My Mother Supported My Schooling (Completed) Author: zgy5242

My Mother Supports My Schooling

Author: zgy5242
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(1)

The weather was still very hot at the end of August. School started tomorrow, and tuition fees were due. At noon, I went to
the massage parlor where my mother worked to collect the tuition fees. In order to earn more money, my mother had not been home for several days.
There were no . My mother and several of the other women in the shop were chatting and waiting to serve customers.

My mother came to the city from the countryside to work a few years ago. At that time, she told her family that she was working as a waitress in a restaurant,
but soon rumors spread in the village that my mother was working as a prostitute. I knew that a prostitute was a woman
who made money . I never believed it. In my impression, prostitutes were all seductive women dressed in a flamboyant way. How could
it be my mother, a rural woman who was almost 40 years old?

When the Spring Festival came around at the end of the year, Mom bought a lot of things to bring home for the New Year. As soon as she returned, the house
became lively. Dad, my little sister, and I were overjoyed, needless to say. The aunties and older women from the village
came over in groups of three or five every day to chat with Mom. They would huddle together, laughing and joking, sometimes
whispering mysteriously. But the first thing the villagers always said to Mom was, "Young lady,
you've become even younger and more beautiful after being away for a year!"

I noticed it too. Mom's face was much fairer and smoother than before. She had drawn her eyebrows and applied
lipstick, making her look at least ten years younger than other women of similar age in the village. Especially when Mom took off
her thick down jacket and wore only a thin fleece top, her chest was full and her bottom round. I
couldn't help but think to myself, if Mom looked like that, she would be quite attractive to men.

Not only did the village girls and wives come to visit, but also some uncles and elders would come to our house during the off-season to sit and
chat with my dad about this year's harvest. They would keep glancing at my mom, and she would busy herself getting
them cigarettes and water. Her breasts would jiggle and her hips would sway as she moved, making their eyes practically
burn with desire.

After dark, the visitors would gradually leave, and my dad would urge my sister and me to go back to the west room to sleep,
not even letting us watch TV. I was 15 years old then, about to graduate from junior high. Originally, my dad and I slept in the east room, and
my sister slept alone in the west room. Now that my mom was back, my sister and I shared a room. The east and west rooms were separated only by
the kitchen, their doors facing each other, so we could hear everything my parents did in that room very clearly.

The lights had barely been turned off when Dad and Mom started having sex. The sounds of their bodies colliding were
loud and frequent . Mom hadn't been back for over six months, and Dad's anxiety was palpable. Later, Mom started moaning softly,
her voice both seductive and wanton, making me uneasy and unable to sleep. I reached down and found my
penis was hard and erect.

Dad and Mom in the other room weren't done yet; they whispered and laughed for a while, but I couldn't hear
what they were saying. Then Mom started moaning again, and Dad started having sex with her again. I lay on the kang (heated brick bed)
, barely daring to breathe, pretending to be asleep, my heart pounding with anxiety.

At that moment, I noticed that my younger sister, lying on the other side, was also having trouble sleeping. I wondered
what she was thinking, hearing all this noise. I rolled over and snuggled up next to her. She was 13, two years younger than me.
It was that winter that I started touching her body.

First, I slipped my feet under my sister's blanket. She pretended to be asleep and ignored me. I
rubbed my feet against her legs; they were cool, smooth, and slender. When I reached my hands over, she hurriedly pushed
me away and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. I felt a pang of shame and hesitated, but my mother
's hoarse moans from the other room strongly stimulated me. I pulled hard on her
blanket and stretched my legs under it as well.

She tried to cover herself, but when I touched her round, plump breasts, she gave up resisting and
whispered fiercely in my ear, "Shameless." I chuckled lewdly and squeezed her breasts;
her nipples were hard and uncomfortable. Emboldened, I reached between her legs, and this time she
resisted fiercely again. But having already lost control of her breasts, she couldn't protect her vagina either.

To my surprise, my sister had grown a lot of pubic hair. When I stroked the pubic hair between her legs, she
shyly covered her face with the blanket. Later, she said that it was all because she heard Mom and Dad making noises that her body
felt weak and sore, which made me feel comfortable. I realized that if I had wanted to fuck her then, she would have agreed. But
for those days, I was only satisfied with reaching under the blanket to touch her. I didn't dare to do anything further.
I was afraid of making too much noise and letting my parents hear, and I was also afraid of getting pregnant because I had no experience.

A few days later, my sister finally touched my penis. Her little hand grasped my thick and hard penis,
and I could feel her body trembling with nervousness. I touched her genitals and found that they were very wet. My
fingers gently slipped into her vulva, and my sister made a soft moan, but it was
as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Summer arrived in the blink of an eye. I graduated from junior high and was ready to go to high school. My mother insisted on supporting me through
university , perhaps because she had seen more of the world over the years and understood the importance of knowledge and education. Because she was worried about
the quality of education at the town's high school, she arranged for me to attend a boarding school in the city. So, I came
to the city to study near my mother.

When she saw me arrive at noon, she complained with concern: "Why didn't you come in the cool morning? It's scorching hot
outside !" My mother's colleagues greeted me warmly and offered me fruit.

My mother had brought me here a few days ago. The sign outside read "Xiafei Massage Parlor." The interior wasn't very large.
Behind the reception desk were seven or eight massage rooms separated by wooden partitions. Each room contained only a bed and a cabinet, so small
that only two people could fit inside. They usually massaged customers here, but these past few days, my mother had been working
too late and had been sleeping there.

All the money I'd saved was in the card. Mom gave me the card and told me to go to the nearby bank to withdraw the money myself. Aunt
Yan Yan saw me about to leave and stopped me. She said to my mom, "The bank is closed for lunch, and it's so hot outside
. Let Longlong rest here and cool off before you go." Aunt Yan Yan and my mom had a very good relationship.
I often mentioned her. Before I came, my mother shared a room with her.
Because I was coming, my mother rented a new room closer to the school for me.

The room was air-conditioned, and it was indeed cooler than outside. Hearing Aunt Yan Yan say this, my mother smiled and agreed,
saying, "Yes, yes, I didn't even think of that. Longlong, you see, your Aunt Yan Yan really knows how to care for you." Then my mother
led me to her room in the back.

Aunt Yan Yan looked to be about thirty-four or thirty-five years old. She was quite plump, and her short-sleeved shirt looked
tight . Her exposed white arms and thighs under her short skirt were round and plump. She chuckled again, "Later
, you'll see how much I care about Longlong when I give him a massage."

Several aunties laughed. Another auntie also laughed and said, "Liqun is his own son, how could he not
care for him? It's embarrassing for you." Then they laughed even louder.

I followed behind my mother and walked inside. My mother was wearing a short-sleeved pullover and denim shorts. She
was much fuller than when she was at home. I noticed that her bra strap had left deep indentations on her back.
The shorts only reached her upper thighs, revealing her exceptionally plump, white, and round legs. The waistband of her shorts was
ridiculously low, almost digging into her buttocks, and the lace thong underneath couldn't hold up her bulging flesh,
with nearly half of it exposed.

I came to the city around August 10th. My mother told me to come early to familiarize myself with city life so
I wouldn't look clueless at school. At first, I was indeed a bit disoriented, especially seeing how scantily clad
the women . So, my mother no longer made a fuss about covering herself
in front of me . 　　Sometimes she would only cover her chest with a towel and ask me to wipe her back. When I got to her waist, my hand, through the towel would brush against the soft flesh of her buttocks. After I finished wiping her, her baggy pajama pants would always slip down to her buttocks, exposing half of her bottom. But now, seeing my mother's swaying buttocks in front of me felt very special. 　　I immediately thought of my mother's profession; she was a prostitute. She would sway her big white buttocks like that, leading one strange man after another into her little room. And then what would happen? This thought excited me so much that when I entered my mother's small massage room, which was only three or four square meters, she noticed my flushed face and thought I had heatstroke. She had me lie down on the bed and turned to pour me a pot of cooled tea. 　　The massage room was so small. When Mom bent over to pour water, her buttocks were practically sticking out of the bed. I glanced over and saw that not only were her two large, white buttocks almost completely exposed from her low-rise underwear, but I also saw her slightly darkened butt crack. My already hard penis almost burst through my pants because of this. Mom must have noticed it when she handed me the water. I was lying on the bed, and my thin summer pants couldn't hide the size of my erection. I felt a little embarrassed. 　　What made it even more embarrassing was that Aunt Yan Yan brought in a bowl of washed strawberries. Before she even spoke, I could tell from her giggling laughter that she must have noticed the bulge in my crotch as well. Mom took the bowl, and Aunt Yanyan smiled and said to her, "By the way, it's still early. You stay here and keep Longlong company while he gets a good sleep. It'll be fine 　　for him to go later." Hearing her strange tone, Mom pinched her and laughed, "You silly thing, can't you talk properly? All you do is act all horny." 　　Aunt Yanyan was plump, so Mom's pinch didn't bother her; she just laughed even louder. Mom ignored her, picked a strawberry and put it in my mouth, then sat down against the headboard. Mom gently stroked and said, "Longlong, let Mom massage your head. Relax. If you're sleepy, take a nap." 　　Aunt Yanyan also sat down at the foot of the bed, next to my legs. As soon as Mom finished speaking, she quickly said, "That's not right. You're massaging the wrong places. Longlong definitely won't relax." Then she giggled again. 　　Mom was both amused and annoyed, and spat at her, "How do you think you can press it correctly?" 　　Aunt Yan Yan held my leg, looked at me with smiling eyes, and asked, "Longlong, do you think what Auntie said is right?" I didn't know how to answer when I heard voices outside, followed by someone calling Yan Yan. Aunt Yan Yan responded and went out. Mom said that there might be guests. Immediately, Aunt Yan Yan called from outside again, "Li Qun, Li Qun." Mom told me to wait a moment and got up to go to the front as well. 　　After a while, Aunt Yan Yan came back with a smile and said to me, "It seems I really have to keep you company today. This customer is only scheduled for your mother to get a foot massage, no one else needs one." 　　My mother followed behind Aunt Yan Yan, and said somewhat awkwardly, "How about we discuss it with the customer again? Look, Longlong is here, I..." 　　Aunt Yan Yan interrupted her, "Oh, what's the big deal? Let Longlong lie down over there for a while, you do your work, it'll be over soon, you'll make money and not upset the customer, and they'll be hoping to come back often next time." 　　Not wanting to delay my mother's work, I quickly got up and said, "I'm not hot anymore, let's go to the bank now." 　　My mother pulled me and said, "Okay, don't rush, let's go to Yan Yan's place and rest a bit, I'll attend to the customer ." 　We sat on the sofa in the front hall, and Aunt Yan Yan and I went to her room. I saw my mother greeting the customer. My mother's voice was soft and charming. The man was a refined young man in his early thirties. I heard my mother call him "little brother." This "little brother" was following behind my mother, just like I had just done. I walked past Aunt Yan Yan's door to my mother's room. Her door was open, and my mother glanced at me. Then she carried a wooden basin of steaming water over quickly. 　　I heard my mother close her door, and Aunt Yan Yan closed hers as well. I had been listening intently to what was happening on my mother's side, and now a slight look of disappointment crossed my face. Aunt Yan Yan sat down beside me, gently massaging me with her soft little hands. Seeing my focused expression, she smiled and teased me, "Longlong, do you want to hear your mother's voice from over there?"

I chuckled but didn't say anything. My arms were around her waist; her breasts were so round and plump that I couldn't even grab them with my hands
. When she spoke to me, she leaned in front of me, her two large, round breasts pressing against my chest. I
peered through her neckline, and the two white mounds of flesh were clearly visible. My hands couldn't reach her breasts from behind,
but I couldn't hold back any longer. I softly called out "Yan Yan" and reached under her skirt, kneading her plump,
thick buttocks. The feeling of my hands being full reminded me of my mother's swaying, round buttocks.

Aunt Yanyan moved even closer to me, as if she knew what I was thinking.
She whispered in my ear, "Longlong, tell Auntie, has Liqun ever given you a massage at home?"

A little nervous at her question, I hesitated and said, "Yes, he did. He just massaged
my head, didn't you see?"

Aunt Yanyan shrugged. "You little rascal, you know that's not what I'm asking." She shifted her
body, her hand reaching between my legs, covering my erect penis, and whispered lewdly, "
Has your mother ever massaged here?" I quickly shook my head. Aunt Yanyan intensified her rubbing, and I felt
my penis throbbing uncomfortably in my pants. Aunt Yanyan leaned forward, unbuckled my belt, and said with a smile, "Your mother never
massaged you, let Auntie massage you."

I couldn't help but ask, "Do you massage here too?"

Yanyan glared at me, "Just pretending." When my pants came down, my thick, long penis
stood erect, and Auntie couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!" She immediately grabbed it and started stroking it . I felt
good too, so I reached into her bosom. Aunt Yanyan unhooked her bra, and her two large, white breasts were so big I
couldn't even grasp them with one hand.

I lifted her shirt, wanting to see her breasts, and Aunt Yanyan knelt down, holding her plump
breasts close to my face. Auntie's breasts were large, but her nipples weren't big or dark in color, standing upright
like cherries. I had heard from my mother that Aunt Yanyan was divorced and had never had children. I suckled at her
nipples, kissing them alternately. Aunt Yan Yan moaned softly, pulling my head close to her chest. My face was buried
in her full cleavage, my mouth and nose pressed against her plump breasts. For a while, I almost suffocated.

Later, Aunt Yan Yan and I lay side by side on the bed. She skillfully and gently stroked my penis with her hand, while I caressed
her breasts. Aunt Yan Yan whispered in my ear, "Longlong, have you ever fucked a cunt?" My

hand, which was holding her breast, dared not move. I nervously shook my head, "No, I haven't."

Aunt Yan Yan leaned closer and pressed, "Not with your mother, and not with any other women either?"

I was still afraid to admit it. I was afraid Aunt Yan Yan would ask who I had fucked, and I really couldn't tell her.
Seeing me shake my head again, Aunt Yan lay down, took one of my hands, and guided it between her legs, saying
excitedly , "Come on, my little Longlong, touch Auntie's pussy."

My hand slipped inside Aunt Yan's panties; it was warm and moist. As I ran my fingers over the fine pubic hair, Aunt Yan's
plump vulva was already slippery and muddy. My fingers teased her labia; it seemed as if I were inserting them into her
body , but it felt more like she was swallowing them whole. I thought of my younger sister. I had secretly slipped
my hand between her legs like this at night. My little sister's genitals were dry and tight; even when wet, it was only a little bit of fragrant fluid, unlike Aunt
Yan's overflowing state.

And what about Mom? What was that refined brother doing with Mom right now? Was there
a hand between Mom's legs too? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask Aunt Yan, "Auntie, do you massage your clients
like this?"

Aunt Yan held my penis, her eyes slightly closed, and said, "Does it feel good for you to be touched like this?"
I hummed in agreement. Yan Yan added, "When we massage customers like this, they feel comfortable and that's why they pay more
."

I said "Oh," and then asked, "If my mom massages a customer's feet like she does now, wouldn't they
pay ?"

Aunt Yan chuckled at my question, turning to face me. "Sweetie," she said, "you've been coming to your mom's
place for so long, why don't you try it with her? Don't let your mom 's
appearance fool you, Auntie's telling you, she'll agree to anything you want." She moved closer to me, whispering lewdly in my ear, "
Liqun is a real slut."

Hearing her say that about my mother, I felt a pang of displeasure. Aunt Yan continued her lewd laughter, kissing my
earlobe. A moment later, she stuck her tongue out and licked my cheek, my ear, even
sticking it inside my ear canal. The strange pleasure made me moan involuntarily. After Aunt Yan
stopped, she whispered in my ear, "Was it good?"

I nodded, hoping she would continue. Aunt Yan asked again, "Do you know how your mother does foot massage?... She
licks people's feet, even between their toes, so it feels so good."

Aunt Yan's words surprised and excited me—my mother licks people's feet?

Aunt Yan noticed how shocked I was and continued, "Not only does she lick, but she also lets people play with her cunt with her feet."

Like that... really like that? I was stunned by what Aunt Yan revealed. I thought to myself:
what's between my mother's legs isn't someone's hand, but a foot.

(To be continued)

(2)

—On the first day of school, the new environment, new knowledge, new classmates, everything was so new that I was overwhelmed.
Even after school, I was still excited about integrating into this new life.

My mother had already returned early and was busy in the kitchen. She had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the small room
was filled with the aroma of the dishes and a warm and happy feeling. I asked Mom what she was doing, making so much delicious food.
Mom smiled and said, "My eldest son is now a high school student! We have to celebrate!" During the meal, I
kept telling Mom about my school day. She listened with a smile, her eyes shining, and asked me
how my teachers and classmates were doing. She seemed just as curious as I was about everything. But
what happened yesterday when I went to withdraw money seemed so distant. I remembered that after withdrawing my tuition fees yesterday afternoon,
my bank card was still in my bag. I hadn't given it to Mom, so I took it out and handed it to her, saying, "Yesterday when I left
, I saw that the customer hadn't left yet, so I didn't call you… I didn't drink alcohol, Mom, I only bought me a drink; but…"
A blush crept onto my mother's face, perhaps to hide her momentary embarrassment. She got up,
grabbed her backpack, and pulled out a thin wad of cash, handing it to me along with the bank card: "Longlong,
keep the card. Sometimes when I'm not home, you can buy yourself some food;

and you'll often need to pay school fees, so just withdraw the money yourself." I took the card, feeling my mother's deep love.
I stammered, "Mom, you work hard to earn money, I promise I won't spend it recklessly." My mother seemed to realize something, and
her face flushed again. I picked up my glass of sweet juice: "Mom, you've sacrificed so much for me, I
promise I won't let you down. I'll study hard and repay you a thousandfold in the future." My mother's face was red, and
tears welled in her eyes: "Silly child, my precious Long'er, as long as you're successful in the future, I'll do
anything willingly. What more could I ask for?" My mother's voice was soft: "Son, as long as you know that
I earn money for you and for our family, and you understand me, I'll be content." I
nodded vigorously, gently stroking my mother's shoulder. I felt closer to her, and I wanted to
hug her tightly.

Later, as we ate, I put food in her bowl, and she put some in mine too, but she
held it to my lips.

After dinner, I started doing my homework and reviewing my lessons, while my mother quietly cleaned up the kitchen. Time passed by unnoticed
. When I finished my homework, Mom was still awake. She had already made my bed and, seeing that I was still full of energy,
she moved a stool and sat down beside it. Mom skillfully massaged the acupoints on my head, saying it would help with brain health and
relieve fatigue. I used to drift off to sleep with her gentle massage like this, but this time, her
massage made me feel like I was back in the past. Just like Aunt Yan Yan said, Mom was massaging the wrong places.
What Yan Yan said later, and what happened, had greatly changed my mind. With Mom sitting by my bed,
I could no longer fall asleep peacefully. Mom was wearing pajamas, her breasts faintly visible. I placed one hand
on her thigh, and through the thin pajama bottoms, I could feel her soft, warm thighs. Mom,
seemingly unconcerned , continued to gently stroke my forehead, her two fair and rounded
arms peeking out from the loose sleeves of her pajamas. I wanted to say something to Mom, so I softly called out, "Mom." My mother lowered her hands, looking at me questioningly.
A little embarrassed, I asked, "Mom, when you're giving a massage, you're dressed so revealingly. Won't the customer
molest you?" My mother gasped, seemingly sensing the teasing tone in my question: "Am I dressed revealingly?" She
smiled and countered, adding before I could answer, "Mom's so old, who would want to molest her?" My hand
stroked my mother's legs, saying, "Mom isn't old at all. That customer yesterday didn't seem very old either.
Didn't specifically ask you to massage him?" Hearing me mention yesterday, my mother no longer seemed indifferent;
a faint blush returned to her face. She pointed to the wad of cash she had just handed me and whispered, "
That man was quite generous; he gave a lot of money." I smiled, looking at my mother, and said, "That's because you gave him a good massage." I
remembered Aunt Yan Yan's words: customers only give more money if they feel comfortable. My hands were massaging my mother's legs, I
could already touch the inside of her thighs, and I could even feel the warm, moist breath between her legs. I felt
my voice change: "Mom, how do you massage a customer? Tell me, Mom, please tell me?" My mother
's legs gripped my hands tightly, and I felt a surge of warmth and tenderness.

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