My Exposed Mother (Complete) Author: Unknown

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My name is Wen. My dad is a businessman who does everything himself, even small orders.
He's always on the highway. It's just my mom and me at home. My mom's name is Chen Na, and she's 37 years old
. She's not a stunning beauty, but she's pretty and has a pleasing appearance. Since giving birth to me, she's been unemployed
and doesn't have much to do. She spends most of her time at home researching skincare products and watching melodramatic Korean dramas. She rarely goes out
to socialize

, unlike typical housewives who gossip about others. She even buys groceries at the supermarket. Besides watching
TV, she often sneaks into my room to "pry" into my private life. My mom is a very shrewd woman, and my
dad and I have never succeeded in our attempts to be clever. At home, she's a lovely queen, and we have a very good relationship. However,
perhaps because of this, my mom doesn't look like a woman who has been married for 16 years; she looks
more like a newlywed.

My mom dresses quite casually at home. She sleeps in just her underwear, and sometimes after showering, she'll just wear her bra to blow-dry her hair in
the living room . A few times, I've even accidentally seen her wearing only semi-transparent lace panties. I noticed her breasts are shaped like bamboo shoots. Because I drank milk as a child, the little bumps on them are much prettier than the ones on the women in the
adult films I watched . I think my mom looks great like that. My mom has a great figure—tall, slender, and alluring—but maybe because of her body type, I haven't thought much of it. Anyway, when people come over, she 's always neatly dressed. Things started to get a little strange during the summer after my junior year of high school. After that summer, it meant entering the intense final year of high school . My classmates and I were all focused on preparing for the college entrance exam. Several of my best friends liked to come to my house to study (my house is spacious and has a dedicated study room). My best friends, Xiaomai and Laohei, almost always stayed at my house during holidays. Their families are quite wealthy; Xiaomai family is nouveau riche. Because I'm a top student, my mom has high expectations for me. She lets me bring classmates over to study so she can supervise me. She even enrolled me in a review class during summer vacation, so I often went out for tutoring, while Xiaomai and Laohei continued to come to my house to study. However, I noticed my mom was acting strangely lately. Usually, those two would come to my house around nine o'clock, and my mom would be dressed before then, even taking down the underwear . But now, my mom doesn't do that anymore. She even makes plans to go out with them in the evenings. Although they don't usually have parents at home and often have my mom accompany them shopping for clothes, what's strange is that my mom no longer seems annoyed before going out; instead, she gets all excited and dresses up. These strange days passed for over ten days. I continued to study , and Laohei and his friends kept coming to my house. One day after school, my girlfriend asked me out. Everyone knows that puppy love is a closely guarded secret. So I told my mom I was going to a classmate's house to study, but actually I was going shopping with my girlfriend in the city. We spent some time in the city center I suddenly noticed my mom and Xiaomai were there too. My mom was wearing her recently bought pink mini-dress, her long legs in sheer stockings and white high heels, her beautiful waist-length hair flowing down her back. Remembering my mom's recent strange behavior, I quickly pulled my girlfriend away and hid. I saw my mom and the other two go into a children's playground in the shopping mall. I'd been there before ; because the shopping mall is so big, they used half a floor for the playground, which was full of mischievous 4- or 5-year-old kids left there by shopping moms. What were they doing there? I made an excuse to call my girlfriend home and then followed my mom and the other two. For my mom, a young married woman, that place was easy to come and go as she pleased. Xiaomai and the other two followed her in too . I was questioned when I went in, since I was just going in, not bringing the kids out, but the security guard let me through. Inside, it was full of large plastic models, and once I went in, I couldn't see my mom and the other two anymore. I finally found my mom and the others. I saw her playing with the kids Xiaomai and Lao Hei were playing a few meters away from her. After a while, my mom looked at Xiaomai and the others. Xiaomai seemed to be observing their surroundings. After confirming something, Xiaomai and Lao Hei nodded to my mom. Then, my mom leaned against the slide , her knees slightly bent, kicked off her high heels, and bent down. Her legs, clad in stockings, came together at the knees. Finally, she pulled her short dress all the way up to her neck and took it off. I was stunned. My mom wasn't wearing anything! My mom's 35C breasts were suddenly exposed to the innocent children and those two lecherous men, Lao Hei. Between her long, white legs, the dark bush was extremely eye-catching. Mom, her face beaming with excitement, knelt on the ground with her long legs spread wide. She placed her dress on the floor, bent over, and hugged a four or five-year-old boy to conceal their presence. She nervously glanced around for a moment, making sure no one was watching, then let the boy out of her arms. She took a small Ultraman toy from Xiaomai, said something to the boys, and then the boys eagerly crowded into Mom 's arms to suckle her nipples. Mom gently kneaded her breasts. Watching this scene, my pants bulged with a high tent. Old Hei seemed unable to restrain himself any longer. After giving Xiaomai a few instructions, he went to Mom's side, pulled out his ugly thing, and shoved it into her mouth. Mom began to suckle passionately. Mom and Old Hei were giving each other oral sex? They were doing oral sex right here! I was furious. After a while , Lao Hei returned to Xiao Mai, leaving a trace of milky white on Mom's lips. Xiao Mai rushed over and used Mom's hand to soothe his penis. Mom sat behind the slide, facing me, one hand moving between Xiao Mai's legs, the other slender arm around several children still licking and sucking her breasts, her face showing satisfaction and excitement. I couldn't watch anymore and hurriedly left. When I got home that evening, Mom was already home. She brought me my midnight snack as usual and asked about my studies . There was nothing unusual about it. It seemed that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. I didn't know what to do. Should I confront Mom? Tell Dad? I couldn't imagine what Dad would do if he found out. I almost broke up with Mom anyway, so I could only let it continue. I wouldn't have to attend tutoring in a few days, then I could talk to Mom properly. But on the last day of my classes, I stayed home all day, from when Lao Hei and the others arrived until they left.

I started by talking to my mom, and then stayed with her until we finished watching the TV series that evening. I still didn't know how to bring it up.
Things just dragged on like that. When Lao Hei and his friends came to my house, they were very well-behaved, mindful of my presence.
They even deliberately avoided sitting on the same sofa as my mom. I guess my mom must have told them something.

But at our age, we can't just put up with things like that. I stayed home every day, and my mom
wouldn't go out unless I was there. Although she gave me money to go out and relax, I wasn't in the mood
to relax . So, I didn't leave the house for several days in a row. My mom stayed with me except when she went grocery shopping. Lao Hei and his friends relaxed
a bit. Occasionally, when I came out of my room, I found them sitting on the same sofa, very close together.
As soon as they saw me, they quickly pulled their hands away from my mom. I didn't see what they were doing,
but I saw my mom's face was very red, and her breathing was a little rapid. But I'm not an idiot. Ever since the "children's playground incident,"
I already knew about their affair. Even if I didn't see it, how could I not know what they were doing
?

I bought several sets of hidden camera equipment online. Those things were so expensive! You don't know until you buy them – just
one set that can clearly see faces within 10 meters costs over 700 yuan. The eavesdropping set had to be bought separately. But I really wanted
them, so I splurged. When my mom and Lao Hei weren't home, I followed online instructions and installed them around the house. After
several I finally placed a set in every place they usually frequented, using things like pens and watches. You would
n't even guess they were for recording.

Then I invited my classmates out, letting the three of them have some alone time. Every night, I'd go out and save the recordings
to my computer. I don't know why I did this. I rarely watched the recordings. I wasn't
interested in my mom's face or her beautiful figure, nor did I want to use them as evidence to tell my dad about her. I bought the camera equipment
without thinking , only occasionally checking what it recorded, and I enjoyed it immensely. As I
expected, Mom did everything with them
. They left their foul-smelling bodily fluids everywhere – in the living room, my room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the study, and even Mom and Dad's room. Whenever Mom had free time, she was dragged into sex,
feeding Xiaomai and the other man until they were completely satisfied.

I watched the videos for over ten days and learned a lot about their affairs. Mom has an exhibitionist tendency. What she
enjoyed most about being with Xiaomai and Lao Hei was the feeling of being naked and unrestrained in front of them. She enjoyed the intensely lustful looks
from eyes. What she loved most was doing exhibitionist things with Xiaomai, followed by
sex and the thrill of infidelity. Those two guys, Lao Hei and Lao Hei, were disgusting. They bought over a dozen large bottles of milk and kept them at
my house. Every time they came back from their "outings," they made Mom soak her feet in the milk, taking turns rubbing
her occasionally, after washing, they would lift Mom's feet and suck on them,
licking the milk clean with their tongues.

My mother has beautiful feet. Even I, who don't have much romantic interest in her, fantasized about foot fetishes during middle
school , and even secretly smelled her unwashed stockings. When I wasn't home,
my mother would often sit naked on the sofa watching TV, while Xiaomai and Lao Hei would sit on either side of her, playing with her tender, white flesh.
Occasionally, my mother would invite them to stay for dinner. Of course, my mother was always naked while cooking and eating. Sometimes, Xiaomai and Lao Hei would force themselves on my mother
while we were eating

, pressing her face down on the table and fucking her hard from behind, leaving her covered in food and grease.
Sometimes when
TheyMom weren't always together; occasionally, one of them would spend the day with Mom alone. When Xiao Mai was alone with
Mom, it was fine; she acted as usual. But Lao Hei, that pervert, was different. This guy
watched a lot of Japanese porn and had heavy tastes. He often demanded that Mom urinate on him and drink it, even asking her to
urinate directly into his mouth. However, perhaps even Lao Hei himself couldn't stand the smell of feces and didn't eat it, but he did lick Mom's feces.
He also asked Mom not to tell Xiao Mai or anyone else.

Later, I followed Mom and the two of them a few more times and discovered that Mom went to a suburban park with them, pretending to expose herself.
She wore a swimsuit that became almost transparent when wet when swimming at the swimming pool, and they even had sex at a bus stop in the suburbs. They never went to the children's
playground again because they were afraid of being recognized.

While in the park, Mom wore a super short skirt that Lao Hei had bought for her, over which she wore nearly transparent white lace thongs and
a low-cut, wide V-neck short-sleeved shirt. She specifically targeted fathers with children.
After confirming that it was just the father and son, Mom went up to chat with the child. Lao Hei and Xiao Mai stayed to the side, pretending not
to know Mom and watching how things unfolded. Mom was very pretty and had raised children before, so she got along well with the
kids, who all loved playing with her.

At this point, Mom squatted down facing the father, deliberately spreading her legs slightly. Most of her
breasts and the sexy underwear under her skirt were immediately exposed to the father and son. I couldn't see clearly from a distance with my equipment, but
I could see that the father's eyes were practically gleaming. He was very unnaturally peeking at Mom, glancing around
to see if anyone had noticed. Mom blushed slightly and occasionally observed the father's reaction.

My mother's usual tactic was to first befriend the child, then use an excuse to hold him. She would squat down to hold
the child, and as the child snuggled into her arms, she had to spread her legs. At this point, her short skirt was useless ; it would slide down to her buttocks. You can imagine what it looked like
when the child left her arms . My mother's genitals were completely exposed this time. The man's mouth was wide open; even from over ten meters away, I could clearly see that dark patch. The narrow strip of fabric she wore was already sunk into the crevice of her genitals , looking incredibly lewd. My mother even pretended to be tired from squatting and switched legs, keeping one knee the same while the other half was kneeling on the ground, spreading her legs apart. I could see her deep red labia even more dazzling. The fabric must have sunk even deeper. At that moment, I thought the image of my mother's fair, delicate feet in her high-heeled sandals , her lewd genitals, and her pert buttocks would surely keep any man awake all night. When Mom had finished playing, she got up to say goodbye to the children. Mom would deliberately bend over very low because she had worn a much larger bra earlier to expose herself , and when the V-neckline dropped, Mom's nipples were exposed.

Although I couldn't see it, it must have been erect. The man, seeing my mother was leaving, asked
if she often came here. My mother replied that she sometimes came for a walk. Perhaps because of that, the man brought
his son here every day. However, my mother usually didn't go back, probably afraid of being found out she was
an exhibitionist . My mother didn't just do this in one park. Why am I only mentioning this man? Because I
saw him once more later.

Later, my mother and I dressed even more casually at home. She often walked around
the house . I noticed my mother's gaze was strange, as if she cared a lot about my reaction. Occasionally, when I
had time to stay home after school and watch TV with my mother, she would deliberately stand very close to me. Then, she would use the excuse of being hot to
go into the bathroom to shower. After showering, she would come out drying her hair with a towel, usually still wearing underwear, and then
sit next to me, taking my arm

. This had never happened before. Feeling my mother's erect nipples occasionally rubbing against my arm, I
remembered something from before. Before, because my mom was worried about me buying food near school alone,
she always bought me bread and milk for breakfast at home. When I was in my first year of high school, my dad encountered some business troubles, and my mom was
constantly would often help him with complicated calculations, sometimes working late into the night

. So, sometimes we wouldn't even realize we were out of milk. When I found out we were out and my mom hadn't bought any more, I would complain
a little . Actually, my mom knew I was lazy and was scolding me for not knowing how to buy things myself at my age. But she would still get up
and check if there was anything else to eat, like leftover soup from the fridge. One time, she couldn't find any, and not
wanting me to go to school hungry—exams were coming up soon—she told me there was milk in her room and went
in to pour it herself

. After a while, Mom came out with a cup of milk. Her shirt was soaked with milk. She
watched me happily finish it, her face flushed, a look of satisfaction on her face. After that, for some reason, Mom always
kept the milk in her room whenever she bought it. At that time, Mom was pregnant, but she had an abortion a few months later.
Now it seems Mom's milk came from her two big breasts. Seeing me staring intently at her breasts,

Mom slowly released my hand, leaning forward towards me. When I came to my senses, her erect, deep red nipples were
only a finger's width from my nose, making me extremely embarrassed. My face instantly burned, and I quickly turned my head away. Mom
chuckled softly, said nothing, and continued watching TV with her arm around mine. I suddenly felt I should
talk to my mom, so I bluntly told her what I knew. She seemed stunned, not reacting
for a long time . After a while, tears welled up in her eyes. She slid to the floor, hugged
my waist tightly, buried her head in my chest, and cried until midnight. Later, I pushed her away and went to my room to
sleep. I felt I had been too direct; I didn't know how to face her. That night, I
cried in my room too, unable to sleep until dawn.

For the next few days, I deliberately avoided my mom. I ate breakfast and lunch at school and brought my meals
to my room in the evenings. My mom also told Xiaomai and Laohei not to come. Xiaomai and Laohei were naturally reluctant and wanted to ask my mom why,
but seeing her livid face, they didn't dare to provoke her or come. Every time my mom saw me, she wanted to talk to me,
but I felt annoyed just seeing her and wouldn't give her a chance to speak, immediately retreating to my room. Later
, Dad came home. Mom seemed resigned to her fate and planned to talk to him. I
heard and I knew immediately she wanted to confess. I quickly pushed open Dad's bedroom door and glared at her, managing
to steer the conversation away from the truth so Dad would mistakenly think I had upset her.

A dozen days later, after Dad left, Mom and I sat on the living room sofa watching TV silently. When Mom saw I
wasn't paying attention her, she started crying. Seeing her cry only made me more upset, and I yelled at her, saying she didn't consider me
and had ruined our happy family. Mom cried louder and louder, then came over and hugged me. I couldn't break free, and she started
slapping her face. I yelled at her for a long time, and her face became swollen and purple from the slaps. Seeing this, my heart softened
. I grabbed her hand to stop her from slapping, went to the refrigerator, got a towel, wrapped some ice cubes, and put it on her face. Seeing me doing this,
Mom sat beside me, hugged me tightly, and sobbed softly. Eventually, she slowly fell asleep in my arms.

I felt terrible. I thought about how my mother and I used to have a very good relationship, and how I never knew she was
this kind of person, and how she hated Xiaomai and the others. Remembering how good she had always been to my father and me,
the feeling of betrayal intensified. But seeing her swollen, red cheek, my heart ached. Gently stroking her
face, I thought about all the good she had done for me, and my heart became even more conflicted. Thinking about many things we had done together, I
looked down at her. She had woken up sometime earlier and was looking up at me. I
pulled my hand away from her face, intending to go back to my room, but she quickly hugged me tightly, pressing my hand back onto her
face. Ignoring my reaction, she began to speak.

It turns out that one time when Xiaomai and Laohei came to my house to study, my mom was tired and went back to her room to rest. While she was
sleeping she needed to pee and forgot that Xiaomai and Laohei were still outside. Since my mom usually only wears underwear to bed, she naturally
wouldn't put her clothes back on when she got up to pee. Xiaomai and Laohei happened to be watching TV in the living room. When my mom passed by,
their eyes widened when they saw her. Although my mom saw them, she didn't notice that she was only wearing underwear.
She even told them to watch less TV and study more. It wasn't until she went into the bathroom that she realized what she had done. My mom felt incredibly embarrassed
, but also excited. So, after using the bathroom, she didn't wrap herself in a towel and went out again. Xiaomai
and Laohei kept staring in the direction of the bathroom, and when they saw my mom still dressed the same way, their eyes widened again.
From then on, when Xiaomai came to my house, my mom didn't pay much attention to what she wore, and sometimes she would even deliberately expose herself.

This continued for almost a semester. Xiaomai and the others became quite familiar with their mother, and she grew
much bolder. Occasionally, after waking up from a nap in her room, she would simply not put on any clothes. The first time, she was so
nervous teeth were chattering. Xiaomai and Lao Hei immediately complimented her on her figure, saying her words were sweeter than honey. She
loved having her body admired. Later, Xiaomai and the others coaxed her into taking off her underwear, which she readily
agreed to. She said it was the first time she had ever been so excited; she had never known that exposing herself could bring her
so much pleasure. As Xiaomai and the others urged her on, she slowly removed her only cotton underwear…

She could feel Xiaomai and Lao Hei's gazes caressing every inch of her skin,
causing her to secrete a constant stream of lubrication. As the lubrication slid down her thighs along with her panties, she
went limp. If Lao Hei hadn't been there to support her, she would have collapsed to the ground. She could feel Lao Hei's hands were restless;
his right hand slid across her waist, while his left hand gently stroked her breasts upwards. His penis pressed against her lower back,
but she was too weak to push him away. Leaning against him, she
looked at Xiaomai's lustful gaze, her body trembling slightly. Finally, she reached orgasm under Lao Hei's caresses.

When she regained consciousness, she looked at Lao Hei and Xiaomai, her face immediately turning red. The thought of being brought to
orgasm by her son's classmate filled her with both guilt and pleasure. Since that incident, she hadn't worn
clothes at home with Xiaomai and Lao Hei. Lao Hei and Xiaomai grew bolder, frequently making unwanted physical advances, until she
became completely unrestrained.

My mother said she just wanted to satisfy her exhibitionist desires and didn't actually like Xiaomai and the others. She
promised she wouldn't do anything to betray the family again and begged for my forgiveness. I didn't say anything; this wasn't something easily
forgiven. I pushed her away and locked myself in my room. Before closing the door, I heard her
crying again.

Two months into my senior year, because my issues with my mother remained unresolved, I couldn't
concentrate on my studies. Then, my mother received a call from my homeroom teacher. When I got home that evening, my mother cried, saying she
was sorry to me and my father, and that it didn't matter if I didn't forgive her as long as I studied hard. My heart
clenched again. Seeing I wasn't speaking, my mother pulled me to the sofa, wiped away her tears, and said in a tearful voice that it
was all her fault, and

told me to study hard. She said I could treat her however I wanted after the exams. I finally cried in front of my mother.
For months I had been holding it in. I couldn't confide in her, I had to keep it a secret from my father. No one could share my burden,
and I had to bear the hatred I felt for her alone. It was so hard to suppress it, but at this moment I finally burst out. My mother
saw how much I was crying and tried to hug me, but I pushed her away. I sat on the sofa and waited for my uncontrollable sobs to subside on their own
.

I remained silent for a long time, then slowly stood up and hugged my mother. I felt her body
stiffen; I think it was because she knew the final judgment she had waited for for months was about to be delivered. I
remember that conversation with my mother vividly.

"Mom, would you abandon your husband and children for a moment of pleasure?"

"No, no, Mom would never, Mom wouldn't dare, she really wouldn't dare..."

"I want milk and bread tomorrow," I said after a moment of silence.

"Mmm...mmm," my mother nodded vigorously, then started crying again.

Wen's Mother 2

I wonder if everyone still remembers me? My name is Wen.

After I made up with my mom, she said I had matured a lot. Throughout my senior year of high school, I
studied hard with her encouragement and finally got into my dream university. The rift between us disappeared without me even realizing it.
In fact, because we had a secret, we became even closer. My mom seemed very attached to me,
asking me about everything before making decisions.

Because I found out she had an exhibitionist tendency, she stopped being so revealing at home.
She would wear whatever she wanted, or nothing at all. But the way she looked at me became strange, like the way my girlfriend
looks when I scold her, or like a puppy begging for food. It made me feel like I owed her something
. Watching TV with my mom at night is still the most heartwarming time for us. She'll still be naked, holding
my arm,

or resting her head on my lap. We'll chat and laugh quietly while watching the show. Later, she said
I looked terrifying when I got angry; she'd never seen me like that before. She was afraid I'd
leave her, afraid my dad and I would abandon her. She said she wouldn't want to live if that happened. I just smiled. My mom and I are
like , we can talk about anything. We often discuss things between men and women without any reservations. She told me a lot about
her sex life with my dad. She said he has many sexual techniques, but it's normal sex for him. He likes breasts, thighs,
and buttocks , but he doesn't have foot fetishes, hand fetishes, or SM, and he certainly wouldn't want my mom exposed to others.

One night, after playing computer games in my room, I came out to find the living room dark, with only the TV playing
. My mother was asleep on the sofa, and I wanted to carry her to bed. As I lifted her legs, I
was once again captivated by her small feet. Even in the darkness, her feet seemed so translucent, each
toe as beautiful and delicate as agate. Her feet were like one of Europe's greatest sculptures. To be honest,
I had absolutely no other thoughts about my mother. Her face was delicate and pretty, like a girl from a modest family. But even if I
had just finished watching porn, the moment I saw her face, my penis would droop.

Because in my heart, this was my mother. It wasn't about ethics or morality; I simply had
absolutely . So sometimes when I read novels about incest between mother and son, I find it utterly unbelievable.
How could someone who has been your mother for over a decade possibly have feelings for a lover? But none of this diminished
my appreciation for my mother's figure, just like my admiration for her feet, which were incredibly alluring to men. I
couldn't help but reach out and play with each of her toes, rubbing my face against her delicate soles, inhaling
the mingled scent of shower gel and stockings on her feet. Suddenly, I felt her feet tremble.

Was she awake?! I jumped in fright, trying to run back to my bedroom, only to find that
she had somehow sat up and was wrapped around my waist. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe, desperate to escape
. I tried to pry her arms off, but she held on even tighter. We remained locked in this awkward position for a while, then her voice
came from behind me. She said, "Go ahead and play if you want. I like it when you do this."

Later, I vaguely remember going back to my room and lying down. I only remember her shyly
putting her feet into my lap, placing my hands on them, and guiding them to touch for a while. Once she moved on her own,
she lay down and happily enjoyed my caresses. The next morning, I didn't dare look at my mother's ambiguous smile while eating breakfast
. I hurriedly finished eating and made an excuse to leave home. I wandered around the streets until dark before slowly returning home.

When I got home, I sat down at the table and ate silently, not daring to look at my mother even once. This made her think I
was angry, so she put one foot under the table on my lap and massaged my lower abdomen, asking if I was still
angry . I didn't dare touch her foot, so I looked up and whispered no, hoping she would put her foot down. But
to my surprise, she knew I wasn't angry and instead gently pressed my lower abdomen with her foot. I stared at her in shock. She
seemed embarrassed

by my gaze and lowered her head, but her foot continued to move, even probing downwards. I could feel her foot touching
the penis in my pants. While moving her foot, she told me something that shocked me. My mother
has cared about me ever since I was in middle school. It wasn't just a mother's concern for her son; even
when she was having sex with Xiaomai and the others, she treated them as me. This started when she found out I was secretly smelling her stockings.

Apparently, she saw me smelling her stockings in the bathroom that day, and she's
been . She even masturbates at night imagining me smelling her stockings. Even now, she still has some
inexplicable feelings for me. She wants me to be closer to her; she wants me to love her and appreciate
everything , just like I do with my girlfriend (actually, she knew about my relationship a long time ago)

. She doesn't think this is betraying the family; she loves me just like she loves my father, and we're all
family. I listened silently to her story. I knew I was fascinated by every part of my mother's body, but I
wasn't in love with her. If such a figure weren't on her, I probably would have lost control long ago.
So I held my mother's feet and told her not to overthink it. I'm her son, and I'll
take her out to play exhibitionist games in the future. As long as she doesn't have any wild ideas, it's fine. I like my mother and think she
's beautiful, but that's only for her body. After saying that, I bent down and kissed my mother's feet. My mother didn't
know what to say next, and just told me not to reject her.

That conversation was completely ignored by my mother. She constantly pestered me to watch TV with her,
and while watching TV, she would always slip her feet under my shirt and wander over my chest. Sometimes,
when my father and mother were having sex, my mother would moan loudly, as if afraid I wouldn't hear. One morning, I was reading
a novel when I heard my mother moaning from the living room. I went out to see what was happening. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother
sitting on my father,

her buttocks rising and falling, her waist twisting wildly. I was
behind she seemed to be on a high, moaning even louder. My mother took off her top, and I could
see her large breasts changing shape in my father's hands, with faint bite marks on them.
My mother was telling my father to hurry up while looking at me with seductive eyes and even licking her tongue. I quickly and
hurriedly ran back to my room.

Sometimes when I refused to be too intimate with her, my mother's eyes would look as if she had suffered a great injustice, which always
softened my heart. She would often make me describe in detail my intimate moments with my girlfriend, otherwise she would ignore me
and threaten not to cook for me. Although I knew my mother wouldn't do that, I still couldn't resist her
coaxing , so I could only tell her about my sexual encounters with my girlfriend. She also told me that she had expressed
her own breast milk in front of me and made me drink it,

insisting that I watch her express it. Although I felt it didn't taste as good as store-bought milk, and
the milk was almost cold after my mother expressed it, I couldn't bear to refuse because of her happy expression. Besides,
my mother couldn't express a cup every day; sometimes she only expressed it once in a long while, so I didn't complain.

Later, my father gave my mother and me money for a trip, saying it was a reward for my good exam results. My mother suggested going
swimming in Hainan, and then looked at me with a playful expression, making me feel very uncomfortable. After Xiaomai and Laohei finished their exams,
they came to my house once, using the excuse that they were about to be separated from me. They did this while my dad was away on a business trip and I wasn't home. My mom didn't
give them a warm welcome, saying their relationship was over. In the end, Xiaomai and Laohei had to leave dejectedly.

I ran into them downstairs. Seeing their dejected expressions, I knew what had happened. My mom saw that I had just come home after
Xiaomai left, and fearing I might misunderstand, she insisted on explaining for a long time. Finally, I promised
to believe her, and she breathed a sigh of relief, even saying she would milk some milk for me as a reward. I was incredibly helpless.

My mom took me to Hainan as she wished. I remember it was a large bay, a huge place
I had never heard of before. My mom and I stayed in a hotel. After putting down our luggage, she couldn't wait
to drag me to the beach. Wearing only shorts and a long shirt, she insisted on changing into her swimsuit on the beach. I
was both amused and exasperated; it seemed my mom wanted me to fulfill my promise to take her out in revealing clothes. It was really beautiful there. It took Mom a long time to
find a spot away from the crowds to sit down.

After spreading out her beach mat, Mom became nervous. She gently bit her lower lip and slowly pulled down her shorts.
Underneath her clothes, there was nothing covering her; her fair and smooth legs were dazzling in the sunlight. Watching the fine sand
slide off her legs, one could imagine how clean and smooth they felt. However, because her casual top was long, it was
impossible for others to see unless they were paying attention. I was surprised to find that Mom had shaved her pubic hair. Her beautiful vulva was wet and shiny
, seemingly flaunting her allure. It seemed Mom was already feeling the urge. Mom didn't rush to change into her swimsuit.
She pulled her shirt down a bit, then bent over and asked me to help her apply sunscreen. I told her to do it herself, as I was going
swimming

. But Mom pretended that I was bullying her, as if she would
cry . At that moment, I really wanted Mom to turn back into the
adorable queen who only acted spoiled towards Dad and treated me with the respect due to an elder. Finally, unable to resist my mother's persistent pleading, I had no choice but to apply the sunscreen to her. I tried my best to avoid her sensitive
areas , but she
would mischievously slip away whenever my hand approached those areas, inevitably causing my hand to touch places I shouldn't. After several times, I lost my patience. I flipped my mother over so she was face down,
slapped her pert bottom hard, and sat on her to keep her from moving.

I quickly applied the sunscreen, during which time there were naturally weak struggles and soft scoldings from my mother, but
I ignored them completely. As a result, when my mother got up, she sat on me and started hitting me, yelling "You brat!" I could feel...
I felt my mother's vulva pressed tightly against my lower abdomen. She playfully rubbed against me a few times, laughing seductively
, and calling me a "naughty boy" as she playfully hit me. With each movement, her slippery vulva was frequently exposed to the sunlight. Some people
who saw us playing around said we were very affectionate. Because I'm tall and my mother looks young, it wasn't the first time we'd been mistaken for
an older woman and a younger man, but I didn't pay much attention. My mother changed into her swimsuit and went into the water with me. The swimsuit was conservative,
but it couldn't hide my mother's beautiful figure.

My mom and I went to a nearly deserted area of the sea. When the water level was just above her buttocks
, my mom took off her swim trunks and started playing in the water without any restraint. She completely disregarded
the fact that and kept sticking to me, jumping up and clamping her legs around me like an octopus.
Her smooth, pert buttocks were still so eye-catching against the fleshy sand. I couldn't resist touching her buttocks a few times,

which unexpectedly excited her. She pressed herself against me even more, rubbing her smooth genitals against me,
making me very embarrassed. I didn't dare look directly into her passionate and lustful eyes, and could only let her
rub against me for a while before pushing her away. However, my mom seemed very dissatisfied and wanted me to take off my pants too. Perhaps out of
guilt or something, I actually agreed to my mom's request. It wasn't until my mom mischievously gave my penis a hard stroke when she helped me take off my swim trunks that
I came to my senses. I backed down, but Mom wouldn't let go of my manhood,
so I had no choice but to let her do as she pleased. After a long while, I watched a milky white mass drift further and further away on the sea.

I couldn't contain my anger at being "hand-raped" by Mom, and I slapped her buttocks hard, leaving
a noticeable red mark. Mom cried out in pain, but then laughed when she saw my annoyed expression. Later,
a few white foreigners swam towards us. Mom wasn't wearing swimming trunks either. The foreigners saw Mom's bright red
labia and expressed their surprise at seeing an open-minded Chinese person, but they didn't make a big fuss. They
just swam on their own. Mom didn't seem interested in being naked in front of the foreigners; she seemed quite natural. She even pulled me
far away, saying she wanted to swim naked. When I said no, Mom whined, so I had no choice but to swim naked with her for a while before going back to
the hotel .

Finally, after swimming and returning to the hotel, the thought of all the stares Mom received made me feel disgusted.
Back in the room, Mom immediately took off her clothes and walked around naked. Later
, I got hungry and ordered two dinners. When the waitress knocked on the door, I glanced at my mother and gestured for her to get dressed, but
she ignored me and went into the bathroom. The waitress, a woman in her early twenties, deftly placed
the food on the table. Just as she was about to leave, my mother emerged from the bathroom, her fair and rosy
skin immediately catching the waitress's eye. The woman was clearly taken aback, then

hurriedly pushed the trolley out of the room, flustered. I gave my mother a helpless glare, and she playfully stuck out her tongue
. After dinner, my mother and I were both too tired to move, so we simply stayed in the room and slept. I don't
know how long I slept, but my mother woke me up and told me to get dressed and go out. I thought she wanted to go out and see the night view,
so I put on my beach shorts and a casual shirt and followed her out of the room. My mother was only wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

Stepping out of the hotel, I found myself surrounded by darkness, not a soul in sight. Checking my phone, I saw it was
already 2:30 AM. Ignoring my protests, my mother

dragged me to the park we'd passed that afternoon. As I expected, she stripped naked,
shoved her clothes at me, and pulled me along the path, looking quite content. The streetlights were bright,
casting a veil over her, making her stand out even more in the darkness. Her white high heels clicked
crisply on the ground, but she seemed unconcerned about being seen.
We strolled leisurely , occasionally whispering to each other, appearing happy and excited. Sometimes she'd hug a lamppost and
sway back and forth, striking provocative poses, while other times she'd playfully roll around on the grass, wanting me to pick her up.

Finally, tired, my mother and I sat on a bench under a streetlight. She
smiled , then began to masturbate. It was the first time I'd ever seen my mother masturbate. She gently kneaded her
breasts with her left hand, while her right hand rhythmically rubbed her genitals. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at me, seemingly trying to pull her large breasts
towards my mouth. I avoided her gaze and shifted my seat away from her. She seemed
displeased , suddenly sitting on my lap, her hips swaying back and forth, her wet genitals rubbing against my legs. At the same time
, she pressed my head against her chest. I could only take one of her tender nipples into my mouth and lick it a few times
before as a form of comfort

. Aside from when I was a baby, this was the first time I'd tasted those two little fleshy bumps. It had a
scent ; my mother's nipples were filled with a milky fragrance, the allure of a mature woman. My mother seemed to be extremely satisfied
, a radiant smile spreading across her face. Her movements became more vigorous, and moans echoed in the quiet night. When it was
all over, Mom was panting in my arms. My legs were wet and sticky, but still pressed against her lower body. I
told her to put on some clothes so she wouldn't get cold, but she didn't open her eyes and wriggled in my arms a few times in
protest, her lips pressed against my neck as she mumbled a few things before lying still again. It was late and chilly, so I had to slowly
help her put on her clothes. But Mom was completely limp and I had to help her back to the hotel.

The next day, after Mom woke up, she wouldn't let me get out of bed, pestering me to do it again. I was too lazy to pay attention to her,
so I got up and called the waiter to bring lunch. As soon as Mom heard that, she immediately took off her underwear, got up, and sat in
front of the computer with her back to the door, pretending to play. She even asked me to call the waiter to bring lunch to the room. I reluctantly agreed,
wondering what kind of "playing" Mom wanted this time. The waiter arrived shortly after. I wondered if the news of my mother being naked in front of
the waiter had spread,

because the waiters who came this time were all men. This was quite unusual for a hotel where there were far more female staff than male staff
, but my mother didn't put on any passionate performances. This time, it was also a young man with a buzz cut. As my mother had instructed, I had him
follow me to push the food into the room. As soon as the young man came in, he noticed my mother sitting naked in front of the computer.
His eyes widened immediately, and then he remembered that I was there. He turned around in a panic and asked me where to put it. I
pointed to the computer desk and told him to put it there. His eyelids visibly twitched. He must be so happy, I thought disdainfully.

Mom was still pretending to be engrossed in the computer screen when the crew-cut young man cautiously approached her.

When he placed his food tray across her chest, Mom seemed to notice someone in the room.
Her reaction was natural; she leaned back slightly,
as , but I knew she actually wanted him to see more clearly, and for herself to see
him too. The man was quite bold; he glanced at me, and seeing I wasn't paying attention, he continued
to stare at Mom's impressive breasts right in front of her. Mom was excited, her skin flushed. She stood up,
revealing her private parts, which had been hidden by the table. Now the crew-cut young man's gaze had a new focus;

his eyes seemed to want to pierce into her slightly muddy path. Without the pubic hair covering her,
Mom's lower body was truly beautiful; no wonder the man was so captivated. The mother gracefully walked to the bedside, picked up
the trousers she had just taken off, and slowly put them on. She lifted one leg, completely exposing her most beautiful feature, then
slowly lowered her foot. The mother knew how to play to her strengths; her movements weren't particularly slow, but as she
faced the crew-cut young man while putting on the trousers, she intentionally kept her small feet still, only moving her thighs. Her delicate,
exquisite feet, like precious exhibits, lingered in front of the crew-cut young man for a long time. The man, as expected, stared
intently at the small feet before him

. This time, realizing we wouldn't mind, he boldly admired her, asking if we needed anything else, and if the food
was good. My mother responded, and then they started chatting. He asked where we were from and told
us about fun places to visit. I occasionally chimed in. Throughout this, my mother was only wearing lace underwear and acted very naturally. The
man didn't look at my mother with a lewd gaze, only glancing at her occasionally. After a few minutes of chatting, the crew-cut man
couldn't hold back any longer and asked my mother if she wasn't afraid of being seen and would feel uncomfortable. He also asked me why I let my wife
dress like that in front of strangers. I smiled and didn't say anything. My mother didn't answer him directly either, only saying that we were used to it

. Being seen didn't feel like a loss for her, so she took off the underwear she had just put on, even spreading her
legs, saying that if he liked it, he could see. The crew-cut young man was honest and unceremonious, intently looking at every inch of her skin,
while she lay on the bed making small talk with him. After the crew-cut young man left, she masturbated,
feeling very aroused, and reached orgasm quickly. She lay on top of me, saying that this was the first time she had been so bold.
Knowing I was there and that she wouldn't be coming here again, she couldn't help but expose herself a little too much. I knew that was
true, and I also found it very exciting. Because she had had her fill, she didn't have the desire to expose herself anymore, and
behaved herself until we left.

My Expository Mom 3

To escape Lao Hei and his gang, Mom decided to move to the city where I was studying and live with me. She
might not be able to come back for a while, so she and I went to Grandpa's house to visit him. When we arrived at Grandpa's house,
Mom's eye-rolling continued. Mom was so awful. It's a long way from our house to my maternal grandfather's house. My mother
drove me here, and it took three hours, including the highway, several national roads, and some side streets. The weather was also very hot.
When my mother was driving, she only wore a shirt she wore at home on her upper body and a pair of cotton underwear on her lower body. My mother
no longer wears the sexy lingerie that Lao Hei bought for her. Actually, I know that my mother really likes it,

but she doesn't want me to recall her unpleasant past with Lao Hei. In fact, I secretly bought a few sets
to give to my mother, but I didn't give them to her while we were in the car. My mother can only wear her old cotton underwear now. Mom drove
for a long time, then suddenly needed to pee but had nowhere to relieve herself, so she held it in. When they reached a section of national highway flanked by rice paddies, she
saw no one and hurriedly got out of the car and ran into the paddies.
It was comical to see her running out with her bare, white legs exposed. Soon, I heard the sound of water. I thought Mom probably didn't have any tissues, so I deliberately put on my headphones (which do
n't and pretended to listen to music. After a while, Mom called for me to get her some tissues

. She called for a long time but couldn't hear me because of the headphones, so she started pacing around anxiously. Finally, she squatted down in desperation.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw that she had used her underwear to wipe herself clean. Before she could even stand up, I closed
the car door. After wiping herself, Mom threw her underwear away, bent over to cover her bare lower body, and came to the car, only to find
the door closed. She hurriedly called for me and banged on the window. I couldn't keep up the act anymore, so I simply pretended to be
helpless . Mom was extremely anxious, her bottom exposed. Later, a farmer in the distance heard our commotion
and came over to investigate. He discovered a beautiful woman without pants.

Even from a distance, I could see the shock on the farmer's face. It wasn't until he seemed to be calling for someone that I
realized the gravity of the situation. I quickly got Mom into the car, and I drove off as fast as I could.
Mom seemed terrified, crying and hitting me. I kept comforting her, apologizing, and only stopped
crying when I took out the sexy lingerie I'd bought. However, she then demanded to play with my penis. So, my poor
little thing endured Mom's kneading the whole way to Grandpa's. Even after ejaculating twice, Mom
still wanted to hold it in her hand. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have put it in her mouth. But I couldn't accept that, so I didn't
let her have her way. That's why Mom kept rolling her eyes at me, her cheeks puffed up in anger.

My maternal grandfather lived on the edge of the village, beyond which lay a wide open space and railway tracks. I heard
my mother often played there as a child. When my mother drove to his house, perhaps knowing there were few people around,
she got out of the car and called out to him without even putting on her pants. She even went to the trunk to get her luggage and
the things she'd bought for him. I forgot to mention, I used to visit him at his house in town. He was some
kind , and only returned to the countryside after retiring.

Old people are often nostalgic, and they prefer a quiet place to live. So, I'd only heard that my grandfather and
mother used to live in the countryside, but I'd never actually visited him. Hearing my mother's voice, my grandfather came out of the house. I
saw my mother wearing only the thong I'd bought her, and her white shirt, already soaked with sweat and practically transparent
. I wondered how my grandfather would react. But to my surprise, Grandpa didn't seem to care at
all

. He just told Mom not to stand outside naked, then happily patted my head and said I'd grown taller. He took
the things from Mom's hands and led Mom and me inside. The house was a two-story building, shaped like an L.
To the right of the house was a small bungalow, which served as a tiny bathroom. In the middle was a large courtyard. My mother went inside and skillfully walked towards the bathroom. With her back to me and my grandfather, she took off all
her clothes in the courtyard . From behind, we could clearly see half of her breast, her slightly sweaty bottom, and her alluring private parts. I think my jaw must have dropped to the floor. I looked at my grandfather, feeling incredibly embarrassed by my mother's actions. But my grandfather didn't seem to notice anything amiss. He even walked ahead of my mother, went into the bathroom, turned on an old-fashioned water heater, and explained to her face-to-face how to use it. When my mother turned around, she noticed my strange expression and realized I didn't know how she behaved at home before. She playfully made a face and stuck out her tongue at me. Later that evening, my mother told me that she had always been like this at home . My mother often sat naked in the courtyard to cool off. My maternal grandmother was still alive then. Seeing that my mother was in high school and still dressed like that at home, she forced her to pay more attention to her clothing. However, my mother remained casual at home, though she stopped going naked there. She didn't want to feel embarrassed when guests were home. But changing clothes and showering without closing the door were still common occurrences in front of my grandparents. My mother slept wearing only her underwear . Even in high school, my mother was afraid of rain and thunder at night. Knowing this, my grandmother would let her sleep in my grandfather's room with him. Sometimes my grandmother would also stay with my mother. The three of them would sleep in bed, my mother half-naked in the middle , hugging my grandfather, while my grandmother would stroke my smooth back and tell me stories to lull me to sleep. This continued until my mother was in high school. I think my grandparents must have loved my mother very much, perhaps because she was their only child. My grandfather and I were exchanging pleasantries in the main building when my mother came out of the bathroom. As if showing off dragged her wet body to the oak chair between my grandfather and me, took a towel from her bag to dry herself, and her small feet in slippers were placed at an angle on the floor, her toes slightly curled – quite beautiful. Her pert breasts swayed gently. My grandfather looked at my mother and remarked that my father treated her very well, so she didn't look old at all; her breasts (my grandfather's term for her breasts) were still perky, and her genitals hadn't darkened. He said that some women of my mother's generation no longer cared much about what others thought of their bodies because they had suffered so much from life; they were all getting old, their breasts sagging, their genitals...

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