My mother supported my schooling. (1)

(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. To earn more money, my mother hadn't been home for several days. There
were no customers at the shop at noon. My mother and several of her colleagues 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 by having men have sex with her
. I never believed it. In my mind, 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 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 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 constantly glance at my mom, who was busy getting them
cigarettes and water. Her breasts jiggled and her hips swayed with every movement, making their eyes practically blaze with
lust.
After dark, the visitors gradually left, and my dad urged my sister and me to go back to the west room to sleep, even
refusing to let 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
intense. Mom hadn't been home for over six months, and Dad's anxiety was palpable. Then Mom started moaning softly,
her voice both seductive and wanton, making me uneasy and unable to sleep. I reached down and felt my
penis; it was hard and erect.
Dad and Mom 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 pounding into her again. I lay on the bed,
barely daring to breathe, pretending to be asleep, my heart pounding with anxiety.
Then I noticed 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 the
hoarse moans coming 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 and squeezed her breasts; her
nipples were hard and uncomfortable. Emboldened, I reached between her legs, and this time she resisted fiercely
. 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 our parents making noises that her body
felt weak and sore, which made it easy for me to have sex with her. I realized that if I had wanted to fuck her then, she would have agreed. But
for those days, I was only satisfied with putting my hand under her blanket and touching 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 the sound
was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Summer arrived in the blink of an eye. I graduated from junior high school 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 in the middle of the day!" My mother's colleagues greeted me and offered me a seat and some fruit.
My mother had brought me here a few days ago. The sign outside read "Xiafei Massage Parlor." The interior wasn't very big.
Behind the reception desk were seven or eight massage rooms separated by wooden partitions. Each room had only one bed and one cabinet, so small
that it could only fit two people. 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, telling 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, she rented a new place 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 on her body
. Her exposed white arms and thighs under her short skirt were round and plump. She chuckled again, "Later, when you
let me give Longlong a massage, you'll realize how much I care about him."
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. Her 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 her lace panties couldn't hold up her bulging buttocks,
with about half of them 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 the women on the street
wearing so little clothing; I felt dizzy and didn't dare to look. It took time to get used to it, partly because of the hot weather, and partly because the apartment my mother and I rented was too small to avoid being seen in public. So, my mother 　　didn't deliberately cover herself
in front of me anymore. 　　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. Afterward, her baggy pajama pants would always 　　slip down to her buttocks, revealing half of them. But now, seeing 　　my mother's swaying buttocks in front of me on those few steps felt very special. 　　I immediately thought of my mother's profession; she was a prostitute. She would sway her big, white buttocks, leading one 　　strange man after another into her small room. What would happen then? This thought excited me so much 　　that when I entered my mother's tiny massage room, 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 could also see 　　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 at all. 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 also noticed the bulge in my crotch. 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 　　so he can get a good night's sleep. Longlong can go to school 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, and 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 　　my forehead with her fingers 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 answered 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 first 　　." 　　The customer sat on the sofa in the lobby, 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 customer was a refined young man in his early thirties. I 　　heard my mother call him "little brother," and 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 steaming basin of water over quickly, without looking back. 　　Hearing my mother close her door, Aunt Yan Yan also closed hers. 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 beside me, 　　gently massaging me with her soft little hands. Seeing my attentive expression, she smiled and teased me, "Longlong..."

"Do you want to hear your mother's voice from over there?"
I chuckled but didn't answer. My arms were around her waist; her breasts were so round and plump that I couldn't even grab them with my hands
. As 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 hips.
Aunt Yan Yan pressed 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?"
I was a little nervous when Aunt Yan Yan asked this, and hesitantly said, "Yes, he did. He just gave
me a head massage, didn't you see?"
Aunt Yan Yan shrugged: "You little rascal, you know Auntie isn't asking about that." She shifted
her body slightly, her hand reaching between my legs, covering my erect penis, and asked in a lewd whisper, "
Has your mother ever massaged this area?" I quickly shook my head. Aunt Yan Yan rubbed harder, and I felt my penis
throbbing uncomfortably under my pants. Aunt Yan Yan leaned forward, unbuckled my belt, and said with a smile, "Your mother hasn't
massaged it, so let Auntie massage it for you."
I couldn't help but ask, "Do you massage this area?"
Yan Yan glared at me and said, "Just pretend you're stupid." "When my pants came down, my thick, long penis stood
erect, and Auntie couldn't help but let out a soft 'Ah!' She immediately grabbed it and started stroking it. I felt
a pang of pleasure too, so I reached into her bosom and touched it. Auntie Yan unhooked her bra herself, and her two large, white breasts, which were so big I
couldn't even grasp them with one hand, were exposed.
I lifted her shirt, wanting to see her breasts, and Auntie Yan knelt down, bringing her plump, round
breasts close to my face. Auntie's breasts were large, but her nipples weren't big or dark in color, standing erect..."
Like a cherry. I'd heard from my mother that Aunt Yanyan was divorced and had never had children. I suckled on her
nipples, kissing them alternately. Aunt Yanyan 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 Yanyan 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 Yanyan whispered in my ear, "Longlong, have you ever fucked a cunt?"
My hand, which was holding her breast, dared not move. I shook my head nervously, "No, I haven't."
Aunt Yanyan leaned closer, pressing, "Didn't you also not have sex with your mother, or with other women?" "
I was still hesitant and didn't dare to admit it. I was afraid that if my aunt asked me who I had slept with, I really couldn't tell her.
Seeing that I shook my head again, my aunt lay flat on her back, grabbed one of my hands, and guided it between her legs.
She said excitedly, 'Come on, my little Longlong, touch my pussy.'" "
My hand slipped inside Aunt Yan Yan's panties. It was warm and moist inside. I ran my fingers over the fine pubic hair. Aunt Yan Yan's
plump vulva was already slippery and muddy. My fingers teased her labia, as if I were inserting my fingers into her body
, but it was more like she was swallowing them whole. I thought of my younger sister. I had also secretly reached between my
sister's legs at night like this. My younger sister's genitals were dry and tight, and even when they were wet, it was only a little bit of fragrant fluid, unlike
Aunt Yan Yan's overflowing state.
And my mother, what was that refined brother doing with my mother at this moment? Was there
one of his hands between my mother's legs? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask Aunt Yan Yan, 'Auntie, do you massage your customers
like this?'
Aunt Yan Yan held my penis, her eyes slightly closed, and said, 'Does it feel good when Auntie massages you like this?'
I hummed in agreement. Yan Yan continued, 'When we massage our customers like this, they feel comfortable and that's why they pay more
.'" "
I said 'Oh,' and then asked, 'If my mom were to massage that customer's feet like she is now, would she not pay extra
?'
Aunt Yan Yan chuckled at my question, turning to face me. 'Sweetie, 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, 'Li
Qun is a real slut.'
Hearing her say that about my mother, I looked displeased. Aunt Yan 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.
After Aunt Yan Yan stopped, she whispered in my ear, 'Was it good?'
I hummed in response, hoping she would continue. Aunt Yan Yan then asked, 'Do you know how your mom does foot massages?'" "...She
licked people's feet, even between their toes, so meticulously, it felt incredibly good."
Aunt Yan's words both surprised and excited me—Mom...licked people's feet?
Noticing my shock, Yan continued, "Not only did she lick them, she also let them play with her genitals with her feet."
Like that...really like that? I was stunned by what Aunt Yan revealed. I thought blankly:
what was between Mom's legs wasn't someone's hand, but a foot.
(To be continued)

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