Mom's shapewear

Memory is not an isolated act. We often catch a glimpse of an
object and suddenly recall a period of time, a memory always embedded in a story or context. Thus,
humans learned to tell stories to remember certain events. I am no exception.

Every year on Father's Day, I think back to that unspoken understanding.

I haven't seen my father since I was a child, so my memory of him is almost zero.
Everyone says my father went on a long trip. In my third year of elementary school, I moved into a new house, and I followed my mother in calling
the kind, gentle man in the living room "Grandpa." There was a photograph hanging on the living room wall; my mother said it was my father. It wasn't
until was older that I understood what "went on a long trip" meant.

I remember writing essays like "My Dad" in elementary school, and I always wrote about my
mom, who "took on the father's role." After that, Father's Day was always celebrated at a restaurant with my mom and my uncle's family, which
felt strange. But I didn't say anything. Later, I went to university in the north and
started dating a senior in my year. For the first two years of university, I deliberately distanced myself from my family, even using summer jobs
to avoid the awkward celebrations.

Then, in my junior year, my girlfriend accidentally answered my phone while we were having sex. (
That day, my girlfriend suggested that during sex, I take out my phone and pretend to be a mature woman having an affair with a married subordinate, telling my wife how good her
husband is. I
accidentally pressed the answer button when my mom called and even moaned a few times about how good it felt.) After a suspicious "hello" and a few seconds of awkward silence, my mom found out I had a girlfriend and invited her
to come back to southern Taiwan with me, and also to introduce her to the whole family while celebrating Father's Day. Ignoring my frantic shaking
of my head, she happily replied, "Okay."

She didn't know that that "okay" was a page of memory I didn't want to revisit, yet it deeply affected me.

I took the earliest high-speed train back to southern Taiwan, a journey of over an hour. I arrived at the high-speed rail station closest to my hometown.
That August, my grandparents saw me off at the high-speed rail station as I headed north to study. My mother stood at the ticket gate
, waving to us, looking very happy. I took over the old sedan that my uncle had given my mother, and
drove back to my hometown, where I had lived for over ten years—a familiar yet awkward place.

My grandfather was still hale and hearty. My girlfriend was practically like a daughter-in-law in the family, helping my mother greet
the relatives, and we all drank my grandfather's special summer herbal tea in the living room. The gossipy neighbors
kept glancing at my girlfriend, joking with my mother that I could finally enjoy life.

That night was still the same Father's Day celebration I remember, filled with clinking glasses and lively revelry. Only this time, at Grandpa
's insistence, the venue changed from my uncle's Japanese family restaurant to a high-end hotel. After a few rounds of drinks,
someone wanted to go outside for some fresh air (smoking). Grandpa, my uncle, and my cousin went out of the hotel together for a smoke, while my mom,
aunt, and cousin's wife, after interrogating me about my relationship with my girlfriend, sat together discussing group buying.

The round table set menu at the hotel has a certain magic. As a child, I used to play hide-and-seek under the table with my friends. Now, my girlfriend and
I are playing a game of infidelity. In this space where we could be discovered at any moment, we're in a teasing and unbearably
itchy environment. My girlfriend keeps touching the large bulge in my jeans, feeling my erection before returning to
our conversation. She pretends to whisper secrets, but actually licks my ear with her tongue and lets out a few unintentional moans
. But after teasing me, she goes back to drinking her beverage and chatting normally.

"Am I being too lewd? What if everyone finds out? I don't want them to think I'm a lewd woman
." My mom, aunt, and girlfriend were chatting about funny things from my childhood. When I said I needed to use the restroom and opened the door to the private room
, my girlfriend, reeking of alcohol, whispered in my ear,

"You're a pervert... um... you." Just as I was about to tease her, she unexpectedly straddled my
lap and kissed me on the cheek. I was so shocked I couldn't speak. Seeing my cousin's wife across from me engrossed in her phone
, oblivious to my girlfriend's flirtation, I breathed a sigh of relief. But honestly, I like this contrast in my girlfriend,
and the fun of teasing each other. It always keeps me entertained.

"Look, your crotch is all warm and cozy, with a little bit of wet, shiny, transparent water stains clinging to it. Oh dear...
it's all your fault! My boyfriend's expression was just too cute today."

As everyone gradually returned to the private room, I looked at my phone at the LINE message my girlfriend had sent from the bathroom. I
immediately replied, "If you're all wet and sticky, don't wear underwear. You even took your bra off. Are you trying to
show off in front of my family?" As soon as I sent the message, I regretted it. I had never spoken to
my girlfriend in such a commanding tone. There was a moment of silence on my phone, just as I was about to apologize. Then, my LINE notification vibrated.

"That slutty xx is about to take off her bra and soaking wet panties, but I didn't bring a bag. So I
'll just leave them in the family restroom next door (?>?
Without saying a word, I told the elders at the table I needed to use the restroom, pushed open the door to the private room, grabbed the waiter,
asked where the restroom was, and then ran over. Finding the family restroom door locked, countless possibilities
flashed , and I anxiously stomped my feet. It wasn't until my girlfriend opened the door that I dragged her inside and locked the door.
Only then did I realize my girlfriend had put her bra and panties back on.

My eyes excitedly scanned my girlfriend from head to toe.

"Of course, this fun is for my husband," she said shyly, her face flushed as I stared at her.

I held my girlfriend tightly, my hands unconsciously circling her waist, my lips lightly nibbling her
ear as I kissed her, teasing her with lewd words. "Every moan you make excites me," I said, lifting her A-
line skirt and immediately pulling down her panties, tucking them into my pocket.

"Why are your panties already soaking wet?" "

It's all because of you." "What about

me?" My eyes held a domineering glint that forced her to submit, and my girlfriend shyly turned her head away for the first time.

"Turn around and face away from me.

" "Okay," the hint of adoration in her eyes suddenly ignited a surge of desire within me.

I unzipped the back of my girlfriend's dress all the way to the bra clasp,
unhooked it one by one, and tossed the bra to the floor. I slipped my hands inside the dress and kneaded her already erect nipples.
There were still knocks and footsteps outside the bathroom door. My girlfriend, who usually loved to play the role of a lovesick fool, was now desperately suppressing
her moans, occasionally showing a shy expression. I loved the thrill and excitement of that moment. My girlfriend then let
me slip my fingers inside her dress, teasing her genitals, constantly reminding her of the panic that might ensue if she opened the door.
She felt ashamed. And to paraphrase a common saying among netizens, shame is the first step in discipline.

"I'm so ashamed~ We're outside~ Everyone..."

"What do you mean, everyone?" I pinched her clitoris with my fingers, and my girlfriend suddenly cried out.

"I give up, I give up," my girlfriend quickly begged me for mercy.

"Too late." I inserted a finger into her vagina.

"Heh... huff... (panting)... oh... huff..." My girlfriend screamed like an actress being raped in a porn movie.

"Please~"

"What?"

"Fuck me!"

I didn't directly pull down my pants and insert my already erect penis into my girlfriend's vagina, but instead
used my fingers to move in and out of her vagina more forcefully and quickly.

"Don't do this... It feels so good... I can't take it anymore... Ugh..."

Just as I was gently rotating my index and middle fingers, keeping them touching the top of my girlfriend's vagina
, her right hand suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly from behind. "I want it..." My girlfriend's voice was
as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I pried her hand away and pulled her close to my chest, hooking my fingers inside her vagina
and thrusting them in and out like during sex. My girlfriend, now only able to moan, was at my mercy, repeatedly saying "Ah,
" "I want it," and "I'm coming." After several orgasms, my girlfriend's legs went weak, and she could barely stand by gripping the railings on either side of the sink
.

I don't know if it was the atmosphere that emboldened me, but I pulled my girlfriend's phone from my back pocket
, turned on recording mode, and placed it on the ground, the camera pointing upwards at her naked lower body.
I was standing with my pants half off, engaging in a rear-entry position. This time, I didn't maintain my usual gentlemanly demeanor; I just
thrust and pulled relentlessly.

Without the slightest hesitation, we achieved our first public sexual encounter. Afterwards, she said she
realized how lewd she had been. That day, her vaginal fluid dripped directly onto the phone screen, and the splashes
landed on the bathroom tiles. Accompanying my girlfriend's orgasm was our reflection in the mirror, both of us sprawled on the sink. After
we finished, we quickly straightened our clothes, and I slowly helped my girlfriend up and held her tightly. I then
opened her Line account and sent her the nearly five-minute video I'd just recorded, ending this tense and exciting
round. Flipping my phone back, I realized over 20 minutes had passed.

Back in our private room, I made an excuse that I was taking my girlfriend to look around the hotel. My girlfriend shyly
apologized , but everyone seemed to know what had happened and chuckled knowingly. This awkwardness
turned into laughter when my cousin-in-law said, "It's so good to be young." Finally, we raised our glasses to wish Grandpa a Happy Father's Day.

My cousin and I went to the hotel in two cars, but since he was going to Japan for a business trip the next day, and my uncle had been drinking
a bit, and my aunt couldn't drive, he asked my cousin's wife to drive his car and take my uncle and aunt home that night. He
took the bus home first. My mom usually rides in my car when we went there, but this time, my aunt insisted that my mom ride in
my cousin's wife's car.

"Only five minutes, and you've already turned into a speed demon," my girlfriend
said in a low voice, pretending to lean against me and whisper in my ear as I drove home, after watching the video I had just filmed. "You'll see tonight,
I'll play until you're too scared to do it," I thought she would tease me, but instead, she smiled seriously and said, "Yeah!
I'm waiting."

What's going on...? Does my girlfriend's masochistic side suddenly awaken just from visiting my parents' home? Whatever,
as her boyfriend, it's rare for me to be a man for once.

After parking the car, my girlfriend and I watched TV in the living room. Soon, we heard my grandfather and uncle's hearty laughter.
They were back. We chatted casually, and she kept my grandfather company. My cousin-in-law, who now
works , kept chatting with my girlfriend, even bringing out a lot of cosmetics from my mother's room for her to try. It just so happens
that her family lives nearby, so she went to her parents' house for dinner. My aunt prepared dinner for us, and afterwards, my uncle,
aunt, and mother played mahjong with my grandfather.

Of course, we weren't idle either. After she said, "Honey, I think I left my bra in the restaurant
restroom " we started indulging in fantasies. "The person who went in after us, I think it was a woman pushing
an old man in a wheelchair. He saw your bra on the floor... what if the old man...?
"

"The old man would get an erection, pick up your bra, and smell it for his wife," I said.

Once the fantasy started, everything would logically unfold. I picked up the bra my girlfriend had taken out of her suitcase
to wear in the shower and smelled it. My girlfriend's eyes lit up. The subsequent fantasies and role-playing became much easier
to get into . There were traces of our passion in the kitchen and bedroom, and after we were done, I pretended
nothing had happened and helped the elders at the mahjong table clear away the dishes.

"Dad, you need to take care of your health,"
came my uncle's loud voice from the living room. "I know, tell Xiaoli to drive, drive slowly.
Ah Zhu, can you take my aunt home for me?" (Grandpa replied, "I know," and reminded my cousin-in-law to drive safely, and also
asked my mom to take my uncle's aunt home for him). But Grandpa's voice sounded a little strange, as if he was excited and
expectant.

While my mom was seeing my uncle off at the door, my girlfriend and I were in the small
room . Overwhelmed by desire, we let our hot, wet tongues lick each other incessantly. "Ah Zhu,
Dad asked you to take care of her." Through the gap in the curtains of the small room, I peeked and saw my aunt

pull my mother to the covered walkway near the small room while my uncle went to the parking lot to meet my cousin's wife. She took
a package and handed it to my mother, only telling her, "Don't keep him waiting." My aunt said as she urged my mother back inside.

"What about that friend of hers? Has she washed herself?" I heard my grandfather suddenly
ask girlfriend and me. The next second, Mom replied, "He took the first bus home early this morning, so he's probably tired . He just finished showering and told me he wanted to go to bed early tonight because he wants to take his girlfriend out for a stroll tomorrow.
" After Grandpa replied with a series of "Oh, oh," Mom's voice suddenly became very soft after "And..." I couldn't hear it at all in my room. Then I heard Mom say, "Dad! I've already put..."

"The water's boiled, you go take a bath first." (She had already prepared the bathwater for Grandpa and was letting him bathe first). Then, I don't know what
they whispered, but Mom replied, "I know."

Listening to the creaking and banging of the security door opening and closing, and
the rattling noise of the old-fashioned blue iron roller shutter from the arcade, I boldly pulled back the curtains and
turned on the light.

"You rascal!" my girlfriend said, laughing as she noticed my gradually throbbing hips. I retreated to the wall facing the window,
unbuckled my belt, and my girlfriend, understanding my intention, knelt down in front of me. With slightly trembling hands, she unzipped my pants,
pulled down the zipper, and eagerly brought her nose close to my loose boxer shorts, whispering, "Smells bad.
" Then, she gently licked my penis from the base, along the thickest vein, until she reached the urethral
opening, her hands constantly teasing my testicles. Watching her enjoy it made me even more excited, and
my erection swelled even more.

Suddenly, I seemed to sense something, so I pulled my girlfriend into the closet of the small room. I hugged
her covering her mouth with my hand to signal that someone was coming. I could see my mom entering the room through the gap in the closet,
carrying a shopping bag. She opened the bag; inside were two identical strapless corsets. My mom
tore one open. "So he likes this style."

It's no exaggeration. Although I often watched my mom change clothes in front of me when I was little, she'd never looked
so sexy and alluring, even taking off one ordinary piece of clothing after another.

"Look at me! Sons can only look at their mothers. I'm your mother, playing the kind of mother you like,"

my girlfriend, who was squeezed behind me, said, covering my eyes with her hands. I turned to face my
girlfriend, who was speaking in a whisper. "Don't talk nonsense," I replied in the same whisper. "My penis doesn't lie. Just mentioning 'Mom'
makes you this hard?!" Our eyes met, and although I vehemently denied it and turned my head away,
my girlfriend . Facts speak
louder than words. When my girlfriend kissed my lips, her tongue explored my mouth, licking my neck and mimicking my mother's tone, calling me by my nickname. That unintentional "Ah-ha"
moan vividly reminded me of making love with my mother. Our tongues
moved up and down in each other's mouths, like unsatisfied mature women in adult films using lewd kisses to seduce their sons.

"I'm a little shy... but after all, Mom hasn't had sex for so many years since your dad left, Mom's
scared! But son, what you did in the bathroom today felt so good, Mom regrets not having sex all these years
. Maybe you should let that old man in the back do me..." My girlfriend whispered, mimicking my mother's distinctive voice, a voice
brimming with lust. I pursed my lips, reaching my limit in just two or three minutes. She
could make me submit with just a look.

The soft click of the door closing pulled us back to reality.

"Let's go," I whispered to my girlfriend. We walked out of the closet and sat on the floor in silence for a long time.

"I'm sorry," my girlfriend and I said to each other almost simultaneously.

"But I'm serious. To be honest, I like being possessed by you, especially the
moment you treat me like your mother. Just answer one question: do you want this?" Faced with my girlfriend's sincere yet lustful
gaze, I hesitated. My girlfriend stood up and took off all her clothes in front of me. Then
came an incredulous expression. "...You..." I stared dumbfounded as my naked girlfriend
pulled my mother's underwear, which she had changed out of a few minutes earlier, from the laundry basket in the small room. My girlfriend first picked up my mother's
bra , smelled the scent of one of her breasts, and then put it on.

"Look! Mom put dumpling pads in her bra today for you. Who told you to stare at big
breasts like that?" As my girlfriend adjusted her bra straps, she folded the top part inwards, exposing her nipples. She pulled out
two dumpling pads, rubbed them against her nipples, and then tossed them to me to smell. "Son, get Mommy some underwear," my girlfriend
called out sweetly to my bewildered face. I handed her the underwear my mother had just changed out of.

My girlfriend hesitated for a moment, looking at the discharge in the underwear, and said, "Mom's probably about to get her period; there's a lot of
discharge ." "No…no…that's dirty. Change into something else, I'll get it," I said, grabbing the underwear back with concern
. But my girlfriend kissed me and said, "It's okay, and I want to do this once too." As she spoke, my girlfriend pulled down
her underwear and carefully slipped it on, following the creases, even adjusting it so that the discharge would just "stick"
to her private parts.

Just as my girlfriend's dressing-up show came to an end, the living room lights were turned off. My mom probably thought we were all asleep,
because we heard her walking back to her room in slippers. But my mom probably didn't realize that we were in this small room on the first floor
, and that her spare underwear was now being worn by my girlfriend.

(This time, at my mother's insistence, my girlfriend slept in the second-floor guest room. The second-floor room used to be my grandfather's
master bedroom, but in recent years, because my mother was taking care of my grandmother before she passed away, my grandfather slept next to my grandfather's room, while my grandfather lived on
the second floor. It wasn't until my grandmother passed away that my grandfather moved back to the first floor.)

My girlfriend really did get bold from playing around. She asked me to quietly take her to the living room to get my mother's makeup bag to play with before
returning to my room. She was observant; she took out her phone and looked at the photos, then spent a few minutes in the living room
mimicking my mother's makeup for the day. Meanwhile, I tiptoed to the entryway and took my mother's high heels and
the stockings tucked inside. Just as we were about to go back to our room upstairs, we suddenly heard my mother talking on
her phone . My girlfriend and I quickly retreated to our small room. A short while later, my mother opened her bedroom door and came into the living room. Then
she closed the door.

My girlfriend, back in her small room, didn't notice me pressed against the door listening to what was happening outside. When I turned around, she was
putting on my mother's pantyhose from that day, which I hadn't yet examined closely that evening. "Is this what Mom wore today?" I asked incredulously,
pointing to the nude-colored, pearlescent stockings my girlfriend was wearing. She smiled and nodded without saying a word, then picked up
her high heels from the interlocking floor. They were wedge heels, about 5 centimeters high. Because Mom's shoe size was smaller, my girlfriend's feet looked a little bulging when she
squeezed them in, the buckle tightly constricting her ankles. My girlfriend proudly
walked a few steps in front of me like she was on a runway, finally finding her sleeveless dress from the laundry basket and putting it on.

"Zipper Mom's," I said, standing behind her and zipping up her dress, but everything from her underwear and stockings to her clothes
smelled like Mom. "Your mom seems pretty sexy," my girlfriend joked when I didn't zip it all the way up.
"Mom's got style, you're dressed so beautifully today, it makes your son want to devour you!" Damn it! I actually
said that to my girlfriend, who was dressed as my mom.

"Wait a minute, Mom's going to let you devour me all night,"

my girlfriend said, sitting on the QQ chair, touching up her makeup with the same lipstick she'd just taken from my mom's makeup bag.
I gently bit her ear from behind the chair. "Mom, do you know what putting on lipstick means? It's telling
your son you can fuck Mom's lips!" Then I turned around and took a big step to face her. My girlfriend
left a rose-colored lipstick stain on my white underwear.

"Son, Mom wants..." My girlfriend said, skillfully pulling down my underwear and gently

grasping my glans with her hand, slowly squeezing it down. Then, like playing a game of parent-child tacit understanding,
she let out a soft "Ah..." as she looked up at me with her mouth wide open. I had saliva and phlegm in my mouth,
which flowed down into her mouth. At that moment, she took my penis into her mouth, which was filled with our saliva.

It was like the rapid swallowing and spitting in those pornographic films.

If there were an onomatopoeic word for lewdness, then I think it would be the sound of sucking on a penis.

I pulled the QQ chair to the wall and sat down, while my girlfriend knelt down, her tongue licking my testicles, constantly
moaning softly . She gently sucked on it, her tongue massaging and circling inside, alternating between left and right in a blissful state. I picked up my phone
and pressed the camera button, a long strand of fluid stretching between my glans and my girlfriend's cheek.

"I want to film Mom's lewd side, say something to the camera, and remember to say it while sucking on her son's penis,
" my girlfriend actually said, mimicking my mother's tone perfectly. I couldn't believe how much stimulation this gave me; it made me
even harder.

Until I heard my grandfather's habitual cough and the sound of the door opening next door.

Ignoring my girlfriend's continued fondling of my penis, I quickly pushed her away and
said

"Who else would be here at this time? Your grandpa? It's okay for him to see. Seeing his grandson's
penis being sucked by his daughter-in-law, maybe his old penis will even get hard." She continued, "If grandpa's penis
gets , would you let him fuck me?" Seeing that I didn't answer, she lowered her head and buried it between my legs. I felt a warmth
on my glans, and she was holding it so tightly. My girlfriend greedily took it all in, my entire penis enveloped by her hot mouth.

I thought my girlfriend's joke was just our bedroom banter. Life is full of so many

buts. I heard my grandfather's voice from the wall, and more importantly, my mother's voice.

"Dad, do I look good dressed like this?"

"Of course you look good, come here! I just swallowed a Viagra, I'm going to make you
scream, open your legs for me.
"

"Dad! Don't be so rough, it hurts."

"Looks like you're not having a good time today, Ah-Zhu! You usually moan so loudly, I like to hear you say you
're that kind of thing, that kind of thing."

"A wife who needs to be fucked," the woman replied, it was her mother's voice.

Listening to all this from across the wall, my mind started replaying my mother's outfit that day, and the things my aunt had just given
her . Looking at the shapewear lying there, I wondered if my mother was wearing high heels and pearly stockings. "
My son's gotten bigger." My girlfriend's words stirred an indescribable feeling within me—a lustful urge.

I roughly pressed my girlfriend's head down, lifting her chin, listening to the moans
and swallowing sounds from the next room for several minutes. When I felt a shiver run through me, I saw my kneeling girlfriend looking at me with dazed eyes. I
stood up instinctively; her tongue was already restlessly licking my scrotum. I remember it clearly to this day:
my penis was above her mouth, and she ejaculated while licking my scrotum. The first spray landed on her hair, then
a bunch on her eyes, nose, and cheeks. Instantly, a thick layer of white semen splattered on my girlfriend's face.

My girlfriend kept teasing my penis after ejaculation, saying, "My son's penis looks like a sausage now that
it
's shrunk." My girlfriend held my shrunken penis with her left hand, stimulating the glans with her thumb while holding it firmly with her other four fingers. Her right hand held the glans between her palms, gently rotating and rubbing it. After only a few dozen seconds, I felt a slight tremor in my body
, and my thighs began to tense up again, having just ejaculated.

"It's getting bigger slowly," my girlfriend said to me, then lay down on the floor, sticking her butt out in front of me
, and spreading her labia with her hands. She said briefly, "Son, fuck me," her tone commanding yet
maturely gentle. In that instant, the roles of "mother" and "girlfriend" overlapped. I
directly inserted my now-erect penis; it was surprisingly tight. This time, there was no restraint; my girlfriend and I were as passionate
, moaning, and teasingly lewd as we were at home. The room was once again filled with the sounds of lewd thrusting and moaning.

I knew, my girlfriend knew, and the two people in the next room knew too.

"Hiss... Ah!! Fuck! Mom, son feels so good," I panted, eyes closed, head tilted back,
gripping my girlfriend's waist and thrusting deep inside her, rapidly pounding into her. After several thrusts, our connection
was soaking wet, making wet sounds. Suddenly, a deep thrust came, turning on my girlfriend's "switch ".

As I kept saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum", my girlfriend also cried out, "
Ugh... Mom feels so good too... Fuck me... Please, son... Fuck me... I can't take it anymore... My body
is so itchy ..." From the room next door, I could hear my grandfather panting, saying, "We can't be like young men, can we?"
and telling my mother, "Dad is lazy and has a big penis, people see his underwear and it gets wet, fucking me feels so good... Ahhh..."

'Hmm...' I kissed my girlfriend in the missionary position, still able to feel her moans
. My tongue traced circles around my girlfriend's lips, but the lipstick smelled like my mother's. "Don't look at me like that,
it'll make Mom think she's even more horny."

"xxx, you're my horny, horny mother who's horny!" I practically yelled, twisting my waist and thrusting hard.

"I am... Dad's horny bride, for my broken-up mother," unbelievably, my mother's voice came from
next door first.

"I'm going to cum inside!" I said to my girlfriend.

"I'm in my fertile period today..." my girlfriend said, her face flushed, but she arched her back,
letting my penis stay in a little longer. After ejaculating, I closed my eyes, lost in ecstasy, lying on top of my girlfriend, panting. This was the fifth time today
.

"Happy birthday, my dearest boyfriend." Actually, I'd even forgotten it was my birthday.

The night in my hometown countryside was still quiet. This time, I didn't care what others thought. I simply picked up my exhausted
girlfriend, carrying her in a princess carry back to our room. I glanced at her as we passed my grandfather's room, sighed softly, and said "Goodnight"
to the person inside.

There's a kind of tenderness called unspoken understanding. The next morning, when I woke up, my girlfriend had already finished washing up and was coming out of the guest room
bathroom . Her clothes from yesterday were gone. She walked up to me and kissed me. "I love kissing. It's
the best way to express love. I really crave you, so don't apologize." She
quickly urged me to brush my teeth and take a shower, just like her usual routine.

My girlfriend and I went downstairs. We were still the familiar mother and grandfather. My girlfriend and I
chatted with them about everything about studying and working in the north without any grudges. The way grandpa looks at me has changed a bit, but who cares
. He is still the kind grandfather, but in the evenings when my girlfriend and I played in my hometown for a few more days, we had more topics
that were exclusive to men.

When we were about to leave, he suddenly gave his girlfriend a red envelope and asked her to take good care of me. A
big red envelope. When my girlfriend wanted to decline, my mother suddenly said seriously that she would be hired by our family. Let's have a good talk after
graduation. My girlfriend said that she could clearly see the loneliness in my mother’s caring eyes.

Sitting on the high-speed train returning to the north, my girlfriend mysteriously took out a packaging bag from her backpack. "This isn't
..." Seeing my questioning look, my girlfriend nodded firmly. Inside the bag was an unopened set of shapewear
. "Auntie said this is for me, and also..." My girlfriend took out another box from the bag
—a box of condoms. "She said you're not very talkative, but you're a gentle person, like your
father . She wants me to take good care of you." I was speechless, and I held my girlfriend's hand tightly, telling her "
I love you."

"Silly girl, I love you too." My girlfriend leaned on my shoulder, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked softly, "
What did your grandpa say to you alone before he left?"

"Nothing much, just some casual conversation."

"Who are you kidding? Casual conversation and he even sent me and your mom away.

" "It's true."

"It really is a secret between me and grandpa."

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"Weiwei, Grandpa told you that
all women are the same; if you make them happy in bed, they'll listen to you. "

Grandpa gestured with his chin towards my girlfriend, who was talking to my mom at the door. "This little brat, do you know what I
mean?" As far as I can remember, this was the first time Grandpa had laughed so maniacally. So much so that I've always forgotten
what he said to me that day, only remembering that concluding remark and the
10,000 yuan .

Unlike him, I was on the high-speed train, looking at my sleeping girlfriend's face, talking to myself.

Perhaps it was this unexpected incident during the summer vacation that made my mother feel that her son, who didn't like going home, had changed,
and seemed be able to integrate into the family. She actively encouraged me to take my girlfriend back to our hometown for a barbecue during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. My girlfriend was
busy preparing for her corporate internship at the time, so I didn't invite her, making an excuse that my grandfather wanted me to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Perhaps it really was a woman's innate sixth sense. The night before I was to catch my ride,
my girlfriend called out to me as she walked in after work . I went to the entryway and saw her in her uniform suit and high heels. She immediately hugged me.
The cool, air-conditioned scent of the office mingled with her faint perfume. She slightly pulled up her already short skirt,
revealing her fair thighs encased in black stockings. "Hey~ you perverted husband, where are you looking?" she said, rolling up her skirt herself, revealing her buttocks covered

in black stockings , their perfect curves on full display. Her bright red panties peeked through the black stockings, exuding an ambiguous sensuality.
"
How long has it been since you touched me?" My girlfriend knelt down and pulled down her pants, then started sucking my penis
. Seeing her in her uniform, black pantyhose, and high heels, kneeling in front of me, would arouse any man. Then I
turned her around so she was facing the door with her back to me, and pulled her black pantyhose and underwear down to her knees, penetrating her from behind!

After we finished, seeing my satisfied expression, she said, "Feeding your husband means you won't have a chance to 'fuck' your
mother." I was stunned for a moment, noticing my displeasure, and she quickly said she was just joking. I
hugged her tightly from behind, burying her face in my chest. "Then you'd better work hard. We
'll have plenty . My mom's really slutty, she can even sleep with my grandpa, so I, as her son, can do it too."
I whispered in my girlfriend's ear.

"Perverted husband."

"I am a pervert~ but who is the one playing my mom and having incest with me?"

"Slutty mom."

My girlfriend's wanton moans made each thrust even more intense. Find a woman to pin down, wantonly
touching her naked body, caressing her smooth waist, licking her delicate and sensitive lower abdomen and genitals with my tongue.
It would be best to also squeeze their swollen breasts, fondling them until their bodies tremble uncontrollably, yearning.

"Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...stop...Waaaaah!" Hearing my girlfriend's weak moans,
I increased the amplitude of my movements, repeatedly entering and exiting.

"So sensitive," I teasingly slid my semi-limp penis inside her vagina with twisting my hips after ejaculating inside her.

"I really love you so much, I can't live without you."

"Me too."

In the days that followed, I only recalled all of this twice in my dreams. The first time was
the night you attended my wedding. I remember the first time my mother and I argued about insisting on putting you at the family table. On the day of the wedding banquet
, my mother even went to the table with your "college friends" to look for you. But she found that you weren't
there You were deliberately avoiding her, hiding at a table for the groom's relatives, a table for people from your hometown.

"You must be happy," you said, tapping my glass against yours as the newlyweds toasted. "I will,
" I replied that day. The second time was a few days ago at your wedding.
Before your second entrance, you asked your sister to tell me to sneak over to you.

"You look so beautiful, congratulations," I said, looking at you after you changed into your second wedding dress.

"Your words are still as sweet as ever. Seeing that you're doing well, I heard from others that you've become a manager at such a young age.
My sister told me your wife didn't come with you."

"She's in school right now, so busy, and I was sent on a business trip to the south by my boss. I happen to be free, and I'm taking the early morning
flight back tomorrow."

I didn't mention that this business trip was something I had actively sought, and that my wife didn't know I was coming for her wedding.
We talked about the past few years, about how on the day we broke up, we agreed to bury some things in our memories.

"Ultimately, it was my fault," I said.

"Actually, I knew that when I crossed that line, our relationship would end. Oh, right! This is for you."
She took a gift box from her suitcase.

I opened the box; it was that sexy shapewear from back then. Seeing the way I looked at you, you smiled and said,

"I've never worn it." Inside the gift box was a note that read: "

Whenever I think of this, I can't help but feel overwhelmed, and I crave this wonderful feeling.

'Me too,' I said to you when the photographer asked me to stand near the bride, even though I didn't want to take a picture with the guests
. And I decided to take a risk. As the group of guests were about to leave
, I secretly told her that I would book the room next to hers.

Then, I held the groom's hand, smiled, and said congratulations."

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