The Alluring Mother's Feet (1-4) Author: fothil

The Alluring Incident of a Beautiful Mother's Jade Feet

Author: fothil
Word Count: 10603
(I)

His mother's shoe cabinet was overflowing with high heels, each one higher than the last. He knew, of course, that his mother was a
renowned beauty, and that she always loved beauty, but were so many high heels really necessary?

Lost in thought, his hand unconsciously reached for the second shelf of the shoe rack, picking up a pair of
black peep-toe high-heeled sandals his mother had just changed out of that day. He slowly brought the peep-toe to his nose, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled the last vestiges of
his mother 's beautiful feet. There was a faint fragrance, likely
the perfume from his mother's stockings, mixed with the scent of leather, intoxicating him.

He couldn't help but recall his mother's fair, jade-like feet, the wonderful
night she had been drunk not long ago, and the black stockings with a hole in the crotch that his mother had left behind. A
fire immediately burned within him.

His name was Chu Yang, a freshman at a university, tall and strong. His mother's name was Zhao Tingting, 39 years old,
and she was a teacher in the Chinese Department of this university. They lived in a staff housing building near the university. Chu Yang usually
lived in the school dormitory with his classmates and occasionally went home.

That day was Saturday night, and he had nothing to do at school, so he went home. No one was home; his father was often away on
business trips, which he was used to. But his mother didn't have class today, so why wasn't she home? He couldn't
help but think about it. He often heard rumors about his mother at school, saying that she
dressed up like a vixen and went around seducing men while her husband was away.

Although he believed these rumors were unfounded, he still felt uneasy. He absolutely refused to believe that his
mother was that kind of person. Sometimes, Chu Yang would think that even if his mother really was that kind of promiscuous
woman , it didn't matter; she was still his beautiful and gentle mother, irreplaceable.

Chu Yang went back to his room, closed the door, and turned on the computer to go online. After playing games for a while, seeing that
his mother still hadn't returned, he felt bored and habitually opened a hidden folder on the computer's hard drive.
There were many adult films there, including his favorite incest movies. He randomly opened a video
file ; it was an American incest film. He cautiously turned the volume down to the minimum, glanced towards the door
to make sure it was safe, and then relaxed to watch the mature woman and her son rolling violently on the wide bed.

After a while, he felt an unbearable swelling in his lower body, so he rushed to the bathroom to relieve himself.
But when he got to the bathroom, the volcanic lava inside him just wouldn't come out. He tried to masturbate several times, finally managing
to squeeze out a few drops of milky liquid. Chu Yang stared blankly at those few drops of milky white liquid, lost in thought.

Actually, Chu Yang knew an easy way to quickly ejaculate that milky white liquid, but
with increase in the number of times he used it and the increase in age, he suddenly felt an increasingly strong
sense of guilt about that habit. He used to like to masturbate with his mother's clothes; he was very fond of the scent of his mother on the clothes.

What was that scent? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was probably a faint scent of perfume mixed with a subtle body
odor. Those clothes had been in close contact with his mother's body, giving them a distinctive smell. To capture the most
authentic scent, he paid special attention to his mother when she changed clothes
. Her bras, panties, stockings, high heels, and even her silk pajamas lingered in his mind's eye. Often at night, after his mother finished showering, he would pretend to urgently need to use
the bathroom and quickly occupy it, searching for his beloved items in the washing machine.

He would carefully find his mother's silk panties, knowing that the scent was strongest there, and most
irresistible to him. He would carefully spread open that small piece of silk fabric, quickly locating the small
area covering her genitals, meticulously examining the remaining secretions. Then, he would close his eyes in ecstasy, carefully
inhaling the scent. It was sour, mixed with a distinct odor of urine.

Sometimes the scent was faint, sometimes strong, but as soon as he smelled it, his penis would immediately react,
his mind filled with close-up images of his mother's genitals. In fact, he hadn't actually seen his mother's private parts, but he had seen
women's genitals in pornographic films, and he figured they were all pretty much the same. Light brown labia majora, tender, fleshy
pink labia minora, and very little hair along the slit in the middle—thinking about these things made him feel a surge of heat rush to
his head.

As Chu Yang was lost in thought, the sound of a key turning in the lock brought him back to reality.
His mother must be back, he thought. Just as he was about to go out to greet her, the door opened, and a man's voice came through:
"Tingting, are you feeling better?"

Chu Yang was startled. Why was there a man?

Then he heard a woman's incoherent voice: "Ugh, ugh, thank you, Director Li…"

Before she could finish, her mouth seemed to be gagged, and she tried desperately to break free but
to no avail. Chu Yang immediately understood—the woman was his mother. What happened to his mother? Chu Yang felt his blood rush
to his head . He wanted to rush out and see, but instinctively he didn't move. He wanted to hear more details; he desperately wanted to know
what would happen next.

The door slammed shut, and the sounds of their struggle grew louder. Chu Yang silently opened the door
a crack, just enough to see a tall, burly man pressing his head down to kiss his mother's lips. His mother's
face was flushed, her hair, once neatly tied up, was now loose, her eyes glazed, and she stumbled backward,
trying to escape the man's indecent assault.

Suddenly, his mother cried out in alarm, startling Chu Yang in the bathroom. The man was clearly
startled as well, immediately stopping his groping. It turned out that during her struggle, his mother had lost her footing and twisted her ankle
in her high heels. She gasped to the man, "Director Li, please don't do this, my ankle is twisted,
it hurts so much… I told you in the car… don't do this at home… my son will be back soon, if he sees this…
no… it's not good…" Her voice was weak, as if she were talking in her sleep.

Seeing this, the man adjusted his glasses and said, "I'll take you to the bedroom…" He then reached out to
pick her up.

Chu Yang then recognized the man's face; it was Director Li from his mother's office. Hearing Director Li's words,
his mother quickly shook her head and struggled to go to the bedroom herself. Director Li persisted, grabbing his mother's arm.
He reached for his mother's arm and said, "Let me help you to the sofa to rest for a bit, and I'll massage your feet."
Without another word, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa, then knelt down beside her feet,
lifting her right foot and asking, "Is this the right foot?"

His mother frowned deeply, looking like she was in pain, and nodded with her eyes closed, saying, "
Hurry up, I'm drunk… my son will be back soon, it won't look good if he sees…"

Director Li didn't seem to be in a hurry. He slowly lifted his mother's foot, gently
stroking . Chu Yang noticed that his mother was wearing sheer flesh-colored pantyhose
with white stiletto sandals, both elegant and incredibly alluring. Seeing Director Li's intrusion on his mother's
beautiful feet, Chu Yang couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower body, a volcanic eruption almost bursting forth.

Director Li gently stroked the mother's feet, which were covered in stockings, with his five fingers, moving from the instep to the toes,
gently pinching each one. His breathing suddenly quickened, and his face flushed red. He spoke in a
dazed tone, as if talking to himself, or perhaps recalling something:

"Tingting, do you know what attracted me most to you at first? It was your beautiful feet.

Back then, all the other female teachers in the office wore high heels and stockings, but you were the only one who insisted on wearing high heels
every day , and those ten-centimeter heels at that. It really drove me crazy
.

I liked to sneak peeks at your feet from my seat. Your feet were not only fair but also
very well-maintained, tender like a teenage girl's. I dreamed of touching your feet back then… Tingting, tell me, does your husband lick them every night? Have you ever used your feet to give your husband 　　pleasure
…?"

Inside the room, Chu Yang listened to Director Li's shameless words of love, feeling a surge of embarrassment. He
glanced at his mother sitting on the sofa; her face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly in
a state between sleep and wakefulness, oblivious to Director Li's words.

Chu Yang stared intently at his mother's silk-stockinged feet in Director Li's hands, feeling a wave of shame. This
erotic scene was something he had always longed for, but Director Li had beaten him to it. His lower body felt
uncontrollable; before he could react, a volcanic eruption of pleasure washed over him, followed by an erection that soaked his athletic
shorts . He knew he couldn't leave now, only... It was best to stay in the bathroom and observe.

At this moment, Director Li had already removed his mother's right high heel. He began kneading her silky, delicate foot with his hands
while greedily licking the instep with his tongue. After licking the entire instep,
he eagerly took all five of her silky toes into his mouth and sucked on them. He opened his mouth wide enough to take most of her
silky foot inside.

After sucking on her toes for a while, until he felt there was no more taste, he reluctantly lifted his mother's foot,
covering the sole of her foot entirely with his face, and while inhaling deeply,
he breathed heavily. Finally, even... He didn't even spare Mom's heels, tearing at her
stockings .

Throughout this, Mom remained limp on the sofa, head bowed and unresponsive. But when Director Li
started tearing at her heels, she suddenly let out a soft groan and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

At this moment, Mom seemed to wake up a little. Seeing Director Li busy at her feet, she suddenly didn't know
what to do. She quickly pulled her feet back and whispered, "Director Li, please go back. If you keep disobeying me,
I won't talk to you anymore."

Hearing Mom's charming words, Director Li seemed to snap out of his trance, stood
up , and looked rather unnatural. At this moment, Mom spoke up: "What are you still standing
there . I'm so sleepy, I'm going to rest."

Director Li skillfully walked to the shoe rack, picked up a pair of women's high-heeled slippers, kissed them heavily, and
then put them on Mom's feet. He smiled and said, "Even your household slippers are high-heeled. What a slut!"

(II)

Director Li skillfully walked to the shoe rack, picked up a pair of women's high-heeled slippers, kissed them heavily, and
then squatted down. Mom obediently raised her feet, and Director Li patiently put the slippers on Mom's feet one by one. Finally,
he smiled and said, "Even your household slippers are high-heeled. What a slut!"

Having watched the entire process of Director Li wantonly molesting his mother's silk-stockinged feet in the bathroom, Chu
Yang didn't know whether his mother was powerless to resist or acquiesced to this perverted and lewd violation. Would his mother enjoy Director Li's
wholehearted massage of her feet, which had been busy all day, with his mouth and tongue? Chu Yang even thought about this maliciously.

Regardless, Mom betrayed Dad, and she betrayed herself. In Dad's eyes, she was a beautiful, charming
, well-educated, gentle, and considerate wife; in his eyes, she was a beautiful, gentle, dignified,
elegant , and fashionablely sexy mother.

But the ugly scene on the living room sofa just now completely shattered Mom's previous beautiful image. Although
she seemed drunk and unconscious, she shouldn't have let some sleazy man bring her home in the middle of the night. She might have
already been raped in the car, and when she got home, she let that man kiss her feet
without any resistance!

Chu Yang grew angrier and angrier, and also felt a little regretful: when Mom was forcibly kissed by Director Li at the beginning, he was
already furious, feeling as if his own dignity had been violated by his mother's assault, but
for some reason, he remained unmoved and didn't rush out. Perhaps he had a premonition of
what .

To confirm his suspicions, Chu Yang, with a sense of schadenfreude, allowed his mother's feet to be freely fondled.
He figured if it weren't so late and he wasn't worried about being discovered, especially by himself, Director Li might have done more than just
fondle ; perhaps… Chu Yang dared not think further.

While Chu Yang was lost in thought and self-pity in the bathroom, Director Li half-dragged, half-carried his mother into
the bedroom. When Chu Yang peeked out, the living room was empty. His mother's bedroom was also dark and
silent ; he wondered what the two were doing inside.

Just as Chu Yang was wondering, a loud burst of music suddenly came from his mother's bedroom—a popular Chinese pop song.
The phone rang with a promotional ringtone. Chu Yang jumped in surprise. Listening closely, he heard Director Li answer the phone
with a Honey... I'm on my way. I had a few drinks, so I stopped to get some fresh air and let
the alcohol dissipate. Don't worry, I'll be right back... Okay, okay, bye!"

It was Director Li's wife calling to check up on him. Is it late now? Probably just past nine?

Damn, Director Li's been at my house for almost an hour. He's got some nerve. Chu Yang thought. Just then,
a slightly resolute voice came from the bedroom: "Go back. My son comes home every Saturday. It
's not good for him to see..."

Director Li, perhaps realizing he'd been at Teacher Zhao's house too long, obsequiously turned on the air conditioner for
his , straightened his clothes, closed the bedroom door, and reluctantly said,
"I'm leaving now. See you at school!"

A while after Director Li left, Chu Yang tiptoed out of the bathroom, carefully making sure his mother didn't hear
him. He deliberately stopped in the living room, squatted
down near and examined it closely, hoping to find some clue.

Sure enough, there was a barely perceptible wetness where his mother's buttocks had touched—probably
the vaginal fluid from Director Li's stimulation. What exactly was the relationship between his mother and Director Li? How
far had it progressed? How could he have known nothing about it?

As Chu Yang pondered this, he gently opened his bedroom door and entered his room. He collapsed weakly onto the bed,
the scene he had just witnessed replaying vividly in his mind like a movie, causing him immense pain
and humiliation.

He had heard rumors about his mother before, but he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and dismissed them as
baseless gossip . But now, having caught his mother and his boss
openly engaging in illicit relations in their own living room—even if it was just foot licking—it confirmed the rumors about his mother.

Chu Yang's mind went blank. He desperately wanted to go to his mother's bedroom and wake her up to ask her directly. He
knew his mother wouldn't do this without reason; she must have her reasons. Actually, if it was just foot licking, it wouldn't be
so bad ; he and his father weren't particularly conservative or feudal. But what if it wasn't?
Chu Yang didn't dare think further.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he suddenly wanted to check on his mother. She seemed to have drunk quite a bit tonight; she
was probably fast asleep by now. Thinking of his mother, for some reason, his little brother suddenly
stood erect , probably awakened by the lewd image in his mind of his mother's fleshy toes going in and out of Director Li's mouth.

Unconsciously, he arrived at his mother's bedroom door. The door was ajar, and he hesitated, unsure whether to go in
. He suspected his mother wasn't fast asleep. What would he say if she found out? After a moment's hesitation,
he mustered his courage and quietly pushed open the door. The moment he stepped inside, Chu Yang felt
a sudden, inexplicable joy, almost shouting out: "My lewd mother, I'm here!"

Heavy breathing came clearly from the bed; it seemed his mother was fast asleep. Chu Yang tiptoed closer to
the bed, carefully examining his mother. His mother was curled up on her side, like a lazy kitten.

She was still dressed; her usual black tight-fitting dress clung tightly to her rounded hips,
outlining a perfect curve.

Seeing this, Chu Yang felt an immediate arousal. Her top was rolled up, looking somewhat disheveled, and
her breasts were unintentionally covered by her hands, revealing a large, rounded mound. Chu Yang's gaze finally settled on
his mother 's legs. Her legs were perfectly proportioned, her calves without excess fat, and her skin fair. Now
, tightly wrapped in flesh-colored silk, they were incredibly alluring, making one want to hold them in their arms and caress them at first sight.

Chu Yang kept swallowing as he looked. He had never had the opportunity
to examine his mother's body so closely before; this was the first time. He moved closer, squatted down, and looked at his mother's feet. As the saying
goes: "If you're not looking for sexiness, look at the feet."

From childhood, he was always beside his mother whenever she changed her shoes. At first, he didn't think much of it, but later, as his sexual awareness awakened, he suddenly found his mother's shoe-changing movements incredibly alluring. He began to pay attention to
women this is probably where his foot fetish originated. His mother's feet were neither too fat nor too thin, her ankles slender, her skin
fair and smooth, with faintly visible veins, long toes, and smooth, rounded toenails. In Chu Yang's mind, his mother's feet
were simply a work of art.

Chu Yang's gaze traveled upwards along her feet, feeling both excited and delighted. His eyes finally settled on
the center of his mother's tight skirt—her private parts, which he had never seen before. Chu Yang now desperately wanted to bend
down , lift the hem of his mother's skirt, and see that place, that long-desired
, lush, dark forest.

He ultimately didn't do it, worried that waking his mother from her deep sleep would make things unmanageable. But
his sleeping mother possessed an even more alluring charm than usual, and as he gazed at her, he felt a surge of heat,
large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Unconsciously, his hand reached for his mother's small feet; the water stains on her right foot, licked by Director Li, had long since
dried. He tentatively and gently held his mother's left foot, warily observing her reaction.

He carefully caressed the soles of his mother's stockinged feet with his palm; the beautiful feet he had longed for were finally before
his eyes.

He gently pinched each toe encased in the stockings, noticing that some parts of her toes were slightly flattened
from frequently wearing high heels, but fortunately, it didn't detract from their beauty. Her toenails, adorned with
a pale rose-colored nail polish, stood out strikingly against the stockings.

After caressing his mother's entire foot, Chu Yang, without thinking, stuck out his tongue and began licking the soles of her feet without restraint
. Because it was summer, his mother's feet smelled quite sweaty, but that suited his taste. The sour
smell of sweat... [link to webpage]... He was completely captivated by the unique scent of his mother as a mature woman.

At first, he licked carefully and slowly, but later his tongue moved in and out faster and faster, his breathing
became more and more rapid, his shorts were already bulging high with his little brother, his lower body was unbearably swollen, and a warm current in his abdomen seemed about to
gush out.

In the moment when Chu Yang was lost in passion, his mother's little foot suddenly moved unnaturally in his hands, and Chu Yang
was startled awake from his daze. Opening his eyes, he saw that his mother had gently turned over, from a side-lying position to a supine
position, her breathing still even and long, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, wetting her bangs. Chu Yang secretly
breathed a sigh of relief: a false alarm! Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly heard his mother mumble, "
So hot, so hot...

so hot?" Chu Yang looked up suspiciously at the air conditioner blowing cold air out from above, but he
didn't . However, his mother's face was covered in sweat, and her upper body clothes were also soaked with sweat, making her look
even more alluring.

At this moment, Mom's hands began to grope unconsciously, trying to tear off the buttons of her skirt
to let some air in. She didn't open her eyes. Seeing she couldn't unbutton it, she started twisting her body and frantically
pulling up the already short skirt, until half of her white buttocks was exposed, revealing a large section of her
milky-white lace panties.

Chu Yang froze, stunned by his mother's large buttocks suddenly exposed before him.
His lower body, , immediately reacted, filled with a mixture of joy and fear. Joy at finally seeing his own
mother's large buttocks, fear that his mother might suddenly wake up and find him beside her bed, something he couldn't explain. These two
conflicting emotions intensified Chu Yang's excitement, his penis already bulging against his pants.

Chu Yang held his breath, staring intently at his mother, scrutinizing her from head to toe, not missing a single
detail. Only tonight did he realize that his mother was even more alluring and seductive than he had imagined.

She was a woman who loved beauty and paid great attention to maintaining her figure. Even at thirty-eight, she still
looked curvaceous and alluring, no wonder so many men openly and secretly coveted her. Her large
buttocks completely filled out her skirt, forming a beautiful curve.

Looking at her, Chu Yang felt an overwhelming joy: Haha, Mom, you're mine tonight
! During the day you're my mother, but at night you're a beautiful and delicate woman,
a woman . Watch how I play with you!

Chu Yang thought cruelly, which made him feel a little better, and prevented him from
being afraid to act because she was his own mother. Besides, his little brother had been swollen for so long, and he had to find
an explanation with his mother. But where to start? He had only played with one foot so far, so he would start with his mother's alluring feet
, letting her feet clamp his penis, and his first shot would be on his sexy mother's feet.

Chu Yang had made up his mind, so he carefully leaned closer to his mother, preparing to make his move. Besides,
his manhood was already ready to be unleashed.

(III)

That wonderful Saturday night, his mother drunk and unconscious, and Director Li taking advantage of him
were still vivid in Chu Yang's mind as he was lost in memories. About a month had passed. What Chu Yang regretted
was that he was burning with lust that night and intended to insert his penis into his mother's vagina. Just then, he suddenly
heard his mother say incoherently, "Husband, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

These words, full of remorse, were like a bucket of cold water poured over Chu Yang's head, making him much more sober.
He suddenly realized that there was an insurmountable ethical chasm between him and his mother. He did have a thousand
thoughts about having sex with the sexy and voluptuous mature woman in front of him, but unfortunately, this mature woman was his own
mother who had given birth to him and raised him. He was too young to bear the sudden sense of guilt.

So that night, he did nothing, silently closed his mother's bedroom door, and went to the bathroom to
masturbate. After masturbating, he instantly became fully awake. Thinking about
what , he even felt a little scared.

Nevertheless, Chu Yang didn't sleep a wink that night. His mind was filled with his mother's white, fleshy
body, especially her dazzlingly white, slender legs, blood-red nail polish, pink toes, slightly bulging
veins insteps, and delicate ankles—all of which he wanted to see clearly in his dreams, but he couldn't make them out.

When he woke up in the morning, Chu Yang felt a cool sensation in his lower abdomen. He reached down and touched it; it was sticky. He had had

a wet dream. Chu Yang felt a little embarrassed and was about to get up when there was a knock on the door: "Yangyang,
are you up?" It was his mother's sweet voice. For some reason, Chu Yang suddenly felt that his mother's voice sounded particularly sweet
and had a special magic that made him feel itchy inside.

Worried that his mother would come in, Chu Yang hurriedly covered himself with a thin blanket before calling out,
"I'm up, I'm coming out now." He grabbed a tissue, wiped himself haphazardly, slipped on shorts and a t-shirt, and then went
out.

His mother looked somewhat tired from drinking the night before; her hair, though washed
, smelled of shampoo. She was wearing her usual loose, soft casual clothes, looking
rather languid, yet the fullness of her chest still exuded an undeniable mature allure.

Seemingly realizing her son was watching her, Zhao Tingting asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yang had been comparing his current mother to the one from last night, and upon hearing her question, he immediately realized
his lapse in composure and quickly said, "Nothing, Mom, you don't seem to have slept well last night..."

A hint of panic flashed in Zhao Tingting's eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "You had a social engagement last night. What time
did ?"

"I went out to sing karaoke with my classmates yesterday and came back very late. When I got home, you were already asleep,
so I didn't want to disturb you." Chu Yang finished his carefully prepared explanation, and seeing the relieved expression on his mother's face,
he felt a pang of unease.

"Okay, go wash up and have breakfast. I bought some steamed buns."

"Okay."

Chu Yang went into the bathroom to wash up and suddenly noticed a wad of old newspaper in the wastebasket next to the toilet. He wondered
: Why would old newspaper be thrown here? He couldn't help but pick out the newspaper and unfold it layer by layer,
revealing . Wasn't this the pantyhose his mother wore last night?

Chu Yang patiently unwrapped the stockings, bit by bit. The wrinkled stockings were badly torn.
When fully unfolded, Chu Yang froze: the crotch was ripped into a large hole, and
something shiny was faintly visible around the hole—perhaps semen?

Chu Yang swallowed hard, a surge of emotion rising in his lower abdomen; the familiar feeling from last night returned.
"Mom , what have you been doing behind Dad's and my back?" Chu Yang felt both humiliated and curious.
His mother was still home. Without time to think further, Chu Yang crumpled the stockings back into a ball and put them in his pocket.

He never threw those stockings away. Every night when he masturbated, he would take
them out, examine them closely, and then carefully lay them on his face, the crotch facing his
nose. Doing this always made Chu Yang feel as if his mother was sitting on his face, with the crotch right in front of his nose.

This little action caused Chu Yang, restless and agitated during puberty, to ejaculate violently for several nights. Day after day,
he felt his interest in his mother's naked body growing stronger, and many times he couldn't resist the urge to lift her skirt to see what was inside,
but ultimately he restrained himself. Whenever he was alone with his mother at home, Chu Yang would subconsciously stare at her buttocks and
crotch , wondering what kind of alluring scenery that mysterious world held.

At the same time, keeping those tattered stockings, Chu Yang had another plan. He wanted to investigate
the whole secret of his mother's infidelity; he felt he couldn't remain in the dark any longer.
When start their affair? What unspeakable things did they do behind his father's and his back?

Chu Yang was furious whenever he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more determined he became to find out the truth.

Although he wasn't a student in the Chinese Literature department where his mother studied, Chu Yang
had He'd heard friends from the department mention Director Li during school events; Director Li
was described as handsome and refined, with impeccably groomed hair, always dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, exuding an air of
authority , which earned him the favor of many girls both inside and outside the department.

Of course, the Director Li Chu Yang met that night was nothing like that. At least, Chu Yang didn't find any refinement
in the Director Li who had groped his mother.

Since that night, Chu Yang liked to go home whenever he had a spare moment, hoping to find some clues.
However, for the past month, his mother hadn't done anything suspicious except for still coming home late every night.

One night, Chu Yang sensed something was amiss as soon as he opened the door. Not only was there a pair of men
's leather shoes on the shoe rack, but although his mother's bedroom door was closed, faint, heavy breathing could be heard
coming from inside.

Chu Yang suddenly felt a surge of excitement: "I've finally caught you, Mom! Let's see how you hide it this time!"

He tiptoed towards the bedroom door, pressing his ear against it and holding his breath to listen to the sounds inside.
His mother 's panting mingled with the man's, and Chu Yang felt a sudden heat in his temples. It was the first time he
had heard his mother's panting so clearly and up close during sex; the panting was like a tide, rising and falling in waves
.

Finally, Chu Yang heard his mother suddenly let out a long, drawn-out cry: "Ah! I'm going to die! Ah!"

The man's breathing quickened, and then the room was quiet for a moment before the man's voice came: "Satisfied
? Wife, I've given you all the essence I've saved up for over ten days..."

Hearing this man's voice, Chu Yang froze, then felt a pang of disappointment.

It was his father's voice! So Dad's back...

The two inside started chatting casually, Mom's coquettish moans drifting in occasionally. Though he couldn't hear
clearly , it still made Chu Yang feel incredibly aroused. His penis was already erect, bulging uncomfortably against his shorts. 　　Chu Yang desperately wanted to know what was happening inside: how big was Dad's penis? Would Mom lick Dad's penis? Mom's breasts were so big, they must feel amazing to touch... The more Chu Yang thought
about it, the more uncontrollable he became 　　. 　　He should have installed a hidden camera in Mom's bedroom, Chu Yang suddenly thought, an idea forming in his mind. He couldn't listen anymore; the two inside might come out soon. He had to leave quickly, pretending he hadn't been back. Besides, he had something to do outside. Yes, he'd buy a high-definition hidden camera. 　　Chu Yang, taking advantage of the early hour, quickly hailed a taxi to the electronics market. He gritted his teeth and spent several hundred yuan to select a pinhole camera. After carefully consulting the shop owner about the installation method, he nervously packed the device into a black plastic bag headed home. 　　On the way back, Chu Yang kept thinking about where to install it in his mother's bedroom. 　　Actually, he had secretly spied on his parents during their intimate moments, but he was too young to understand such things back then. Now , for some reason, after listening at the door once, he felt addicted. He wasn't content with just listening from the outside; he wanted to see for himself whether his usually dignified mother was truly wanton in bed. 　　Before, he wouldn't have dared to even consider such a thing, but now he did it without hesitation. Since that night, the dignified and beautiful image of his mother in his mind had crumbled, making him feel that his mother was not just a mother, but also a seductive woman every man wanted to sleep with. 　　And his mother was indeed exceptionally beautiful, with a pretty face and a great figure. Once a person's unwavering moral convictions crumble, they are capable of anything, no matter how outrageous. 　　It was past nine when Chu Yang got home. When he opened the door and saw his father, he pretended to be nonchalant, but a slight awkwardness lingered. His father seemed completely oblivious, but a flicker of panic . Chu Yang quickly went back to his room and hid the black plastic bag before speaking. 　　"You didn't even tell me you were coming back! Have you eaten?" his mother scolded. 　　Hearing that they hadn't eaten, his mother hurried to the kitchen to cook. Only Chu Yang and his father . His father looked a little tired, but still cheerfully took out the gifts he had bought from out of town and gave them to Chu Yang, chatting casually with him as usual. 　　But the more his father acted this way, the sadder Chu Yang felt. He didn't know whether he should tell his father about his mother and Director Li . Therefore, no matter what his father said, he only gave vague replies, his mind preoccupied with Director Li 's affair and trying to find a suitable opportunity to pack the newly bought gifts.

Chu Yang quickly finished his meal and went back to his room to go online. He then took out the pinhole camera he had just bought that day
and started tinkering with it. After some time, Chu Yang went to the bathroom and, passing by his parents' bedroom, deliberately
paused at the door for a moment, straining his ears to listen. He could hear nothing, yet there seemed to be
a faint rustling sound. Undeterred, he pressed his ear close to the crack in the door and finally heard
a

faint sigh and the creaking of the mattress under intense pressure. They were at it again! Absence makes the heart grow fonder, no wonder, Chu Yang thought, and quickly ran to the bathroom
to relieve himself. After urinating, Chu Yang specifically checked the washing machine drum to see if his mother had just changed her clothes.

Unfortunately, only his own clothes were inside; his mother had already washed the day's dirty clothes. Holding it
in all night was quite uncomfortable; Chu Yang felt a warm current surging within him, but he couldn't release it.

Back in his room, he couldn't sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts of his parents' filthy affairs. How could he possibly fall asleep
? Unwilling to give up, he pretended to get some water, casually glancing at the balcony. Finally, he saw it.

His father's clothes were hanging on the clothesline, and of course, his mother's as well. He easily spotted
his mother's large bra and lace panties. Carefully lifting the lace panties, a colorful strip of fabric caught his eye. His
heart pounded. Tonight was his lucky night—it was a thong! When did his mother start wearing thongs?

That night, Chu Yang went to great lengths to avoid soiling his mother's underwear. He even had a dream. In his dream,
his mother, wearing the thong and large bra he was now holding, walked seductively towards him, smiled at him, and
without hesitation, sat on his face with her large, white buttocks, her vulva right in front of his nose. In that instant, the whole world
was filled with fragrance.

His mother's jade-like feet gripped his penis, causing it to swell and swell until he
ejaculated all his semen onto her feet.

(IV)

She felt the large hand begin to touch her calves intermittently. Those hands
were withered and rough; they must be a man's hands. The fingers cautiously probed her calves first, then
withdrew . She didn't open her eyes, perhaps because she vaguely knew who the man was. Sure enough,
the hand then became unrestrained, covering her smooth calves with its entire palm and caressing them back and forth. It lingered on her calves
for a while, then moved up to her knees, then her thighs, where it stopped again. The tingling sensation
grew stronger and stronger, but she still didn't open her eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but frown, exhale a long breath, and
make a move to curl her legs up. The hands immediately withdrew, and the man's breathing became clearly audible; it was indeed a
man. Pretending to be asleep, she could even feel the man's burning gaze
scrutinizing her from head to toe , scrutinizing every inch of her skin.

The next day at noon, as usual, she took a nap in her room. The fourteen-year-old, being cautious, locked the door from the inside,
thinking she could finally sleep soundly. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she vaguely heard
the click of the lock opening and immediately woke up, but it was too late; the man was already at her bedside. Although his footsteps
were barely audible, she still heard them. After waiting for a long time, the man didn't make a move; she could feel him watching her. She
was so nervous that she broke out in a sweat, beads of sweat running down her neck and soaking the back of her shirt.
What would she do if he tried the same thing again? The small girl curled up into a ball, feeling both afraid and helpless. But after
a long while, the man still didn't move. Finally, she heard him sigh softly, quietly open the door, and leave.

For the next few days, during her afternoon nap, the person didn't bother her. She remained cautious and wary, knowing even with her eyes closed whose hands they were. Only one day, before nap
time , she felt incredibly sleepy after lunch, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She went to
her room early for her nap, falling asleep as soon as she lay down on the mat. She didn't know how long she slept, but suddenly she felt the
hand on her calf reappear. This time, it seemed even more audacious than the first time. The hand firmly grasped her ankle, probing upwards
until it reached her thigh, its fingers slipping through her skirt and trying to explore further.

She felt a burning sensation all over her body and wanted to scream, but her head was heavy, her limbs weak, and she couldn't open her mouth or
eyes. She could only instinctively twist her body. The twisting had a slight effect, but the man's hand didn't probe deeper, stopping at the girl's smooth, silky thigh. After a while, she felt her left foot
being gently lifted by the man; her foot was still wearing short stockings. The man used his other hand to stroke the stockings back and forth, carefully pinching the five toes tightly wrapped in
the stockings That tingling sensation instantly traveled from the sole of her foot to
the back of her head, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Soon, she felt something wet and warm moving on the sole of her stocking, accompanied by the man's increasingly heavy
breathing. She immediately knew that it was his tongue licking the sole of her foot wrapped in short stockings. He
licked slowly and patiently, not even missing between her toes, his tongue relentlessly probing and sucking,
then moving to the ball of her foot, the heel, and finally, like a worm, crawling up the instep. Her
stockings were already soaked with saliva. He then ripped off her stockings and
sucked on half of her foot. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, and she felt her body burning with heat;
her was already drenched in sweat.

Soon, the stockings on her other foot were also pulled off, and she could feel the heat of his
mouth . Her ten toes, licked in and out of his mouth, were already slippery. When both her feet
were gripped in his large hands, she initially struggled, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. Finally, she
gave up. Her body felt like a furnace, the heat almost melting her. She futilely
twisted small body, hoping to escape this nightmare. Then, the man's enormous body, like a
mountain, suddenly pressed down on her, dark and heavy…

Zhao Tingting jolted awake, sitting bolt upright, her face covered in sweat. She rubbed her eyes and saw… on the opposite wall…
The clock struck 3:30 a.m. It was just a nightmare. Why another dream like this? She
thought blankly, turning her head to see her husband snoring beside her, still fast asleep. Since she couldn't fall asleep anyway, she
leaned against the bed, trying to recall the nightmare.

She knew that what she thought was a dream wasn't really a dream, because the events in the dream had actually happened to
her, more than twenty years ago. She was a young girl then, an innocent and naive age, inexperienced
yet seemingly understanding a little about relationships. But at the time, she couldn't understand why that man
was so fond of her feet, so sweaty and dirty. She still vividly remembered that noon,
the moment he shoved her little feet into his mouth, the overwhelming shame she felt.

After that first time, that shameless man repeatedly
groped , never sparing her smooth, white feet, until she grew up
and left the family. The man, of course, could never have imagined that his act of assault would completely change the girl's
life . But that's another story.

The past was too painful to recall. Zhao Tingting stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly sighed. Her husband snored
loudly beside her, and she suddenly felt empty and lost. Thinking back to
the scene of making love with her husband in the room last night, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Perhaps due to the immense work pressure, her husband, Chu Qiang, although in his prime and full of
vigor , had not been as capable in bed as before. Before, he could take her
at least three times a night, and each time she had to pretend to cry and beg for mercy before he would stop. But now, although he
was eager , he just couldn't get an erection.

At the time, she didn't say anything, but leaned down and gently took her husband's limp penis into her mouth. After taking
it in, her husband suddenly jerked, and moved, gently brushed her hair aside. She spat out
his penis again, her nimble tongue swirling around the glans. She knew it was her husband's sensitive area, and of course
, she knew it was a sensitive area for many men. Her husband's penis finally swelled up little by little, and she felt a warm current flowing through her lower body, as if
encouraged . As Zhao Tingting sucked on her husband's penis, she
thought: A man's penis is truly a strange thing. Before you've experienced it, you think it's dirty, but once you feel
its beauty, you become obsessed with this hard, hot thing.

While sucking, Tingting didn't forget to glance at her husband, only to see him with a very satisfied expression.

She suddenly felt a little angry: He only cares about his own enjoyment; when has he ever considered my feelings? Thinking this,
her mouth didn't stop at all. After carefully licking his penis, her tongue quickly moved down, sucking on
her husband's testicles with great effort. His testicles went in and out of her mouth. Chu Qiang lay flat on the bed, enjoying his wife's
small mouth and admiring her intoxicated expression, his hand idly stroking Tingting's hair, completely unaware of
what his wife was thinking. Zhao

Tingting sighed softly again, determined not to think about it anymore, but an erect penis involuntarily surfaced in her mind . It wasn't her husband Chu Qiang's penis, but another man's. Zhao Tingting herself couldn't explain what she felt for that man. It was the 　unparalleled, secret pleasure he had brought her, and of course, it wasn't just pleasure, but something else entirely. As Zhao Tingting thought about all this, she suddenly felt sorry for her husband. He was very good to her, devoted to the family. Aside from his frequent business trips, he was truly wonderful; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to marry him… 　　Sure enough, Chu Qiang stayed home for less than two weeks before going on another business trip. He said the place was quite remote and he probably wouldn't be back for another month. Zhao Tingting didn't say anything, but a faint sense of loneliness crept into her heart. Every day , she went to work and came home as usual. She noticed that her son, Chu Yang, had recently started coming home unexpectedly, not talking to her, and would just disappear into his room, doing who-knows-what. Work was already stressful enough for her , and she didn't bother to ask. She thought her son was growing up and should have his own privacy, just as she had hers. As for what kind of privacy it was, it all started a few months ago. 　　A few months ago, the Chinese department organized a two-month 　　training course on "Reciting Classical Chinese Texts to Enhance Corporate Culture," targeting CEOs from all over the country. It was said to be very lucrative, with a considerable training fee . 　　Many female colleagues in the department were eyeing the position, hoping to be selected as a training instructor. However, it was clear that the number of spots was extremely limited, with only three available, while the Chinese department had eleven teachers, making the competition fierce. 　　Zhao Tingting, of course, was not to be outdone. She had spent a considerable amount of time preparing her trial lecture materials, eager to try her luck. But one day, when she inadvertently saw her female colleague Hu Xiaomei's toes being held in Director Li's mouth, her heart suddenly sank, and she felt that she had little hope. Hu Xiaomei was about the same age as her, but more outgoing. She was naturally alluring, with an oval face and almond-shaped eyes. Every day, she dressed flamboyantly. Even in her thirties, she wore hot pants and high-heeled sandals all summer long, making all the men in the teaching building drool. 　　In the office, Zhao Tingting and Hu Xiaomei got along quite well. Tingting initially often wore low-heeled or flat shoes, and although she had several pairs of high heels, she rarely wore them to work. One day, Hu Xiaomei said to her, "Your white and delicate feet are such a shame not to wear high heels. I happen to have a pair of newly bought high heels that I haven't worn much. You can borrow them if you don't mind." Tingting wanted to refuse, but in the end, she couldn't resist Xiaomei's enthusiasm, so she put on the 11cm high, light green, openwork, metal buckle peep-toe high-heeled sandals. She stood up and took a few steps , and somehow, the whole world felt different. Even Hu Xiaomei, who was not usually one to praise people, said, "Your feet and high heels are a perfect match. I'm even tempted to wear them." 　　On her way home from work, almost all her male colleagues and male students glanced at her feet , pretending to be casual. Zhao Tingting suddenly felt a special sense of pride, and it felt wonderful. When she got home, she stuffed all her flat shoes on the shoe rack into shoe boxes and put them in the storage room, ignoring them for the rest of the time. She then took advantage of the weekend to go to the mall and buy several more pairs of high heels.

Of course, this was all just a side story.

That evening, she worked overtime until 7:30 PM before heading home. Halfway there, she suddenly remembered
she'd left her apartment complex access card in her office drawer, so she quickly hailed a taxi and rushed back. Finally arriving at the office building,
many rooms were still lit. She hurried upstairs; the building wasn't tall, so there was no elevator. Her high heels
clicked crisply on the stairs, echoing throughout the stairwell. Whether from her haste or the high
heels , she suddenly slipped on her right foot and twisted her ankle, wincing in pain. With no other option,
she took off both heels and carried them in her hands. Without stockings, her bare feet made no sound on the slightly warm
marble floor.

They worked on the fourth floor, so she had to climb step by step. On the third floor, she met Professor Zhang from the physics department.
Seeing Tingting carrying her shoes, he asked her what was wrong and offered to help her. Although Tingting didn't agree, she felt a small warmth
in her heart . Finally arriving at the office, she found it deserted. She quickly grabbed her access card and headed out.

As she locked the door, she noticed the light was still on in Director Li's room down the corridor.
Curious that picked up her shoes and quietly went to check.

Director Li's office door was tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn, but a
small . Tingting casually peeked through the crack to see if anyone was inside.
What she saw made her gasp. Hu Xiaomei was reclining on Director Li's leather sofa, her black high-heeled
sandals scattered on the floor. Her two slender, white legs were raised high, her right foot held in Director Li's hands as he knelt at the other end of the
sofa , while most of her left toes were in his mouth. Director Li was making soft
moaning sounds as he sucked on her, like a wild dog that had been suppressed for a long time.

Tingting could hardly believe her eyes. Her best friend and her
respected boss were engaged in such a despicable act. She suddenly realized that Hu Xiaomei
was doing this to secure a training instructor position. A pang of unease
gripped her. She glanced inside again, and was startled to see Hu Xiaomei also glancing
out , meeting Tingting's gaze. Hu Xiaomei's expression shifted slightly, then she gave a defiant, contemptuous
smile and asked, "Comfortable?" Director Li made a whimpering sound in response.

Tingting, outside the door, heard everything clearly. She knew she'd been discovered; Hu Xiaomei's question was directed
at her. Panicked, she ignored her sprained right ankle and hurried downstairs, terrified that
Hu Xiaomei and Director Li would catch up.

All the way down, Tingting was filled with anxiety: Had they discovered me? Maybe not? What if they
had ? Before she knew it, she had arrived home, only to feel a sharp pain in her right foot. She took a deep
breath and opened the door, bumping into her son, Chu Yang, standing there, seemingly doing something. Chu Yang saw
the look of panic on his mother's face and asked, "Mom, you're back? Why are you so late?"

Tingting limped into the house, and before she could answer, her son screamed, "Mom, did you sprain your ankle?"

(To be continued…)

I love these kinds of incestuous stories with high heels and stockings, especially the ending, it's so suggestive. Great story!! A story of incest with high heels and stockings, well written, please continue, eagerly awaiting the ending. The son might be a little perverted, actually liking his mother's underwear and high heels, so perverted! It looks so exciting, I hope the author continues to update. Another incestuous story about a mother and son. The plot is tense and exciting, looking forward to updates. The erotic descriptions are so-so; it would be better if there were fewer "ahs" and "ohs." I love incest and stockings stories; they're so exciting! All my favorite elements are gathered together. The green mother in stockings and high heels are so stimulating! I support the author's incestuous stories; jade feet have always been my favorite. Thank you, author!

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