[Growth Rings] Author: Unknown

Years of Life
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 22029 words
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Part 1: The Youth of Fourteen
(1)
The evening sunlight shone in through the window, and the things in the room seemed to be coated with a golden coat, no longer
as dazzling as at noon.
The things in the room were arranged neatly and cleanly, from the flowers that were carefully cared for and blooming on the balcony to the
brightly polished floor. At this moment, in the living room, a thick photo album was placed on the table, and the host and the visiting guests were
flipping through it and chatting.
"Mrs. Wang, this is a photo of Chenchen when he was four years old. At that time, he kept moving around when I asked him to look in the front, so I had to
hold him in my arms to take the picture..." Pointing to the slightly yellowed photo, Su Yi smiled and said to the visiting guests.
Her expression was full of pride and affection.
Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who did not match her actual age, and youth still
lingered on her. With a hint of reproach, Yang Qingqing said, "I told you not to call me Mrs. Wang, call me Sister Qing."
Seeing Su Yi's exposed, jade-like white skin, Yang Qingqing said with even more envy, "But,
standing next to each other, I'd really be heartbroken. Sister, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? Do you have some secret
?"
Yang Qingqing, who had been resting at her parents' home for almost a week, went to pick up her daughter from school today.
Downstairs, she encountered Su Yi, who was being held up because she had forgotten her security door key. Su Yi wore a simple white
dress, had delicate features, and her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk. Her skin was rosy and fair, and she had a tall, shapely figure
and an ethereal air.
When they met, Su Yi was carrying several bags and pacing anxiously downstairs. Her daughter immediately called her "beautiful
sister" and clung to Su Yi. Yang Qingqing was somewhat surprised, as she had never seen her before. It wasn't until they went upstairs together
that Yang Qingqing learned from their conversation that Su Yi was
the new neighbor who had been renovating across the street and had only moved in a few days prior.
The two chatted more and more enthusiastically, especially after learning that Su Yi was only a year younger than her but had a
son who was already studying at a prestigious university in Jiangcheng at just over fourteen years old. This piqued Yang Qingqing's curiosity even more. After settling her beloved daughter in, Yang
Qingqing went to visit Su Yi.
A hint of shyness flashed in Su Yi's eyes as she said sweetly, "Sister Qing, that's not an exaggeration. You're the prettiest
!" She casually gestured to Yang Qingqing's exaggerated curves and even patted Yang Qingqing's proudly erect breasts with the back of her hand
. On this still somewhat hot and humid autumn day, Yang Qingqing changed into a slightly cooler loungewear set. Her slender
figure, accentuated by her full breasts, appeared incredibly sexy and alluring. A deep cleavage and the faint outline of her
nipples beneath the thin fabric revealed an indescribable beauty.
If the two stood side-by-side for onlookers to comment, Su Yi would be like a pure lily, graceful and elegant
, evoking tenderness and a desire to hold her close and cherish her; while Yang Qingqing would be like a delicate rose, swaying in the wind,
exuding charm and a deep longing to explore her inner allure.
"Well, you dare take advantage of me? I see yours isn't small either!" Due to her childhood dance training,
Yang Qingqing was quite confident in her figure. Ironically, she had once
been troubled by her large breasts, only finding peace after marriage and the birth of her daughter.
"Ah…" Su Yi grabbed the hands that were playing with her chest, unwilling to give up, and launched a counterattack against Yang Qingqing.
The two laughed and played around on the table for a while, finally quieting down after getting tired, letting out soft panting. Su
Yi got up, picked up the photo album, a gentle smile on her lips, and introduced her pride to her sister, whom she had just gotten along with
. Her son was her precious treasure, and no amount of talking could ever be enough for Su Yi.
"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen on his first day of school. It was so hard to get him to agree to take this picture; I had to buy
him something to eat before he agreed. Look, he's even pouting!"
...
"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen in junior high. He never worries me about his studies, and he's smart and sensible. But
he still doesn't like taking pictures alone; he always wants to be in a picture with me."
...
"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen at a math competition. Look, I didn't go with him, and his
lips are pouting so high in the photo."
...
Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who was beaming with pride and lost in her memories. Although she had just suddenly
had some doubts about Su Yi's husband—after all, Su Yi only talked about her son and didn't mention her husband
at all—she wisely refrained from bringing up the topic, seeing Su Yi's happy expression.
Su Yi's son, Su Chen, a genius who entered university at the age of 14,
was now filled with curiosity thanks to Su Yi's endless descriptions. Yang Qingqing even suggested that Su Chen be her daughter's
tutor, as Su Yi adored the cute and well-behaved Wang Tongtong. Yang Qingqing spoke animatedly about her daughter,
recounting anecdotes of her growth, much like Su Yi spoke of her son.
The hearts of mothers for their children are truly universal.
The clock on the wall ticked away, and in the warm sunlight of the dimly lit room
, the two women chatted intimately about everyday matters and life's simple pleasures.
Su Yi and Yang Qingqing seemed oblivious to the passage of time, even becoming like sisters in their conversation. Human
affairs are truly inexplicable. These two women opened up to each other so readily upon meeting. This
was especially rare for those who knew Su Yi well. It was truly a mysterious fate.
"Beep...beep," a phone notification finally interrupted their heartfelt conversation; their son had returned
.
The clock showed it was almost six o'clock. Su Yi moved to the door and picked up the intercom: "Mom, it's
me." A deep male voice came through.
A charming smile appeared on her face. Su Yi slightly squeezed her legs together a few times, then suddenly her body stiffened as if she remembered something.
After unlocking the downstairs door, she turned back to face Yang Qingqing, still smiling without a trace of abnormality, and said, "Sister Qing, my
son is back. I need to get ready. Have you cooked yet? Or, why don't you bring your Tongtong over to live with us?"
"Want to eat together?"
Yang Qingqing, finally managing to lift her body from the slumped chair, lazily walked towards the door. "Okay
, I'll go call Tongtong over now, and let them get to know each other. Wait for me while I cook
, let's cook together." As she spoke, Yang Qingqing opened the door and left. If she turned back now, she would definitely
be surprised by what she saw, because Su Yi, who was standing next to Xie, was gently lifting her buttocks. A silk-like object was being
removed from her body with both hands, its white surface flashing and disappearing under her skirt. Su Yi held the object in her hand and walked towards the bathroom.
Hearing the approaching footsteps downstairs, Yang Qingqing hesitated and stopped. Having just heard
so many praises from Su Yi and the curiosity generated by reading Su Chen's growth diary, she wanted to see her for herself
.
Not long after, Yang Qingqing saw Su Chen hurrying up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
Su Yi's undisguised pride was evident in his height, which she estimated to be over 170 cm. As Su Chen ascended the stairs,
Yang Qingqing felt a youthful aura emanating from him. His strong, slender physique was a result of regular exercise
. His neat, short hair and a face resembling Su Yi's, with a hint of childlike innocence and a sunny smile,
along with his thick eyebrows above his bright eyes, added to his handsome appearance. Yang Qingqing was startled; Su Chen seemed like a star from an idol drama stepping out of the screen
into the real world.
Su Chen carefully examined her as he approached, but still wouldn't move aside, staring intently at the beautiful woman blocking her way at the door
, preventing her from entering. Looking at the slightly ajar door, she wondered, "Could this be a new friend my mother knows?" This
thought flashed through her mind.
The moment Su Chen saw Yang Qingqing around the corner, the alluring curves beneath her thin clothing
instantly transformed his already eager heart into overwhelming lust. Fortunately, Su Chen was wearing loose pants today,
allowing him to subtly conceal his surging erection.
Although Su Chen believed his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he couldn't deny that the woman before him possessed
a mature beauty that his mother lacked. Stimulated by Yang Qingqing, Su Chen yearned even more to return to his mother's side and experience that warm,
comforting paradise. As he drew closer, inhaling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from Yang Qingqing, and stealing a glance at her
fair arms exposed by her sleeveless top, Su Chen calmed his racing heart and looked directly at Yang Qingqing, saying, "Excuse me,
sister, could you please move aside?"
From a young age, Su Chen, being a gifted student, had developed the habit of calling everyone "brother" or "sister,"
as he was always among the younger generation at school. However, thanks to Su Yi's meticulous care over the past decade, Su Chen avoided becoming
the kind of person who is a genius in academics but an idiot in daily life. Now, Su Chen shows signs of maturity
beyond his years in his interactions with others, but there are still some things he learned before reaching a certain age. For example, Su Chen couldn't tell Yang Qingqing's age and called her that
ingratiating nickname.
When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw Su Chen smiling so close to her, catching a whiff
of his youthful scent tinged with sweat, she felt a little flustered. She brushed her hair behind her ear to calm herself, then remembered
Su Chen's words and address. Her beautiful eyes seemed to shimmer with youthful energy as she looked at him, and she giggled
, "I'm not your sister, you have to call me Aunt Yang. Look at you, all sweaty, running around like that. Go home and take a shower
."
After taking out her keys and entering her home, Yang Qingqing shook her head. When she gave birth, her family and husband had hoped
for a son, which made her, who was indifferent to gender, yearn for a son and made many preparations. After giving birth to
Tongtong, although the family had a slight regret, they all doted on their lovely daughter, especially her, who
cared for her meticulously and spent a lot of time with her. The mother and daughter had a very close relationship. But looking at Su Chen today stirred up long- forgotten
memories for Yang Qingqing.
"Mom, I'm so hungry! Why did you take so long at Aunt Su's house? When are we going to eat?" Wang Tongtong
came out of her room upon hearing the voice. Her petite face, resembling Yang Qingqing's, was adorned with large, watery eyes that
blinked as she spoke, seemingly conveying meaning. Coupled with her cherry-like lips and delicate nose, she looked like a
beautiful anime girl. This was Yang Qingqing's impression after watching her daughter's favorite TV program.
Seeing her daughter, Yang Qingqing immediately forgot her earlier thoughts, picked up Wang Tongtong, and smiled, "Mommy
's darling, Mommy will take you to meet your tutor right away."
"Tutor? Who?" Wang Tongtong looked confused. "My grades are good, although I'm not in the top
ten of the class, I'm still among the top. Why would I need a tutor? Could it be the beautiful Aunt Su?"
Her beloved daughter kept asking, but Yang Qingqing kept her in suspense, telling her to organize her homework
while Yang Qingqing went to her room to change her clothes.
After all, the dress she'd just worn was too low-cut. She hadn't noticed it while talking to Su Chen, and the fourteen-year-old boy's clear
eyes seemed innocent. But her husband was often away from home, so she had to be careful.
Her husband worked hard for the family, cherishing her and making her a housewife, only occasionally
visiting the clothing store he co-owned with her sister.
Yang Qingqing knew her charm. Although she appeared mature and alluring, she was a traditional
woman at heart, dreaming of marrying and raising her children, like her parents, growing old together hand in hand,
having two children like her parents. Before, she might have only imagined two sisters or two brothers, but now she knew the man should be like Su Chen
, and the woman like Tongtong, with children to dote on. Immersed in this beautiful dream, Yang Qingqing didn't realize her daughter was waiting
impatiently outside and calling out until she hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, forgetting her original intention for changing clothes.
Carrying several dishes, Yang Qingqing and her daughter entered the Su family home. Wang Tongtong's sweet little mouth made Su Yi very happy
. Su Yi turned on the TV for Wang Tongtong so she wouldn't cause trouble in the kitchen and could watch her favorite TV program. The two
mothers went into the kitchen together, discussing the dishes to be prepared for the meal.
Yang Qingqing shook the vegetables in her hands and asked, "Where's Su Chen?"
"He came back covered in sweat, so I sent him inside to take a shower!" Whenever Su Yi talked about Su Chen, her lips and eyebrows
would always be filled with a smile: "He wouldn't take a car, he insisted on walking back to familiarize himself with the area. He's exhausted." The soft
complaint couldn't hide the tenderness in her words.
Seeing Su Yi like this, Yang Qingqing smiled knowingly, lowered her head and silently prepared the dishes at the counter.
Seeing this, Su Yi, not wanting to be outdone, prepared to show off her own culinary skills.
A subtle rivalry emerged between the two women, each trying different culinary tricks to win their children's hearts. They laughed and joked softly,
and Su Yi's affection for Wang Tongtong filled Yang Qingqing with pride.
In the warm room, the last rays of sunlight lingered, seemingly reluctant to leave, but the cozy scene in the kitchen
remained unchanged.
Thanks to the two mothers' meticulous preparation, dinner was served a little late, the table laden with delicious dishes that dazzled
the two little gluttons.
The two mothers smiled at their children, constantly serving rice and
water to their two "greedy devils. "
As Yang Qingqing had expected, Wang Tongtong, who had long complained about having no friends and often asked her mother to give her a younger brother or sister for
company, seemed very satisfied with her new brother, Su Chen.
Seeing her daughter's expression upon first meeting Su Chen, and how she clung to him, ignoring the television
, Yang Qingqing was inexplicably reminded of childhood sweethearts. This made her look at Su Chen with even greater
favor, growing increasingly pleased with him.
When Su Chen came out of the shower and saw Wang Tongtong, he was surprised that the little girl from the television screen had come to life.
He was overjoyed to have such a lovely little sister, revealing his boyish nature, and
soon they were playing together.
Before dinner, when Wang Tongtong played in Su Chen's room and saw the wall of awards and the neatly arranged
certificates and trophies in the cabinet, her bright eyes shone with admiration,
surprising even Yang Qingqing.
Because their children's schools were very close, the two families agreed at the dinner table that Su Chen would accompany
Wang Tongtong to and from school every day, and the two would study together at home.
Upon hearing the news, Wang Tongtong's face lit up with excitement. "Great! I want to
get into university quickly like my brother and go to university with him!" Leaning against Yang Qingqing beside her, Wang Tongtong pleaded
, "Mommy, please?"
Yang Qingqing patted her daughter's head affectionately and said, "With such determination, how could Mommy disagree?
Besides asking your brother Su Chen, you also need to work hard yourself."
Su Chen was taken aback, but seeing the pleading look in Wang Tongtong's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely work hard to help
you get into university as soon as possible. Trust me."
Looking at Su Chen's serious expression, Wang Tongtong nodded her small head earnestly and said, "I will definitely do my
best."
The initial awkwardness Wang Tongtong felt upon meeting Su Chen had long since vanished after learning his age.
Her father was often away from home, and although she had her mother's company, the interpersonal relationships in her neighborhood were distant, and there were no
playmates of her age at her grandmother's house. The lonely girl always felt a sense of loneliness.
Unexpectedly, the handsome and sunny neighbor she met today instantly captured
a certain place in the girl's heart. She didn't yet understand the inexplicable feelings, only that she was happy
playing and laughing with him, and didn't want to leave.
Thinking about studying with him every day, even those dreaded homework days seemed somewhat
anticipated. She could ask him questions when she didn't understand something, instead of racking her brains for ages. The girl jumped up
.
"Mom, I can do it myself, you have to eat too!" the obedient daughter said to her mother.
Looking at her daughter's back, Yang Qingqing realized this was already her daughter's third bowl of rice. Seeing her daughter, who usually needed a lot of persuasion to eat two bowls,
but today had such a hearty appetite, she smiled lovingly, "Our Tongtong eats so much! Looks like
Mom's going to raise a little piggy." Every time she tried to persuade Wang Tongtong to eat at home, she would say that her mother was going to raise her into a little piggy
. Now Yang Qingqing was using this to tease her.
Wang Tongtong turned around, made a face, and said, "Because Aunt Su's food is so delicious." Seeing Yang Qingqing's feigned reproach
, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mom's is delicious too."
Yang Qingqing couldn't maintain her angry expression anymore and giggled, "You're so sweet-talking."
Wang Tongtong, walking into the kitchen, felt a little confused about what she had seen out of the corner of her eye when she turned around.
Under the table, Aunt Su's small, white hand seemed to be holding something at her brother's waist
. The fleeting glimpse was quickly forgotten and didn't linger in the girl's mind. Thinking about showing her newly-adopted brother to her classmates at school tomorrow
, the girl was overjoyed.
At the dinner table, Su Yi and Yang Qingqing ate very little, focusing instead on watching their children eat. Each smiled and nestled beside
their children. Su Yi put down her chopsticks early, placed the kettle on the table, and poured
water for Su Chen and Wang Tongtong with one hand. Just as her other hand reached under the table, her son seized the opportunity, placing it on his
erect penis, which was still erect despite being partially obscured by clothing.
Hesitant because of the presence of others, Su Yi's delicate hand began to gently caress the fabric, feeling
the penis becoming increasingly restless in her pants. She then used her small hand to straighten the hot shaft, feeling
the heat with her wrist, gently kneading the two mounds in her palm. Seeing Su Chen using eating to conceal
his gaze from the opposite side, she inwardly scolded her son for his boldness, but her actions became increasingly gentle, making him more comfortable and satisfied
. Unbeknownst to her, a dangerous gaze lingered on her.
Seeing Su Chen's satisfied look, "Mom's the best," Su Yi gave him a gentle piece of
advice: "With guests around, just like this..."
Su Yi withdrew her charming smile from her son. The warmth in her hand seemed to emanate from her son. She gradually felt
the flowing moisture, the dampness making her want to shift her position. Suddenly, the thing she was holding swelled up, and
a trickle of liquid secreted from her wrist. Somewhat surprised, following Su Chen's stunned gaze, Su Yi
noticed that because Yang Qingqing had lowered her head, her large breasts were pressed under her clothes, leaving a deep imprint, a
powerful allure, a sight she couldn't match. Su Yi's small hand, which was turning the breasts, unconsciously
tightened slightly.
Su Chen was startled, looking at Su Yi. Seeing his mother's unusual expression, he assumed she was jealous, unaware that Su Yi's mind
was only on how to ask Yang Qingqing for the secret to larger breasts. His erection attracted his mother's attention, and...
Su Yi uttered five silent words, "I only love Mom." His affectionate gaze lingered until his mother lowered her head, then
a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Following his gaze, he noticed his mother's unnatural leg position. Su Chen put down his chopsticks, and under
the guise of picking up the kettle to shield Yang Qingqing's view, he rubbed his arm against his mother's firm breasts, deliberately displaying a seductive
expression. He saw the shy look in his mother's eyes.
His large hand expertly slipped under her skirt. His mother opened her doors wide, welcoming Su Chen's visit without any concealment. Su
Chen's fingers directly touched her soft labia, sometimes entwining with the downy hair, sometimes
rubbing and probing the already moist cleft. He felt his mother's body becoming increasingly relaxed.
Yellow light poured from the dining room ceiling. The four people at the table chatted and laughed. The scene between the mother and son's lower bodies was
incredibly alluring.
Su Chen's middle finger finally couldn't resist the call of her vagina. Submerged in soft, yielding flesh, feeling the warm, supple walls
of her vagina tightly envelop him, his fingers responded. His mother's grip tightened suddenly, increasing her pace slightly, and her jade-like legs
wrapped around his from under the table. Su Chen, intrigued, began a rapid series of thrusts. A blush rose on his mother's face
, her gaze towards Su Chen filled with longing. He knew his mother was aroused, though she never refused his
advances. But the circumstances weren't right…
Su Chen used his free hand to pour Su Yi a glass of water. His fingers, no longer thrusting,
gently caressed her mound, his fingers lightly touching the swollen labia, wisely refraining from further
stimulation.
After pouring Yang Qingqing a glass of water, Su Yi, calming herself, gave Su Chen a reproachful glare.
Her gaze seemed to say to her son, "Stop acting up!"
Since they'd only ever heard of child prodigies on television news, and rarely witnessed one in their own lives, Yang Qingqing and Wang Tongtong
had many questions about Su Chen's upbringing. Seizing the opportunity, the mother and daughter bombarded him with strange and unusual questions. When they touched
on private matters, Su Chen blushed, and Yang Qingqing found the boy's introverted shyness amusing, completely unaware of
how extraordinary the scene under the table appeared to her as an outsider.
The four of them ate for nearly an hour, chatting for a while afterward until Wang Tongtong
had to go home to shower. Yang Qingqing said to her daughter, "Who told you to play so wildly?
Go home first, Mom's coming right away." She got up to clear the table.
Su Yi stepped aside from her seat, smiling as she stopped her, "Let me do it, Sister Qing, please sit down for a while."
Su Yi seemed a little dazed as she stood up, but still gently pushed her chair under the table first.
Su Chen stood up as well. Wang Tongtong took his hand and said, "Don't forget our promise."
Watching Wang Tongtong skip out the door, Su Chen said to his two mothers, "I'll help Mom tidy up too."
Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the kitchen and was wiping the table and chairs with tissues.
Yang Qingqing wanted to do something more, but Su Yi firmly held her hand down. Seeing Su Yi's determined expression and
Su Chen's firm stance, Yang Qingqing could only smile at Su Yi and say, "Alright, alright, I'll sit for a while. I'll invite you to
our house for dinner sometime. You have to do what I do then, little sister."
Yang Qingqing walked towards the living room, unaware that a beautiful scene was being witnessed by Su Chen, who had just come out of the kitchen. As she stood up, her
short skirt slipped down slightly, and a glimpse of her snow-white skin was inadvertently exposed to the light.
The lace trim on her white undergarments attracted Su Chen's gaze, and her plump buttocks seemed to
burst out of her short skirt in his eyes. As Yang Qingqing straightened up, the strange sight was immediately concealed, and in that short time, Su Chen had
etched it into his mind. The successive stimulations made Su Chen feel a throbbing pain in his lower body. It made him even more eager
to become one with his mother.
He watched the tear-jerking drama on TV. This was also
the best way for a housewife to pass the time when her husband was not at home...
"Definitely, definitely. Then I'll have to trouble Sister Qing tomorrow." Su Yi was clearing the dishes on the table, watching her daughter wipe
the water stains on the chair while Yang Qingqing was away. Her daughter's fingers had made her lower body wet, but
luckily her daughter had made her lift her lower body slightly and put her skirt behind her buttocks, otherwise there would definitely be marks on the skirt. Looking at
the scene on the chair that took up most of the space, resembling an abstract painting of buttocks, Su Yi's eyes were filled with shyness, but her voice when she responded to Yang
Qingqing showed no abnormality.
Due to the room's layout, a glass partition separated the living room and dining room. Su Chen, who had been forcibly suppressing his desire, found
his mother's gentle comfort during meals
insufficient for someone accustomed to constantly indulging in the pleasures of her body at home. Today's situation was unprecedented for the Su family. Coupled with Yang Qingqing's unconsciously seductive
allure, it only fueled his young body's desire.
Su Chen quickly cleaned the table, throwing the tissues into the corner trash can. He moved behind his mother
, facing the living room, while Yang Qingqing sat on the table with her back to him. All he could see was her long, black
hair.
Su Chen pulled his pants down to his lap, grabbed his mother's legs, and rolled her skirt around her waist.
The slippery sensation made him sigh softly. Feeling his mother's body tremble slightly, Su Chen fondled her
alluring, high-perched buttocks before kneeling beneath her, gazing at the beautiful sight before him.
The once neat, jet-black pubic hair was now a mess, a full, red slit in the middle,
and his favorite scent wafted from her large labia. Su Chen inserted his tongue into her vulva, savoring the tenderness of the inner walls
, his wet tongue flicking out and then slipping back in, making soft, alluring sounds. He also stimulated
her swollen clitoris, scraping off and swallowing the newly secreted vaginal fluid. For Su
Chen, this was a delicacy only he could enjoy.
His mother's body was soft and boneless, as if she were using his head as a chair. Her fair legs were draped over his
shoulders, and one hand eventually gripped his head, pressing it tightly against her abdomen until he could barely breathe, at which point she
struggled to stop enjoying her drink.
He looked at the fluid seeping from her vulva. Su Chen abruptly stood up, hastily
guiding his erect penis, which had been hovering in mid-air for a while but had been somewhat neglected by its owner, to his mother's vulva, grinding against her tender private parts.
There, the large glans rested on her soft, moist labia.
As Su Yi was teased by her son's slightly itchy pubic hair, feeling her usually neatly trimmed
pubic hair intertwined with her son's thick, weed-like pubic hair, imagining them intertwined and inseparable
, she remembered what her son had once said to her, pointing to this spot: "There are hundreds and thousands of hairs here, representing that
we, Mom and I, will be entangled for thousands of years. No one can separate us." Each time Su Yi recalled this, a
sweet feeling welled up inside her.
The impending penetration caused her full body to tremble. Her sensitive lower body thanked her son's erect penis, and her limp body, once inside the large glans, seemed to automatically follow the position, 　　slowly swallowing him whole
, even without her son's movements . 　　Su Yi knew her body was about to collapse, but because Yang Qingqing was in the living room, she still used her last bit of 　　strength to clamp her legs together and suppress her son's surging movements, whispering a reminder, "Be careful..." 　　Burying herself deep in her cloud-like hair, Su Chen kissed his mother's rounded earlobe and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming 　　." His hands gripped her now limp legs, and with a thrust of his hips, his long-awaited penis 　　surged forward, feeling the already overflowing, wet embrace. 　　Su Chen pulled the flesh in his hands downwards, then stopped abruptly, pressing hard against 　　the deepest part of his mother's body, holding for a moment. After savoring the exquisite pleasure brought by the wetness of his mother's body, 　　he slightly loosened his grip, his hands moving to her full breasts, shaping them in his hands, 　　playfully rubbing her nipples with his fingers. 　　Upon hearing Ai'er's reply, Su Yi, always perfectly cooperative, immediately took a deep breath, her hips 　　adjusting to Ai'er's movements. As the hot glans entered her beautiful flower garden, Su Yi let out a 　　sweet moan that no one could hear. Her jade legs gently twisted, her body slowly sliding down as the thick, hot treasure continued to advance. Unconsciously, her toes trembled slightly, her body arching into a bow shape. At this moment, Su Yi's appearance resembled 　　a beautiful swan 　　stretching its neck in a ballet . 　　When Ai'er filled the emptiness in her flesh cave completely, feeling that there was no gap between their lower bodies, especially with 　　Ai'er's actions that seemed to want to softly crush her entire body and stuff it inside, Su Yi's body became even hotter. "So comfortable 　　!" Her beautiful eyes shone with intoxicated sunlight, and the movement of her little tongue licking her lips was full of seductive passion. 　　Su Chen lowered his skirt, concealing the bizarre sight of their lower bodies. Only on the gleaming floor tiles beneath their feet could one 　　see that, beneath the white skirt, his beautiful mother's honeyed vulva was wantonly biting her son's thick, dark penis, dripping with saliva. The sight 　　of the prying eyes was unmistakable. 　　The mother and son were now entirely supported by Su Chen's young, strong body. Su Yi bit 　　her lower lip, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her throat, her mind solely focused on her son's physical needs. Finally, glancing 　　at Yang Qingqing watching TV in the living room, Su Yi picked up the dishes and whispered, "Let's go 　　, be careful." 　　Su Chen embraced his mother's slender waist, his hand resting on her flat stomach. He kicked off his pants, and 　　under the light of the dining room, the young man, naked, embraced his beautiful mother. A prelude to a passionate dance had 　　begun. 　　"Oh..." As the two took their first step, Su Yi felt the stimulation was more intense than usual 　　. In this furtive atmosphere, Su Yi's mind was filled with only the hot, throbbing penis inside her, 　　and she couldn't help but moan. 　　Although Su Yi lowered her voice, the melodious sound still echoed in the surrounding space, making Su Yi tremble 　　with nervousness. The bowls she held in her hands trembled slightly, and the two of them, like two statues, only turned their heads to look back 　　at the living room. Seeing Su Yi's somewhat frightened expression, Su Chen ignored everything else and 　　walked towards the kitchen, which was a few steps away. 　　Clunk, clunk... The slight clinking sound mixed with the suppressed moans from the woman's throat only lingered in the room for a few 　　seconds before disappearing into the kitchen as the door was quietly closed. Yang Qingqing looked back thoughtfully, but 　　saw nothing. 　　If she had turned around a few seconds earlier, Yang Qingqing might have seen the introverted 　　yet polite boy deep within her heart, his bare bottom bobbing as he led his mother into the kitchen. Her newly adopted little 　　sister, like a koala, clung to the boy, wriggling like a snake. But Yang Qingqing only heard 　　the sound of water coming from the kitchen. She smiled, not even noticing the shadowy corner she'd caught in the corner of her eye; 　　the wailing tragedy typical of the TV drama had completely captured her attention. 　　When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw the tissue Su Chen handed her, she realized she'd 　　unknowingly shed tears. 　　"Thank you," Yang Qingqing said, her eyes still a little red. She took the tissue and tidied herself, 　　feeling a little embarrassed by her outburst. She couldn't help but explain, "I just started crying while watching it. It was so touching 　　." Yang Qingqing's voice choked with emotion. Her thoughts were still immersed in the scene she'd just witnessed. 　　Looking again at the mature woman's charming demeanor in Xie Li's arms, Su Chen's eyes remained calm and still, his thoughts entirely 　　focused on his mother still tidying up in the kitchen. Unbeknownst to him, he was speaking words that had flashed through his mind because of Yang Qingqing's words 　　, rambling on and on. 　　"Aunt Yang, I think it's the little things in life that are truly moving. Every second of our lives 　　is a fleeting chapter of our youth, a unique story that everyone is acting out, a magnificent movie that others can't replicate 　　or experience. These are incomparable to those daydreaming scenarios." 　　Su Chen paused, recalling the days he spent with his mother, and smiled, "For me, what moves me most 　　is having a mother who loves me most in the world. Every day of my life is filled with touching moments..." 　　Su Chen was about to continue speaking when he looked up and saw a tear welling up in Yang Qingqing's eyes again 　　. She nodded approvingly at Su Chen, her beautiful eyes gazing behind him. 　　Turning around, he saw that Su Yi's eyes were also slightly red. Su Chen knew that his mother had overheard his thoughts. He 　　tidied himself up and walked safely to the living room. Hearing these words, Su Yi smiled sweetly and looked over. Su Chen also gazed at the charming woman.

The mother remained silent, a thousand words seemingly conveyed through their unspoken understanding. Watching the silent yet
tender atmosphere between mother and son, Yang Qingqing felt a surge of blessings.
Picking up a few more tissues, Yang Qingqing composed herself, about to say a few words, when her daughter's voice rang
out from outside the door: "Mom, Dad's calling."
Her husband, Wang Jianming, who was away from home, would always call Yang Qingqing whenever he could find the time in the evenings.
Although they were often separated, Yang Qingqing felt relatively at ease knowing her husband was away for over 300 days a year.
They had dated for three years during university, and married immediately after graduation when Yang Qingqing became pregnant. After several years
of hard work, Wang Jianming had climbed to the position of regional sales manager at his company, while Yang Qingqing stayed home to care for their daughter, providing
him with unwavering support.
Their phone calls often lasted for hours, frequently ending only when Wang Jianming's phone battery died. Yang
Qingqing held a strange anticipation for their long phone conversations.
A glint of surprise flashed in Yang Qingqing's beautiful eyes. She stood up and said, "Little sister, you really have a good son. I'll go
answer my husband's call first. Come stay with me tomorrow during the day." Yang Qingqing opened the door and turned back
to smile at Su Yi, who had come to the door.
Wang Tongtong peeked her head from beside her mother and said to Su Chen, "Brother, wake me up tomorrow."
Su Chen gave an "OK" sign, and Wang Tongtong happily pulled Yang Qingqing into their own
house across the street, which was wide open.
When the two iron doors slammed shut at the same time, they also shut out the situation that no one knew about.
After entering the house, Yang Qingqing didn't rush to answer the phone. She first sent her daughter to her room to sleep. Wang
Tongtong took the agreement she had just made with Su Chen very seriously and kept nagging her mother not to forget to wake her up tomorrow. Yang Qingqing pinched
her daughter's delicate nose and smiled, "Mom knows, I definitely won't forget. Tongtong, go to sleep first, and
get up early tomorrow." She gently closed her daughter's bedroom door. She turned off the room's appliances.
Her steps were light as she walked towards the bedroom. Yang Qingqing's face held an undisguised arousal. Upon entering, she locked the door
tightly. Gazing at the telephone beside her pillow, she bit her lower lip and walked to the window, closing the curtains and
dimming the bedside lamp to a barely perceptible level. Only a faint, floating white light remained in the room, swirling in the air.
"Oh—" A soft moan escaped Yang Qingqing's lips. In the dim light, her voluptuous
body was revealed with a wave of her hand. Her top, skirt, and underwear were hastily stripped away,
scattered across the floor, the bedside, and the corners of the room.
In the center of the room, as if by magic, a snow-white body emerged from the darkness. At this moment, Yang Qingqing was
like a bewitching witch descended to earth, alluring and seductive. Although she had given birth to a lovely daughter,
her abdomen seemed devoid of any excess fat, her buttocks were high and rounded, her waist slender and seemingly impossible to grasp, and the most prominent feature of her exaggerated curves
was her two firm, unbound breasts. Any man who saw them would be transformed into a beast. Her usual
dignified demeanor in the face of persistent, harassing men had vanished. As she tossed and turned, her chest rose and fell slightly, her nipples
like playful sprites drawing patterns incomprehensible to anyone in the dark night. Yang Qingqing, her face flushed,
picked up the phone.
Meanwhile, in a hotel during his journey, Wang Jianming lay on his bed. His subordinate, who was supposed to share the room, left with a smile .
Wang Jianming knew he was probably going to see the beautiful woman he had seen in the lobby, but he had no such intentions. Wang
Jianming was extremely proud of his beautiful wife, and her increasingly mature beauty after marriage made him
, along with his pride, eager to make her a housewife.
When he finally heard his wife's voice after a long wait, Wang Jianming certainly hadn't expected what was on the other end of the phone. He
had never seen her like this before. If he had known what his conservative wife looked like now, Wang Jianming would have rushed to Yang Qingqing's side immediately
, offering her masculine comfort. This was just speculation. Therefore, Wang Jianming would never know that this
mature, traditional woman had already taken a small step in exploring sexual matters.
In Wang Jianming's mind, his wife was the perfect partner, capable both in public and at home. In university
, the honest and kind Wang Jianming was envied by his close friends because of his beautiful girlfriend. On the eve of graduation, Wang Jianming
accidentally took Yang Qingqing's virginity during a drunken moment. Even though his
wife complained that she had intended to save her virginity for their wedding night, Wang Jianming still felt some regret that neither of them had fully savored their first time.
Their marriage was a case of "getting married before marriage." After graduation,
Wang Jianming hastily married Yang Qingqing, who was pregnant, while looking for a job. He worked incredibly hard for their family. However, as his position rose,
the time he spent away from home increased dramatically, leaving his beautiful wife alone at home.
Wang Jianming also had a private matter he found difficult to discuss regarding their sex life. The traditional Yang Qingqing
only wanted one position in their marital sex life, but Wang Jianming, due to a slight inferiority complex stemming from his small penis,
was unable to bring her to a passionate state. Because of this, his desires were limited.
Furthermore, years of busy work and constant travel had caused him to suffer from neurasthenia and frequent
headaches, which manifested as premature ejaculation. Although Yang Qingqing valued her husband's health and
tried to help him improve his health when he was home on rest, their sex life remained infrequent, and the overall
quality of their sex life remained low.
For Wang Jianming, his home, with its beautiful and virtuous wife and lovely daughter, was always his safe haven
. His hard work was rewarded the most when he returned home to see his family. The desire to make up for past regrets and enjoy life
was also brewing in his heart.
"Once I go back to work at headquarters, I'll rest for a while and then find a big hospital to cure this problem,"
Wang Jianming thought, listening to his wife's sweet voice and glancing at his slightly erect but short penis under the covers.
This was a secret he hadn't told Yang Qingqing.
Hearing her husband's deep, resonant voice, with its captivating quality befitting a broadcaster, was
one of the reasons Yang Qingqing had initially attracted him. The couple, separated by distance, chatted intimately. Yang Qingqing listened to her husband's work-related stories and
recounted her day's experiences, including her family, relatives, new neighbors, and the gifted young boy.
Yang Qingqing sometimes chuckled softly, sometimes playfully scolded him. Her free hands, however, continued to caress her body.
The dormant volcano of desire slowly loosened, and surging passion echoed within her body. Within her contorted flesh, it seemed as if
a demon was silently crying out.
Her breasts, already perky from constant caresses, rippled with each tremor. The rounded, rosy areolas expanded.
The nipples stood proudly atop those two majestic peaks. How much time passed, she didn't know. To satisfy the itch in her body,
the hand that had been caressing her genitals rubbed them hard a few times, fingers eagerly plunging into the flowing, honey-like opening, touching
the sensitive spots within. Yang Qingqing covered the receiver with her hand, unable to suppress a groan that Wang Jianming couldn't hear.
Then, she simply finished with "Mmm, Oh" to her husband.
Using the strength of her legs and head, her voluptuous body lifted her plump buttocks off the bed, thrusting upwards vigorously
to meet the thrusting of fingers. Her agile movements and alluring expression resembled a musician intently
playing a piece...
Her soaring vulva, its rosy petals blooming like flowers of life in the night, exuded
a primal allure of fragrance. The abundant pubic hair even adorned the area around her tightly closed anus,
perfectly complementing Yang Qingqing's ripe, peach-like figure and her current wanton expression.
Yang Qingqing continued to thrust her fingers in and out, stimulating her swollen clitoris, adjusting the angle to
reach every itchy corner of her lower body, her fingers leaving glistening trails of moisture with each movement.
Though a faint shyness remained on her face, Yang Qingqing was already intoxicated by the faithful sensations her body offered. Her body trembled and quivered like
a water snake. When that wonderful feeling came, Yang Qingqing clutched the phone tightly in her hand, pressed the pillow firmly
against her head, and her throbbing body shuddered violently. It hovered and trembled at its peak before gently
settling onto the already disheveled bed. Her fingers felt the wet, sticky liquid inside her gushing out,
spreading from her thighs as she lay flat. Yang Qingqing's mind tasted again that familiar paradise of passion that her husband could never provide . 　　The room, filled with a languid atmosphere, finally quieted down, except for the soft moans as if someone had covered her throat and 　　the lingering odor. 　　Removing the pillow and taking a deep breath, Yang Qingqing brought her hand to her eyes, scrutinizing it closely.
In the 　　dim light, her white palm seemed coated with a greasy white film. Yang Qingqing blinked her dazed eyes, stuck 　　out her tongue, and licked the finger she had placed to her lips. When the fishy taste reached her brain, Yang Qingqing suddenly 　　awoke. 　　"What am I doing!" A feeling of shame rose from the soles of her feet to her numb head. Her 　　narrow social circle meant that Yang Qingqing had only experienced her husband, leading her to believe that all men were the same 　　. Her instinctive aversion and avoidance of men who fawned over her appearance kept this woman, raising a 　　ten-year-old daughter, as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Although outwardly radiant, after entering her thirties, 　　the beauty of a mature woman, except for the unseen sorrow in her brows, did not diminish in the slightest due to the lack of her husband's care 　　. 　　As her daughter grew older, Yang Qingqing worried less, having more free time. Her body's natural desires slowly 　　surfaced, a restless feeling that always stirred her heart. This act provided her with catharsis, allowing Yang Qingqing to sleep peacefully, no longer tossing and turning in the middle of the night with her eyes open. "It will be better after my husband is transferred back to the head office," Yang Qingqing 　　thought as she 　　drifted off to sleep, 　　a mixture of satisfaction and weariness. 　　As time passed, the lights in the residential buildings dwindled, 　　the trees rustling in the gentle night breeze, and the moon showered the world with its light. All was silent, the earth 　　shrouded in a hazy veil, obscuring everything from a distance. 　　On the balcony next to Yang Qingqing's house, a white, translucent body lay on a straw mat, gently embraced by the moonlight. Her 　　rounded buttocks were covered by hands, assertively declaring their territory. Her 　　fair, jade-like skin shone with a delicate glow, her slender waist rising to a perfect curve. 　　Her dark hair veiled her face, nestled beneath the man's neck, her arms wrapped around him. In the pale 　　moonlight, the woman used the comfortable cushion beneath her as a bed, sleeping with the man's neck intertwined. Their legs were tightly 　　intertwined, and clumps of moisture were scattered beneath their bodies. The man, bathed in moonlight, smiled contentedly, lost 　　in a deep dream. 　　Outside the window, moths buzzed and danced, flitting about on the enclosed glass of the balcony, unable to 　　enter. Even the few that managed to escape were quickly eliminated by mosquito repellents installed by the thoughtful woman. 　　Incense filled the air, and a small fan gently whirred, bringing coolness to the sealed space. 　　"Eek—" The woman, seemingly asleep, gently lifted her head and made a sound. She propped herself up slightly, 　　gazing at the man beneath her, carefully trying to remain silent. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she lifted herself, and she 　　slowly returned to her original position. Everything was back to normal. 　　Turning around, her face appeared in the moonlight. It was Su Yi. Her cheeks were flushed, a satisfied smile played on her lips 　　, and several hickeys lingered on her neck. Her disheveled hair and overall aura exuded a wantonness. 　　The only thing that drew attention to her bare breasts was their rounded curves, which, when she bent over, resembled full peaches. 　　Su Yi bit down on a strand of hair that dangled from her lips, enduring the throbbing pain in her lower body and 　　the dizziness in her head. Looking down at her beloved son's hands on her buttocks, she realized that his middle finger was playfully inserted into her anus 　　, with only the tip protruding. No wonder she had been startled by that strange sensation when she stood up earlier. 　　"This child..." Gazing tenderly at her beloved daughter's sleeping face, Su Yi gently stroked 　　her hair, nuzzling her breasts against her daughter's body before letting them massage her. Su 　　Yi then gently kissed her daughter's chin, a few strands of hair falling causing her daughter to murmur in dissatisfaction. The sudden 　　movement made Su Yi quickly lie still, but she felt a tight touch on two points on her body, as if it had penetrated deeper 　　. 　　"Ah!" Su Yi chuckled, feeling both amused and exasperated, and nestled back into her daughter's embrace. 　　"You!" she whispered, gently rotating her daughter's beloved buttocks, using the soft flesh...

She rubbed her beloved son's breasts together, reaching behind him to grasp his hand, fingers intertwined, her anus slightly tightening. Watching
her son, even in his sleep, seem to sense his mother's love and care, a smile gradually appear on his face, Su Yi felt a surge of happiness
fill her heart…
Her hand, caressing her son's shoulder, paused, noticing his sweat and worried about the pressure
.
Su Yi held her breath, first lifting his son's free hand from his buttocks to his head, her intertwined legs clamping around his waist
. She tried to exert force, but the stimulation from her son made it impossible. Finally,
she could only wrap her arms around his neck to turn him over, their bodies now nestled against his broad chest in a
side-lying position. Su Yi let out a soft breath, her face flushed, her firm breasts pressing against his body,
her beautiful eyes gazing at him. She looked at her lifelong support.
Su Yi processed the images in her mind. Slowly etch today's events into her memory. Sweetly nestled together, she drifts off to sleep.
The years turn…
A scene from her dream:
"Mom…Mom, Mom…Mom," her babbling son, Chenchen, toddles towards her. She claps her hands, tilting
her head to listen to her beloved son's first call.
Her face, often unexpectedly streaked with tears, her dark, closed heart, strengthened by her son's daily growth,
dispels the shadows within, bringing her a gentle smile.
The strange looks from others make her prefer to stay in her room with her son, only exposing
her breasts so her son can suckle with relish. She often sits
motionless in her room for hours, and when the feeling of abandonment washes over her, only holding her son brings her peace. Every day, watching
her precious baby in her arms, eating when hungry and sleeping when he's eaten, she feels a warmth against her chest. The wounds of her past are
slowly erased by this warmth. Until her beloved son was weaned, her nipple was practically always in his mouth.
Even without the whole world, as long as you're here, my darling. She held her son tightly. This one and only treasure
.
...
Another dream scene:
Su Chen was a little over five years old and ready to go to school. He had a face that looked just like hers, and her adorable and sensible son, growing up,
occupied her entire heart. The smile that had disappeared returned to her face; her thoughts were entirely focused
on her son. She took meticulous care of everything, big and small, fearing that he might be uncomfortable or wronged. When her son
was unhappy, Su Yi seemed even more listless, lacking energy for anything.
In peaceful days, Su Yi patiently taught her son to read and write during the day, bathed him, and at night held
him against her bare chest as she slowly fell asleep.
Until the next day arrived.
Su Yi was carefully preparing dinner in her room when her son, who should have been playing outside,
rushed in crying, his little face swollen. Her heart skipped a beat; she didn't know what had happened. She rushed over, gently
rubbing the bruise. Su Yi asked with heartache, "Chenchen, what happened? Tell Mommy,
where else does it hurt besides here?" Oh dear, it's all bruised! Looking at her son's injury, Su Yi frantically checked his
body.
Just as she was about to go inside to get some money to take him to the hospital, her son looked up, his round eyes filled with fear
, at Su Yi, who was gently blowing on his face. He said, "I'll never play with them again.
They said I'm a child without a father." Her son pitifully lowered his head: "They said bad things about Mommy. I was so
angry, so I fought with them."
Su Yi's body trembled. She couldn't believe her son was injured for such a reason. Looking at her precious son's
swollen face, her heart ached, and words stuck in her throat. Only tears streamed down her face.
Su Chen gently wiped away Su Yi's tears with his little hands. Looking at his crying mother, Su Chen
said with a slightly panicked face, "Mommy, don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all. I won't play with them anymore. I'll be good, Mommy,
don't cry..."
She hugged her sensible son tightly, kissed his ear lightly, and tears fell even more freely. She choked out, "Mommy
, don't cry, Mommy will never cry again..."
After carefully checking Su Chen's body, she found that only his face was badly swollen and no other parts were injured. Su Yi
then gave up the idea of going to the hospital, and the weight in her heart was lifted. Neither mother
nor son mentioned that taboo word again. The obedient son tried his best to amuse Su Yi, who was feeling a little depressed.
When Su Yi lay naked on the bed with her equally naked son, watching him grab her
two soft breasts and roll around in her arms, constantly kneading the breasts that he had never let go of since he was a child, thoughts swirled in Su Yi's mind
.
Su Yi gently clamped her son's tiny, toy-like genitals between her legs, wrapping them with the soft hair of her lower body
to hold him still. His round, chubby face rested perfectly against her high, firm breasts. One nipple
was already being bitten by him, while the other was being played with by his little hand, a position he loved to please
. Knowing he would soon drift off to sleep, Su Yi gently embraced her son's smooth back and finally
asked softly, "Chenchen, do you want your daddy?"
Releasing the nipple from his mouth, Su Chen looked up and replied, "I don't want a daddy, I just want to be with Mommy
." She knew that mentioning that word would sadden her mother and make her depressed. The obedient Su Chen lowered his head and began
teasing his nipples again with his little tongue, moving from one side to the other.
This made the mounds of flesh before Su Chen stand tall and firm, the soft, smooth pads beneath him always as soft as he could remember
, without exception. Su Chen also learned his mother's little secret: this was how she felt so
good. Just like now, her whole body relaxed. Mommy would feel comfortable and fall asleep, and when she was asleep, Mommy wouldn't be
sad anymore. The little child's heart held beautiful hopes.
Su Yi breathed a sigh of relief; the tingling sensation in her chest felt as if even her bones had softened, and she remained silent. Su Yi
hugged her son tightly. Her son was a miracle bestowed upon her by heaven; without him, perhaps she would no longer be in this world
.
Their intimate, naked sleeping posture didn't bother Su Yi. Only by holding her son like this could Su Yi fall asleep peacefully.
In a corner of her mind, locked away, old nightmares stubbornly peeked out, wanting to torment Su Yi's heart once more
. The faces and scenes she once considered nightmares reappeared in her dream, and Su Yi's cries and struggles were futile.
Su Yi couldn't escape; just as the scene she hated was about to reappear in her dream, a ray of light
pierced through the space. The face slowly replaced her son's, the pitch-black dream scene transforming into bright white. In reality,
Su Yi's trembling body, covered in cold sweat, slowly calmed down, her pale face gradually regaining its color.
In the dream, Su Yi reached out and embraced her son's dark body, which consisted only of his head. The feeling of everyday happiness filled
her heart again, her body radiating coldness. "You are my angel, my baby." The lower half that had once made her vomit was now tightly
held by Su Yi. "Even if you are a devil, Mom will go to hell with you." A soft laugh escaped her subconscious. "How embarrassing
... why am I having such a dream?" Su Yi couldn't resist the drowsiness. The scene in the dream finally came to an end.
Another scene from the dream:
...
Time flies. For Su Yi, the peaceful and happy days suddenly flew by until Su Chen was over thirteen years old, only then did
her hurried pace pause slightly.
After starting school, Su Chen showed his talent for learning, skipping grades repeatedly over the years. Thanks to Su Yi's
companionship, his self-study results were unparalleled. His grades consistently ranked first in his grade.
Watching her increasingly intelligent son grow up, Su Yi was naturally overjoyed.
Every day at home was always so sweet. Su Chen, who had never left his mother's side since he was little, would read books. The two of them
did everything together at home. Su Yi and her son loved the time they spent studying together. The two of them would snuggle together
, Su Yi supervising her son's review. Su Chen would even change the way he read, and Su
Yi would fulfill all his quirky requests.
As time slowly passed, Su Yi would often gaze at her son's youthful face for too long, lost in thought, intensely
feeling the joy that her beloved son's growth brought her. A touch of warmth settled into Su Yi's heart. It was etched in her mind
. Perhaps this was the fundamental reason why her son skipped grades. Su Yi thought to herself.
Su Chen's rapidly growing height made him look like a little adult, a head taller than his peers, making Su
Yi wonder if her son was destined to be different from others in everything. Su Chen, who had been
healthy and lovable since childhood thanks to Su Yi's nurturing, was a sight to behold.
Su Yi herself was even more astonishing to others; thankfully, she didn't go out often, otherwise their home would have been overrun with visitors.
Over a decade of peaceful life had passed, and Su Yi's youthful face had only gained a touch of charm.
She seemed blessed by heaven, retaining a girlish appearance, her increasingly full and mature figure making her look like a brother and sister standing next to her son. Su Chen felt sorry for his gentle mother, and now Su Chen made most of the decisions at home, and Su Yi was happy to let 　　the only little man
in the family take the lead. 　　For Su Yi, the happy years after Su Chen's birth gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows 　　. She no longer had nightmares, although the scenes in her dreams about her son always made her blush. It is often 　　said that a mother and son are of one heart, but Su Yi could say that she and her son were of one heart. She had given so much; Su Yi's heart beat only for her son 　　. She no longer cared about herself. 　　One afternoon, one of the countless moments of their time together that the mother kept in her mind came to mind. Let's look through Su Yi's memories 　　and see how the mother and son interacted. 　　The concrete ground between the buildings was scorching hot from the blazing sun, and the rising steam stained 　　the skin of pedestrians exposed to the direct sunlight red. The sweltering low pressure made people living in the reinforced concrete buildings turn on their appliances and curse the damned 　　weather, but inside the room, the mother and son were having a fun game. 　　The southern summer was truly hot. Su Yi splashed cold water, feeling the coolness 　　trickle down her snow-white body. Soon, both mother and son were soaking wet. Standing 　　behind her son, who was beginning to show signs of masculinity, she first lathered his chest and back with soap, then, holding his shoulders, she 　　gently massaged him with her full breasts. 　　"Oh—" her son, who had been standing still, uttered a comfortable, satisfied sound. He wrapped one arm around Su Yi's slender 　　waist, his gaze fixed straight ahead. His fingers deftly played with the pubic hair clinging to Su Yi's soft, wet skin. His 　　unusually erect penis stood in mid-air, its pubic hair growing thickly, and in a few years, it would cover the area around his penis like that of an adult man 　　. 　　In the hazy image, in the cramped space, a mature woman raised her buttocks and thrust her breasts forward, her hands gripping 　　the shoulders of the young man who was still trying to reach her broad chest. She was passionately performing a breastjob on the young body before her, her face 　　radiating a kind of sanctity. Yet, the image of her bare, round buttocks rubbing against the young man's arm looked 　　incredibly lewd. This was the scene reflected in Su Yi's eyes by the mirror on the wall. 　　Su Yi chuckled, looking back in surprise at the mirror. Her son had brought home a large block of ice and had been fiddling with it for a while 　　, and she, who had been helping him, had no idea what he was thinking. After dinner, her son had hurriedly pulled her inside. 　　Now, seeing the young man's gaze following her in the mirror, Su Yi coquettishly swayed her snow-white buttocks 　　a little more, her alluring figure quickly receiving a response. Her son tightened his grip, slapping her twitching 　　buttocks with a sharp sound, reminding Su Yi to pause. 　　The image in the mirror shifted again. Two fleshy creatures danced cheek to cheek, the suspicious sight being only one 　　moving. Ignoring the age difference, the woman seemed to be serving her husband. The one being served remained silent 　　, simply enjoying the pleasurable caresses. After a moment, the scene in the mirror changed again, this time the young man was serving his 　　wife, carefully caressing her entire body, the coolness making her inner walls tremble. 　　Looking at her son, refreshed and smiling, knowing he was waiting for the final step, Su Yi 　　glanced at the mirror one last time. The young man's gaze met hers, and they smiled sweetly at each other. Su Yi swept her long hair 　　behind her back. Turning away from the mirror, she was kneeling at her son's feet, her gentle gaze fixed on his face above her. 　　Her cherry-like lips took his penis in, and her son let out a satisfied sigh. Su Yi's arms encircled 　　his hips, and she followed his steps as he opened the door. 　　Each step was slow, as he waited for Su Yi. The son's darling and Su Yi's little mouth seemed to be stuck together.

Like glue, he was wrapped tightly in her arms. Su Yi sucked on him with her nimble tongue, her teeth being especially careful not to
hurt him. The journey wasn't long, and soon Su Yi felt she had reached the bedside. The two lay on it, still in
the same position. She felt her son holding her hair in his hand, gently stroking it and saying, "Mom,
remember to wake me around 2 o'clock."
He deepened the sensation of his penis in her mouth, and Su Yi responded vaguely. She felt her son's long breaths. Su Yi also
fell into a hazy waiting.
When did it start? A question lingered in her heart. Although she still
felt some lingering fear from last year's experience, the scene gradually appeared in her mind:
her son's birthday last year. It was the beginning of a new life for mother and son.
The consequence of Su Chen transferring schools was living in a new city. The key middle school provided free tuition; it all depended on
how many years Su Chen would stay here. Maybe two years, maybe one. Su Yi had no doubt about her son's genius
.
Their new home was nestled beside the scenic Ziyun Lake. From the balcony, one could see the lake hills faintly visible on the horizon and the
jade-green waters. A gentle breeze wafted in and out of the house from the distant lake. For Su Chen, a woman like a recluse
, this place was perfect. Most importantly, with her beloved son by her side, anywhere was the best.
Having just transferred to a prestigious high school in the city, Su Chen suggested a trip to Ziyun Lake one moonlit night
. Su Yi, who never refused her son's requests, readily agreed.
After dinner, they enjoyed a pleasant reading time. During this time, Su Chen complained that despite his rapid growth, he was still
half a head shorter than his mother. Su Yi had to offer some gentle words of comfort before finally leaving the house.
Su Yi, rarely seen out, wore a white dress, her skin, long deprived of sunlight, appearing as white as jade.
Her pure and charming face, her angelic smile as she walked gracefully along the road, nestled beside her son,
drew the attention of passersby
. Seeing this, Su Chen tried to protect his mother by standing tall, but his less-than-ideal physique couldn't hide the men's prying eyes.
Seeing this, Su Chen made a face and said to Su Yi, "Mom, I must grow taller."
Su Yi smiled sweetly at her son. Their stunning beauty made the bored men's
gazes fade away. When the owners of those gazes came to their senses, Su Chen had already quickly left with Su Yi, leaving only Su Yi's beautiful
silhouette in the eyes of onlookers.
To avoid disturbing his mother's rare moment of enjoyment, Su Chen deliberately chose quiet paths along the lake
.
Feeling the gentle breeze rustling the trees and the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore, mother and son stopped talking
, immersed in the harmonious chorus of nature. Unaware that as they ventured deeper into the forest, the scenery became increasingly
beautiful, but the number of pedestrians dwindled, they paid no attention to their surroundings. Su Chen,
happy to be able to walk alongside his mother, was caught off guard
when a cold glint appeared between the lush green trees, and a menacing face stood before Su Yi. Three lewd men,
brandishing daggers, surrounded the mother and son.
Attracted by Su Yi's beautiful face, their lewd gazes roamed over her entire body. Su Yi could only
shrink as much as possible behind her son, avoiding the menacing looks that seemed to want to strip her naked. Hearing the men's words, Su Yi
's heart grew colder.
"We'll borrow this woman to play with, you don't mind, do you?" the long-haired man said menacingly to Su Chen.
He looked at the beautiful young woman who was trying to hide behind her little boy. The man swallowed hard. "Damn,
it's worth dying for just one time."
A while ago, the three had their first sexual encounter—a gang rape—where they brutally gang-raped a young woman. The woman's husband was limp as a worm; they offered their wife up without lifting a finger, lying on the ground
and watching the whole thing unfold, a spectacle starring the woman as the leading lady. The feeling of that throbbing, smooth flesh beneath them
still lingered, fueled by their daydreams. The three could
n't resist wandering around the area again, hoping to encounter something like that again.
Seeing their lewd gazes, Su Chen, who had lived with his mother since childhood, straightened his back and said, "No,
you don't mind, right?" His fingers rapidly wrote "Run" on Su Yi's tightly clenched hand. He felt a tremor behind him
. Before the mother and son could exchange another word, the three men made their move.
The burly, fat-faced man thrust his dagger towards Su Chen's chest. Deliberately
brandishing his knife in Su Chen's sight, the round-faced man threatened, "Itching for a beating, haven't you had enough?"
The three men, seeing Su Yi shouting loudly, rushed forward despite the secluded location, fearing something might happen. The fat-
faced man dealt with Su Chen, while the long-haired and square-faced men pounced on the lustful body.
Su Chen's clever mind came into play in the early stages of the fight to protect his mother. Using his speed, he managed to shake off the fat-faced man first
, then used all his strength to slam the square-faced man into the long-haired man, seizing this precious opportunity.
Su Yi was pushed out of the encirclement by Su Chen, who turned to face the approaching fat-faced man, shouting, "Mom, run!"
Panicked, Su Yi obeyed her son's words, stumbling and running, her anxious eyes pleading for help.
A scream rang out from Su Chen; the age difference caused the boy to be kicked to the ground by the men. His confused
gaze cleared as he looked back. Seeing the situation behind him, Su Yi rushed forward to stop the fat-faced man from
trampling on her son. She shielded her son with her body. Two streams of tears fell onto him as he witnessed Su Chen's pitiful state.
Unexpectedly, the lamb was offered to them; the men, seeing the beautiful woman before them, were overcome with lust by her tragic beauty
.
Su Yi was pulled away from her son. The fat-faced man vented his frustration from losing the lottery on Su Chen
. Each dull thud seemed to strike Su Yi's heart. Su Yi cried incessantly, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me
!" Her cries had no effect. Su Yi's eyes slowly dimmed. Her heart sank
into a chilling, strange feeling.
The men, with lewd grins, watched the seemingly oblivious young woman, playfully slashing her clothes with a dagger
. Soon, her clothes could no longer conceal her beauty. The men's hands pressed against her snow-white breasts and back. The men
, captivated by the soft touch of her skin, even teased her small nipples with their tongues. The fragrant, snow
-white flesh made the men truly rejoice in their good fortune that day.
Su Yi's body was as still as a corpse, at the mercy of the men. Her heart was
sealed shut because the men blocked her view of her son. Her heart floated aimlessly, unable to find its footing. Was this a dream? Why did it feel so real? The moonlight in the dream was
so beautiful. Su Yi looked up. Why was the moon hiding behind the clouds? Why did waves of discomfort
wash over her? It was as if a long-ago, demonic encounter had given Su Yi these feelings. In the dream's sky,
voices echoed, sometimes near, sometimes far:
"Stop dawdling, hurry up!"
"I'll go first. If you want to do it, go to the back. I know you like to go through the back door. Look at this skin, so tender
. We'll take it to our place later, then we'll continue."
"Hey, why aren't you keeping an eye on that kid?"
"He's already passed out. Let me touch him. Tsk tsk, really nice. Hurry up, hurry up."
Something shattered in the dream. Oh, my heart aches so much. I don't want to have dreams like this.
The long-haired man grabbed the last shred of clothing covering Su Yi's body, impatiently pulling down his pants and revealing his weapon.
Unexpectedly, Su Yi suddenly resisted fiercely, her legs kicking wildly as if she had no feeling. Caught off guard,
the long-haired man was struck hard on the erection.
"Ouch..." The long-haired man rolled on the ground, finally managing to catch his breath and get up. Looking at his mocking companion,
he shouted, "Laugh at your mother's ass!" Su Yi, her legs already held down,
felt even more deeply wounded by the exposure of her private parts caused by her struggle. "Fuck!" she cried, jumping up and down, clutching her penis.
The delicate Su Yi released the last of her strength, her body
going completely limp as if devoid of a soul. Now, Su Yi's mind was devoid of color, only an endless grayness filled her.
The bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its cold light gazing down. A body that should have been still suddenly
leaped to its feet.
The men, still laughing at the long-haired man's ugly appearance and yet to begin their bestial acts, were completely unaware of the approaching
cold light behind them.
Their consciousness swayed, unwilling to face the cruel reality. Only when a voice pierced the clouds did they realize who was calling Su Yi
. A familiar feeling washed over her, and her frozen heart slowly began to thaw.
"Mommy, Mommy!" Su Chen finally heard her son's voice in her consciousness. Memories of her son
slowly filled the grayness of her consciousness, until her memory settled on the final image.
What followed, for Su Yi, who had finally overcome the horror of reality and opened her eyes out of concern for her beloved son
, felt like a lucid dream.
Three men lay on the ground, covered in blood. A weakened Su Chen held her close. The young boy's sudden
display of ability in the face of danger drew praise from the arriving police, and even caused a
young woman who had rushed out to punch and kick the thugs to yell at the man trying to stop her, "You're not even as good as him! Are you even a man
?!"
Back home, a young body wrapped in white gauze lay on the bed. Su Yi's small hand ran over the wounds, tears
welling in her eyes.
"Mom, don't cry." Su Chen, who had insisted on staying home to recover instead of going to the hospital, raised his only intact hand
to stop Su Yi.
Her nose still stung, and Su Yi pressed her son's hand to her face, feeling its warmth. It was this very
hand that had grabbed the dagger carelessly dropped by the men and rushed to save her. Unconscious, Su Yi didn't know
the details of what happened afterward, only hearing Su Chen's simple description. The danger she had faced still lingered in Su Chen's mind;
if something had gone wrong, Su Yi couldn't imagine what would have happened.
On Su Chen's thirteenth birthday, although her son kept insisting on getting out of bed, he couldn't
get his way despite Su Yi's insistence. The cake was placed on the bed, and Su Chen blew out the candles. Su Yi curiously asked, "
What did you wish for?" In previous years, her son would always tell her his birthday wish immediately. But this year, Su Chen
was different.
Looking at his mother waiting for an answer, Su Chen abruptly asked, "Mom, why have you been taking so many showers lately?"
Su Yi was startled, knowing her unusual behavior had been noticed by her son. Every time she recalled those past
scenes, Su Yi would rush into the bathroom and scrub her body vigorously.
Her son's words lifted that layer of darkness again, and Su Yi suppressed the urge to vomit. She said softly,
"Because Mom's body is so dirty. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous."
Su Chen smiled mysteriously and patted the bed, saying, "Mom, take your clothes off on the bed."
His mother, who had never refused her son since childhood, acted as usual. After a moment, a snow-white body was already standing on the bed. Su Chen spread
his legs slightly and gestured to his mother with his eyes. Su Chen, her jade-like legs pacing on the bed, knelt between her son's legs. Looking at
her silent son, Su Yi asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Leaning back slightly, Su Chen sat facing Su Yi on the bed. After a moment of eye contact, Su Chen suddenly kissed
her small lips. After a few sucks, she released Su Yi, who was slightly out of breath. Su Yi, panting heavily, said,
"You…"
Her words were interrupted by Su Chen's actions. Su Chen, like a devoted follower,
licked Su Yi's entire body with her tongue. Su Yi was filled with questions, but her son's gentle movements and cautious expression made her
lie obediently. She closed her beautiful eyes and lay on the bed, letting the comfortable feeling flow through her body. Until Su Chen's voice rang out:
"Mommy, are you disgusted?"
Disgusted? Comfortable. Su Chen smiled and shook her head.
Su Chen pressed his small, strugglingly erect penis against the entrance that had never been entered before, a slight
excitement rising in his heart. He looked up at Su Yi, only to see his mother staring at his penis.
For twelve years, Su Yi had never let Su Chen enter her vagina, at most caressing the pubic hair at the entrance. For Su Yi
, past painful experiences had instilled in her a fear of men, except for her beloved son. Her delicate body only accepted his
touch. She had long considered their relationship, concluding that it should be left to nature. But
after what felt like a brush with death, Su Chen changed, and Su Yi changed too.
The small penis slowly entered the tight vagina. Su Yi sat up, both mother and son watching
their lower bodies intently until they were completely joined together. Looking at his mother's flushed face,
Su Chen whispered, "Mom, are you disgusted?"
Understanding her son's thoughts, Su Chen finally couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face: "No, only happiness."
A crystal tear rolled down. A hazy veil was also pierced.
The rings of time. Gently. Let the stopped shuttle start turning again.
On the balcony, under the moonlight.
The mother and son in the dream scene overlapped with the man and woman nestled together in the present.
A crystal tear on the smiling sleeping face merged with the tear in the dream. As it slid down, it shimmered with
the colors of a dream.
[The End]

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