Embracing the Future of Nipple Liberation

The sweltering summer heat, especially after nearly an hour of working in the kitchen, made the profuse sweat unbearable. I wiped myself, only to find myself soaked again, then wiped myself again, until I finally stripped naked except for my boxer shorts and stood in front of the fan to cool off.
"Xiaozhi, Mom's eating. What kind of behavior is this?" My mother put down her chopsticks, crossed her arms, and stared at me with disapproving eyes. Her full, white breasts were pushed high by her arms, making them appear even rounder.
This was my mother—she started eating before I even got there, showing no gratitude whatsoever, only complaining about me.
Even more despicable was that she didn't seem to realize what kind of behavior she was, always shirtless and showing off her breasts at home, yet she had the nerve to criticize me?
My mother's name is Chen Xiangqin, she's thirty-seven years old, and a university professor teaching humanities and social sciences. She became pregnant out of wedlock during her studies and gave birth to me, leaving me with my maternal grandparents in the countryside to continue her studies. It wasn't until I returned after completing my studies that she took me to live with her.
So, I learned to cook when I was in elementary school, and now, in my second year of high school, I even have some knowledge of plumbing and electrical work. It's not that I'm particularly interested; after all, humans are creatures that learn to survive in adversity.
Speaking of my mother's bad habit of going shirtless, it all started with a TV program a year ago.
Since returning to China, my mother has been enthusiastic about promoting various feminist movements. At that time, there was a surge of female body liberation movements internationally, euphemistically called the "nipple liberation movement," and my mother was a pioneer of this movement in China. Besides giving speeches and teaching in various places, she would also be at the forefront of related marches and rallies, ignoring the scornful looks of others, openly walking the streets with her chest exposed.
Originally, I had no objection to her progressive approach; in fact, I was deeply proud of her courage to "go against all odds." But last year, during a political talk show appearance where she spoke candidly about her feminist ideas, she was ridiculed by a guest on the opposing side: "Showing off, trying to become famous, corrupting morals and customs. If you want to liberate, why don't you do it normally? Go ahead and take your
clothes off now!" My mother immediately retorted, "Nipple liberation is a right and freedom. There's no reason why something a man can do should be illegal and immoral for a woman. I show my nipples at home whenever I want; my son is used to it. He doesn't have your vulgar and shameless thoughts. He understands how to respect a woman better than you hypocritical sanctimonious people!" She then asked the host if she could liberate her nipples in the studio. The host was so shocked he fell off his seat and rushed to my mother's side to calm her down, afraid she might impulsively take them off. Performing a striptease on a legitimate live program—that was unacceptable!
However, I had no right to refuse. When my mother came home that day, the first thing she did was liberate her nipples in front of me, declaring that the revolution must start at home. She represented the progressive reformists, while I symbolized the conservative opposition. Before changing outdated, worldly ideas, she had to first correct her son's values.
I said, bewildered, "Mom, I support you. When did I become the villain?" Mom, with her large breasts puffed out, approached me step by step, saying, "Then why can't you look directly at my body? Do you
think I'm lowly and filthy like those other people? Tell me!" "I just think you're sick!" I thought to myself.
And so, a year passed with my mother's constant bickering, until today, when she accused me of being a thief, I couldn't help but say those words again.
At the dinner table, I silently ate my rice. I don't know what got into Mom again, but she placed two huge breasts on the table. The spectacular sight almost made me spit out my food. I yelled, "Mom, you've really gone too far..." "What? What?" Mom picked up a sausage, sucked on it with an extremely dramatic expression, chewed and swallowed, and praised, "Ah... Xiao Zhi, your sausage is so delicious." "..." I could only protest silently. Because based on experience, if I went along with her and complained, it would only lead to a more embarrassing situation.
Take watching TV, for example. Once, I happened to switch to a scene that was not suitable for the whole family. After a few seconds, when I changed the channel again, Mom scolded me, "Change back to the channel you were on. Mom's getting aroused." So she started tracing her nipples with her finger.
I immediately blurted out that she was disgusting, but she smeared my face with her breasts, saying, "You dare say Mom's disgusting? Come here, let me teach you how to respect a woman."
I didn't understand what she meant by smearing my face with her breasts, but I was definitely becoming more and more respectful of her; keeping my distance was the best approach.
"Hiccup..." At this moment, Mom let out a big burp, patted her slightly protruding belly, and said, "Xiao Zhi, some of Mom's students are coming over tonight. Go buy some beer and snacks later." "Oh, a lot of people? How much do you need?"
"Hiss..." Mom sucked her teeth hard, then used her fingernails to pick out the bits of meat between her teeth, looked at them in front of her eyes, put them in her mouth, and continued, "Buy a case. You decide on the rest." I finally couldn't hold back my anger, slammed my bowl on the table, and said, "That's enough, you're disgusting." Mom chuckled, "Yay, success!" She pinched my cheek with her greasy fingers, and just before I exploded, she ran away.
I could only helplessly continue eating. Actually, my mom is mostly normal, just occasionally she has these quirky quirks. She's probably getting older and more lonely. Last time I gave her this advice, telling her to find a man and get married instead of staying home and being a womanizer. She practically shoved her toes up my nose and made a scene for over ten minutes. So I learned another lesson—some advice should never be given to a woman.
But one thing needs clarification: although I often call her "Mom," she doesn't look old at all. It's probably because she takes good care of herself; not only is there not a single wrinkle on her face, but she also maintains a curvaceous figure. Otherwise, how could she be dubbed a "feminist icon" by the media?
"Ding-dong..." I opened the door. Standing outside were a man and two women. I recognized two of the women.
The woman with short hair, dressed in black, was called Lei Mo. Another girl, with long blonde hair, wearing a shirt and skirt, and sunglasses even late at night, dressed in a Korean style, was named Yang Muying. She was a talkative girl and quite familiar with me. Both of them were my mom's direct graduate students and were also comrades who would go out together on weekends.
"Hello, Sister Lei, hello, Sister Yang," I greeted them as they came in.
"Xiao Zhi, Lin Daiyu, he's also a student of the teacher, just call him Sister Daiyu," Sister Yang introduced the last man to me.
"Oh, how annoying! Hello, Xiao Zhi, call me Brother Daiyu," the man said, linking his arms with his hands and chuckling.
"Uh... come in, all of you." As expected of my mom, she raised a bunch of good-for-nothing students.
When my mom came out after changing her clothes, I could barely withstand their teasing, so I immediately ran away and hid in my room.
Around eleven o'clock, having finished reviewing my studies, I went out to check on things. The three people in the living room were chatting animatedly, but Mom wasn't there. When I went closer, I realized something was off about them.
Sister Yang was only wearing a bra, though her skirt was still on. Sister Lei was completely naked, with only cotton underwear on. Surprisingly, Sister Lei, who usually doesn't flaunt her figure, had a better physique than Mom. I don't even want to talk about the other one; he was completely naked from head to toe, except for two gray socks on his feet.
Seeing the playing cards on the table, I immediately realized they were playing strip poker at home. What kind of world is this?
And the man—shouldn't he take off his socks first? Why was he doing this? Then I saw his white, bare butt sitting in my usual seat, and I was so angry that I immediately flew into a rage. I asked, "Where's my mom?" "The teacher is in her room. She hasn't come out for a long time. She's probably asleep. Xiao Zhi, why don't you come and play cards with me?" Sister Yang pulled me to sit down next to her. I was very reluctant and wanted to get away, but she held me tightly.
"Didn't you see Xiaozhi doesn't want to sit over there? Xiaozhi, come sit here with me." Lin Daiyu patted the empty seat next to him seductively. I immediately rejected his suggestion, saying only, "It's so late, you should go back." After all, I was the owner of this house, and seeing how unreasonable they were, I had no choice but to give them the order to leave with a stern face.
"The teacher saw that we've had a few drinks and let us stay tonight. Xiaozhi, how about I sleep with you later?" Sister Yang gave me a flirtatious wink, her sweet smile adding to the allure, making my heart skip a beat, and I almost shouted "yes." "
What? Men and women shouldn't touch each other. I'll sleep with Xiaozhi instead." Lin Daiyu looked at me with eager, expectant eyes. I pretended not to see it, just opened a can of beer and drank it down. Then she said, "Then you can all sleep in the living room. I'll go find something to put on the floor for you."
Just as she was about to leave, a strong and powerful hand grabbed her firmly. Turning around, she saw it was Sister Lei. She said,
"Sit down first and play a few rounds with us."
I said with a bitter face, "I have class tomorrow."
Sister Lei said expressionlessly, "We have class too. I haven't said anything, so why are you complaining? You're a comrade-in-arms, so come and warm up to us."
I was still quite afraid of Lei Mo, and my hands were gradually going numb, so I had no choice but to obediently sit back down next to Sister Yang. I glared at Lei Mo secretly, thinking, "Those breasts are all muscle, otherwise how can she be so strong?" Sister Yang sorted out the playing cards and said, "Then how do we play? Let's start over?" Lei Mo nodded and deftly put on her all-black outfit. I thought to myself, "Is all-black outfits fashionable these days? Why aren't your underwear black? Ah...right, you have a lot of pubic hair, so I dyed the white ones black too, how clever."
Just as I was looking you over, Lin Daiyu said in his sweet, clingy tone, "What a spoilsport, everyone else still has one piece left. Why don't I just play like this?"
"Go to hell, put it on!" Lei Mo and I said in unison. With our shared indignation, I wasn't so angry with Sister Lei anymore.
After looking around, Sister Lei was wearing the most, while Sister Yang was wearing the least. At this point, I already had a good idea of who was better at cards. Oh no, I was only wearing three layers of clothes myself, I was at a huge disadvantage.
Sister Yang was thoughtful, she put sunglasses on my head and smiled, "I'll add one for you, good luck." Sister Yang really is beautiful and kind-hearted. If she weren't sometimes so noisy, I would want to marry her.
We played, chatted, ate, drank, and watched TV, making the card game a slow affair. Half an hour passed, and the four of us had only taken off one or two pieces of clothing each. I figured if we kept at this pace until midnight, we could safely be the dealer
. "Xiao Zhi, are you going to the parade the day after tomorrow?" Brother Dai Yu asked me a barrage of questions, like he was conducting a census.
"Yeah, I am." After downing a can of beer, my head was spinning. I didn't realize that Yang Jie and I were sitting side-by-side, our legs pressed together, a strange mix of pleasure and embarrassment.
"Then you can come with me. There will be a lot of weirdos that day, and I can take care of you." "Uh…no, thank you. I have to help Yang Jie that day." I threw down my last two cards, trying to escape the game.
"Come on, it's more fun with me. I'll teach you a lot of things." "Stop bothering Xiao Zhi. Are you in heat? I find you disgusting tonight." Yang Jie leaned against me, like a mother eagle protecting her chicks. A warm glow emanated from her smooth arm, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
"You're the one who's in heat, waiting for Xiao Zhi to make tofu for you. Do you think I'm blind? He's still a minor!" Dai Yu said, hands on his hips, puffing out his cheeks.
"We siblings have a good relationship, are you jealous or envious?" Yang Jie suddenly pecked me on the cheek.
Embarrassed, I opened another can of beer and silently drank it.
"Pass! Pass! Whose turn is it? Are you going to play cards or not?" Lei Jie waved her mostly unplayable cards impatiently.
"Why not? I'm discarding my cards." Dai Yu lifted the orchid paper and, like plucking a flower, placed the remaining cards on the table.
Yang Jie chuckled, "I'm discarding mine too, Momo, you're the biggest loser again." "Tsk!" Lei Jie tossed the cards aside and readily unhooked her bra, her large breasts finally seeing the light of day again.
This time I looked closely; although Lei Jie's breasts were large, her nipples were delicate. The dark brown skin, stiffened by the air conditioning, looked battle-hardened, likely having been sucked many times.
"Xiao Zhi, do you like big breasts? Why are you staring at Mo Mo?" Dai Yu pointed out, bluntly revealing my thoughts.
I awkwardly replied, "No, I was just thinking… Sister Lei, are you going to parade topless the day after tomorrow? Isn't that too flashy?"
Lei Mo said, "What's there to be afraid of? There are people here who are even more flashy than me." She glanced meaningfully at Dai Yu. Sister
Yang said, "It's a pity I have to be in charge of logistics, so I don't have a chance to show off my figure." Dai Yu said, "Nobody wants to see a washboard either." Sister
Yang retorted, "Who's a washboard? I'm a big B and a small C, okay?" I glanced sideways at Sister Yang's chest, which was supported by a bra. While it wasn't quite as exaggerated as a washboard, I wondered if the "big B and small C" was exaggerated.
"Let's play cards! Who has the three of clubs?" Sister Lei, who was the most serious and also the biggest loser, shouted.
The card game continued. I gradually learned from our conversation that Dai Yu was indeed gay. Many gay comrades were participating in the "Nipple Liberation" march the day after tomorrow; in fact, proportionally, gay people had the highest participation rate. Although the gay community is gradually being accepted by society, they still face considerable discrimination in reality. I know a few gay people myself, and I feel a special connection with them.
"Xiao Zhi, do you think I look good in this?" Dai Yu, having lost this round, took off his pants, revealing a fluffy banana doll cover underneath. The workmanship was exquisite, clearly showing he'd put a lot of thought and effort into making it.
"Uh…pretty creative." I found that whenever Dai Yu spoke, I couldn't help but want a beer.
Looking at the time, it was past midnight, so I said, "It's twelve o'clock, time to sleep. Are you guys still playing?" Although I was hoping Sister Yang would reveal her true colors, it was really too late, and with the added effect of alcohol, I was getting increasingly sleepy.
"Okay, everyone go to sleep. Where am I going to sleep?" Lei Mo stretched, thrusting her breasts high before letting them fall heavily.
"Brother Daiyu will sleep on the sofa. Lei Jie, you and Sister Yang can sleep in my room. I'll go to my mom's room." With the assignments settled, I went to my mom's bedroom. Seeing she was already asleep, I quietly lay down on the other side and quickly drifted off to sleep. I
had a wet dream that night, dreaming that Lei Jie's pair of white breasts were rubbing against my face. Without thinking, I pressed down on her and started fucking her hard. Soon, as a wave of pleasure surged out, I woke up and saw my mom's long white legs pressing against my lower body. No wonder I had a wet dream. I quietly went to the bathroom, took off my pants, and both my inner and outer garments were soaked. I quickly washed them and hung them on the balcony. Then I realized I couldn't go back to my room to get my pants, so I simply went back to my mom's room and hurriedly fell asleep.
I had a particularly bad dream that night. This time, I dreamt of Sister Yang sitting on me naked, playing cards. Her two smooth, beautiful legs were irresistible. Suddenly, Sister Yang in my arms transformed into my mother… Although I felt a little repulsed, I couldn't suppress my physical urges, and I kept embracing her while thrusting my genitals against her. A little while later, my mother transformed into Brother Dai Yu… and I woke up in fright.
Half-asleep, I saw my mother sitting beside me, smiling and staring at me, doing something I didn't know. I felt like a gecko was crawling around on my thigh, which was very annoying.
"Mom… don't bother me, I want to sleep." I couldn't resist my drowsiness and still wanted to sleep. But the gecko on my thigh crawled and crawled, eventually climbing onto my penis. I immediately woke up, opened my eyes, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, what are you doing?"
It turned out that my mother had been secretly touching my penis while I was sleeping. No! This wasn't just secretly touching; she saw I was awake! Why was she still touching it? Even the horse's testicles are being attacked! Mom, what are you doing to your own son?
My mom's hands didn't stop, a suggestive smile on her face. She said, "Xiao Zhi, you stripped naked and ran to my bed in the middle of the night. I was wondering what you were up to."
By this time, I was much more awake and wasn't in a hurry to escape my mom's clutches. On one hand, I wanted to see how shameless she was, how long she was going to keep playing with her son's penis. On the other hand, it felt pretty good, so I let her continue. I said, "I gave my room to Sister Yang and the others, and another boy is sleeping in the living room, so I had to come here." "Oh, so why were you naked? I don't remember you having this kind of fetish." My mom rubbed my glans with her fingertip, drawing out a little bit of lubrication.
"Uh...you didn't see me when I was sleeping. Have you touched enough?" My mom touched this and that, sometimes enjoying it but then stopping halfway through. Wasn't that just tormenting me?
"Oh my, I didn't expect Xiaozhi to grow up so much. Your penis was so cute when you were little, but now it looks like nothing to me. Let Mom touch it a couple of times." Mom propped her head up with her hand, lying on her side, looking at me with loving eyes, and stroking her son's penis with her loving little hand.
This half-hearted flirting was worse than letting me fester. I glanced at Mom's half-exposed breasts under her pajamas, my desire gradually rising. As the saying goes, playing with fire will get you burned. Seeing that Mom still had no intention of stopping, it was time to let her taste the bitterness. I suddenly rolled over and hugged her tightly, grabbing her plump buttocks with both hands and kneading them hard.
"Ah... what are you doing, you little rascal?" Mom was caught off guard by my sudden outburst and couldn't help but let out a pleasant moan.
I used all my strength to hold Mom in my arms. Her plump body was soft and boneless, as if I could sink into it completely, more comfortable than taking a nap. Ignoring my mother's counterattack, I thought to myself, "Go ahead and play, I'll fight you to the death today."
"Enough... Ah... Mom's getting angry!" My mother struggled a few times but couldn't push me away, so she turned away, spreading her arms and ceasing to resist, like the calm before a storm.
"Hmph... Who told you to be so disrespectful to your elders?" I was still afraid of her after all, so I slowly relaxed my grip, one hand still resting on her plump buttocks, waiting for an opportunity.
"Oh dear, you dare call your mother old? I'll teach you a lesson!" My mother slapped me, though I couldn't tell if she was truly angry. Her clear black and white eyes stared at me with a mixture of anger and amusement, making it impossible to fathom her intentions.
I wanted to be bolder and do something outrageous, but I never dared to.
I finally let go of her, touching my cheek where I'd been slapped. It felt slightly damp. I looked down and exclaimed, "Hey, why is there water on your butt?"
Mom's face immediately turned bright red. She stammered, "I'm sweating." She pulled the blanket over herself.
I thought for a moment, then felt a surge of joy. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed her tightly and said sternly, "Oh, I thought you were playing a trick on me again. Tell me! Were you masturbating just now?" "Let me go!" Mom struggled even more fiercely, her face flushed, but she couldn't break free.
"I'll let you go only if you answer me." Having finally caught Mom red-handed, how could I let her go?
Mom couldn't resist me and could only helplessly say, "What nonsense are you talking about? I really am sweating. Let go." I laughed, "Okay, let me check again." Upon hearing this, Mom immediately struggled again. I used both hands and feet to hold her firmly, finally managing to free one hand and reach through her buttocks from behind.
"Chen Xiaozhi! You dare?" Mom was probably afraid of disturbing others, so she didn't dare to shout too loudly. Her tone, a mixture of anger and embarrassment, made me laugh hysterically.
"Fine, all wet like this, and you still say it's sweat? Why isn't there any sweat anywhere else?" I pointed my finger at them, this irrefutable evidence, let's see how you deny it now.
"Masturbation is masturbation, what's the big deal? Can't you masturbate? Let me go!" Seeing that her plan had been exposed, Mom became even more self-righteous.
I couldn't think of anything to say to her, so I subconsciously put my fingers to my nose to smell them, but I couldn't smell anything.
"Smell my ass!" Mom got really into it this time, slapping my hand, and two of my fingers ended up in my nostrils, making me feel very uncomfortable.
"Damn it, you made me choke on my juices!" I was also furious, not willing to back down.
"You dare to swear! What are you 'kao' for? What are you 'yin yin' for? Did you say that about Mom's 'yin yin'?" Mom rained down blows on me, and I tried to push and block, but I couldn't defend myself.
"Okay, okay, what else should I say?" I couldn't bear the pain, so I had to hold Mom's hands tightly. After this ordeal, we both ended up sweating quite a bit.
"Hmph! Don't say anything, just shut up!" Mom shook me off, got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, grabbed a piece of clothing, glanced back at me, and said, "Mom needs to change, get out of here!" "I'm not wearing anything underneath, I can't go out. You change yours, what are you being shy about at a time like this?" I sat up against the headboard, feeling that my erect penis wasn't very elegant, so I pulled the blanket over myself.
Mom frowned and asked, "Where are your pants?"
I replied, "Uh... I accidentally wet them when I got up to pee in the middle of the night. Otherwise, why would I sleep naked?"
Mom looked suspicious but didn't say anything more, turning to change her clothes.
I watched as she untied her bra straps, and her pajamas slowly slid down, revealing her incredibly smooth, mirror-like back muscles. I used to be too embarrassed to look at Mom when she was naked, but now, with a different mindset, I realized her figure was truly amazing.
Even from behind, her waist was defined, her legs were shapely, she had a full bottom and a beautiful back, and her skin was as white as snow. Judging from this sight alone, this woman could easily pass for someone in her twenties.
Mom turned her head and noticed my gaze lingering on her, giving me a disdainful look.
I smiled wryly, thinking, "Her face is still that of someone in their thirties; there's no faking it." "What's so funny?" Mom frowned, clearly displeased with my attitude.
I said sincerely, "Mom, don't be angry. The wrinkles on your brow could crush a mosquito. I thought you looked like you were in your twenties from behind, but the moment you turned your face, it all fell apart." "Hmph!" Mom looked in the dressing mirror, her expression seemingly much more forlorn.
I felt sorry for her and comforted her, "I was just teasing you, Mom. As long as you don't have that grumpy face, you still look very young. Otherwise, why do people always say we look like siblings? Smile for me." "Pah!" Mom finally smiled, and indeed, she looked exceptionally charming. Looking at herself in the mirror, she did seem a few years younger.
"You said Mom's figure looks like she's in her twenties? Do I?" Mom shamelessly struck various alluring poses in front of the mirror. She didn't even consider that her son was right next to her, yet she acted so provocatively.
I secretly slipped my hand under the covers and grabbed my burning-hot penis, saying, "Yes, yes, are you going to change your clothes or not..." But in my heart, I thought, "If you keep acting like this, I really won't be able to hold back." Only then did Mom reluctantly go to get dressed.
"Mom, your underwear is soaking wet, aren't you going to change?" I kindly reminded her.
"How dare you say that!" Mom turned around and started beating me again.
In the midst of the brawl, I shamelessly groped her breasts a couple of times. Seeing that I was no longer the obedient child she would bully, Mom sighed, went back to put on her clothes, and then went out to wake Sister Yang and Sister Lei so I could go back to my room to put on my pants.
That day at school, I kept thinking about the unusual interaction between Mom and me that morning.
I always felt that Mom should find a man. In her thirties, she wasn't old for a second spring. With Mom's looks, she would definitely be very sought after; it was just a matter of whether she wanted to. As for me, I was raised by my maternal grandparents when I was little. My mother was more like an older sister to me; I didn't have much attachment to her, and I was content to pursue my own happiness. But now… I find myself feeling a little reluctant to let her go.
After school, I randomly ordered a bowl of wonton noodles from a roadside stall. The proprietress was pretty and looked a bit older than my mother, though I wasn't entirely sure.
I tried to appreciate this woman I wouldn't normally notice. Underneath her simple apron was a plain V-neck blouse, and when she bent over, a deep cleavage was easily visible through the neckline. She diligently cooked noodles, seemingly unconcerned about the few strands of hair clinging to her face with sweat, mechanically scooping the noodles, shaking off the water, adding the toppings, and serving them, then casually saying to me, "Your noodles are here."
"Still using honorifics when facing a customer much younger than yourself?" I asked. "Auntie!" I called out.
"What is it?" The proprietress turned around, looking at me with slight surprise.
"Here's the money." I took out my banknotes.
"Change forty." A few beads of sweat were faintly visible under her slightly parted armpits.
I silently finished the bowl of wonton noodles. The wontons tasted sweet and smooth, but the broth was simple in flavor. Just like the proprietress, beneath her simple clothes lay a tender body. However, I felt no disrespect towards the proprietress, only respect.
The landlady's wonton noodles made me realize something. My feelings for my mother weren't impulsive, nor were they simply lust. They were the inevitable result of years of our unique way of interacting.
When I got home, my mother wasn't back yet. I knew she had a political talk show that evening, and since it was still early, I didn't want to do anything. I went into her room, opened the closet, and pulled out a pair of slightly familiar underwear.
This pair of underwear had appeared before me many times, covering my mother's plump buttocks. When it beckoned to me, I didn't appreciate it. Now, those best times were gone, and the underwear had turned yellowish.
I sniffed it; there was only a fresh, artificial scent, nothing to do with my mother, and I felt a pang of disappointment.
"That's right!" I suddenly remembered something and hurried to the bathroom.
I usually washed my mother's clothes, except for her underwear. Soon, I found the small basin on a shelf in the corner of the bathroom. Looking at it, sure enough, the underwear my mother had changed out of that morning was inside. I excitedly picked it up and held it to my face; it had a stuffy, damp smell.
"Lucky!" I savored the scent. Strictly speaking, it didn't smell good, but why was I so irresistibly drawn to it? It was definitely worth investigating.
Not just studying underwear, but from today onward, I wanted to get to know my mom better. I wanted to inhale all the scents on her body and carefully observe the beauty of her body. I'm not a pervert; I'm a practitioner, a pioneer, and a fearless one.
"You little pervert, what are you doing?" My mom stood at the bathroom door with her arms crossed.
I jumped up in fright, quickly putting the underwear back in its place, stammering, "No... sigh, why did you leave your things lying around? I accidentally knocked them over. Uh... weren't you supposed to be recording a TV show? Why are you back?" My mom stared at me with interest but didn't say anything.
"Uh... if there's nothing else, I'm going to take a shower." I pretended to close the door.
"Does Mom's underwear smell that good?" my mom asked.
At that moment, my mind was like a pot of boiling water, bubbling around but unable to find a single complete bubble. Desperate, I took a gamble and said, "It's alright, smells fine."
My mom and I looked at each other for a moment, still with that mysterious smile, and said, "Have you eaten? Get me something to eat." Then she turned and left.
I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to cook some simple noodle soup. While I was cooking, an idea flashed through my mind, and I took out a few ingredients from the refrigerator.
"Curry noodles?" My mom was quite surprised, seeing me cook this for the first time.
"Weren't you supposed to be filming? What time does it start?" I served myself a small bowl and sat down to eat.
"I canceled at the last minute, the noodles are a bit spicy..." My mom wiped the sweat from her face with a tissue.
"Oh." By this time, I was also sweating quite a bit, so I took off my shirt, wiped myself down, and tossed it aside.
Mom glared at me and said, "I don't like curry soup." I said, "I don't like it either. Do you want me to make you something else?"
"Finish eating." Mom put down her chopsticks and pulled her shirt out to fan herself.
I finished eating quickly and asked her, "Are you hot? Why don't you take off your clothes?" Mom glared at me and said, "Do you want to see?"
I said, "No."
Mom snorted and took off her clothes. Her familiar breasts were supported by a white bra with red flowers. The size seemed a little small, and some of her breast flesh was overflowing from the top edge of the bra.
"Aren't you going to take off your bra?"
"What do you think?"
"If you feel hot, take it off. I don't mind."
Mom slowly unhooked the bra, and seeing that I was staring at her, she suddenly sped up and flung the bra off.
Her large, white breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes, and the erect nipples were like unbaked raisins, round, plump, and juicy, making my mouth water.
After taking a sip of noodles, Mom asked me, "You're watching so intently, do you have any thoughts?" I said, "Mom, your nipples look so tender, like you've never breastfed. Did I ever suckle when I was little?" Mom said while eating, "No, I never did."
I pretended to be angry and said, "What kind of mother are you? As compensation, can I suckle a couple of times?" Mom put down her chopsticks again, stared at me with her eyes, and said, "You've really become a pervert! How can you say something like that?"
I was unconvinced: "You touched my penis and masturbated this morning."
Mom slammed her hand on the table and said sternly, "Don't say that!" After glaring at me for a while, she said, "You can move out. See if you want to rent a place yourself or live with your grandpa." I was stunned. She was kicking me out like that? What about all the times you toyed with me before? You tyrant! You big woman! You devil!
"Fine, I'm leaving! I'll live alone!" I picked up my bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen.
"I'll pay the rent." Mom's words were like a heavy punch to me.
That night, I didn't say a word to my mother, just hid in my room and sulked.
Then the day everyone had been waiting for arrived...
The "Nipple Liberation March," centered on the Capital Square, extended outwards along three main routes, with an estimated 50,000 people participating. Six teams marched simultaneously, finally converging at the Capital Square, where leaders of various groups would give speeches, appealing to the government. There would also be a series of performances continuing into the evening, like a large carnival.
I followed Sister Yang Muying, assigned to a relay point in the first brigade, mainly responsible for distributing stickers, slogans, hats, and other supplies, as well as communication and command.
Sister Yang was wearing shorts and a sun hat, and we were both wearing the same white t-shirt, with a nipple printed on the front and the four characters for "Liberation" on the back. Normally, with Sister Yang's looks, figure, and temperament, she would definitely be the center of attention on the street. However, today was different. The thousands of people around us were all dressed in trendy and daring styles, each with their own unique characteristics. This significantly dimmed Yang Jie's aura of beauty.
The parade had barely begun when many men with exposed breasts passed by, and more appeared afterward—some wearing nipple covers, some with nipple piercings, some showing off tattoos, some cosplaying. Men and women, each with their own unique style.
From afar, I saw a large-breasted woman approaching, her presence extraordinary, outshining everyone else. I excitedly waved and shouted,
"Sister Lei!"
It was Lei Mo. She walked unhurriedly through the crowd, her breasts swaying with each step, attracting the attention of many around her.
"Hey, you're dressed like that? So unoriginal," Yang Jie said, leaning closer.
I looked closely at Lei Jie's clothes. Apart from her exposed breasts, she was only wearing black hot pants and black canvas shoes, with no other accessories.
Lei Jie puffed out her chest and said, "Natural is power."
Yang Jie laughed, "Your breasts are too unnaturally big. People might think you've had implants." "Really? They look natural." Lei Jie squeezed her breasts with both hands.
"Okay, I want to check too." Yang Jie sneakily reached out her hand, and Lei Jie didn't object, letting her grab and rub as she pleased.
"How is it?" Lei Jie asked.
Yang Jie clicked her tongue and stopped talking, clearly her confidence was greatly shaken.
This breast-touching show attracted a large crowd of curious onlookers, causing the increasingly crowded throng to stop moving. I saw that things were going to get bad, so I quickly pulled Lei Jie to a corner, grabbed a work shirt, and made her put it on.
"I'm not a staff member..." Lei Jie said.
"Look, we're stuck in traffic. Put this on and get out of the way." I didn't care about anything else and just threw the t-shirt on her. During the process, the back of my hand accidentally touched her chest, feeling its smooth softness. I couldn't help but hope that Sister Lei would ask me to check her too.
"Never mind, I was going to wait for someone here anyway." Sister Lei grabbed a bottle of drink and chugged it down.
"Waiting for whom?" I asked.
"Him." Sister Lei pointed.
I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a figure in the distance. Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically made way for him, like an emperor on a tour, with bystanders automatically avoiding him.
"Hello! Xiao Zhi. Hi! Mu Ying. Mo Mo, why are you running so fast? You didn't even wait for me!" The man greeted us exaggeratedly.
Yes, it was Brother Dai Yu. With a slender frame, carrying a bag, and wearing a banana doll penis cover, he was the kind of person who could enjoy emperor-level treatment.
"There are so many people today. A lot of people came to take pictures with me. It's a pity that you weren't here, Mo Mo." Brother Dai Yu faced the crowd, hands on his hips, striking a heroic pose.
"Take your own photos if you want, don't drag me into it," Sister Lei said.
"Oh, this is a rare opportunity, Mu Ying, come take a picture with me." "Okay, Xiao Zhi, let's take one together too." Sister Yang didn't want to spoil his mood and pulled me and Brother Dai Yu to take a picture together.
Then Sister Lei joined in, some taking group photos, some taking selfies in pairs, and finally Sister Lei took off her clothes and took another picture with me side by side.
As time passed, the crowd gradually thinned out, it seemed that most of them had gathered in the square.
"Let's pack up our things, let's go over there too." Sister Yang led me and the other staff members to start clearing the site.
I was carrying things by myself when I saw a group of people approaching in a big way, confronting a small group of people at the end of the march. I saw Sister Yang in the small group, seemingly arguing with them, so I rushed over to see what was going on.
"We have a permit for the assembly, do you have one? This is our site, you are breaking the law!" Sister Yang shouted in her soft voice.
"You're the ones breaking the law!" "You're shameless!" "Prostitute!" "Social scum!" The opposing group consisted mostly of older people, with a few burly men standing at the front as lookouts. The shouts and insults were deafening, making it difficult to hear Sister Yang's voice.
"What are you pushing for?" "Don't hit me!" "Don't touch me!" "Hit me!" "Call the police!" Someone seemed to have started the first conflict, and the two groups began pushing and shoving each other, quickly descending into chaos.
In the midst of the confusion, I heard Sister Yang scream. I went to investigate and saw her hands entangled with a middle-aged woman, her expression one of great pain. Behind her stood another obese woman, pulling hard on Sister Yang's hair.
I rushed forward and shoved her forcefully, knocking the obese woman to the ground where she wailed. At that moment, Sister Yang broke free from the other woman's grasp and pulled me away, running backward. As we were walking, I caught a glimpse of a burly man rushing towards us from the side, wielding a short stick and shouting, "You dare hit someone? Don't run!"
Just then, Sister Yang suddenly froze. I turned to look and saw that the middle-aged woman had somehow caught up with us again and grabbed Sister Yang's clothes. I hurriedly tried to push the woman away, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and I knew nothing more.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. Sister Yang was sitting beside me, looking at me with concern.
"You're awake! How are you feeling? Is anything hurting?"
I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness and intense pain washed over me, so I had to lie back down.
"My head is so dizzy..." I said with difficulty.
"Wait a moment, I'll go get the doctor." Sister Yang hurriedly ran out.
After a while, a young male doctor came over, shining a flashlight in front of me, giving me a few instructions, and asking me a few questions, which I answered one by one.
The doctor told Sister Yang, "Aside from a mild concussion, there shouldn't be any major problems. The dizziness and headache will last for a while. Lie down and rest, don't get out of bed, and stay in the hospital for observation for a day. Continue to apply ice to the area you hit. If you experience vomiting or other symptoms later, notify the nurse immediately." After the doctor left, Sister Yang simply told me to lie down and rest, and then told me about what had happened.
It turned out that shortly after I was knocked unconscious, those people dispersed. They were part of a counter-protest group, originally controlled by the police maintaining order on one side, but somehow they infiltrated the protest area, specifically targeting small groups of protesters.
However, after the police intervened, the subsequent activities were generally smooth, although a few people were injured, but none of them were seriously hurt. Counting the time, I had only been unconscious for less than an hour, and the rally was still in full swing.
"Sister Yang, are you not hurt?" I asked, holding her hand.
"I'm okay, just a scratch on my chest from an old woman." Sister Yang looked around, then quietly bent down, letting me peek through her collar. There were a few scattered wounds along the lower edge of her collarbone. Sister Yang wasn't wearing a bra, and her small, rosy nipples were even more eye-catching than the wounds.
"Why didn't you put any medicine on?"
Sister Yang laughed. "It's just a small wound, no need for medicine."
"How can that be? What if it gets infected? Nurse!" I struggled to sit up, but Sister Yang held me down.
A petite nurse came over, and hearing that Sister Yang was also injured, she enthusiastically brought over the medicine.
"Should I apply the medicine here?" The nurse looked at me, then at Sister Yang.
"Yes, right here." Sister Yang didn't shy away from the sight, directly lifting her shirt in front of me. Her translucent breasts, like teardrops hanging on her slender body, were small yet breathtaking, deeply moving me.
"It might sting a little." The nurse's breasts didn't look large either, but perhaps out of sympathy, she was exceptionally considerate in applying the medicine to Sister Yang.
"Small breasts are prettier." I encouraged the nurse.
"What?" The nurse looked at me in surprise.
Sister Yang laughed, "He's been knocked unconscious, don't mind him."
The nurse laughed too, seemingly emboldened by my encouragement, and swayed away.
"Xiao Zhi, are you still dizzy?" Sister Yang touched my forehead.
I took her hand and placed it on my chest, saying, "Sister Yang, your breasts may not be big, but they're really beautiful." Sister Yang frowned, "You're not quite yourself, I need to go call the doctor." I held onto her hand tightly, saying, "I'm fine, I just suddenly felt like there were some things I needed to say." Sister Yang laughed, "Okay, okay, say less, lie down and rest." I asked, "Sister Yang, where's my mom?"
Sister Yang said, "The teacher should be here soon. She was giving a speech earlier, so the notification was a little late." I said "Oh," and my head suddenly felt dizzy and throbbing again, so I let go of Sister Yang's hand and closed my eyes to rest.
"You go to sleep, I'll go check," Sister Yang said softly, then got up and left.
When I woke up again, I saw my mother sitting beside me, but I didn't see Sister Yang.
"Where's Sister Yang?" I rubbed my temples.
"She went to a TV show. How are you feeling? Does your head hurt a lot?" My mother massaged my acupoints.
"A TV show? What time is it? Am I asleep?" My mother's massage was very skillful and felt very comfortable.
"You fell asleep as soon as I arrived. It's almost nine o'clock now. I asked Mu Ying to go to the TV show in my place." "Oh, ouch..."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" My mother asked anxiously.
"Sister Yang's debut performance, too bad I missed it."
"Go away... Mom wants to see it too, let's watch the replay tomorrow."
I knew Sister Yang was Mom's favorite student, and she was definitely more excited about Sister Yang's performance than I was, so I said,
"Go watch it, I'm fine now."
"I already said we'll watch it tomorrow, now Mom just wants to stay with you, so talk less and rest more." Mom's tone became stern, which reminded me of bad memories, so I said, "Just leave when I tell you to, you want to get rid of me anyway, I don't need you to stay with me."
Mom said, "That's strange, when did Mom want to get rid of you?" I said angrily, "Just last night, don't play dumb!" "
Really? You must be mistaken, did you get your brain damaged?" Mom widened her eyes and pretended to be innocent.
"You...you...you shrew!" I gritted my teeth and pushed Mom's hand away.
"You...you...you shrew." Mom mimicked my tone, then couldn't help but laugh, saying, "How old are you and still so childish?"
I glared at her angrily, "You're the childish one!"
Mom laughed, "You're the childish one."
"You...you...have you had enough? Anyway, I've decided to move out, remember to wire me the money." "No way, I won't give you a single penny."
"Fine! I don't want your money either, get out of here!" I was furious, and my head throbbed even more.
Seeing my discomfort, Mom gently massaged my temples, softly saying, "Okay, it's all Mom's fault, Mom is sorry, okay?"
Hearing Mom finally admit her mistake, my anger subsided considerably, but I still stubbornly said, "Hmph, you're two-faced."
Mom smiled slightly but didn't retort.
After massaging her for a while, I noticed her hands were sore and she wouldn't rest, so I said I was hungry and asked her to buy some bread. That's when I realized Mom hadn't had dinner either, which made me feel a pang of sadness.
After the snack, Mom and I chatted, mostly listening to her recount the day's events. She mentioned the successful march, with preliminary estimates exceeding 100,000 participants. Sister Lei, Brother Daiyu, and other acquaintances had come to see me earlier, but I was sleeping then, so I didn't want to disturb them. Later, she mentioned that the person who hit me had been arrested by the police, and Mom said angrily, "They must sue that bastard to death!" I comforted her, saying, "Let it go. We have different beliefs, and I understand their feelings. Anyway, there wasn't any serious injury; let's make peace with them." Looking at Mom's indifferent expression, I thought, "What about us? We have different beliefs, don't we?"
"Mom, there's something I want to seriously discuss with you."
"Oh, what is it?"
"I really want to move out, please promise me." Seeing my mom's impatient expression, I quickly added, "Let me finish... Mom, you should have found a partner a long time ago. I can take care of myself, moving out is better for everyone."
Mom said, "If I wanted to get married, I would have done it a long time ago. It's none of your business." I said again, "Anyway, I can't live with you anymore."
Mom said, "Why?"
I said, "I'm afraid... I might accidentally be rude to you again." Mom laughed and said, "That's nothing, I'm used to it."
I said urgently: "I'm also afraid... I might do something inappropriate to you."
Mom smiled even more brightly. "Oh, how would you do something inappropriate?"
I stammered, "Like... like this... I might want to touch you." Mom said sweetly, "Go ahead, I didn't say you couldn't touch me."
I immediately pressed, "What about touching your breasts?"
Mom smiled and said, "Okay."
I took a breath and said, "What about touching down there?"
Mom tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "That depends on my mood."
Seeing how readily Mom agreed without a single word of refusal, I couldn't help but wonder, "Are you just being polite because I'm injured?"
"Of course not, would Mom lie?"
"Then why were you so angry yesterday?"
Mom pulled the chair closer, sat up straight, and said, "Mom's views are very advanced, I'm just afraid you can't keep up. Mom is afraid you'll do something you'll regret for the rest of your life."
"Will I regret it?" I carefully considered every word Mom said, and after a long silence, asked, "Then how do you know I won't regret it?"
Mom pinched my cheek and said, "You almost died, and you're still thinking about this kind of thing... You, if you ever regret it, I'll beat you to death."
I chuckled, took Mom's hand, and said, "Mom, I want to touch you now." Mom reached out and took my hand as well, and laughed, "Aren't you touching me?" I was too embarrassed to say it outright, so I gestured towards her chest with my lips. Mom knew perfectly well what was going on, patted my cheek, and said, "Wait a minute." She turned and looked outside the curtain, then came back in and pulled it closed again. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand, reaching it under her clothes.
My mother wasn't wearing a bra under her clothes, and I immediately felt her large, soft breasts. I had suffered humiliation at the hands of her breasts before, more or less, and now, repaying evil with kindness, I gently placed my palm on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. Unfortunately, no matter how I touched, I couldn't feel a pulse; I only felt her tender breasts, like a piece of the finest silk, easily gliding through my palm. Afraid of hurting her, I didn't want to rub too hard, just lightly tracing her breasts with my fingers, like playing the piano. Even so, it made me feel almost heavenly.
I withdrew my hand and gently stroked my mother's face.
My mother stroked my face and said, "Tired of touching so quickly?"
I said, "I'll never get tired of touching you, but I'm not in a hurry."
My mother smiled and said, "If you're not in a hurry, go to sleep."
"Mom... I want to hug you again."
My mother smiled and shook her head, saying nothing as she nestled against my chest. I held this warm, soft jade in my arms, swallowing a large mouthful of saliva. With
a "whoosh," the bed curtains were suddenly pulled open. "Changing the IV drip," the nurse said nonchalantly, carrying out her duties.
I, on the other hand, was startled and almost jumped out of bed. My mom, however, remained calm, playfully scratching my cheek with her finger and chuckling, before standing up to let the nurse do her work.
After spending the night in the hospital, my mom checked me out the next morning.
The first thing I did when I got home was turn on the TV to watch yesterday's news reports.
"A first in history, tens of thousands marched in the air." "Opposition groups say: Police condone public nudity, the mayor should resign!" "The mayor says: I respect everyone's opinion, the police did nothing wrong in their duties." Public opinion seems to be on our side, now we can only wait for the subsequent effects. The only regret is that most of the march footage was pixelated, even my mother's heroic figure on the podium was completely blurred.
My mother held up her phone and said to me, "I have an uncensored version, do you want to see it?" I shook my head and said, "Mom, don't be naked in front of outsiders anymore." Mom said, "How can I not? It's my freedom. I can take it off if I want, I can show it if I want." I said, "Then try not to think about it, okay?"
Mom sighed, "Okay, my little darling, I'll only think about it at home, okay?" Then she took off her clothes, pressed herself on top of me and attacked me with her breasts.
"Ouch! Your nipple is poking my eye." I cried out, covering my eye with my hand.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Mom touched her nipple with her fingers, feeling incredibly soft and harmless.
Looking at her feigned innocence and her teasing gestures, I said, "Mom, do you know how alluring you are right now?"
Mom pouted and said, "Am I?"
I gave her a deep kiss in response…
"Mom, it seems you really haven't been secretly dating anyone." I stroked a strand of Mom's hair, tucking it behind her ear.
"Oh, how did you know?"
"Your tongue skills are terrible." I laughed.
"Okay, let me show you."
This time it was Mom's turn to give me a deep kiss, her eel-like tongue diligently swimming in my mouth. We learned from each other, honing our skills, gradually finding the most comfortable way to scrape and suck on each other's tongues. No special techniques were needed, just gentle entanglement, like the embrace Mom and I were in right now, gently pressing together, slowly rubbing against each other.
The two separated again. I licked my mother's saliva-covered lips and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Mom, are you in a good mood now?"
"What do you think? Of course I'm in a good mood."
"Can I touch you there?"
Mom sighed, looking up at the sky. "You're so silly, what's the point of asking that..." I said embarrassedly, "You said it depends on my mood, I respect you." Mom laughed, "Silly boy, a woman will naturally say when she doesn't want to. If you ask about everything, you'll ruin the atmosphere. What was possible will become impossible."
I nodded and said, "I see." Without further ado, I reached out and touched her, only to find that everything I touched was wet. Mom's underwear was soaked.
I looked down and saw that not only Mom, but also a small part of my pants was wet. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom... did you pee or did you get wet?"
"Pee your head, don't make a fuss." Mom stood up, took off her underwear in front of me, and laughed,
"It's really wet." Then she walked towards the room.
"Wait, let me smell it." Mom tossed her head back without turning around, her panties slapping against my face with a "thud," stinging slightly.
I followed her into the room and saw her naked, choosing clothes from the wardrobe.
"Mom, don't wear anything." I kissed her on the back, my hands roughly kneading her breasts. I hadn't dared to use force at the hospital, but now I realized how soft Mom's breasts were, so tender they almost melted in my hands.
"Muying and the others are coming to see you later, Mom needs to go out to buy food." Mom ignored my actions.
"Just order pizza." I stripped myself naked, gently embracing Mom and rubbing against her crotch.
"Stop touching, Mom can't take it." Mom turned around, her hands still groping my back and buttocks.
"If you can't take it, then stop, it's bad for your health." I buried my face between her breasts; Mom's body was so fragrant and soft that I didn't know where to start. Touching and exploring, I felt a unique beauty in every place, like a vast, fertile grassland, and I, a thirsty nomad, had no place to call home on my mother's body.
"The doctor told me to rest more after you come back, and not to do any strenuous exercise," my mother said, letting me roam freely on her body, even spreading her legs wide to let my penis rub against her crotch.
"The doctor didn't say you can't do strenuous exercise," I said, leading my mother towards the bed. Lying down, letting her press against me felt like being wrapped in an incredibly soft, warm blanket on a winter morning; I didn't want to get out of bed no matter what.
My mother didn't reply at this moment, busy kissing me passionately, occasionally letting out pleasurable breaths from between her lips.
After kissing for a while, perhaps afraid that there wasn't enough time, my mother sat up straight, holding my penis as she was about to sit down.
I quickly said, "Mom, wait a minute, I want to lick you there."
My mother let out a reluctant sigh, but still obediently turned around, assuming a 69 position, and began to suck my penis.
This was the first time I'd ever seen my mother's secret place up close, and I was utterly shocked. My mother's pubic hair wasn't very thick; it was short and curly, probably trimmed regularly. This allowed me to clearly see the shape of her vulva—those two moist labia, quite wrinkled. No wonder the ancients used to describe this part of a woman's body as resembling abalone or clam shells; it looked just like fresh seafood freshly caught from the sea!
I took a big sip, finding only a faint salty taste, perhaps a slight fishy odor, but not very pronounced. Even so, it wasn't exactly delicious, quite different from what I'd imagined. I didn't feel like continuing to lick, but with a scientific mindset, I wanted to savor and analyze it further, carefully experiencing its mysteries.
"Does it taste good?" my mother turned and asked me.
"Uh… not really," I answered truthfully.
"Then don't force yourself." My mother moved, trying to turn back.
"No, don't force yourself! Don't move!" I grabbed my mother's plump buttocks forcefully and continued licking.
Helpless, Mom continued to give me oral sex, though I wasn't sure if she was doing it well enough.
She took my scrotum entirely into her mouth, and I thought she was being silly, almost crying out. But after a short while, I felt incredibly comfortable. My scrotum was so delicate and sensitive; under Mom's licking and caressing, it felt hot and incredibly pleasurable. Occasionally, Mom would blow on it, and I would feel a cool, refreshing sensation—so stimulating!
Sigh, I haven't really understood my body in the past seventeen years; I've truly let my scrotum down.
"Mom, how's my licking? Are you comfortable?"
"So-so."
I felt a little discouraged, but then Mom said, "It's okay, I'll teach you properly another day." So I turned her body around, and Mom understood, gently sitting down on my penis, gradually inserting herself. She swayed gently back and forth, following a certain rhythm, like a willow tree swaying gracefully in the wind.
"Ah...ha...so good..." My mother's moans finally broke through the silence. Seeing her ecstatic expression, seemingly quite comfortable, I felt relieved as well. I intertwined my fingers with hers, wanting to ease her burden.
"Xiao Zhi...Mom...I haven't felt this good in so long, Xiao Zhi...so good..." "Mom...I feel so good too...your...pussy is so tight...so hot...so good..." I gradually felt the effects as well, and with the swaying of my mother's body, I uttered each word with difficulty.
"Xiao Zhi...ah...your cock is hot...no...burning...Mom's burned..." The tingling sensation on my glans grew stronger, and my whole body seemed to become numb and itchy. I didn't want to speak anymore, so I grabbed my mother's breasts and kneaded them vigorously. Then I touched her waist; her slightly fleshy abdomen was very warm, and it felt no less hot than her breasts. Then I grabbed my mother's plump buttocks, and finally rubbed them hard against her soft thighs, finally relieving the itching in my palms.
After rocking for a while, Mom's strength gradually gave out. She collapsed onto me, panting heavily, her breath sweet and fragrant. She couldn't even bear to kiss me. Her face was pressed against mine, drenched in sweat, and all I could hear were her alluring breaths.
Once she calmed down a bit, I turned her over and buried my face in hers.
"Ah...no, the doctor said...ah...doctor...ah..." Mom was overwhelmed by my thrusts. What exactly did the doctor say? In the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Mom...can I call you Xiangqin?" I slowed down, looking into Mom's eyes at very close range.
"Try calling me that again..."
"Xiangqin? Xiangqin, Xiangqin..." I called out in various tones.
"Pfft...it feels so strange." Mom's breath was sweet and alluring. If I hadn't wanted to speak, I would have kissed her long ago.
"Xiangqin baby...Xiangqin wife...Xiangqin lovely...Xiangqin mom..." I called out each word with the rhythm of my thrusting.
"Oh...it doesn't sound good...it doesn't sound good...stop talking..." My mother's smile was radiant, making me even more diligent in watering her.
"Xiangqin baby...Xiangqin sister...Xiangqin little sister...Xiangqin...ah...um..." I used the last bit of strength to violently irrigate my mother's flower core.
"Ah...I came inside...is it okay?"
"You little rascal, you only ask after you've already come..." My mother gently hugged me, her hands stroking my back like a loving mother. Her vagina, however, clenched and unclenched tightly, as if trying to squeeze out all my remaining semen, like a wanton woman... At noon, the living room was filled with laughter. Sister Yang, Sister Lei, and Brother Daiyu had all come, and everyone was eating pizza and chatting.
The TV was playing the live broadcast from last night, and Sister Yang was sitting in the guest seat, talking eloquently, her voice like a nightingale's song, never stopping.
"Sister Yang, why does that photographer keep taking pictures of your legs? It's so creepy." "Really, I didn't even notice. Hey, Xiao Zhi, you're looking so closely, do you like me?" Yang Muying looked at me with a grin.
"Haha, Sister Yang, don't joke around."
"I think Xiao Zhi likes girls with big breasts. I've been observing him for a long time, he keeps staring at Momo's breasts." Brother Dai Yu brought up the most awkward things, as if he didn't want the world to be in chaos.
"Oh? Xiao Zhi, I'm okay, come on if you want to see." Sister Lei opened her chest, and the zipper of her top was easily pushed up by her breasts, gradually revealing her black bra.
"Xiao Zhi, come with me for a moment." Mom suddenly stood up and shouted at me sternly.
As we went into the room, the living room started chattering again.
Lin Daiyu said, "Muying, it's all your fault! You always joke around like that, even the teacher is angry." Lei Mo said, "You're part of it too, why are you dragging me into this?"
Yang Muying said, "Momo, how dare you say that? Why are you jumping around with your breasts in front of the teacher?" These three people probably never expected that the teacher wasn't angry at all, and was even kissing me passionately.
"Ugh... Mom, what are you doing?"
"You little pervert, you dare to mess with my student."
"Ugh..." Before I could reply, my mother pounced on me like a wolf.
After the passion subsided, I said to my mother, "Mom, I've decided, I want to be like you and work hard for the human rights movement."
"Oh, how so?" My mother leaned against me, half-closing her eyes, enjoying my caresses.
"I think that sex, as long as it's consensual, shouldn't have too many restrictions, so I think incest should be decriminalized." As I spoke, I gently traced my finger on my mother's nipple.
I continued, "Nipple liberation violates morality, while incest violates ethics. Morality and ethics are constraints imposed on people by people of the old era. The more progressive society becomes, the more progressive our ideas should be. Neither nipple liberation nor incest is wrong; both should be legalized."
Mom hummed in agreement. I approvingly pinched her nipple and lifted it upwards, wanting to see how high I could pull it.
"Ouch..." Mom swatted my hand away and pinched my thigh hard.
"Mom, which do you think will be legalized first, nipple liberation or incest?" "Hmm... I don't know." "
Perhaps we won't see the answer to this question in our lifetime." I gently massaged Mom's nipple. We are just small figures in the vast sea of humanity. We can only seize the moment, do our best, and strive for human rights in our own way...
[The End]

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