Ambiguous Green Mother

My name is Mi Xiaole, and I am an illegitimate child. My surname is neither that of my biological father, whom I have never met, nor that of my mother; it is the surname of my deceased adoptive father.
I never knew I wasn't my parents' biological child. It wasn't until after that tragedy took their lives that I thought I was an orphan with no relatives, only to have my biological mother appear before me.
She is Cheng Mengting, a popular actress at the time. When she brought me home, my mother was only in her early thirties, while I was already in middle school. My mother gave birth to me at a very young age, and unable to raise me, she had to give me away.
Later, she entered the film industry by chance and soon became a famous actress.
At that time, I was still living with my adoptive parents, leading a poor but carefree life. With her rise to fame, my family's circumstances changed dramatically. Later, I learned that my mother had never abandoned me; she had always silently cared for me, and she provided for all the expenses of my adoptive parents' home.
My mother and I returned home, but our relationship couldn't be made public, of course, because of her reputation. A female celebrity's reputation would be ruined if her illegitimate child were discovered. Therefore, my mother made meticulous arrangements to take care of me. She bought two top-floor apartments in a heavily guarded upscale residential area, one in my name and one in hers. Each apartment had two units per floor, and the elevator wouldn't open without a key card.
My mother spent most of the week there. Of course, she had other places to live; she only stayed there to be with me. Here, my mother didn't have to worry about paparazzi harassment, so on the surface, I was just her neighbor's little brother.
After being separated from my mother for many years, I was rebellious when we reunited. But I was quickly moved by her maternal love and genuinely accepted this celebrity mother. Besides, I had been her loyal fan, and seeing my idol become my mother filled me with surprise and excitement.
I've been with my mother for several years now, but she still looks exactly the same as when I first met her; her appearance hasn't changed at all. Her skin is still so delicate, smooth, and elastic; her long hair is still jet black and shiny; and her naturally oval face has exquisitely beautiful features, as if sculpted by a master craftsman.
No wonder, even after more than a decade in the industry, the media still refers to her as the "leader of the pure and innocent girl" image. No wonder she's always been known as the "Queen of Reverse Aging."
Actually, my mother has changed too, and that's in her demeanor. She's more mature and has a more womanly charm. Now, she's a dignified and elegant lady with a youthful and sweet aura.
Today is the first day after the college entrance exam, and I'm going to enjoy my completely free holiday. The thing I want to do most isn't to play games like crazy; I just want to spend time with my mother. Maybe we can't travel together like other mothers and children, but as long as I can be with her quietly, I'll feel very happy. My mother promised me that she would stay with me throughout this summer vacation.
Over the past few years, my relationship with my mother has deepened. She spoils me like a treasure, and I feel sorry for her working so hard all day.
Unfortunately, my mother hasn't come back yet; she went to a meeting to discuss an advertisement or something, and she won't be back until the afternoon.
I waited anxiously at home for most of the day, and finally, my mother came home.
At this moment, her long, black hair was styled in a bun, secured with a simple, vintage wooden hairpin. A single strand of hair cascaded down her back, playfully falling to one side of her delicate, fair face, adding a touch of allure. Her mother wore light makeup, making her already captivating face even more enchanting.
Her neck was slender and long, a classic swan neck. A shimmering gold necklace adorned it, with a bright red agate pendant hanging between her alluring V-shaped collarbone, making her fair skin appear even more radiant. The necklace wasn't expensive, costing less than a thousand yuan, but it was bought with the money I earned working during the summer after graduating from junior high school. After giving it to my mother, she never took it off.
She was now wearing a royal blue embossed vintage-style half-cheongsam dress, which made her appear so elegant and refined. Although her waist was slender, it didn't detract from her shapely figure. While her breasts and hips weren't enormous, they were certainly pert compared to her slim frame.
Her long legs didn't need stockings to accentuate them; her shapely calves beneath her knee-length skirt were enough to arouse any man's fantasies. Her delicate, white feet, painted with red toenail polish, paired with black crystal-embellished high-heeled sandals, further fueled any romantic notions.
My beautiful mother possessed not only the fragile, delicate beauty of an Eastern woman but also a captivating and alluring charm. As
soon as she entered the house, she kicked off her high-heeled sandals, walked barefoot into the house, plopped down on the sofa, and rubbed her soft, white feet, saying, "Ugh, what kind of shoes are these? They're so uncomfortable. I really don't want to be their spokesperson anymore." Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I should really take a picture of you like this and post it online with the title 'Beautiful Idol Cross-dressing as a Foot-Scooping Man.'"
By the time I returned to my mother's side, I was already a big boy. My mother said to me then, "Lele, I'm sorry you've suffered all these years. You've never been by my side since you were little, and I don't know how to get along with you. How about this, let's be good friends? You can tell me whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything I think too. Is that okay?" That's what my mother said, and that's what she did. So we really are like good friends, we can talk heart-to-heart and play together.
"You dare, I'll kill you!" My mother raised her hand, as if to hit me. But when she saw the water cup in my hand, she lowered her hand and smiled sweetly, "Good son, so filial, come to Mom's side." I went to my mother's side and handed her the water cup, "Drink this, it's cooled down." My mother actually suffers a lot. To take care of herself, she never touches cold drinks. Even on a hot summer day like this, she only drinks warm water.
She took the water glass, drank most of it in one gulp, and casually put it aside, starting to nag, "Lele, let me tell you, you should drink less cold drinks. And drink more water, you'll understand when you get older..."
She started lecturing me on health, and I couldn't let her continue, otherwise it might go on for half a day. I quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop! Stop! Miss Cheng, is this how you nag your fans?" "What did you say? You dare call me nagging? Believe me, I'll teach you a lesson right now!" Mom bared her pearly white teeth fiercely, looking both mischievous and cute.
"Miss Cheng, you should watch your words. I'm your neighbor, you can't disrupt peace and harmony." I grinned smugly, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"
Mom slapped her chest, looking like she suddenly realized something, and said, "That's right... I don't seem to have an obligation to give my neighbors pocket money, do I, Mr. Xiaomi?" A true actress indeed, before she finished speaking, her expression changed drastically, her bright eyes filled with innocence.
"You can't do this! How can you be a mother like that!" I exclaimed, realizing she was cutting off my livelihood.
"I'm like this, let's see what you can do about it." Mom haughtily raised her head and ignored me.
I had no choice but to resort to my trump card: flattery and fawning. "Mom, you didn't understand what I meant.
I mean, you should watch your words in the future, and never say 'old lady' again. You're not old at all! You're youthful and beautiful, sweet and charming, stunningly beautiful, with pearly white teeth and bright eyes, naturally beautiful, as pretty as a flower..." I rattled off all the words I'd learned from online novels to describe beautiful women, and Mom was indeed amused.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
I said seriously, "How can this be nonsense? These words are not enough to describe Mom's beauty!" Mom had been flattered far too many times; she was tired of hearing these kinds of words, but no matter how many times I said them, a look of joy would appear on her face. She gave me a coquettish glare and whispered, "You're being cheeky. Your punishment is to massage Mommy's feet!" With that, she arched her beautiful foot, then suddenly sprang out, her smooth, shapely calf forming a bright, straight line, and tucked her delicate little foot into my lap.
This wasn't punishment; it was practically a reward!
I happily grasped my mother's smooth, delicate feet, cradling them in my arms. Since we were at home, I was shirtless, and my mother's slender toes touched my bare chest, making my heart flutter.
My palms gently caressed the smooth, jade-like insteps of her feet, my thumbs pressing on her soft, delicate soles—more of an admiration than a massage. My mother's feet were so beautiful, like ice sculptures, flawless. Small and exquisite yet plump, they felt warm and smooth in my hands.
"Use a little more force," my mother commanded, watching over my half-hearted efforts.
I chuckled and said, "Yes, my queen,"
diligently massaging her feet. But a casual glance drew my gaze to between her legs.
My mother was exposed, exposed in front of me once again.
She was wearing pink panties today, the small fabric stretched taut between her legs, creating a cleavage and outlining the beautiful shape of her vulva.
"Hiss..." I took a deep breath, unable to remain calm; my penis pitched a large tent in my pants.
I had embarrassed myself in front of my mother again...
Ever since I returned to her side, she always liked to hold me while sleeping, saying she wanted to make up for it by giving me more motherly love. I'm a normal boy, and whether it's holding a mature and beautiful woman's body or my morning erection, it always sticks hard against my mother. My
mother has seen me embarrass myself countless times. At first, she would blush and shyly try to avoid it. But later, she got used to it and always just laughed it off.
I remember in my second year of high school, my mother came home drunk from a business dinner, and I took care of her all night. When I woke up in the morning, I found my mother lying on top of me, her vulva rubbing against my hard penis through two thin layers of panties.
If my mother hadn't woken up in time that time, I would have definitely ejaculated. Afterwards, I found my underwear was wet too.
Mom was actually wet…
That was the first time Mom and I had a conversation about this. I remember Mom saying it was an accident, and then she subtly told me that both men and women have needs. If there's a suitable one, she wouldn't object to me having a girlfriend, provided I don't get her pregnant.
After that accident, we didn't stop at all. It seemed like we even went further. Whenever Mom came back here, we would cuddle together almost every night to sleep.
And I gradually became bolder, rubbing against her breasts, touching her thighs and buttocks, even secretly lifting her nightgown to look at her underwear.
I felt like she knew, but she always let me be.
Like this time, I was staring at Mom's crotch quite blatantly, and Mom didn't get distracted by anything else. But she didn't say anything, casually letting me touch her feet and admire the view under her skirt.
I've had feelings for Mom for a long time, not just a day or two, not a year or two.
Long before I came back to Mom's side, she was my goddess. Back then, I even collected photoshopped pictures of my mother, masturbating while looking at her face and other women's photoshopped nudes. How could I have imagined then that one day I would touch her feet, rub her vulva, and touch her buttocks? I certainly wouldn't have imagined that she would become my mother at that time.
While spying on my mother's private parts, I would occasionally glance at her face. My mother didn't seem unhappy at all, but why were her pretty cheeks so red, and her eyes… weren't they staring straight at my crotch? I
had no idea what my mother was thinking
.
A phone call diverted my mother's attention. After hanging up, she pulled her legs back. "Feifei is coming over in a bit. She said you finished your exams and wants to treat you. She's already ordered food, it'll be delivered to your place, just wait for it when you get home." When my mother and I wanted to eat a big meal, we rarely went out; we usually ordered food to be delivered to our house.
Feifei, whom my mother mentioned, was the most important person in her life, and equally important to me. Her name is Sun Linfei. She has many identities: she's my mother's classmate since childhood, her best friend of over thirty years, her manager who has never changed, and the only person who knows about my relationship with my mother.
The first time I heard that my mother was Cheng Mengting was through her; she was the one who personally brought me to live with my mother. When I first arrived, she patiently comforted me. Therefore, Aunt Feifei and I have a very, very deep bond.
But in recent years, Aunt Feifei has changed. She's become something that makes me… both painful and happy… This cunning and treacherous woman is always finding new ways to bully me and always trying to take advantage of me.
I want revenge! I must get revenge!
I was in my room, waiting until almost six o'clock when the delivery person finally arrived. Opening the package, I saw it was full of meat and fish. My mother and Aunt Feifei are both on a diet; they can only eat seafood and vegetables. It seems they
ordered all this for me. Maybe I shouldn't get revenge today .
I plated all the dishes and set out the tableware; I'm going to call my mother over.
The door across the hall was ajar, and I could hear voices coming from inside. Aunt Feifei had arrived. I was about to go in and greet her when I heard Mom say, "He played with my feet this afternoon, and he got hard again." Oh dear! Mom and Aunt Feifei were talking about me. I had to listen. They always talked about everything, and I hadn't expected them to be so open about this.
"You know, you'll get fucked by your son sooner or later." Aunt Feifei was always bold, but I hadn't expected her to be so explicit. She actually said that, even though I kind of wanted to. But, that's my mom.
"What should I do?" I could tell from Mom's voice that there wasn't a hint of resistance.
She was conflicted, she was actually conflicted!
"I'm fed up with you, always dragging your feet. If you want to, just do it... You can't have children, let him have a few thrusts." Aunt Feifei was encouraging Mom to be with me, and to have sex directly.
Aunt Feifei, you're so kind, I really hope you can persuade Mom. But I don't want to, because that's Mom.
Mom and I are completely on the same page on this point. She said, "How can that be? He's my son!"
Aunt Feifei said, "Tingting, to be honest, I've seen it all along. Lele wants to sleep with you too. But he's not just someone who wants to play around with you. His feelings for you are too complicated; there's familial affection and infatuation. As for you, I think you feel the same way Lele does. So why can't you two be together? Anyway, no one can find out about your relationship. Even if you register your marriage, it won't be a problem. At most, people will say you're an old cow eating young grass." Aunt Feifei was right. My birth certificate only lists my adoptive parents' names. Now they're both gone, and no one can possibly know my true parentage.
The conversation between the two paused for a moment before Mom said, "That's not what I'm worried about." "Then what is it?"
Mom said, "If I'm just his mother, I have my freedom. But once we do that, he won't be oblivious. How am I supposed to explain to him that I finally got this close to Lele, and I don't want to hurt him again, I don't want to lose him again?"
"You think he'll be indifferent once he finds out, Tingting? You're wrong. It's all the same. I think you should just talk to Lele directly, tell him your difficulties, and be tactful. He loves you so much, I bet he'll accept you."
I didn't quite understand Aunt Feifei and Mom's conversation, but I vaguely guessed what was going on. Everyone knows that they're not so innocent in this circle. Mom had also had scandals; paparazzi had once taken photos of her passionately kissing a young master from an entertainment group. However, this scandal quickly faded away, and the photo was said to be photoshopped.
I was very upset that time and even asked my mother about it. She was very nervous, apologizing and explaining a lot. But she didn't hide anything; she said it was an accident—she'd been drinking and spent the night with that man. She even promised me it would never happen again. What
could I say? My mother is single, and although that man has a lot of scandals, he's not married. As her son, I feel I can't control her that much.
So I could only say, "I was just asking, but I don't like you and that man… If it were someone else, maybe I wouldn't hate them so much." Actually, I was hiding something; I wouldn't accept any man. I feel my mother belongs only to me. That time, my mother made another promise: "Mom won't get married; I'll always be with Lele."
Another time, there was a rumor that my mother spent several hours in a hotel room with a famous director, but then a lawyer issued a statement saying there were other people present, they talked all night, and they reserved the right to pursue legal action.
But I knew it was true because I accidentally overheard my mother's phone call with that man, asking him to settle the matter. When Mom found me behind her, she once again frankly told me the truth. She said she also had needs.
By then, I was already very close to Mom, and I really wanted to tell her I could help her. But I couldn't, because we were mother and son. I could only pretend to be magnanimous and tell her, "Be careful next time." After these two incidents, I roughly knew that Mom had been with other men for some reason.
My heart ached, but I could understand Mom; after all, she was in this circle, and she was a mature woman.
If I wasn't mistaken, Mom was worried that if we got any closer, I wouldn't be able to accept her current situation. But Aunt Feifei said I might not care, but I didn't really know. All along, I had been numbing myself, thinking that Mom had only done it twice. But was that really the case? I couldn't find the answer from their conversation.
Mom said, "I'm so confused, I can't make up my mind." At least from her words, I could tell she wasn't against me, but... if we took that step, would it really be the right thing to do? Mom didn't continue the conversation with Aunt Feifei. She added, "Let's not talk now, let's go see if the food has arrived." They were coming over, and I didn't dare let Mom know I'd overheard their conversation. No matter how confused I was, I forced myself to remain calm, pretending I'd just left. I went to greet Aunt Feifei, saying, "Aunt Feifei, you're here! The food's here, we can eat now."
I was a little incoherent, and what I said seemed a bit off, giving Aunt Feifei another opportunity to catch me. She smiled slyly, glanced back at Mom sitting in the living room, and then said to me, "You little rascal, what are you saying? How can the food arrive just because Auntie arrived? Do you want to eat Auntie's food?" Aunt Feifei
wasn't tall; she only reached my chin in her platform sandals. But she didn't give off a petite impression; rather, she was quite plump. Actually, Aunt Feifei isn't fat; her waist and legs aren't thick at all. It's just that her flesh is all in the right places.
Today, she's wearing a pure white short-sleeved cardigan, the material very thin, subtly revealing a pair of trembling, ample breasts hidden beneath a black bra. Paired with the white shirt is a black pencil skirt that tightly hugs her plump hips.
If she weren't with a stunning beauty like my mother, Aunt Feifei would definitely be the center of attention. She also has a beautiful face, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and full red lips, making her appear alluring and seductive.
When Aunt Feifei talks to me, she always speaks with great enthusiasm, her almond-shaped eyes blinking provocatively. If it were before, I would definitely have retorted.
But after hearing my mother's conversation with her, my mind is in turmoil. I had no intention of joking with her anymore, so I honestly said, "The meal has been delivered." "Oh, you're being so good today," Aunt Feifei said, a hint of suspicion flashing across her face. This shrewd woman was meticulous; nothing escaped her notice. Over the years, she had indeed helped my mother a lot.
I dared not give myself away in front of Aunt Feifei, so I quickly put on a smiling face and begged, "I'm just afraid of you
. Please don't tease me again today, okay?"
Aunt Feifei nudged my shoulder and said, "You're still not happy? So many people beg Aunt Feifei to tease them, and I don't even pay attention to them."
After saying that, Aunt Feifei didn't make things difficult for me anymore. She took my arm and walked towards the opposite door, asking me with concern, "Lele, how did you do on the test? What score do you think you got?" I answered truthfully, and Aunt Feifei was happy for me.
During the meal, my mother and Aunt Feifei chatted and laughed as usual. Although I had something on my mind, I didn't dare to be negligent and pretended to be nonchalant, playing along with them.
After a few drinks, the atmosphere became lively.
Aunt Feifei suddenly asked me, "Lele, Auntie wants to ask you, do you have a girlfriend?" "No." My heart was only for my mother; how could any other girl compare to my eyes?
"Still a virgin?" Aunt Feifei made an exaggerated expression of surprise. "Tingting, don't be so strict with your son. He's so old; it's time for him to experience some things." After saying that, she smiled mysteriously and continued, "Lele, do you want Auntie to help you find a pretty girl to lose your virginity? Auntie knows plenty of pretty girls." As she spoke, Aunt Feifei's gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifted towards my mother.
Mom understood Aunt Feifei's meaning and sighed helplessly, "Feifei, stop fooling around." I could only pretend to be clueless and said, "Okay then, Aunt Feifei, introduce me to a girlfriend." Aunt Feifei brought her face closer, her bright eyes conveying affection, her nose almost touching mine, the warm breath of her full red lips filling my mouth. "So, do you want someone like me, or..." Aunt Feifei's delicate nose rubbed against mine, turning her gaze back to Mom.
Sigh... I could tell from Aunt Feifei's words that she wanted to matchmake Mom and me. We knew it was a tacit understanding, but we couldn't say it out loud, so I could only say, "You and Mom are both great beauties, where else in the world can you find someone like you?"
"Hahahaha." Aunt Feifei laughed loudly, her body shaking with laughter, causing her ample bosom to bounce. "Tingting, your Lele is so good at talking... Lele, Auntie likes you, here you go." Saying this, she picked up a peeled shrimp and stuffed it into my mouth. Two slender fingers were inserted quite deeply, almost to my lips, and still pushing further in. I had no choice but to suck on Aunt Feifei's fingers before I could finally eat the shrimp.
"Tingting, your son is so naughty, secretly sucking on my fingers!" Aunt Feifei suddenly shouted. She turned the tables, accusing me first, and I was truly speechless.
My mother wasn't stupid; she had seen it all. "Feifei, it's clearly you who bullied my son. And you're framing Lele." The three of us were used to playing around together, so my mother didn't take this kind of little joke seriously.
Aunt Feifei, on the other hand, got excited and said indignantly, "I think it's the two of you who ganged up on me." To get revenge, I decided to retaliate against Aunt Feifei. Due to the
eating habits I developed growing up in my adoptive parents' home, I still preferred meat and wasn't interested in the seafood they liked. There was my favorite braised pork on the table, but Aunt Feifei and my mother, in order to maintain their figures, absolutely refused to touch such high-fat foods.
I deliberately teased Aunt Feifei, picking out the fattest piece and placing it on her plate. "Aunt Feifei, I'm apologizing to you."
Aunt Feifei wasn't so easily fooled. She glanced at the fatty meat on the plate, then at me, a disdainful smile playing on her lips. "Is this how you try to get rid of your aunt? No sincerity at all. How did I feed you just now?" I knew I should feed her with my hands, and Aunt Feifei would definitely suck my fingers, maybe even bite them.
I wouldn't fall for it.
"Feed Aunt Feifei with your mouth, and give her a kiss while you're at it." Aunt Feifei's eyes sparkled, alluring and seductive.
I really had a bad experience, getting teased by her again.
"Feifei, that's enough." My mother finally couldn't stand it anymore, giving Aunt Feifei a resentful look.
Aunt Feifei smiled, then suddenly her face darkened. "Lele, go buy Auntie a drink." She was just trying to get rid of me; she had something to say to Mom.
Mom understood, of course. She thought for a moment and said, "Lele, go ahead." I understood too. I didn't even ask Aunt Feifei what drink she wanted before I put on my clothes and went out. Neither of these beautiful women were strangers; I was always casual around them.
Aunt Feifei followed me to the door, which was locked shut. The door was so soundproof that I couldn't hear anything inside, so I had to go downstairs.
There was a convenience store in the complex, but it was quite far, and it took me a good ten minutes to get back.
When I entered the house, I found Mom wasn't there. "Aunt Feifei, where's my mom?" "She spilled some soup on herself; she went across the street to change." "
Oh..." I felt like something wasn't quite right.
Just as I sat down, Aunt Feifei said, "I just heard from Tingting that you massaged her feet this afternoon." "Ah, yes." Aunt Feifei definitely had more to say; I waited.
"Good boy, Auntie's feet hurt too, can you rub them for me?" Aunt Feifei stared intently at me. Before I could answer, she lifted her foot high.
Aunt Feifei's feet were beautiful, white, round, and plump. However, one of her pretty feet was lifted too high, and her elastic short skirt was spread wide open. Following the white jade leg, I saw that the end of her thigh was completely bare, without even underwear or a single hair, only two smooth, plump, dark red labia.
It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts, and my eyes immediately went wide. Aunt Feifei didn't pull her beautiful leg back, letting me stare at her private parts like that. After a long while, she finally pulled her leg back and brought her face closer, this time even closer.
"You little rascal, not only will you not massage Auntie's feet, but you're also peeking at Auntie. What did you see?" My Adam's apple bobbed a few times as I swallowed hard in response to Auntie Feifei.
Auntie Feifei smiled seductively, "Did you see Auntie's cunt? Do you want to use your big cock to shove it in and fuck Auntie hard?"
To be honest, besides my mother, she's the only person in the world who treats me the best. She's a woman who dares to speak her mind and act on her feelings, with a fiery temper and a very impulsive personality. My mother says that people in the media are most afraid of dealing with her.
Auntie Feifei never shows me her tough side. She only teases me, and after we got to know each other, she started constantly making little jokes. As I got older, the jokes became more and more outrageous, and sometimes she would even make me hard. She dared to sit on my lap to drink, and she also dared to let me sit on her lap, leaning against her soft, large breasts, to feed me.
My mother once told me, "You're so big, don't crush Auntie Feifei."
She replied to my mother, "Women aren't afraid of being pressed down."
I understood immediately, and my face turned bright red. My lower body also involuntarily became erect.
Several times, I felt interested in her body. But that was just a man's instinctive reaction. With Aunt Feifei, I was only lustful, not obsessed like I was with my mother. So, if there was a chance to have something happen between us, I would definitely be happy to. The premise was that I wouldn't upset my mother.
It's not hard to imagine that during the time I was away, my mother and Aunt Feifei had reached some agreement. My mother gave me to Aunt Feifei, and I got permission. Although I really wanted to know what they said, I was already aroused by Aunt Feifei's straightforward, naked, and flirtatious words. My mind was only on the plump and beautiful vulva of Aunt Feifei that I had just seen.
Aunt Feifei and I were one step closer. Every time her red lips opened and closed, they brushed against my lips. I really couldn't control myself and leaned forward slightly to press my lips against Aunt Feifei's.
I kissed Aunt Feifei, a wet and sticky French kiss.
Aunt Feifei was so good at kissing, her tongue teasing mine, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine, the two of us sucking each other's saliva.
I don't know how long we kissed before Aunt Feifei finally let go of me. Her chestnut curly hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and her eyes were even more seductive. "Lele, do you want something more comfortable than kissing?"
Of course, I knew what Aunt Feifei was talking about, although I was suspicious of my mother and Aunt Feifei's actions. But in this environment, who could care about anything else? My gaze fell on Aunt Feifei's high breasts, and my hand rose up.
Aunt Feifei said, "Want to touch Auntie's breasts? Touch them, Auntie will let you touch them all." As she spoke, Aunt Feifei unbuttoned her shirt and threw it off. She was only wearing a bra. She put her hands behind her back and fiddled with them a few times. The bra loosened, and a pair of large breasts bounced out, the scarlet nipples trembling slightly in the air.
I swallowed hard and eagerly pressed my hands against her breasts. My large hands, big enough to hold a basketball, couldn't cover even half of Aunt Feifei's plump, white breasts.
"Mmm...mmm..." Aunt Feifei moaned softly as I rubbed her breasts, her face flushing with desire. Her beautiful eyes, radiating a seductive allure, were fixed on me. Her lips curled slightly, and she uttered a sweet, cloying voice: "Auntie's breasts are soft, are they comfortable to rub?" "Mmm...comfortable, Auntie's breasts are so big, so soft." Watching her plump, white flesh sink into my fingers, her breasts changing shape in my palms, her scarlet nipples throbbing and dancing, my breathing became even more rapid.
"Auntie, are you happy to play with my breasts?" Aunt Feifei wasn't young, but she smiled sweetly and coquettishly without being cheesy. She possessed a more alluring charm than a young girl, making one's mind wander.
As she spoke, a plump little hand slipped inside the wide leg of my shorts. Without hesitation, she grabbed my already throbbing, rock-hard penis.
Gently stroking it through my underwear, Aunt Feifei's gaze shifted from surprise to delight: "Lele, how come it's so big and hard? Do you like Auntie touching your penis? Auntie's touching your big penis makes me wet." Aunt Feifei's hands were warm and soft; stroking my penis through my underwear made me feel weak and limp all over.
Her slender fingers parted the edge of my underwear, her long, manicured nails scraping against my scrotum, gently teasing it. She added, "Your balls are so bulging. A virgin is different. When Auntie deflowers you, I'll give you a big red envelope." With that, she laboriously pulled my penis out of my underwear and held it in her hand. My loose shorts bulged with Aunt Feifei's movements.
It was the first time my penis had been held by a woman; the feeling was more pleasurable than anything I'd ever experienced while masturbating.
I even forgot I had a pair of soft, white breasts in my hands, and I no longer cared about kneading them. Enjoying Aunt Feifei's gentle and soothing caresses, I suddenly felt the urge to ejaculate. I was almost driven to climax by Aunt Feifei's play.
I took deep breaths, clenched my teeth, but my body couldn't help writhing restlessly.
Seeing my strange expression, Aunt Feifei quickly withdrew her hand and said, "I won't play with your dick anymore, so you don't ejaculate. Auntie is waiting for you to ejaculate inside, let's go to your bed, okay?" I nodded and stood up with Aunt Feifei, but as soon as I stood up, I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her again. This time, my hands weren't still either. One hand kneaded Aunt Feifei's large breasts, and the other hand lifted Aunt Feifei's skirt, touching the plump and beautiful vulva that I longed for even more.
Aunt Feifei's lower body was so thick, soft and hot, and indeed wet.
Although I had never touched a woman's genitals before, I had learned quite a few techniques from porn. Following the gap between the two labia, I found a small bud at the tip. I pressed my finger on it, not daring to use force, just gently scratching it.
Aunt Feifei suddenly pushed me away, looked into my eyes, smiled charmingly, and said with a delighted expression, "Lele, you're so naughty, where did you learn to play with girls' pussy?" Her eyes became hazy, and two red blushes rose to her cheeks at a visible speed. Gradually, she frowned, her red lips parted, and she let out a soft moan: "Ah... um... Lele... rub my little clitoris... ah, so comfortable, faster, harder..." Aunt Feifei writhed restlessly, her legs opening and closing, her toes rising and falling.
It was the first time I had ever experienced the beauty of a woman's body. Someone interrupted this most wonderful first meal of my life. The door suddenly opened, and my mother rushed in.
"Feifei, wait a minute..." my mother said with a hint of resentment, her face also flushed.
I quickly withdrew my hand, separated from Aunt Feifei, and my face burned. Even though I knew that Aunt Feifei and I were doing this with my mother's permission, how could I be intimate with someone else in front of my mother?
Aunt Feifei also took a step back, glanced at my mother, then at me, smiled indifferently, and shook her head.
My mother lowered her head, but looked up at Aunt Feifei with pleading eyes and said, "Feifei, come here, I have something to tell you." After saying that, my mother glanced at me, her eyes filled with resentment.
Aunt Feifei simply pulled up her skirt, her upper body bare, her breasts protruding, and left with my mother.
They must have gone to the apartment across the hall; the door was locked, and I had no idea what happened inside.
A long, long time passed before Aunt Feifei returned alone. She didn't get intimate with me again, picked up her bra and blouse, and dressed neatly. Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'll definitely let Lele fuck me in the future; there will be plenty of opportunities." After saying that, she kissed my earlobe, swayed her plump hips, and left.
I was completely dumbfounded the whole time, utterly confused about what had happened. I wanted to go find my mother and ask her, but I was too nervous to go.
My mother never returned. What was she doing? Was she angry because she saw me being affectionate with Aunt Feifei?
I still remember the look she gave me, the sorrow and sadness in her eyes...

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