【Baby Mom Lan Feifei】(Original title: The Alluring and Seductive Mom) Chapter 1

(I)

It was very hot. Because it was still summer.

I was very thirsty, because it was indeed very hot.

So, I wanted to buy an ice cream.

"Sister, buy me a Chocola." I casually stuck out my tongue and handed the money to the supermarket clerk. I was so hot that

I kept fanning myself with my collar

, trying to get some cool air in. The clerk handed me the Chocola, which was emitting a cool mist. I wiped the sweat from my face and looked at

the tempting and familiar wrapper. I was so happy that I felt like I was addicted to drugs. I couldn't wait to tear open

the wrapper and quickly stuck out my tongue to lick a big bite of the uneven chocolate shell.

"Ugh...so good..."

The coolness and sweetness of the chocolate on my tongue instantly made my soul feel like it was being elevated. The feeling

was as intoxicating as when the actresses in the AV movies had an orgasm. Even the exclamation I made changed tone.

"Hehe, hahaha, little girl, you should be mindful of your image when eating popsicles. Haha." Suddenly, a soft, coquettish, mature woman's voice came

from beside me . The voice carried a deliberately drawn-out, alluring quality, making my

heart flutter.

I turned my head sharply and saw a tall, slender young woman standing beside me. And a

stunningly beautiful woman who almost made me drop the popsicle.

There's a kind of creature called a vixen.

For some reason, the first word that popped into my mind when I first saw this woman was

"vixen."

She wore a tight-fitting gray-black suit, an unremarkable outfit that was

made , especially her slender, willow-like legs, so delicate I wondered

how they connected to this beauty's upper and lower body. The young woman, wearing high heels, was about 1.75 meters tall, even

taller than me. Her proportions were astonishingly perfect. Her clothes pushed up high, creating two strikingly firm bulges

that made anyone's mind race, wondering what those enormous breasts looked like beneath the fabric!

The young woman's lower body featured exceptionally long and perfect legs; her skirt only reached about twenty centimeters

below . Her legs, clad in black sheer stockings, gleamed silkily in the sunlight

. Those long, alluring legs almost tempted me to reach out and touch their smooth, supple softness. Her

small feet, encased in black stiletto sandals, were even more alluring than any leg model on TV. No!

Not just a leg model, but a bust model! She could totally be a model! Beneath her long, jet-black hair was an

incredibly face. I admit, I was mesmerized, because she was simply too captivating. She was indeed very beautiful, so beautiful that

any man couldn't help but stare. Those soft, almost bewitching phoenix eyes looked at me with a smile

, yet their gaze held an unreal allure, like a delicate, playful hand

teasing my heart with a haughty yet charming touch. Her rosy lips curved slightly upward, a sweet

smile playing at the corners, making my heart itch. It wasn't feigned; it was

the . This woman looked to be only around thirty, but her unique aura—a charm that only

time's refinement and the haughty aloofness of a true beauty could possess—was alluring, and every gesture carried

a seductive air. A naturally alluring vixen—that was the only way I could describe this

stunning beauty who exuded temptation from head to toe.

"Uh…uh…sister…I, I'm a man…" I stammered.

The fox-like beauty was clearly taken aback by my words. Then, her captivating eyes scrutinized me

for a moment , before she gracefully covered her mouth with her delicate, bamboo-like hand and chuckled, "Oh, so you're

a boy! Sorry, I'm so sorry. Hehe, you're so pretty, like a little girl." As she spoke, her

firm breasts trembled slightly with her laughter, and her alluring aura sent

a surge of masculine heat through me!

My name is Liu Zixiao, I'm 15 years old, and a Taurus. I am indeed quite pretty. My gender has been

misunderstood since I was little. In middle school, when we learned the line "How can one tell if I am male or female?" from the poem "Ballad of Mulan," almost

everyone looked at me with a sudden realization. Our class's biology representative even nicknamed me "Butterfly."

At first, I didn't understand what it meant, happily assuming that the beautiful biology representative had a romantic

crush on me. Later, I learned that butterflies are hermaphroditic. I remember when I first entered junior high school, my first time

in the boys' restroom caused quite a stir. Everyone was frantically trying to dress themselves, pulling up their pants, a bunch of

teenagers rushing out like castrated piglets, finally yelling, "There's a female pervert, teacher! A female

pervert is in the boys' restroom!" At first, I didn't understand, thinking the restroom had been bombed by terrorists, and

I followed suit. But later, after everyone collectively pointed the finger at me for being a pervert, I realized

what was going on. To prevent a similar incident from happening again, the school administration held an emergency meeting and privately notified

all grades to verify my gender, in order to prevent a recurrence of the restroom panic.

The fox-like beauty laughed for a while, until she knew I was blushing from her laughter,

then she quickly coughed twice and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I really didn't expect you to be a boy. Hmm,

hehe, you're so pretty, like a little fairy."

Hearing her words, I thought to myself, "If she calls me a fairy, then you're a fairy yourself!!"

I awkwardly stammered, "Uh... it's okay... I'll be going now, sister." Looking at the fox-like

beauty's smiling face, her extremely alluring charm was indeed hard for me to resist. If I weren't in a hurry,

I wouldn't mind chatting with her a little longer.

The fox-like beauty smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, goodbye then, pretty little guy. If fate allows,

we'll meet again..." As she spoke, she waved at me with a charming smile, her captivating beauty almost making me

reluctant to leave. Just as I was about to answer, the vixen suddenly seemed to remember something. She leaned closer and, in

a soft, almost meltingly sweet voice, said gently, "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you

something. I'm not your older sister, I'm your auntie...hehe...goodbye!" With that, the vixen

giggled took the things the saleswoman handed her, and, leaving behind a dreamlike, alluring figure, gracefully departed.

Auntie?

Holy crap! Seriously?! There really are such naturally alluring beauties in this world! I never imagined

there could be someone comparable to the goddess in my heart!!!

Today is the third-to-last day of summer vacation. The sunny weather and warm sunshine made me a little

drowsy. I parked my bicycle at the school gate. Looking at

the , I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

That's right! For every student about to enter high school, this means an overwhelming

influx . My neighbor, the guy with the thick-rimmed glasses,

has become listless since starting high school, spending all his time studying at home. Last year, the pressure of studying even

caused him to run away for a few days. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shudder. I looked at my watch; the hands

were almost 9 o'clock. I shook my head, slung my beloved little backpack over my shoulder, and slowly walked into the campus that would

accompany me for the next three years.

When I pushed open the classroom door to Class 6, Grade 11, I found the room almost completely full. As I

entered, the classroom quieted down slightly, then I heard several familiar voices calling out to me as if they were

seeing . I stared blankly at the classroom, crammed full of desks. My heart skipped a beat! I thought to myself, "Holy

crap! There must be seventy or eighty people!" Then, following the sound, I carefully searched the room and finally spotted a few

classmates from junior high. When my eyes met theirs, the familiar faces excitedly waved and greeted me.

Clearly, in this unfamiliar environment, former classmates felt especially warm. Just as I was about to

greet , a somewhat shrill male voice rang out: "Excuse me, what's your name?"

I turned around, "Huh?" and saw a thin

man looking at me with what appeared to be a roster. His face, around thirty years old, paired with his small thirteen-year-old body,

and the way he pushed up his small glasses—it was undeniably sleazy! A

bad . Could this bastard be our homeroom teacher?

"Oh... I, my name is Liu Zixiao." I also pushed up my frameless glasses. My slightly medium-sized

voice made the sleazy guy frown. He pointed at the roster with his pen, then turned to the second page

before saying "Oh," and looking up, "No way, the gender on this is male."

"Damn it!!" I cursed inwardly!

Hearing the sleazy guy's voice, the students in the class either laughed or were surprised. Several of

my junior high classmates burst into laughter, shouting, "Teacher, he's always been a boy!" I

looked at the scene before me with a sense of despair, feeling like crying. This guy, who looked both sleazy and mentally unstable, was now

confirmed to be our homeroom teacher.

The sleazy-looking boy stared at me blankly for a long time before finally saying, "How come a boy can be so fair-skinned and delicate?"

Then, seemingly still unsure, he asked, "Are you really a boy?" The whole class burst into laughter,

instantly dispelling the awkward atmosphere! The classroom was filled with a harmonious atmosphere, but at the cost of my utter embarrassment. I

nodded speechlessly, saying with a wry smile, "I'm a boy. Teacher, how about I go to the boys' restroom for you to see?" The atmosphere

in the class was pushed to an even more entertaining climax. A few girls in the front row couldn't help but chatter:

"Wow, so delicate-looking!" "Yeah, like a girl!" "Such good skin, even fairer than a girl's!"

I didn't know if they were complimenting me or subtly implying that I looked like a woman, but fortunately, this kind of thing was already

commonplace . Just now, I had been mistaken for a super hot girl, and thinking of this, the

extremely seductive figure of that vixen aunt from earlier reappeared in my mind.

After everyone's laughter and chatter, the sleazy guy seated me in the middle of the window row. My deskmate was

a short, chubby boy with naturally curly hair; his憨厚可爱 (honest and cute) appearance was

comparable to my teddy bear.

He looked at me with an almost magical gaze, then suddenly extended a chubby, pig-trotter-like hand

to shake hands, saying solemnly, "Hello! My name is Ma Liang, nice to meet you!"

"Huh? I've heard so much about you! I've known about your glorious deeds since kindergarten!" I exclaimed,

shaking his hand in astonishment.

Ma Liang raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes, and thought for a moment with a blank expression before regaining his serious

, childlike expression, saying, "Deskmate, you're talking about Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush, right? Sorry to disappoint you, I'm

not him."

I don't know if I lacked a sense of humor or if he did. Anyway, Ma Liang and I stared at each other, shaking

hands for a long time, and I was completely at a loss for words. The girls sitting around us were

trembling with amusement at our crazy antics, while I blushed deeply with embarrassment. Fortunately, the whole class

arrived . The sleazy guy coughed and swaggered to the front of the class. In his sinister, shrill voice

, he said to everyone, "Alright, everyone's here. Let me introduce myself first. I'm

Jiang Feiyang, your homeroom teacher for Class 6, Grade 11, and also your math teacher. Welcome to high school!"

Then, in a pretentious manner, he bowed deeply like a gentleman in a movie. For some reason, the students below

started clapping enthusiastically. A few particularly dim-witted guys even shouted "Bravo!" as if the sleazy guy was

about to perform somersaults.

"I'm twenty-eight years old this year. Compared to high school teachers, the age difference between me and you isn't too

big . During class, I'm your homeroom teacher. After class and at other times, you can treat me

like a good friend, an older brother!" As he spoke, the lewd man sincerely revealed a lewd smile, once again earning applause from the group of

idiots ! Perhaps because I was sitting in the row by the window, the reflection in the lewd man's large eyes, coupled with

that expression... he was practically a carbon copy of the evil doctor from the famous Japanese anime "Night Shift Ward"! My

lips twitched, and my hand trembled as I reached for the chair under my butt, almost throwing it! So disgusting, an

older brother my ass!

I don't know if everyone failed to see the lewd man's dark nature, or if the lewd man misunderstood everyone's meaning.

For a moment, it seemed as if he was the perfect teacher, beloved by both male and female students! He immediately began to...

He launched into a long, rambling monologue, his discourse on records reaching a fever pitch of confidence and arrogance. When he got

excited , he became boastful and overbearing, his voice booming like a whirlwind.

He talked on and on for over an hour, much like those gossipy old women in my neighborhood committee. Then, probably thirsty, he finally ended the monologue with a satisfied sigh.

What followed was nothing more than self-introductions. Two girls in particular left

a deep impression on me. One was a large, imposing girl who swayed her voluptuous figure as

she walked to the stage. Then, she opened her enormous mouth and launched

into , ultimately volunteering to be the first class monitor of Class 6, Grade 1, despite being the top student in the class.

When she stepped onto the stage, her face flushed and her dark cheeks red, and said, "I think I'm very suitable to be class monitor,"

she gave me a meaningful look. Suddenly, my deskmate, Ma Liang, slapped his face

and sighed, "Oh no, deskmate, let's kill her!" I immediately agreed and patted Ma Liang on the shoulder!

Our eyes met , and a tacit understanding of shared ideals arose! At that moment, I suddenly realized that my

deskmate, who seemed a bit mentally unstable, was actually a man of courage and integrity! Another person who caught my attention was a very

beautiful girl. Beneath her playful long hair was a slightly made-up angelic face, and a

figure that, despite being only a high school freshman, had developed into a devilishly perfect one. A bright red, tight-fitting sportswear perfectly accentuated her alluring youthful physique

! When she went on stage, she seemed to have ample stage experience. She talked incessantly about

the numerous dance awards she had won, and expressed her willingness to tirelessly serve as the class's arts and culture representative, contributing to the class

effort. Amidst her smiling and charming demeanor, her beautiful eyes even cast a seductive glance at me. Seeing this,

the gloom in my heart vanished.

*Slap!* My closest comrade-in-arms, Brother Ma Liang, slapped his forehead again, lowered his head, and let out a long

sigh.

I was slightly taken aback and asked, "What's wrong? You don't want to kill her too, do you?" I stared blankly at the beautiful, youthful girl on

the podium , feeling utterly puzzled.

Ma Liang shook his head heavily, raised his round head, and muttered as if in unbearable pain,

"No... listen to me, never associate with her, or you'll die a horrible death!"

I frowned, my heart tightened, and asked in a low voice, "What? You know her? Is her boyfriend very powerful?"

"Sigh..." Ma Liang sighed again, his sigh containing countless unbearable memories. Then he nodded and said,

"We were in the same class for four years in junior high... Over the years, countless ignorant boys inside and outside our school have been

captivated by her looks, only to discover how terrifying she is after getting to know her! She doesn't have a boyfriend at all, because

any man who could be her boyfriend is probably already dead!" As he spoke, Ma Liang pointed with his short, thick fingers to the class

roster on our desk.

Lin Yanyan, ranked 69th in the class!

"Holy crap!? 69th out of 70? Looks like she spent a lot of money!" Based on Ma Liang's information, I

felt a strange fear towards the beautiful classmate I had been so infatuated with earlier. Looking at her ranking again, this girl was indeed

extraordinary !

Ma Liang turned slightly and pointed to a boy who seemed a bit mentally challenged sitting in the last row, saying, "That

guy ranked 70th is a bit mentally challenged. Lin Yanyan's family is very rich, but she's a particularly terrifying money-grubber!

And her IQ is abnormal; she seems normal on the surface, but if you get too close to her, you'll

definitely have a mental breakdown! Desk mate, you look handsome and well-mannered, clearly from a good family,

plus that womanizing face. You're exactly the kind Lin Yanyan likes to target, so you must control yourself!

Remember! Be careful!"

Looking at Ma Liang's righteous expression, I suddenly felt an urge to kill him. Calling me a

"womanizer"—was that a compliment or an insult?!

Just as I was considering how to deal with Ma Liang, the lecherous male homeroom teacher walked onto the podium and, with a lewd expression,

appointed several of the first batch of class committee members for Class 6 of the first year of high school. The burly, domineering girl became the first

class , and Lin Yanyan became the arts and literature representative. During the election of the class life representative, my

junior high classmates shouted in unison, "Teacher! Liu Zixiao was the class life representative in junior high!"

"Yeah, teacher, Zhang Zixiao was a great class life representative! He even won the school's Outstanding Class Cadre award!"

I turned my head fiercely to look at those bastards, only to be met with their enthusiastic

gloating .

The lecherous boy grinned, watching the bastards' passionate nomination, nodded, and loudly announced, "Alright,

then Liu Zixiao will be our class life representative!" Amidst the applause of the whole class, I reluctantly

stood up and bowed. As I sat down, a glance caught the enthusiastic

smiles of the burly class leader and Lin Yanyan, sending a chill down my spine!

Next, the homeroom teacher announced the start date of school, then all the students cleaned up, while the newly appointed

class committee members stayed behind for a meeting.

Half an hour later, I walked out of the school gate with a pained expression. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name. I

looked up and saw a group of my best buddies from junior high school waiting for me by the bike shed. Among them, a

guy from my class nicknamed Monkey was excitedly telling me about my day. Seeing me, Monkey shouted excitedly,

"Butterfly! How did the class committee meeting go! You're the only one from our class who got an official position! You really made us proud!"

Monkey's words reminded me of when we were leaving, and our class monitor, Jin Gang, had that almost distorted smile, pretending to be gentle

as he said, "Liu Zixiao, from now on we're all class committee members. I hope you'll support my work. I'll also help you with

anything !" I gritted my teeth, furious, grabbed my bicycle, and

charged at Monkey.

After a hearty lunch hosted by Monkey and the others, I left the restaurant satisfied. They were all clamoring to go to

the internet cafe to play games together, but I, having eaten and drunk my fill, just wanted to go home and lie on the sofa. So I said goodbye to everyone and lazily

pedaled my bicycle, parting ways with them.

Just as I entered the neighborhood, I saw fresh mangosteens displayed at the entrance of the community supermarket. These are my mom's

favorite . Looking at the warm sunshine in the sky, and then at the glistening mangosteens in the crisper drawer, I took out

my wallet, gave them a loving kiss, and shouted to the supermarket clerk, "I, I, I want to buy some mangosteens!"

My mom loves mangosteens, and imagining how happy she'll be when I buy them makes me smile

unconsciously . I don't know who my father is, which is quite ridiculous. My mom is

one of those single mothers who got pregnant out of wedlock. Back then, the whole family was afraid of bringing shame to the family and making her lose face, but she

resolutely kept me and vowed never to marry! In the end, my grandparents couldn't persuade

her otherwise and reluctantly agreed to let her give birth to me. But my mom really never married and raised

me alone. To be honest, I really hate my father, whom I've never met. Although I've asked my mom more than once

who my father is, she always smiles painfully and tells me he's dead. Gradually, I stopped

asking . For me, my mom is everything. Our family, with my mom and me, is enough. I

won't crave fatherly love like other children without fathers. Because I have the best and most beautiful

mother in the world, without a doubt.

I carried three pounds of mangosteens into the house, changing my shoes and calling out as I closed the door, "Mom, I'm home

!" Hearing my voice, a soft, slightly sweet, Hunan-style voice immediately came from the kitchen:

"Oh? Xiao Xiao, you're back so early, hehehe!" Before the words were even finished, a fragrant aroma wafted over, and

a tall, voluptuous beauty strode over.

Yes! The stunning young woman before me was my mother, Lan Feifei!

Although my mother was 38 years old, perhaps due to her lively personality and natural beauty,

she looked only about 30. Her medium-length hair, styled in large curls, was styled into a bun, with long

bangs parted at her forehead, revealing her fair and beautiful forehead. A few strands of hair swayed playfully from her pretty bun.

My mother was exceptionally beautiful; without exaggeration, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Her beauty possessed the delicate charm and allure unique to beauties from the Jiangnan water towns, combined with

the virtuous . Her smooth, white buttocks looked soft and bouncy, like

the tender, bouncy texture of a freshly boiled egg white. Mom wore a light gray, tight-fitting cotton t-shirt. Actually,

the t-shirt wasn't particularly tight; the main reason was Mom's enormous 39g breasts!

Her two round, huge breasts made the t-shirt almost transparent,

clearly showing the lace pattern of her bra. Below her slightly plump waist, a pair of white, stretchy hot pants hugged her perfectly

curved, pert, and plump buttocks, which exuded a mature woman's maternal charm and sensuality. Her two long,

slender legs swayed gracefully like two jade pillars, a truly pleasing sight!

"Baby!" Mom squinted her big eyes, grinned, revealing two cute little tiger teeth, and

paired with two shallow dimples on her beautiful face, her smile made her look like an adorable little girl.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly said, "No! No! I have a phobia!" I was telling the truth!

You can't judge a book by its cover when it comes to these things. Back when I was in kindergarten, I'll never forget

how my mom would always be waiting at the gate every day after school. As soon as she saw me, she'd crouch down,

open her arms, and sweetly call out, "Baby!" And I, innocent and naive

, would run towards her, pouting and calling out, "Mommy, Mommy!" Then, in

front of all the parents, children, and teachers, my mom would happily shout, "Hey! Baby! Come here, let Mommy touch your penis!"...

Painful... incredibly painful!

But back then, I was too young and naive to understand what that meant to me, and I just

foolishly let my mom tease me until I graduated from kindergarten. It wasn't until I started elementary school that I suddenly matured and realized

how shameful it was for a man with ideals and ambitions. But... it was too late.

The heartwarming scene of my mom and me at kindergarten every day after school was already etched into the hearts of all the other children. Even now,

I occasionally hear people sing it! Whenever I think of this, I can't help but grit my teeth and burst into tears!

"Hehehe! Xiao Xiao, is it hot outside? Oh, you even bought mangosteens, you know Mom likes to eat

these . Good! Xiao Xiao has grown up! Go wash your face, Mom will get you an ice pop." Mom smiled and took

the fruit from my hand and took it to the balcony. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, let out a long sigh, and then went to

the living room and lay sprawled on the sofa. Mom put the washed mangosteens in the refrigerator's crisper drawer, then took

two ice pops, came over and sat next to me, handed me the cool green Mood ice pop, and then peeled open her own

Chocola.

I took the ice pop and said with a bitter face, "I want to eat Chocola."

Mom opened her little mouth and took a bite of Chocola, saying, "No, why do you want to eat something so sweet? Green beans are

refreshing!" As she spoke, she stuck out her pink little tongue and licked the chocolate coating on the ice pop with relish.

"You can eat anything sweet! Aren't you afraid of gaining weight? You're just bullying me!" I reluctantly tore open the wrapper and

started eating the bright green chocolate in my hand.

My mother gave me a charming glance and said in a coquettish voice, "If I wanted to gain weight, I would have already. I have a naturally good

figure, I can eat whatever I want and not gain weight! Humph, besides, your old lady is already this age, why should I lose weight like those

young girls ? I'm not afraid!" As she spoke, my mother seemed to deliberately bite off a piece of

chocolate.

Watching my mother chew on the smooth, delicious chocolate in her rosy lips, I swallowed hard. After a

moment's thought , I turned and fawned over her, saying, "No way! Mom looks like she's only in her early twenties

. She's got such a great figure! Even without makeup, you're prettier than the celebrities on TV! Hehehehehe."

My mother chuckled at my flattery, covering her mouth and laughing, "You're so silly! It's just a

popsicle, want some?" She waved the popsicle in front of me. I nodded eagerly.

Chocolate ! My favorite!

"Give me a shoulder massage first! The more comfortable you feel, the more you can have!" My mother grinned mischievously

as she put the popsicle back into her mouth, looking at me smugly.

"Tch! Petty, not like a mother at all." Though I said this, for the sake of my beloved

chocolate , I had to get up and move behind my mother. My mom is about 1.68 meters tall, and I'm only 1.73 meters

. When I sit and massage her shoulders, I'm a little short, which makes my arms very tired. So, I have no choice but to use ice...

Holding the stick in my mouth, I knelt down and began massaging my wretched mother's shoulders. Mom seemed fairly slim, but she

was definitely a mature woman. So, she was quite plump, though her flesh was tender and supple, not fat, and incredibly elastic

to the touch . For over a decade, Mom had practically dragged me over to massage my feet and shoulders whenever she had a spare moment

. I was confident my massage skills were on par with any masseuse in a red-light district. Of course, I

was Mom's personal masseuse.

My hands touched Mom's rounded, soft shoulders. The feel was still wonderful; even through her cotton t-shirt,

I could feel the smoothness of her skin. As I drew closer, her pleasant fragrance

enveloped me. I really love that unique scent of women. Mom's fragrance wasn't the smell of perfume or shampoo

from young girls; it was a

warm aroma emanating from her delicate skin and flesh. It exuded a special maternal love, a gentle, warm fragrance that could intoxicate and

soothe the soul to sleep. I secretly moved closer to my mother's pink neck and took a deep breath. Such a comforting

scent, so captivating, it brought back memories of being held in my mother's arms and falling asleep peacefully.

"Is this the right pressure, Your Majesty?" I asked, feigning ingratiation.

Having massaged my mother's shoulders for so many years, I knew exactly what pressure she preferred. Although I was feeling

blissfully intoxicated by her captivating fragrance, I couldn't forget the tempting chocolate in her hand.

Mom, as if deliberately being mischievous, took two more bites of her Chocliz, gently shaking her head and saying smugly, "Hmm,

not bad, not bad, hurry up and massage it! This is the last Chocliz in the fridge, you know

.

Oh dear. I've been cleaning the house all day, my back and waist are aching all over, it's only right that I massage your mother's shoulders. And you're still thinking about the benefits. Sigh..." Mom sighed deeply, another small piece of the crispy crust was about to fall, and it looked like the best chocolate inside

was about to fall into Mom's cherry-like mouth. I quickly sped up my massage, and Mom's body

swayed with my arm. Although I was behind Mom, I could still see from above that Mom's big

breasts were shaking, creating rolling waves! It made me feel a little itchy. To be honest, I

've always despised those people with incestuous or cuckold fetishes. In my opinion, they're worse than animals! But then again,

having such a beautiful and alluring mother by my side, especially at this

age ... I couldn't help but feel a little bit the same way I did with my sexy and beautiful mother. My mother, clearly unaware

of my thoughts, continued to let me caress her voluptuous body. But soon, she suddenly cried

out , "Ah...it's killing me! Stop, stop, stop!" I was stunned for a moment, then felt

a small, hard piece of plastic pressing against my palm through the thin cotton fabric. I secretly stuck out my tongue; it turned out my movements had

been too rough, and the plastic clasp on my mother's bra strap had scratched her skin.

"You clumsy Xiao Xiao! It hurts so much!" My mother turned around, one hand covering her left shoulder, rubbing it slowly,

her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a pained expression on her face as she complained. I stuck out my tongue and quickly asked with concern, "I'm sorry

, Mom, I didn't mean to. Did you cut yourself? Are you alright?" At this point, I lost my appetite for the popsicle and

quickly put the broken green one on the plate on the coffee table. I reached out to help my mother rub her skin.

Mom didn't seem inclined to forgive me, scolding me unhappily, "Hmph, it's just a broken popsicle, look how impatient you are.

It hurts so much! Here, take it, I don't want it!" Mom handed me the chocolate bar, stood up, and walked towards

her bedroom. I took a bite of the chocolate bar and quickly followed her, wanting to check if

Mom was hurt.

Mom's bedroom was predominantly pink, and the newly tidied room looked neat and cozy, exuding

the gentle charm of a mature woman. Mom sat in front of the dressing table, her delicate hand gently tugging at her t-shirt, trying to pull the neckline down to her shoulder

to check , but a helpless scene unfolded before me—Mom's breasts were so large that the t-shirt was already stretched to its limit. And

Mom's breasts were the firmer kind, unlike some women with large breasts whose breasts are soft and sagging, so

there was very little room to move them. Looking at Mom's large breasts, slightly deformed by the clothes, I was

secretly amazed. But I couldn't help but chuckle. Mom was a little embarrassed. Seeing my forced smile, she gave

a slightly annoyed "humph." Helpless, she could only reach down to her waist and lift up her gray t-shirt.

Actually, Mom and I are very casual at home. Sometimes I run around in just my underwear, and

it's not uncommon to see Mom in only her bra. And occasionally,

when Mom takes a shower and asks me to get her a towel or clothes, my eyes will catch a glimpse of her naked, sexy body. You could say Mom still

treats me almost like a child. When the t-shirt came off, it caused Mom's large breasts,

encased the black bra was incredibly alluring. Generally,

women with large breasts wear bras with larger cups and wider straps. But my lovely

mom, who loves to dress up, always buys very sexy lingerie. The bra she was wearing now was semi-transparent with lace

. The three-quarter cup bra just barely covered her two sexy nipples. Her bright red areolas

peeked out slightly. Her snow-white, plump breasts overflowed from her tight bra, two round

mounds creating a long, tight cleavage that made my heart itch! I secretly admired my mother; she was truly a stunning

beauty!

"Let me check, is it broken?" Although my mind was a little distracted, she was still my dearest mother.

Seeing the long red scratch on her shoulder, I eagerly leaned over to check for bleeding.

On my mother's flawless, rounded shoulder, there was a bright red scratch, seemingly a minor cut, but thankfully

no bleeding. The surrounding snow-white flesh appeared slightly swollen. Seeing my mother's

pitiful expression—grimacing in pain, biting her full lower lip—I comforted her tenderly, "It's alright, the flesh isn't broken, it's just a scratch.

I'll get some ointment for you." Saying this, I quickly ran to my mother's bedside table, found the medicine box, and took out

the ointment. Squeeze some onto your index finger. The author's mother grumbled from the side, "You annoying little brat! It hurts so much!"

Perhaps because of the pain, her originally sweet and charming voice became even softer, like spring water. Even when she was blaming someone

, her voice sounded coquettish.

I chuckled sheepishly, walked behind my mother, half-squatted down, and placed my hand on her shoulder,

slowly applying the ointment to the red scratch. Perhaps because the ointment was a little cool,

she groaned softly when it touched her skin, saying in a small, slightly parted voice, "Slow down, it hurts!" I

nodded , gently spreading the ointment on her slightly swollen skin with my fingertips. After a few strokes,

the cool ointment seemed to have a soothing effect on her red and swollen skin; she didn't seem to be in as much pain as before. She

quietly watched my slender, snow-white fingers spread the ointment evenly.

"Why aren't you eating the chocolate?" Now that she wasn't in pain, she started to provoke me, seeking revenge.

I chuckled awkwardly and said embarrassedly, "Oh, just kidding. What could be more important than my dearest

mom ? I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"

Mom snorted, pouting her pretty little mouth and muttering, "That's more like it, at least you have a conscience!

Much , it doesn't hurt as much as before!" At that moment, my face was less than ten centimeters away from Mom's.

When Mom opened her mouth to speak, the fragrance from her little mouth mixed with the rich aroma of chocolate popsicles made me feel lightheaded. My mind suddenly

went blank, and for some reason, I suddenly remembered some erotic novels I had read.

After the male protagonist made love with the beautiful woman, in order to show the male protagonist's prowess, the female protagonist would say, both shy and strange, "You're so annoying,

my lower body is all red and swollen and it hurts so much." Then the shameless male protagonist would put on a

tender caring look and find some ointment to help the beautiful woman reduce the swelling... Thinking of this, I looked at my

fingers rubbing Mom's shoulder again and suddenly grinned like an idiot.

"Are you crazy? What are you thinking about again?" Seeing my sudden, almost manic smile,

my mother blurted out this sentence out of the blue. I was startled! I was secretly surprised, "No way,

how did Mom know I was thinking bad things!" I hurriedly shook my head and said, "No, no!"

My mother pouted her rosy lips and scrutinized me with a slightly sharp look, then said fiercely, "Then

why is your face so red! Tell me! What are you thinking about again!"

I quickly put my hands to my face, and sure enough, I felt my face burning hot. I chuckled nervously, "Uh... I

suddenly remembered what happened today with the high school class assignments... Ah... I was mistaken for a girl again!" For some reason

, this thought suddenly occurred to me, and instantly, I forgot my nervousness and started complaining dramatically, "Mom, you don't know!

Our homeroom teacher is so creepy!! And so disgusting! She called me a girl in front of the whole class!

It was so annoying!! So embarrassing!! And she kept nagging like an old woman! And my deskmate is such

an idiot you know! And today our class was electing class officers, and... you... Mom... why... are you

looking at me like that?" As I was speaking, I suddenly noticed my mom staring at me expressionlessly, her long, somewhat alluring

eyes scrutinizing me. My heart tightened; what was she going to do? I stammered, "Mom, what are you going to do?"

My mom, with her peculiar expression, suddenly chuckled, reached out her little hand to stroke my face, and said gently, "

Silly boy, why are you so angry? Is it because my Xiao Xiao is too pretty? Are they all jealous of you? How many

boys can be prettier than girls? Mom has always been so proud of you. All my friends envy me

for having such a handsome son like you. Hehe! Tell Mom, are there any pretty girls in your new class?"

Looking at my mom's beautiful face, full of maternal tenderness, all my tension and unhappiness

vanished. After thinking for a moment, I said to my mom, "I haven't noticed yet. We're electing

class officers , and I'm the life committee member. But our class's art committee member is really pretty, and has a hot body too!"

"Oh? Xiao Xiao has finally fallen for someone?" my mom asked playfully, her two adorable dimples making

me want to pinch them!

"Pshaw, no way! My deskmate and she went to the same junior high. I heard that girl is awful, greedy and

weird! And she's nowhere near as pretty as Lulu!" Lulu is my childhood sweetheart. We were

mutually attracted in junior high, and could have easily become the legendary childhood sweethearts, completing a beautiful

love story. Unfortunately, Lulu's dad was transferred to Shanghai for work, saying that the learning environment there would be better for Lulu's

development , so he brought Lulu there, promising that we could rekindle our romance three years later when I went to university in Shanghai.

"Wow... my darling son is quite a devoted and good man! But then again, Lulu is

gentle beautiful. She's good to you, and since you were little, she's only ever focused on her studies. It's really hard to find

a girl better than Lulu these days! Don't worry, son, I often visit Lulu's mom, I'll definitely arrange for Lulu to stay with you. At worst,

I'll fly to Shanghai every week! Don't worry, with me here, she won't run away!" Mom's eyes

shone brightly , as if she was already imagining herself as a mother-in-law! But hearing this made it sound like a landlady

forcing a respectable woman to submit to her ugly son.

I shook my head and smiled wryly, "Oh God, no need, Mom. Shanghai is so big, I'm afraid you'll get

lost before you even find yourself! Finding the police would be too much trouble!" I was telling the truth! Although Mom

seems lively and clever, she's often absent-minded. My grandparents are most worried about her, which is why they

gave her most of their property. My uncle, worried she might be scammed when she goes out to find work, specifically gave her

the position , but aside from going to the company to play when she's bored and receiving her monthly salary, Mom is practically a nobody! Moreover,

Mom's sense of direction and geography is worse than most people's. She's technically a "directionally challenged" person! So even when Mom goes out

shopping, she always needs me or some of her aunts to accompany her to feel at ease.

My mother's weakness was exposed, and she embarrassedly feigned a coquettish tone, softly whimpering,

"Oh dear... I'm not that troublesome! By the way, did any girls fall for my son today?"

My mother's words suddenly reminded me of the imposing face of the class monitor, and I shuddered. After thinking for

a moment asked with a smug look, "Yes, many! That arts committee member I mentioned earlier kept giving me

flirty looks!"

"Hehe, my Xiao Xiao is truly my child. It would be strange if he didn't charm a whole bunch of girls under my tutelage

!" My mother seemed even more proud than me, boasting with self-satisfaction.

My gaze swept over her, noticing her slightly raised upper body, her half-naked upper body revealing her snow-white...

Meirou was momentarily dazzled by the sight, then suddenly asked instinctively, "So...Mom, do you like men like me too?"

Mom was taken aback by my question, then burst into laughter, "Me? Of course not! I like the masculine,

manly type, the kind of strong, protective man who can shield me from the wind and rain. Xiaoxiao, you're a bit too effeminate!" Mom teased me

while laughing.

Although it was a joke, hearing Mom's words still made me feel suddenly very disappointed, like being rejected after confessing to a girl I

had a crush on I gave a slightly disappointed "Oh," and turned my

head away as if to avoid her gaze.

"Well, Xiaoxiao isn't Mom's type," Mom added after laughing.

Just as I felt even more upset, Mom gently stroked my head, softly turning my face

towards her. I saw my mother look at me, smile gently, and say softly, "But Xiao Xiao is

the man ! He's Mom's everything!" Her eyes were full of love, her gaze as gentle as a warm spring pond,

melting my heart.

Suddenly, I remembered how my beautiful mother, though sometimes alluring and seductive, had rejected

countless , channeling all her affection into tender maternal love for me.

A warmth filled my heart, a childhood infatuation with my mother welling up inside me. I leaned closer, hugged her waist, and

pressed my head against her chest, just like I had when I was a child. I whispered, "Mom, I love you. I will protect

you from the wind and rain in the future!" Although my head was pressed against her full, plump, milky breasts without any barrier,

I felt no lust whatsoever. Only a deep longing for my mother. My mother gently held me

like , her delicate hands stroking my hair. She lowered her head and softly smiled, "Yes, Mom loves you so much!

No matter what you become in the future, you will always be the most important person to Mom."

Her gentle words moved me deeply, a slight, tingling sensation spreading through my nose. I quickly

suppressed the urge to cry, instinctively turning my face away and burying myself tightly in my mother's plump, smooth breasts. My

sudden movement tickled her, and her hands, which had been stroking my hair, tightened, pressing me firmly against her large breasts

. The smooth, soft flesh completely covered my face, allowing

no air to pass through except for the rich scent of milk! I opened my mouth, intending to scream for help, but as soon as I opened it, her soft breasts sealed

my lips! My mother laughed, tickling me, "Ah! You little devil, hahaha…it tickles so much…!"

Then she abruptly pushed me away. I instantly sat down on the ground, gasping for fresh air. I

finally understood how unjustly those dogs and men who supposedly suffocated to death by women's huge breasts, the stories circulating online, died.

Those deaths that others envy are actually truly pathetic! I angrily raised my head, about to speak, when I saw

that between my mother's two large, white breasts, glistening with moisture, my mouth watered. It looked somewhat

like those lewd women in pornographic films after their breasts had been sucked. My mother's body, which had been so pure just moments before, now

appeared lewd, leaving me stunned.

"Ugh! You were just saying you wanted to become a grown man, you brat! You're so old and you still want to suckle your old lady

's milk! Ouch...it hurts!" Mom didn't see my gaze. She grumbled playfully as she

picked up her clothes to wipe the drool from her chest. But as soon as she touched it, the bra strap seemed

to touch the scratch again. She looked at it, frowned, and said, "Ugh, how am I going to wear a bra now!" I

had just recovered from the shock of not being able to breathe properly when I heard Mom's words and replied, "Then just take it off! We're not going out!

Nobody's going to see!"

Hearing my words, Mom rolled her eyes at me. She said, "Hmph, it's all your fault. Go outside, Mom

needs to change!"

I got up and went out, but when I saw Mom's lovely and beautiful face and her full breasts,

a bad feeling suddenly welled up in my heart. Feigning reluctance, I inexplicably said, "No, I

won't ! It's not like I haven't seen it before. Who told you to push me just now? You even made me breathless! I want to see! Go ahead and accuse

me of indecent assault!"

My mother was both amused and annoyed by my shameless act. She never

imagined was harboring thoughts and a perverted mentality I had never had before. My mother still thought I was just being coquettish and coldly

said, "Tch! You brat, so shameless! And you call yourself a grown man!" As she spoke, my mother stood up and drew the curtains.

Then, as usual, she casually put her hands behind her back and bent slightly. Seemingly with some effort, she unhooked

her bra. At that moment, I felt as if something had exploded in my mother's chest. The

bra didn't slip down; instead, it felt like it had been bounced away by her large breasts. I felt a "bang" as it was suddenly

pulled open , and two snow-white, round, plump breasts trembled and were revealed! My mother tossed the bra she'd just unwrapped onto the bed,

then suddenly noticed me staring blankly. She assumed I, usually so shy, was joking and had been taken aback by her sudden

boldness. Thinking this, my seemingly clever but actually clueless mother

did something that would lead me down a path of no return. She pouted her rosy lips, looking at

me with a charmingly innocent grin, and said, "Little guy! You dare to be a pervert with your mother! It's not like you haven't had your fill when you were little.

Pretty, isn't it!"

I stared blankly at my mother's enormous, melon-like breasts. The areolas, the size of the bottom of a disposable paper cup

, protruded slightly from her large, white breasts, and in the center was a large, reddish-brown nipple the size of a grape.

Because of its size, the fine lines of flesh on the nipple were clearly visible; the plump, fleshy nipple

looked delicious and tempting! Full of mature womanly allure, coupled with my mother's deliberately pinched waist and sullen look

, I couldn't resist pouncing on her, grabbing those infuriatingly large, fat breasts and kneading and sucking them hard! I suddenly

yelled "Ah!" and scrambled to my feet, running out in a disheveled state. I rushed into my room, threw myself onto the bed, and buried

my head in the covers! My mind went completely blank! All I could see was my mother's image of her voluptuous breasts!

Her playful yet sweet, clear voice echoed in my ears!

I buried my burning head in the covers, breathing heavily. I don't know how much time passed, but then I felt a

slap on my bottom. Startled, I turned around and saw my mother standing in front of me, smiling.

She had changed into a black, strapless, short dress. Seeing my stunned expression, she couldn't help but laugh...

She said, "Haha, you little rascal, weren't you so great? You still want to act like a hooligan with your old mother! Shameless! Try

being a hooligan again and let's see, try being cute again..." Suddenly, Mom's expression froze! She stared

blankly . Following Mom's gaze, I looked down, feeling both embarrassed and angry.

I saw that between my spread legs, my black athletic shorts were being pushed up high by something! I was

so shocked that I hadn't even noticed that my own thing was getting hard! The black fabric was

pushed up by several centimeters, pointing directly at Mom like a high mountain! I was so ashamed that I quickly covered my lower body with my hands, turned

to the side, closed my eyes, and shouted, "Hey, get out, get out!" I was so ashamed that I just wanted Mom

to ! Although Mom had indeed shown extreme allure just now,

the fact that I had gotten an erection for her was still something I couldn't accept!

For a long time, I remained motionless. I was about to turn around to see if Mom had left when I felt the mattress next to me

sink. Mom sat down beside me. I didn't dare look at her, and we remained silent for about a minute. Suddenly,

Mom said, "Xiao... Xiao Xiao..."

I didn't reply, lying there anxiously.

"Um... Mom did go a bit too far just now. Um... Mom probably still sees you as a child

and forgot that children your age sometimes act impulsively without thinking... In the future, Mom

will be more careful... In the future... it won't happen again!" Mom's tone was stiff,

and she stammered , seemingly nervous. Hearing Mom's words, I felt a weight lifted from my heart, finally putting

my anxieties to rest. But then, hearing Mom's last two sentences, a great sense of loss

welled up inside me .

"Oh... oh, I understand!" I still didn't turn around.

About a minute later, I felt Mom stand up and walk out of the house. I turned around and saw

Mom's back. For some reason, my gaze involuntarily drifted to my mother's plump, round buttocks.

"Sigh..." I sighed helplessly, gesturing with my hand. Silently, I thought, "Mom,

you...you're so tempting..."

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