Treat life as an adventure

On the first day of school, I stood under the shade of a large banyan tree opposite the Fenglin High School teaching building, somewhat bewildered by the bustling crowds. Parents, leading their children, rushed about, sweating profusely. The initial excitement and anticipation of entering school had been completely overwhelmed by the scorching sun and the cumbersome procedures. Coupled with heavy bags of luggage, anxiety was evident on many faces. I, however, was temporarily free of these burdens.

Two days prior, I had told my parents about my plan to stay at Eileen's house. My parents didn't say much, seemingly having anticipated this. They simply insisted on covering all my school expenses, including three years of living expenses at her house. My mother merely smiled, outwardly agreeing, but privately telling me to consider the money as my allowance.

Although I felt somewhat guilty towards my parents, as a young student, I was secretly pleased to hear this. After all, I didn't have much of the lingering pride associated with the previous generation.

After everything was settled, my mom kept her promise from that night and drove me around most of the tourist attractions and downtown areas of K City these past two days. We ate a lot of local delicacies and she even bought me a few new clothes. To be honest, although I kept quiet on the surface, I was secretly quite pleased to be able to hang out with such a beautiful woman who exuded a strong masculine charm.

Especially since she would occasionally make some intimate gestures towards me without any reservations—like holding my hand, pressing her soft breasts against my arm, or snuggling directly into my arms; or suddenly shouting excitedly and turning around to hug me tightly. Sometimes I would feel a little confused between her somewhat assertive, bossy demeanor and her girlish behavior when she was paying the bills, and I wasn't sure which one was her true self. Just as

I was thinking about all the things that had happened these past two days, I suddenly heard a soft "Hanhan~" and she hurriedly walked towards me from the crowd in the teaching building with a bill in her hand.

She was dressed very scantily again today, and to be honest, the neckline was a bit too low, with her cleavage taking up a large proportion of her chest. Again, it was a sheer black dress, making her quite eye-catching in a crowd. Whenever she walked quickly or bent down to fill out forms, people couldn't take their eyes off her, their expressions practically wanting to peek into her chest.

If you ask me how I felt, I'd mostly just feel awkward. And I'd unconsciously avoid too much contact with new classmates, lest people reinforce the impression that this woman and I were mother and son. I remember in junior high, at a parent-teacher conference, a classmate's mother, because of her extremely flamboyant and fierce attire, made even our elderly homeroom teacher secretly swallow hard, and we talked about it and fantasized about it for a long time afterward. I didn't want that kind of scene to repeat itself for the next three years.

"Come on, let's go to the finance office to pay the fees," she said, gently taking my arm as we walked into another crowded office building.

After a busy half-day, the grueling registration process finally came to an end. We both breathed a sigh of relief as we walked out of the school gate. Looking at the long line of cars stuck in traffic at the school entrance, I deeply admired her decision not to drive.

Watching her, drenched in sweat, a strand of hair clinging to her white breasts, her hands unconsciously fanning her neck like butterflies, I felt a strange sweetness in that moment, despite the strong sense of sensuality in the scene.

Although my mother's private life was rather shocking, after spending the past two days with her, I could see that she cared deeply about her son's school start. If she hadn't dressed so provocatively today, I really wanted to hug her and thank her; if I tried to force myself on her now, I'd probably end up...

We walked down the hill, intending to hail a taxi home, when her phone rang. She took the phone out of her bag, glanced at it, and casually turned her back to answer it, whispering something. I couldn't make out the exact words, but she was basically reporting our current location.

After hanging up, she turned around and said to me with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Hanhan, I'm so sorry, can you go home by yourself first? Mommy suddenly has something important to do."

"Oh, okay," I readily agreed. Anyway, I'd gradually gotten used to her various mysterious phone calls and sudden disappearances over the past few days.

"Good girl, Mommy will make you something delicious when she gets back tonight~" she said, pulling my head close and pouting to give me a kiss on the forehead. The sweet fragrance wafted over again, and the soft, damp touch on my forehead made my mouth water.

So I said goodbye to her and turned to go back to the bus stop halfway up the mountain, telling her I also wanted to check the bus routes between school and home. She smiled and nodded without saying anything.

But if you really thought I was that obedient, you'd be very wrong. Within her line of sight, I quickly veered away. The road to school was crowded with cars, people, and trees; finding cover was incredibly easy.

I silently watched her in the distance, and when her gaze fell upon me, I subtly shifted to the side, revealing nothing suspicious. Her expression and appearance seemed normal. However, I instinctively sensed something strange was amiss, which was why I lingered.
About five minutes later, a black Audi drove up to her and stopped precisely in front of her. She glanced around cautiously, then quickly opened the passenger door and got in.
The car immediately turned around, and with the driver facing me, I focused intently on the driver. Even in just a few seconds, I could roughly make out the man's face. He was a slightly overweight, balding middle-aged man, dressed in a suit somewhat like an official's.

Another man? Just how many men has this woman been involved with? If, as she said, she was truly busy with work, that would be understandable. A single woman with such a large career would naturally have many social interactions and engagements. However, to me, the scene just now clearly had an ambiguous undertone. But thinking about it too much for now was pointless; I decided to go home first. So I boarded the crowded bus that passed by the school.

As I rode the bus across the bridge over the river, watching the sunset cast its crimson glow on the city, I couldn't help but imagine my three years of high school life. How would I leave my mark in this school, this city, this home?

Back home, sitting in the spacious living room, I was momentarily at a loss for what to do. This was the first time I'd been alone in this house. If it were before, as a middle school student, I probably would have seen this as a rare opportunity, drawn the curtains, dug out my treasured pornographic DVDs, and indulged in a good masturbation session in the living room… But I'm past that naive age, and besides, deep down, I felt something more worthwhile was tempting me.

Sensing the intense feminine aura emanating from the house, I suddenly stood up and walked towards my mother's bedroom.

To be honest, even just a fleeting glance when I first entered, the sheer opulence of her bedroom left a very deep impression. From what I've observed over the past two days, she has a habit of closing doors behind her, whether at home or out, without locking them, just casually closing the door. This, however, has somewhat hindered my observation.

Driven by a latent desire to pry into her privacy, I opened her door.

Because the bedroom is quite large, a section of the entrance is blocked by a wardrobe, obscuring most of the view from the doorway. Several soft rugs are laid on the floor; she doesn't wear slippers when she enters. Further in, a large bed with luxurious purple sheets comes into view. Perhaps to avoid leaving marks on her skin, there's no cooling mat on the bed for summer; she simply sleeps wrapped in a blanket with the air conditioning blasting every night.

The first thing I did as I approached the bed felt strangely familiar: I pressed my upper body against the smooth velvet sheets and took a deep breath. The real thing was definitely much stronger! But after satisfying my curiosity, I quickly got up, smoothed out the stains on the sheets, and looked around the room.

Someone with a strong attachment to stockings might have picked up the black lace thigh-high stockings she'd taken off from the large chaise lounge beside her bed and done something...maybe put them over their head and inhale deeply, then take them off and masturbate. But I don't have a particularly strong liking for stockings, so I ignored them and went to the MAC computer on her large white desk, deciding to go straight for the heart of the matter. Judging

from the past few days, she hasn't been using her laptop, or if she has, it's probably only at the office. At home, there's only this MAC and the high-end desktop in my room. I wonder what I'll find when I turn it on. However, counteracting my somewhat dark desires was a slight worry about messing up someone else's important data. When I was a child, I carelessly turned on an aunt's computer in my father's office to play a few games, resulting in the loss of some of her work data. Not only did I get scolded, but my father also suffered a lot. Now, I was accessing something belonging to a private CEO, so I needed to be even more careful.

The computer booted up, but it was a Windows interface. This woman wasn't exactly a hardcore Apple fan… I wasn't surprised; it was probably for work or just my habit. Full of anticipation, I was greeted with a password input screen, as expected. I sighed and typed "123456," but realizing it was wrong, I gave up. Although I remembered seeing articles in computer magazines about cracking passwords, I hadn't read them carefully. Besides, I felt it was unnecessary to go to such lengths for a little sneaky peek; it would only lead to more trouble.

So, I left the computer desk, my spirits lifted, and excitedly reached for the large white wardrobe to the right of her bed near the door. Perhaps due to the style of the wardrobes, none of them had locks. After learning this, I couldn't help but wonder if this woman's house might also have a safe. After all, if the security was this low, a thief could easily break in.

I eagerly anticipated opening the wardrobe and finding all sorts of alluring lingerie to satisfy my lewd fantasies about women. However, reality didn't seem to offer such a conflict. I carefully opened all the doors of the wardrobe but didn't find any revealing or SM clothing. I was slightly disappointed, but thinking about it carefully, if I had actually found those things, how would I look at this woman afterward?

Near the head of the bed were summer clothes: various high-end sheer long and short skirts, and even several miniskirts and hot pants worn by young women. At the same time, there were also many short and stylish cotton sportswear and tight compression pants for running and gym use. In the middle were her various dark-colored pajamas and nightgowns, all made of silk and sheer fabric. Just looking at them, one could imagine her alluring sleeping posture with bare white legs and exposed cleavage. Further on were spring and autumn/winter fashion items, including several familiar fur coats that seemed to have appeared in her blog's photographs. It seems she uses her own clothes for most of her photoshoots, which is probably a sign of wealth.

Opening another tightly joined side cabinet, I found the joy I had been looking for. Inside was a sea of bras and panties.

Most of the hanging items were dark and sexy, with several sets featuring prominent camisoles—styles that didn't seem like comfortable clothes for home wear. Right at the front, I even saw that dark green lace pair from that day, which involuntarily stirred up some rather shocking memories. Next to it were one or two large shopping bags filled with various unopened stockings. Because there were so many, I didn't dare to examine them closely, but the few pairs of fishnet and camisole stockings on the surface were enough to tell the story.

But that wasn't my interest; I was thinking about what else I might find. I didn't believe this woman's room could be so simple and innocent. So I searched the bottom of the two cabinets again and actually found a wooden box. It was about the size of a thick book, with a keyhole but no lock... If she didn't like locking things, why not just leave the computer unlocked too...?

I opened it and found something I couldn't understand. Inside were several rubber plug-like objects with long, feathery, horsehair-like appendages at the ends, in four different colors: red, green, yellow, and black. Full of questions, I closed it, wondering if this woman's defenses were truly flawless? But I quickly dismissed that thought a few seconds later.

On a whim, I lifted the pillow on the bed. A delicate, purplish-red female masturbator was right in front of me. Based on my previous experience browsing Taobao, the curved part was for stimulating the clitoris, and the frosted surface underneath was for insertion into the vagina. The entire device had no visible battery compartment, suggesting it was a high-end product with excellent waterproofing and fully encapsulated features…

I was once again deeply impressed by her audacity in displaying this so openly on her bedside table.

Picking up the purple vibrator, I instinctively brought it to my nose and smelled it. Hmm, no strange smell; the cleaning was quite thorough. However, the slightly abrasive, slippery texture and the fact that it had undoubtedly been inserted into her vagina made me feel a surge of excitement.

Following this thought, I casually opened her bedside table, and sure enough, a large box of 30 condoms from a well-known brand was laid out before me. I opened the box and saw obvious signs of use; one of the three straps only had three remaining. This was enough to indicate that her sex life hadn't stopped recently.

On the second shelf below, I found an exquisite black plastic box. Opening it, I discovered various kinds of navel piercings. There were silver and steel ones, decorative ones, and others with rhinestones and chains of different sizes. I've seen this before; I vividly remember a very precocious female classmate in my class disinfecting her stomach with iodine every day. However, judging by the variety of belly button piercings, she probably didn't just start wearing them recently. Come to think of it, while she does wear many crop tops, it's not surprising that a girl with a nice stomach and who frequents the gym would have belly button piercings. Similarly, whether in her photoshoots or a fleeting glimpse on my phone the other day, I seem to have seen obvious piercing marks above her belly button.

To my surprise, on the other side of this box, I found a small yellow wooden box. Opening it, I found two small silver rings with a wide, flat opening at the joint, suggesting they weren't for earrings. There was also a matching long silver chain. I'm also unsure what it's for. It's worth noting that these small boxes also carried her distinct body odor.

After exploring my mother's huge bathroom, besides a couple of shaving tools, there didn't seem to be anything else noteworthy. There were no water stains in the bathtub, indicating that she doesn't frequently use the bathroom facilities other than for toileting.

After carefully reconstructing all the details, I quietly left the room. By the time she returned that evening, I had largely overcome my nervousness. Her promise to "cook something delicious for me when she gets back" was clearly just a casual remark about picking up a few dishes from a restaurant downstairs. Since she wasn't wearing stockings that night, I couldn't rely on the classic signs of intimacy found online to determine if she'd had a passionate encounter. In short, I ate dinner relatively calmly, gazing at her beautiful, alluring face. That night, she seemed to go to bed earlier than usual after her shower, returning to her room without saying much to me.

If junior high was like a free-range farm, then high school was more like a long-distance train journey. Initially, there's the excitement of embarking on a new journey, but as time goes on, the high-intensity lifestyle makes you want to get off as soon as possible. And along the train's journey, fellow passengers unconsciously huddle together to alleviate loneliness and boredom, sharing memories and friendships.

When I first arrived in another city to study, I was initially quite shocked by the difference in my grades compared to others. Teachers would also occasionally look at us out-of-town students with prejudice. However, after two monthly exams, I gradually moved closer to the top of the rankings. A characteristic of the Chinese education system is that it forces people to prove their worth through grades. Although my immature mindset made me resent this, I must admit that I also gained a lot from it. Even though I hadn't done anything particularly good, just because of my outstanding grades, my classmates would unconsciously gravitate towards me, as if I were radiant. This was something I could never have experienced in my previous middle school in J city. This probably reflects the environment of Fenglin Middle School, a key high school whose core objective is solely college entrance examination pass rates.

Every day, I left early and returned late. My mother, due to work, was almost never home for lunch. I would either quickly eat in the school cafeteria and then go home for a nap, or eat at a restaurant downstairs. Before long, the restaurant owners downstairs almost all knew me. Even at night, she would often return after I was already asleep. And when I left before dawn, she would still be in bed with her door tightly shut. So, although we had been living together for over two months, we had almost never seen each other in our daily lives.

Only on weekend mornings would we have some simple mother-son interactions, exchanging greetings and her casually asking about my school. Usually, she would turn on the TV and do some simple yoga, while I would seize the opportunity to secretly take pictures with my phone, mute it, during certain exaggerated poses that highlighted her body parts… I already have several similar pictures on my phone, some of her wearing a sports vest and desperately trying to squeeze out cleavage, some of her round buttocks sticking out high, and even several that show her mons pubis.
To be honest, the idea of secretly taking pictures of such a beautiful and mature woman as my roommate had been simmering in my mind since the first day I moved into this house, but as time went on, I found that such opportunities were extremely rare, so I cherished these "weekly selections" on my phone.

If you ask me about my purpose and thoughts in doing this, to be honest, I didn't think too much about it. I've never masturbated to her, after all, her mother's identity has always been a hurdle I can't overcome. However, when I'm secretly looking through her videos, I can't say that I'm appreciating them with entirely pure intentions. Sometimes, when I get aroused while looking at them, it's quite common for me to find other ways to release my pent-up emotions. I can't guarantee that when I ejaculate a lot of thick, white fluid, my subconscious mind isn't thinking

about her body. One weekend morning was particularly memorable. That day, I got up groggily and answered the doorbell that kept ringing. I looked up at the wall clock and realized it was already 9:30. Her bedroom door was still closed, her pink slippers were on the door, and her long dress, bra, and other clothes were thrown in a large wooden basket in the living room, not taken out to be washed.

I opened the door and found Zhou Xiaowei standing outside holding something that looked like a file folder. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and greeted me, then handed me the bag containing his phone, saying, "This is something Sister Lin asked me to pick up this morning. Yanming, could you give it to her for me?"

"What's this?" I took the bag and weighed it in my hand. It seemed to contain a lot of documents and was quite heavy.

"I didn't dare ask," Zhou Xiaowei laughed, sticking out his tongue, "but I picked it up at Fashion Paris this morning. It's probably some beautiful photos of Sister Lin herself, haha~"

"Eh~~" I looked at the bag with some curiosity. After politely saying goodbye to Zhou Xiaowei, I took the bag back to the sofa in the living room.

It looked like a file folder, just bound with thread and not sealed properly… well, no wonder I had to rummage through it. As usual, I took a carton of Mengniu milk from the refrigerator and opened the bag.

Sure enough, Zhou Xiaowei was right; it was a huge pile of already printed and enlarged photos, all of Ms. Eileen's beautiful portraits… Seeing these pictures again had significantly less impact on me. As the saying goes, even the best pictures eventually become tiresome. Some of the pictures were from her previous blog posts; it was clear this woman deliberately chose a few more revealing ones to post online, while the others were more conventional. Heh, this woman, maybe she's just vain. Flipping

to the last picture, there was a sticky note attached to it, the contents of which caught my attention. It read, "May Sister Lin always be this sexy and charming, love you, my sweet little Du~" followed by a nosebleed emoji with heart-shaped eyes. I remembered her chat with "Big Bad Bull" before; these guys really love using emojis…

So, is this another suitor? I glanced at him sideways, and decided, well, I'll just give it to her for now.

Returning to the initial state, I walked to her bedroom door and knocked gently. There was no response, and no one opened the door. I knocked again, and a weak, struggling "Mmm..." came from inside. Still

in bed...

I opened the door casually; she didn't lock it anyway. The scene inside almost made me gasp.

The rising sun shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the nearly naked, snow-white body on the bed. Her upper body was naked, but she was turned to one side, and apart from the base of a large, snow-white breast, her front was covered by the dark blankets, so her full figure wasn't visible. Her lower body was only wearing a black lace thong—not quite a thong, but most of her buttocks were exposed, the fine hairs standing out in the sunlight. The lace at the edge of the thong further enhanced the lewd atmosphere. This was clearly a classic scene of someone having a night of heavy drinking and then being photographed by a stranger the next day. Oh right, speaking of taking pictures…

I quickly patted my pocket and realized that my earlier idea of taking my phone into the bathroom was absolutely right!! I immediately took it out, and with trembling hands, turned off the sound and focused the camera on the beautiful young woman still half-asleep on the bed.

I took 10 pictures in a row, constantly changing the angle and focus. Actually, the content was all similar, but every time the little green box was pointed at her thigh, buttocks, and the base of her breasts, I felt an indescribable excitement and a sense of taboo. I even wanted to move closer to see her breasts more clearly, but after calculating the distance, I felt it was too risky. If I got that close, even if she just lifted her eyelids slightly, it would have very serious consequences.

So I retreated to the door, put my phone back in my pocket, and pretended that I had never been there. I knocked slightly on the white wardrobe by the door and called out "Mom" a few times.

There was a rustling sound on the bed, and I could tell she sat up immediately after hearing it. She mumbled in a sleepy voice, "Um...what is it, baby? ~ Ahhhhhh~"

I briefly explained what had happened, and she immediately jumped out of bed. Then, covering her bare upper body with one hand, she rushed to me and took the package. She seemed excited, like she was receiving a delivery. "Oh~ really? So fast~" I stared at her breasts, which were almost bursting out from between her arms, and the small pink bow on the front of her black panties, still thinking to myself: Is she really that excited? She asked someone else to get it.

She happily jumped back onto the bed and called out to me, "Baby, go eat your breakfast first, okay? Mommy's going to lie down a bit more~" Then I heard her open the bag and take out photos to look at.

I said okay, and walked out of the bedroom somewhat blankly, just deeply lamenting why my eyes couldn't take pictures! Hasn't technological development reached the level of this basic need?!

I arrived at school for my usual weekend evening study session, but my mind just wouldn't register any math problems. All I could think about was that breathtaking spring scene from this morning. Thinking about it, my lower body involuntarily got an erection, and I had to sneak away from my female classmate's gaze and gently pull it up…

After class, watching my deskmate go to the restroom, I sat in a seat further back by the window, feeling restless and itchy. I realized I hadn't had a chance to properly look at those exquisite little erotic pictures earlier that day. I had planned to save them for later, before bed, to quietly admire and slowly zoom in on them, as usual. But I couldn't resist any longer, so I took out my phone, subtly leaning forward, and opened my photo album.

Seeing those pictures again shocked me once more. More than seeing them with my own eyes, it felt like being in a locked, lewd scene. It was as if that fair, white buttocks were right in front of me, allowing me to peep however I wanted, without any risk of being discovered. I swallowed hard several times.

Perhaps I was too engrossed in looking, because I didn't even notice someone standing behind me. It wasn't until I suddenly heard a long, slightly teasing "Eh~~" that I jolted awake.
I saw it was a tall, fair-skinned boy named Li Wendi, sitting behind me. Seeing it was him actually put me at ease. I often cracked dirty jokes with them, so my image wouldn't be ruined like if a female classmate found out. I smiled at him frankly.

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, I found this online today. It's a really good stuff, so I downloaded it." I answered calmly, without a trace of unease.

"Oh?! Really? Let me see, let me see." He leaned closer, slightly intrigued.

At that moment, a strange feeling flashed through my mind. I could easily have used the excuse that my female classmate was coming back soon or that class was about to start to send him away, but I didn't. I calmly opened my phone to him, as if something inside me had been touched, and I reached out with a strange excitement.

Since the phone was still in my hand, I showed him the photos one by one, without revealing that it was my phone's photo album. Coincidentally, these photos were grouped together with similar names, making the whole process smooth and natural.

There were various revealing photos of her doing yoga, as well as photos of her lying on the sofa playing on her phone, wearing extremely short denim hot pants and spreading her flattened white legs, before autumn even arrived. Of course, there were also the somewhat direct and shocking "post-coital sex photos" from this morning. However, to avoid my mother finding out, none of these photos showed her face from the front or side.

Li Wendi initially had a playful expression, but gradually became quieter, and later his eyes were practically bulging. After looking at all the photos, he shouted, "This is so fucking hot!" Several classmates around him turned around at the same time. I immediately made a "shh" gesture to him.

He lowered his head and asked me in a slightly lowered voice, "Who is this woman, Lu Yanming? She's so hot! I'll go find her too."

Oh, really? Because we spend so much time together and she's my mother, although I think this woman is very attractive, perhaps to a simple outsider, her attractiveness would immediately double. For some reason, at this moment, I felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

"I'm not really sure either. I copied it from the forum's selfie section. Probably from some married women or young wives somewhere," I explained to him without any emotion. Then, in a voice that even I could hear a slight tremor, I said, "How about I transfer it to you via Bluetooth?"

He immediately replied, "Sure!" and pulled out his phone. So, the two of us started pairing up like thieves. I finished transferring the photos in a daze, not even knowing what I was doing. As I left, I smiled and said to him, "Bro, enjoy your time tonight~"

After the bell rang again for self-study, I sat in my seat, still feeling a bit unreal about what I had just done. What the hell was I thinking...? Thinking about how he was a boarding student, back in his dorm, he might inevitably share such good resources with a bunch of people. It wasn't the first time I'd seen good stuff spread throughout the class. And because of the uneven distribution of students, it seemed like each class had at least one mixed-use dorm. Who knows, this set of pictures might have spread to the entire grade... or even further?

I shook my head, deciding not to think about these things. Although I felt a lingering fear, the deeper I thought about it, the more my groin involuntarily became engorged. I was somewhat surprised by my own reaction. It felt like the dizziness and slight depression that came from realizing a virtual sexual fantasy in reality, only to come at the cost of distorting everyday life.

I didn't know what the consequences would be; perhaps it would cause a commotion at some point, or perhaps there would be no ripples at all.

When I got home that evening, I found the door still locked. She still hadn't come home. No phone call, no note, no text message, not even a verbal notification. I had no idea what she was doing. It seemed she had absolutely no desire or reason to report anything to me, her son, or rather, whether I knew or not was completely irrelevant to her.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel inexplicably angry. Logically, someone as proud as me wouldn't have proactively inquired about her details, but her almost indifferent and heartless attitude still made me feel a little annoyed. My guilt and unease vanished considerably, and I even felt a sense of redemption, as if my actions today had somehow managed to turn the tables.

After washing up, I lay in bed and took out my phone again, looking at the photos that had probably already spread throughout the dorm. At this moment, Li Wendi was probably on her bed, lying on her side, carefully and subtly performing manual penetration. I wondered how many more men would contribute their essence to this incredibly sexy woman in the coming days?

Thinking about this, I actually fell asleep with a slightly triumphant and mocking feeling. What I didn't know was that in the next week or two, her almost forceful methods would easily turn the tables on me.

[The End]

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