick eyebrows above his bright eyes, added to his handsome appearance. Yang Qingqing was startled; Su Chen seemed like a star from an idol drama who had stepped out of the screen

into the real world.

Su Chen carefully examined her as he approached, but still wouldn't move aside, staring intently at the beautiful woman in front of her, blocking her way at the door

. Looking at the slightly ajar door, she wondered, "Could this be a new friend my mother knows?"

This .

The moment Su Chen saw Yang Qingqing around the corner, the alluring curves beneath her thin clothing

instantly transformed his already eager heart into overwhelming lust. Fortunately, Su Chen was wearing loose pants today,

allowing him to subtly conceal his surging erection.

Although Su Chen believed his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he couldn't deny that the woman before him possessed

a mature beauty that his mother lacked. Stimulated by Yang Qingqing, Su Chen yearned even more to return to his mother's side and experience that

warm paradise. Approaching her, he inhaled the orchid-like fragrance emanating from her body, and stealing a glance at her

fair arms exposed by her sleeveless top. Calming his racing heart, Su Chen looked directly at Yang Qingqing and said, "

Excuse me sister, could you please move aside?

" From a young age, Su Chen, being a gifted student, had developed the habit of calling everyone "brother" or "sister,"

as he was always among the younger generation at school. However, thanks to Su Yi's meticulous care over the past decade, Su Chen avoided

becoming the kind of person who is a genius in academics but an idiot in life. Now, Su Chen shows

signs of maturity beyond his years in his interactions with others, but there are still some things he learned before he was old enough. For example, Su Chen couldn't tell Yang Qingqing's age and called her that

ingratiating nickname.

When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw Su Chen smiling so close to her, catching a whiff of his youthful scent

tinged with sweat, she felt a little flustered. She brushed her hair behind her ear to calm herself, then remembered

Su Chen's words and address. Her beautiful eyes seemed to lighten as she looked at him, and she said with a charming smile

, "I'm not your sister, you have to call me Aunt Yang. Look at you, all sweaty, running around like that. Go home and

take a shower ."

After taking out her keys and entering her home, Yang Qingqing shook her head. When she gave birth, her family and husband

had hoped for a son, which made her, who was indifferent to gender, yearn for a son and make many preparations.

After Tongtong was born, although the family had a slight regret, they all doted on their lovely daughter, especially her, who cared for her

meticulously and spent a lot of time with her. The mother and daughter had a very close relationship. But looking at Su Chen today stirred up

old memories for Yang Qingqing.

"Mom, I'm so hungry! Why did you take so long at Aunt Su's house? When are we going to eat?" Wang Tongtong

came out of her room upon hearing the voice. Her delicate face, resembling Yang Qingqing's, was framed by a pair of large, watery

eyes that , seemingly capable of dialogue. Coupled with her cherry-like lips and delicate nose, she

looked like a beautiful anime girl. This was Yang Qingqing's impression after watching her daughter's favorite TV program.

Seeing her daughter, Yang Qingqing had already forgotten her earlier thoughts. She picked up Wang Tongtong and smiled, "

Mommy 's darling, Mommy will take you to meet your tutor right away."

"Tutor? Who?" Wang Tongtong looked confused. "My grades are good, although I'm not in the top

ten of the class, I'm still among the top. Why would I need a tutor? Could it be the beautiful Aunt Su?

" Her beloved daughter kept asking, but Yang Qingqing kept her in suspense. She told her daughter to tidy up her homework

while Yang Qingqing went to her room to change her clothes.

After all, that dress was too low-cut. She hadn't noticed it while talking to Su Chen, and the eighteen-year-old boy's clear

eyes seemed innocent. But her husband was often away from home, so she had to be careful.

Her husband worked hard for the family, cherishing her and making her a housewife, only

visiting the clothing store

he co-owned with her sister in his spare time. Yang Qingqing knew her charm. Although she appeared mature and alluring, she was a traditional

woman at heart, dreaming of marrying and raising her children, like her parents, growing old together hand in hand, and having two children

like . Before, she only imagined two sisters or two brothers, but now she knew that the man should be

like Su Chen, and the woman like Tongtong, with children to dote on. Immersed in this beautiful dream in her heart, Yang Qingqing didn't realize that her daughter

was waiting impatiently outside and calling out. She hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, forgetting her original intention of changing clothes.

Carrying several dishes, Yang Qingqing and her daughter entered the Su family home. Wang Tongtong's sweet little mouth made Su Yi

very happy . Su Yi turned on the TV for Wang Tongtong, telling her not to cause trouble in the kitchen and to watch her favorite TV program.

The two mothers went into the kitchen together, discussing the dishes to be prepared for the meal.

Yang Qingqing shook the vegetables in her hands and asked, "Where's Su Chen?"

"He came back covered in sweat, so I sent him inside to take a shower!" Whenever Su Yi talked about Su Chen, her lips

and eyebrows always beamed with a smile: "He wouldn't take a car, he insisted on walking back to familiarize himself with the area. He's exhausted." The soft

complaint couldn't hide the tenderness in her words.

Looking at Su Yi like this, Yang Qingqing smiled knowingly, lowered her head and silently prepared

the dishes . Seeing this, Su Yi, not wanting to be outdone, prepared to show off her culinary skills. A

subtle rivalry emerged between the two women, each trying different culinary tricks to win their daughters' hearts. They laughed and joked softly,

and Su Yi's affection for Wang Tongtong made Yang Qingqing feel proud.

In the warm room, the last rays of sunlight seemed to linger, while the cozy scene in the kitchen remained

unchanged.

Thanks to the two mothers' meticulous preparations, dinner was served a little late. The table laden with delicious dishes dazzled

the two little gluttons.

The two mothers smiled at their children, constantly serving them rice and

water.

As Yang Qingqing had expected, Wang Tongtong, who had been complaining about not having friends and often asking her mother to give her a younger brother or sister

, seemed very pleased with her new brother, Su Chen.

Seeing her daughter's initial expression upon seeing Su Chen, and how she clung to him, ignoring the television, Yang Qingqing inexplicably

thought of childhood sweethearts.

This made her look at Su Chen with even more admiration.

When Su Chen came out of the shower and saw Wang Tongtong, he was surprised that the little character from the television screen had come to life.

He was overjoyed to have such a lovely little sister, revealing his boyish nature, and

soon he was playing and laughing with Wang Tongtong.

Before dinner, when Wang Tongtong played in Su Chen's room and saw the wall covered with certificates of merit and the neatly arranged

awards and trophies in the cabinet, her bright eyes shone with even more admiration. Even

Yang Qingqing was astonished.

Because the two families' children's schools were very close, they even arranged at the dinner table that Su Chen would accompany

Wang Tongtong to and from school every day, and the two would then study together at home.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Tongtong's face lit up with excitement. "Great! I want to get into university

quickly and go to university with him!" Leaning against Yang Qingqing beside her, Wang Tongtong

pleaded, "Mommy, please?"

Yang Qingqing patted her daughter's head affectionately, saying, "With such determination, how could Mommy disagree?

Besides asking your brother Su Chen, you also need to work hard yourself."

Su Chen was taken aback, but seeing the pleading look in Wang Tongtong's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely work hard so that

Tongtong can get into university as soon as possible. Trust me."

Looking at Su Chen's earnest expression, Wang Tongtong nodded her small head and said seriously, "I will definitely

do my best .

" Wang Tongtong's initial awkwardness upon meeting Su Chen vanished as soon as she learned his age. Her father was often away from

home , and although her mother was there for her, the neighborhood felt impersonal, and her grandmother's house offered no

playmates her age. The lonely girl always felt a pang of loneliness.

But unexpectedly, the handsome and sunny neighbor she met today instantly captured her

heart. She didn't yet understand the inexplicable feelings, only that she was happy

playing and laughing with him and didn't want to leave.

Thinking about studying with him every day, even the previously dreaded homework seemed somewhat

anticipated. She could ask him questions instead of struggling on her own anymore. The girl jumped

up .

"Mom, I can do it myself, you have to eat too!" the obedient daughter said to her mother as she stood up.

Watching her daughter's retreating figure, Yang Qingqing realized this was already her daughter's third bowl of rice. Looking at her daughter, who usually needs a lot of coaxing to eat even two bowls

of rice, but today had a hearty appetite, Yang Qingqing smiled lovingly, "Our Tongtong eats so much! Looks like

Mommy's going to raise a little piggy!" Every time

Yang Qingqing tried to persuade her to eat at home, Wang Tongtong would say that her mother was going to fatten her up like a little piggy. Now, Yang Qingqing used this to tease the girl.

Wang Tongtong turned around, made a face, and said, "Because Aunt Su's food is so delicious." Seeing Yang Qingqing's

feigned , she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mommy's is delicious too.

" Yang Qingqing couldn't maintain her angry expression anymore, and giggled, "You're so sweet-talking."

Walking into the kitchen, Wang Tongtong felt a little confused about what she had seen out of the corner of her eye when she turned

around

. Under the table, Aunt Su's small, white hand seemed to be holding something at her brother's waist. The fleeting glimpse was immediately forgotten, not lingering in the girl's mind. Thinking about showing her newly adopted

brother to her classmates at school tomorrow, the girl was overjoyed.

At the dinner table, Su Yi and Yang Qingqing ate very little, focusing instead on watching their children eat. Each smiled and nestled

beside their children. Su Yi put down her chopsticks early, placed the kettle on the table, and poured water for Su Chen and

Wang Tongtong . Just as her other hand reached under the table, her son seized the opportunity, placing it

on his erect penis, which, despite being partially obscured by clothing.

Hesitant because of the presence of others, Su Yi's delicate hand began to gently caress the penis against her fabric.

Feeling its increasingly restless movement against her trousers, she slipped her small hand inside, straightening the hot shaft. Feeling

the heat in her wrist, she gently kneaded the two mounds in her palm. Seeing Su Chen using eating to conceal his gaze from the opposite side

, she inwardly scolded her son for his boldness, but her actions grew increasingly gentle, making him more comfortable

and satisfied . Unbeknownst to her, a dangerous gaze lingered on her.

Seeing the satisfied look in Su Chen's eyes, "Mom's the best," Su Yi gave Su Chen a gentle

piece of advice: "With guests around, just leave it like this...

" Su Yi withdrew her charming smile from her son. The warmth in her hand seemed to emanate from him. She

gradually , and the dampness made Su Yi want to change her sitting position. Suddenly, the thing she was holding swelled up,

and a trickle of liquid secreted from the tip onto her wrist. Somewhat surprised, following Su Chen

's stunned gaze, Su Yi noticed that because Yang Qingqing had lowered her head, her large breasts were pressed under her clothes, leaving a deep imprint,

subtly revealing a strong allure, a magnificence she herself couldn't compare to. Su Yi's small hand, which was turning the breasts, unconsciously

tightened slightly.

Su Chen was startled and looked at Su Yi. Seeing his mother's unusual expression, he thought she was jealous, unaware that Su Yi's mind

was only focused on how to ask Yang Qingqing for the secret to larger breasts. His erection attracted his mother's attention,

and he silently uttered five words to Su Yi: "I only love Mom." His affectionate gaze lingered until his mother lowered her head, then

a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Following his mother's gaze, Su Chen noticed her awkward leg position. He put down his chopsticks and, using his left hand to pick up the kettle to shield

Yang Qingqing 's view, rubbed his arm against his mother's firm breasts, deliberately displaying a seductive

expression. He saw the shy look in his mother's eyes.

His large hand expertly slipped under her skirt. His mother, with her front open, welcomed Su Chen's arrival without any concealment.

Chen's fingers touched the soft labia, sometimes entwining with the downy hair, sometimes

probing the already moist cleft. He felt his mother's body becoming increasingly relaxed.

Yellow light poured down from the restaurant ceiling. Four people chatted and laughed at the table. The scene between the mother and son's lower bodies was incredibly

alluring .

Su Chen's middle finger finally couldn't resist the call of the flesh. It sank into the soft flesh, feeling the warm, smooth walls

tightly enveloping it, and his finger responded. His mother's hand suddenly tightened, increasing its speed slightly, and her legs

wrapped around his from under the table. Su Chen, aroused, began a rapid series of thrusts. A blush rose on his mother

's face, her gaze towards Su Chen filled with lust, knowing she was aroused, even though she never refused his

advances. But the conditions weren't right at the moment…

Su Chen used his free hand to pour Su Yi a glass of water. His fingers, no longer thrusting,

gently caressed the mound of flesh, his fingers lightly touching the swollen area between the labia. Su Chen wisely refrained from giving his mother any further

stimulation.

After pouring Yang Qingqing a glass of water, Su Yi calmed herself and gave Su Chen a reproachful glare.

Her gaze told her son, "Stop acting up!"

Since they had only heard of child prodigies on television news and rarely witnessed one in real life, Yang Qingqing and Wang Tongtong

had many questions about Su Chen's upbringing. Seizing the opportunity, the mother and daughter asked many strange questions. When they touched

on private matters, Su Chen blushed. Yang Qingqing found the boy's introverted shyness amusing, completely

unaware of how extraordinary the scene under the table appeared to her as an outsider.

The four of them ate for nearly an hour, chatting for a while afterward until

Wang Tongtong had to go home to shower. Yang Qingqing said to her daughter, "Who told you to play so wildly?

Go back first, Mom will be right there." She got up to clear the dishes.

Su Yi stepped out from her seat, smiling as she stopped her, "Let me do it, Sister Qing, please sit down for a while."

Su Yi seemed a little dazed as she stood up, but still gently pushed her chair under the table.

Su Chen also stood up, and Wang Tongtong took his hand, saying to him, "Don't forget our promise."

Watching Wang Tongtong skip out the door, Su Chen said to his two mothers, "I'll help Mom clear the table too."

Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the kitchen, taking out paper towels to wipe the table and chairs.

Yang Qingqing wanted to do something more, but Su Yi firmly held her hand down. Looking at Su Yi's determined expression and seeing

Su Chen's unwavering stance... Yang Qingqing could only smile at Su Yi and say, "Alright, alright, I'll sit for a while. We'll invite you to

our house for dinner sometime. You have to be like me then, little sister."

Yang Qingqing walked towards the living room, completely unaware that a beautiful scene was being witnessed by Su Chen, who had just come out of the kitchen. As she stood up,

her short skirt slipped slightly, inadvertently exposing a glimpse of her snow-white skin under the light.

The lace trim of her white, close-fitting undergarments attracted Su Chen's gaze, and her plump buttocks seemed to

burst from her skirt in his eyes. When Yang Qingqing straightened up, the strange sight was immediately concealed, but in that short time, Su Chen had etched it

into his mind. The repeated stimulation caused a throbbing pain in Su Chen's lower body, making him even more eager

to be one with his mother.

He watched the tear-jerking drama on television. This is also the best way for housewives to pass the time

when …

? ? “Definitely, definitely. Then I’ll have to trouble Sister Qing tomorrow.” Su Yi was clearing the dishes on the table, watching

Ai’er wipe the water stains on the chair while Yang Qingqing was away. Ai’er’s fingers had just made her lower body wet,

but luckily Ai’er had her lift her skirt slightly to hide it, otherwise there would definitely be marks on the skirt. Looking at the scene on the chair

that took up most of the space, resembling an abstract painting of buttocks, Su Yi’s eyes were filled with shyness, but her voice in response to

Yang Qingqing showed no sign of abnormality.

? ? Due to the room’s layout, a glass partition separated the living room and dining room. Su Chen’s suppressed desire,

despite his mother’s gentle comfort during the meal,

was far from enough for Su Chen, who was used to constantly enjoying his mother’s body at home. Today’s situation was truly unprecedented for the Su family. Coupled with Yang Qingqing’s unconsciously

seductive demeanor, it was like adding fuel to the fire for the young body.

Su Chen quickly cleaned the table, the tissues in his hand flying into the trash can in the corner. He moved

behind his mother, facing the living room, while Yang Qingqing sat on the sofa with her back to him. All he could see was her long, black

hair.

Su Chen pulled his pants down to his legs, grabbed his mother's legs with both hands, and rolled her skirt up

to The slippery feeling made him sigh softly. Feeling his mother's body tremble slightly, Su Chen played with her

alluring, high, and pert buttocks for a while, then squatted down beneath her, gazing at the beautiful sight before him.

The neat, black pubic hair he remembered was now disheveled, with a full, red slit in the middle.

The large labia emanated his favorite scent. Su Chen inserted his tongue into her vulva, feeling

the tenderness of the inner walls. His tongue, wet and sticky, would lick out and then slip back in, making soft, seductive sounds. He also

stimulated her swollen clitoris, scraping off the newly secreted vaginal fluid and swallowing it directly. For Su

Chen, this was a delicacy only he could enjoy.

His mother's body was limp and boneless, as if she were using his head as a chair. Her fair legs were draped over his

shoulders, and one hand eventually gripped his head, pressing it tightly against her abdomen and rubbing until he could barely breathe before she

struggled to stop enjoying the drink.

Looking at the fluid seeping from his mother's vulva, Su Chen abruptly stood up, hastily guiding his erect penis, which had been hovering proudly in

mid-air but somewhat neglected by its owner, to his mother's vulva, grinding against her tender

genitals, the large glans resting on her soft labia.

When Su Yi was teased by her son's slightly itchy pubic hair, feeling her usually neatly trimmed

pubic hair intertwined with her son's thick, weed-like pubic hair, imagining them intertwined and

inseparable , she remembered what her son had once said to her, pointing to this spot: "There are hundreds and thousands of hairs here, representing that

we, Mom and I, will be entangled for thousands of years. No one can separate us." Each time Su Yi recalled this, a

sweet feeling welled up inside her.

The impending penetration caused her full body to tremble, her sensitive lower body pressing against her son's erect penis.

After her limp body received the large glans of his penis, it seemed as if she would slowly swallow him without his movements

.

Su Yi knew her body was about to collapse, but because Yang Qingqing was in the living room, she used her last bit of

strength to clamp her legs together and suppress her son's throbbing, whispering a reminder, "Be careful..."

Deeply buried in her cloud-like hair, Su Chen kissed his mother's rounded earlobe and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming

." He held her limp legs with both hands, and with a thrust of his hips, his long-awaited penis plunged forward

, feeling the already overflowing, wet embrace.

Su Chen pulled the flesh in his hands downwards, then stopped abruptly, pressing hard against the deepest part of his mother's body

, holding for a moment. After savoring the exquisite pleasure brought by the moisture within his mother's body, he

loosened his grip slightly, his hands moving to her full breasts, shaping them in his hands,

playfully rubbing her nipples with his fingers.

Hearing his son's reply, Su Yi, always cooperative, immediately took a deep breath, adjusting her hips to match his son's

movements. As the hot glans entered her beautiful flower garden, Su Yi let out a

sweet moan unheard by anyone. Her jade legs gently twisted, her body slowly sliding down as the thick, hot member advanced,

her toes trembling unconsciously, her body arching like a ballerina. At that moment, Su Yi resembled a beautiful swan

stretching its neck .

When his son filled the emptiness within her, feeling no gap between their lower bodies, especially

with his actions that seemed to want to gently bury her entire body, Su Yi's body burned even hotter. "So

comfortable !" Her beautiful eyes shone with a languid sunlight, her delicate tongue licking her lips with an alluring, passionate gesture.

Su Chen lowered his skirt, concealing the unusual sight between their lower bodies. Only on the gleaming floor tiles beneath their feet

could the white skirt, his beautiful mother's honeyed vulva was greedily biting her son's thick, dark penis, dripping with saliva. The saliva fell

into the eyes of those watching.

Now, the mother and son were entirely supported by Su Chen's young, strong body. Su Yi bit her lower

lip , suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her throat, her mind solely focused on her son's physical needs. Finally

, glancing at Yang Qingqing watching TV in the living room, Su Yi picked up the dishes placed together and whispered, "

Let's go , be careful."

Su Chen embraced his mother's slender waist, his hand resting on her flat stomach. He kicked off his pants, and under the sunlight from the dining room

overhead , the boy, naked, embraced his beautiful mother. A preparatory movement resembling a hot dance drew back

the curtain on passion.

"Oh..." As the two took their first step, Su Yi felt the stimulation was more

intense . In this furtive atmosphere, Su Yi's mind was filled only with the hot, throbbing penis inside her,

and she couldn't help but moan.

Although Su Yi tried to lower her voice, the soft murmur still echoed in the surrounding space, making her tremble with nervousness

. The bowls they held trembled slightly. Like two statues, they only turned their heads to glance back

at the living room. Seeing Su Yi's somewhat frightened expression, Su Chen ignored everything else and

walked towards the kitchen, a few steps away.

Cluck, cluck... The soft clattering sounds, mixed with the suppressed moans from the woman's throat, lingered in the room for only

a few seconds before disappearing behind the kitchen door, which was quietly closed behind her. Yang Qingqing looked back thoughtfully, but

saw nothing.

If she had turned around a few seconds earlier, Yang Qingqing might have seen the introverted

but polite boy deep within her heart, his bare bottom bobbing, leading his mother into the kitchen. Her newly adopted little

sister, like a koala, clung to the boy, wriggling like a snake. But Yang Qingqing only heard

the sound of water coming from the kitchen. She smiled, not even noticing the shadowy corner she'd caught in the corner of her eye; the wailing tragedy typical of

the TV drama had completely captured her attention.

When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw the tissue Su Chen handed her, she realized

she'd unknowingly shed tears.

"Thank you," Yang Qingqing said, her eyes still a little red. She took the tissue and tidied herself, feeling a little embarrassed by

her outburst. "I just started crying while watching it. It was

so touching." Yang Qingqing's voice choked with emotion. Her thoughts were still immersed in the scene she'd just witnessed.

Looking again at the mature woman's graceful figure on the sofa, Su Chen's eyes remained calm and still, his thoughts entirely

focused on his mother, who was still tidying up in the kitchen. Unbeknownst to him, he was speaking words that had flashed

through , rambling on and on.

"Aunt Yang, I think it's the little things in life that are truly moving. Every second of our

fleeting youth is a unique story, a performance in our own grand drama, something others

can't replicate or experience. These are incomparable to those daydreams."

Su Chen paused, reflecting on the days he'd spent with his mother, and smiled, "For me, what moves me most

is having a mother who loves me most in the world. Every day of my life is filled with感动 (gǎndòng, a feeling of being deeply moved)..."

Just as Su Chen was about to continue, he looked up and saw a

tear . She nodded approvingly at Su Chen, her beautiful eyes gazing behind him.

Looking back, Su Yi's eyes were also slightly red. Su Chen knew that his mother had heard his heartfelt words.

After tidying himself up and safely walking to the living room, Su Yi smiled sweetly at him as she listened to his words. Su Chen also looked at his charming

mother in silence, a thousand words seemingly communicating silently through their eyes. Seeing the warm, silent atmosphere between mother and son

, Yang Qingqing felt even more blessed.

Picking up a few more tissues, Yang Qingqing composed herself and was about to say a few words when her daughter's voice

rang out : "Mom, Dad's calling."

Her husband, who was away from home, would always call Yang Qingqing whenever he could find the time in the evenings.

Although they were often separated, Yang Qingqing was relatively at ease knowing her husband was away for over 300 days a year. Her husband, Wang Jianming,

had dated Yang Qingqing for three years during university, and they married immediately after graduation because Yang Qingqing was pregnant. After several years

of hard work, Wang Jianming had climbed to the position of regional sales manager at his company, while Yang Qingqing stayed home to take care of their daughter, providing

him with strong support.

Their phone calls often lasted for hours, frequently ending only when Wang Jianming's phone battery died.

Yang Qingqing had an inexplicable anticipation for these conversations.

A glint of excitement flashed in Yang Qingqing's beautiful eyes as she stood up and said, "Little sister, you really have a good son. I'll

go answer . Come visit me tomorrow during the day." Yang Qingqing opened the door and

smiled back at Su Yi, who had come to the door.

Wang Tongtong peeked over from her mother and said to Su Chen, "Brother, wake me up tomorrow!"

Su Chen gave an "OK" sign, and Wang Tongtong happily pulled Yang Qingqing into their own wide-open

house across the street.

When the two iron doors slammed shut simultaneously, they also shut out the untold story behind them.

Upon entering the house, Yang Qingqing didn't rush to answer the phone. First, she shooed her daughter to her room to sleep.

Wang Tongtong, who had just discussed the agreement with Su Chen, was very concerned and kept nagging her mother not to forget to wake her tomorrow. Yang Qingqing

pinched her daughter's delicate nose and smiled, "Mommy knows, I definitely won't forget. Tongtong, go to sleep now,

we'll get up early tomorrow." She gently closed her daughter's bedroom door and turned off the room's appliances.

She walked lightly towards the bedroom. Yang Qingqing's face held an undisguised arousal. She locked the door

tightly , glanced at the phone beside her pillow, bit her lower lip, walked to the window, closed the curtains,

and dimmed the bedside lamp to a faint, hazy light, leaving only a faint, floating white light swirling in the air.

A soft moan escaped Yang Qingqing's lips. In the dim light, her

voluptuous body was revealed with a wave of her hand. Her top, skirt, and panties were hastily stripped off and

scattered across the floor, the bedside, and the corners of the room.

In the center of the room, as if by magic, a snow-white body emerged from the darkness. At this moment, Yang Qingqing was

like a bewitching witch descended to earth to steal souls. Although she had given birth to a lovely daughter,

her abdomen seemed devoid of any excess fat. Her high, rounded buttocks, her slender waist, and the exaggerated curves culminating in

two firm, unbound breasts—any man who saw them would be transformed into a beast.

The dignified demeanor she usually displayed when facing harassing men vanished. As she tossed and turned, her chest rose and fell slightly, her nipples

drawing incomprehensible patterns in the dark room like playful sprites. Yang Qingqing, her face flushed,

picked up the phone.

Meanwhile, in a hotel during their trip, Wang Jianming lay on his bed. His roommate, a subordinate, left with a smile

; Wang Jianming knew he was going to see the beautiful woman he'd seen in the lobby, but he never had such thoughts.

Wang Jianming was incredibly proud of his beautiful wife, and

her increasingly mature beauty after marriage only fueled his pride, leading him to make her a housewife early on.

After a long wait, finally hearing his wife's voice, Wang Jianming certainly hadn't expected what was on the other end of the line. He'd

never seen anything like it before. If he had known his conservative wife looked like this, Wang Jianming would have rushed to

Yang Qingqing's , offering her masculine comfort. This was just speculation. Therefore, Wang Jianming would never know that

this mature, traditional woman had already taken a small step in exploring sexual matters.

In Wang Jianming's mind, his wife was the perfect partner, equally adept in public and domestic. In university

, the honest and kind Wang Jianming was the object of jealousy among his close friends because of his beautiful girlfriend. On the eve of graduation, Wang Jianming

accidentally took Yang Qingqing's virginity while drunk. Even though his wife complained that she had intended to save her virginity for

their , Wang Jianming still felt some regret that neither of them had fully savored their first time.

Their marriage was a case of "getting pregnant first and then paying the bill." After graduation, he hastily

married . For the sake of his family, Wang Jianming worked very hard. However, as his position rose,

the time he spent away from home increased dramatically, leaving his beautiful wife alone at home.

Wang Jianming also had a secret he couldn't talk about regarding their sex life. The traditional Yang Qingqing

only wanted one position in their married life, but Wang Jianming, due to a slight inferiority complex stemming from his small penis,

was unable to bring Yang Qingqing to a passionate climax. For this reason, Wang Jianming didn't have many demands.

In addition, years of busy, hectic work schedules and the fast-paced work pressure had caused him to suffer from neurasthenia and frequent

headaches, which manifested as premature ejaculation in his sex life. Although Yang Qingqing valued her husband's health and

tried her best to help him improve his health when he was at home resting, their sexual activity remained infrequent. The overall

quality of their sex life remained low.

For Wang Jianming, his home with his beautiful and virtuous wife and lovely daughter was always his safe

haven . His hard work was best rewarded when he returned home to see his family.

The idea of making up for regrets and enjoying life was also brewing in his heart.

"When I go back to work at headquarters, I'll rest for a while and then find a big hospital to cure this problem,"

Wang Jianming thought, listening to his wife's sweet voice and glancing at his slightly erect but short penis under the covers.

This was a secret he hadn't told Yang Qingqing.

Hearing her husband's deep, resonant voice, his captivating voice, perfectly suited to be a broadcaster, was

one of the reasons Yang Qingqing was initially attracted to him. The couple, separated by distance, chatted intimately. Yang Qingqing listened to her husband's work-related anecdotes and

recounted her day's experiences, including her family, relatives, new neighbors, and the gifted young boy.

Yang Qingqing sometimes chuckled softly, sometimes feigned anger. Her free hands, however,

roamed freely over her body, slowly releasing the dormant volcano of desire within her, a surge of passion echoing within her. Within her contorted flesh,

it seemed as if a silent demon was calling out.

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