Mom's little darling

Xiao Xing arranged the dishes on the table, ladled some porridge into a bowl, and sat down to wait. He waited for a long time, but Zhang Suxin still hadn't
appeared . He grew anxious and stood up to check the toilet, but worried about getting into a fight with his mother. He was truly
restless.

After waiting another ten minutes or so, Xiao Xing couldn't stand it any longer and stood up to check the clock.

"It's been over half an hour! Why is Mom taking so long to shower? Oh dear, could it be that she's too hot and got
a cramp ? I have to go check."

Xiao Xing rushed to the toilet door, listened intently, but it was completely silent;
there wasn't even the sound of water. He really thought his mother had a cramp and collapsed on the floor. Just as he was about to kick the door, it creaked open
, and Zhang Suxin appeared in the doorway carrying a laundry basket.

Xiao Xing was startled by his mother's appearance. Zhang Suxin was neatly dressed, her hair was dry,
but her face was pale, as if she had been seriously ill. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, red and swollen; anyone could tell
she had just been crying.

"Oh dear, Mom, what... what happened?"

Xiao Xing rushed over and grabbed his mother's shoulders, calling out.

Upon seeing her son, Zhang Suxin's dull eyes gradually brightened.

"Xiao Xing, my son, is that you?"

"Oh dear." Xiao Xing thought to himself, "Mom doesn't even recognize me after taking a cold shower. I guess
I'll have to be more careful when I take cold showers in the future."

Despite his thoughts, his mouth didn't stop: "Mom, it's me, it's your son, Xiao Xing."

Zhang Suxin's eyes regained their former sparkle, and some color returned to her face. Like seeing a savior,
she dropped her laundry basket and collapsed into her son's arms, crying again.

"Oh, oh. Mom, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell? Hey, why are you hitting me?"

Zhang Suxin cried and pounded on her son's shoulders. Xiao Xing, unaware of his mother's feelings and unable to dodge, could only
hold his mother and let her vent.

Zhang Suxin's grip tightened with each blow, but she eventually managed to hold her son's shoulders, her sobs gradually subsiding. Xiao Xing waited until
his mother was almost calm before gently asking, "Mom, is something wrong? Tell me."

Zhang Suxin sniffled, lifting her tear-filled face.

"Mom's fine, Mom's fine."

"If you're fine, why are you crying? Mom, tell me. The way you were just now really scared me."

Xiao Xing gently brushed his mother's hair behind her ear and softly stroked her back.

Seeing her son's concern, Zhang Suxin felt a surge of tenderness. She shook her head. "Mom's really fine. Just now,
I was just... just a little heartbroken."

Xiao Xing thought for a moment, his face turning serious. "Mom, did I do something wrong to you?"

"No, no."

Zhang Suxin looked up, scrutinizing her son.

"It's not your fault. You... you care about me, I'm so happy."

Her voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible. Her oval face flushed red.

Hearing his mother's words, Xiao Xing finally relaxed. He chuckled and returned to his usual self.

"Mom, let's go eat. I'm starving! I really want to bite you!"

Zhang Suxin laughed a few times, her mood improving. She supported Xiao Xing's shoulders: "Wait a minute,
Mom's legs are still a little weak."

Xiao Xing's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at his mother to make sure she wasn't being horny, then chuckled, "Mom, this
is easy."

With that, he scooped Zhang Suxin up in his arms.

Zhang Suxin was a big, healthy woman weighing over 140 pounds, yet Xiao Xing didn't seem to struggle much. This kid had loved sports since
junior high and was a reserve member of the high school boxing team; his stamina was undeniable. From now on, everyone should stop calling
him a bastard and start calling him a little devil.

"Hey, hey! Xiao Xing, put me down! Mom's heavy!"

Zhang Suxin struggled.

Xiao Xing carried his mother horizontally, standing firmly on his feet, striking an arrogant pose.

"Hmph, Mom, it's okay, I'm just carrying a big bag. Oh, don't move."

Hearing her son say he was carrying her like a big bag, Zhang Suxin laughed and scolded him, then pinched him, before clinging to Xiao
Xing's neck and obediently staying still.

Xiao Xing carried Zhang Suxin to the dining table, gently placed her on a chair, turned and went to the aisle to pick up
the clothes put them in the washing machine, then returned to the dining table, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to his mother.

"Mom, do you want your son to feed you?"

"Tch." Zhang Suxin rolled her eyes at her son. "Do you think your mother has no backbone?"

"Hehehe, I'm just afraid of tiring you out."

"Get lost, you silly boy. Hey, why is there another plate of meat?"

"Uh, there's some leftover pig's head meat in the fridge from yesterday. I heated it up so you won't get hungry and
start gnawing on my toes later."

"Pah, you're going to kill me."

After teasing her son for a few moments, Zhang Suxin picked up a shredded cabbage and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly. The
shredded cabbage had been seasoned by Xiaoxing; it wasn't too salty, slightly sour, and a little spicy—not bad, and quite appetizing.

Zhang Suxin had cried twice, and with her son serving her, the discomfort caused by ethics and morality had long since vanished.

Crying is also tiring, and Zhang Suxin was starving. She ate heartily, downing
four bowls of porridge. Xiaoxing watched, blinking in amazement.

"Mom, another bowl?"

"No, no more." Zhang Suxin put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair and sighed, "I'm full, too full
."

Xiao Xing chuckled, "Mom, you can eat more than me. One day you should carry the heavy loads."

"You're so frivolous." Zhang Suxin glared at her son, "Xiao Xing, this cold vegetable salad is pretty good. You can
serve your wife now."

"Of course." Xiao Xing's face lit up with joy, as if they were about to consummate their marriage.

"I'm already treating you like my wife now, it's to gain experience for the future. But..." Xiao
Xing paused, keeping her in suspense.

"But what?" Zhang Suxin asked.

"Hehe." Xiao Xing laughed lewdly, "But my wife has to sleep with me, I wonder if you
'd be willing to..."

Before Xiao Xing could finish speaking, Zhang Suxin already knew what he was going to say. Her blood boiled, her
face turned red, she scolded him, and raised her hand to hit him.

Xiao Xing was prepared. He took his mother's hand, and Zhang Suxin tried to pull away a couple of times, but seeing that her son wouldn't let go, she let him
hold it . Their eyes met. Zhang Suxin couldn't resist her son's burning gaze and lowered her eyelids.

"Okay, Xiao Xing, you can get ready. Mom's going to take a nap."

Zhang Suxin had a habit of taking a nap, and she never missed one unless she was on duty.

"Oh, you're not feeling well today, so I'll sleep with you and take care of you."

Xiao Xing said, moving closer to his mother.

This rascal really wanted to sleep with his mother out of concern. He had seen his mother looking so miserable at the bathroom
door , and he was still a little worried.

However, Zhang Suxin didn't think of it in a good light. Her body was writhing with desire, and she started thinking about things between men and
women .

"No, Mom doesn't want to. Mom doesn't want you to stay with me. Mom just wants to lie down and rest by herself."

Zhang Suxin's face was flushed and her heart was pounding, her voice soft and gentle.

Seeing his mother's lustful expression, Xiao Xing felt a sudden unease. Being somewhat clever, he
quickly realized what she was thinking. His square face, unusually, flushed red.

"Ahem, ahem," Xiao Xing cleared his dry throat. "Mom, let me help you to your room."

"Okay." Xiao Xing

gently helped his mother up and led her into the bedroom, then slowly helped her to bed. He was now
a little afraid of doing *that* kind of thing with his mother, so he behaved himself, swallowing the thought of helping her undress
. He simply poured her a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table, then stepped back to the doorway. "Mom, you should rest well."

He then quietly closed the door.

Zhang Suxin remained silent, watching her son leave. She wanted to tell him to stay, but her mouth opened and closed
without uttering a word. Xiao Xing had already closed the door.

She ran to the kitchen, half-naked, to test her son. She hadn't quite figured out his feelings, but she had certainly figured out her own
.

"Xiao Xing, you naughty boy!"

Zhang Suxin moaned softly, took off her clothes, rolled over onto her stomach, and buried her burning face in the pillow.

Xiao Xing lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind a complete mess.

"This is troublesome, this is really troublesome. You've really stirred up Mom's lust. My mom already let me kiss her and
touch her breasts, what if she wants to have sex with me? We're mother and son, it's not a good idea to do this."

"My mom is so prone to lust now, she might find another man outside, oh dear, then my mom would be just
like Aunt Liyun. Oh, my dad would be at a huge loss. Sigh, I'd just have another wild father?

That won't do." Xiao Xing felt burning with anxiety at the thought of his mother lying in another man's arms calling him "Dad.

" "How about I help Mom? Cool her down? Uh, Mom's lust is so strong,
even I can do it. Hey, what are you thinking, how can you think like that? But my mom's body is really..."

Xiao Xing thought, calculating, the scales in his heart gradually tilting to one side.

"No, I can't let my mother fall into the hands of another man,"

Xiao Xing concluded, and drifted off to sleep. He had no idea how to prevent his mother from falling into the hands of
the man .

Zhang Suxin, however, slept restlessly, her dreams alternating between a blue-faced, fanged monster and her son's smiling face. A

moment later, the blue-faced, fanged monster and her son's face merged, and a red-hot, steaming,
hissing penis thrust inside, lifting her high.

"Ah..."

Zhang Suxin screamed, sitting up. In a daze, she was pulled into someone's arms, startling her so much she cried for help.

"Mom, Mom, it's me, it's your son."

Hearing her son's voice, Zhang Suxin stopped struggling and hugged Xiao Xing tightly.

"Son, you're here. Where is that person?"
"Person? Who? It's just the two of us in the house."

Although Xiao Xing said this, his eyes still darted around furtively.

Zhang Suxin finally realized she had a dream and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, you...you had a nightmare

, didn't you?" Zhang Suxin nodded: "Yes, Mom had a scary dream."

"As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Mom, don't overthink things."

Zhang Suxin thought her son was implying something and felt a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Pah, you're talking nonsense, I wasn't overthinking anything.
Um, what are you doing here?"

"Hehe, Mom, you overslept, it's already three o'clock. I saw you weren't coming out of your room, so I came in."

"Oh, I'm going to be late. Why did you only come in to wake me now?"

Zhang Suxin was a little anxious and started blaming her son.

"Oh ho, Mom, why are you blaming me?" Xiao Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhang Suxin ignored him and was about to get out of bed when she saw her son's eyes staring greedily at her body. She realized
she was only wearing a light blue underwear and felt shy. She quickly turned back onto the bed and
turned her back to her son.

However, this gave Xiao Xing a clear view of her large buttocks.

"Ugh, son, hurry up and go out, Mom needs to change."

Xiao Xing stared at Zhang Suxin's buttocks with gleaming eyes.

Those two mounds of flesh were plump and thick, white and smooth, only slightly darker near the groin.

Her small panties couldn't possibly cover such a large bottom, especially since Zhang Suxin had her legs together and bent, the fabric
almost digging into her buttocks.

The flesh beneath the fabric, encased in the fabric, bulged high because of her bent legs, looking
like a steamed bun.

"Hey, Mom, your son's already in, why are you going out?"

Xiao Xing swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the glimpse of flesh visible beneath the thin fabric.

"Mom, let your son help you get dressed."

Hearing her son's words, Zhang Suxin's heart pounded like a galloping horse.

"No, no, you have to leave."

Xiao Xing was reluctant to leave. He put his head close to his mother's legs, his mouth practically watering.

"Mom, what do you mean no? Your son is your flesh and blood. It's only
natural . Don't be so formal."

As he spoke, Xiao Xing pointed his finger towards Zhang Suxin's crotch.

Although Zhang Suxin couldn't see her son's actions, she knew he was staring at her body, and
she knew exactly what he meant by "that place. "

Zhang Suxin felt an itch rising inside her, and her vagina involuntarily contracted a few times.

"Mom, which clothes do you want to wear?"

Seeing his mother didn't answer, Xiaoxing moved closer to her, scratching her buttocks
near .

"Mmm..."

Zhang Suxin groaned, her buttocks trembling. The tingling sensation from her son's touch shot straight to
her vagina , feeling like a caterpillar was writhing inside. Before she could close her legs any further, her vaginal fluid
gushed out.

"Mom, what...what kind of clothes do you want to wear?"

Xiaoxing stared at the slowly expanding wet patch on the fabric between Zhang Suxin's legs, his eyes bloodshot, his voice
trembling.

However, his efforts with Zheng Liyun and those female hooligans weren't in vain. He knew how to handle women and understood that some
things couldn't be rushed. Given that this woman was his mother, he dared not act rashly.

Xiao Xing removed his hand and placed it on his mother's hip.

"Mom, tell me, what kind of clothes should I wear?"

Her buttocks were already wet from her son's caresses, making Zhang Suxin feel ashamed, especially
since she hadn't been able to control her arousal.

She wanted her son to know she was wet, yet she didn't want him to know; her feelings were conflicted and distressing.

Her son then removed his hand, refraining from further touching. Zhang Suxin felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She felt
a mixture of gratitude and resentment towards her son.

A woman's thoughts are sometimes even unclear to herself. Men, in particular, shouldn't guess; otherwise
, they might suffer serious consequences.

"Just wear those gray trousers and that white shirt,"

Zhang Suxin casually suggested a few clothes at her son's urging. She just wanted to be dressed, even
in a long robe or a mandarin jacket.

Xiao Xing brought the clothes and gently nudged Zhang Suxin: "Mom, get up, let me put your pants on for you."

Zhang Suxin languidly sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching out her two plump, fair legs.

Xiao Xing knelt on one knee, gently lifting his mother's ankle, first putting the pants on one of her
calves, then lifting the other leg to put them on as well. At this moment, he didn't look at her.

Zhang Suxin looked at Xiao Xing's careful and gentle manner, her eyes glistening with tears. How many years had
it been since she had felt cared for and served? Even her husband, Lao Feng, had never made a move to dress her.

"Mom, stand up, I'll pull up your pants for you."

Zhang Suxin obediently stood up, and Xiao Xing pulled up and buttoned the pants, then picked up her shirt.

"Mom, open your arms."

"My son..."

At this moment, Zhang Suxin's tears were about to fall.

"Mom, don't worry." Xiao Xing focused on buttoning his mother's clothes. "If you're not happy, I won't
do anything to you."

"Tch, you little rascal, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Suxin was both embarrassed and angry. She held back the tears that were about to fall and gently slapped Xiao Xing across the face
.

"Hehe, Mom, I wasn't thinking anything. But you, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Xing finished dressing his mother and grinned again, which earned him another light punch from his mother.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Xiao Xing rubbed the spot where he had been hit, looking distressed. Zhang Suxin couldn't help but laugh at his comical
act.

"Mom, do you want to put on some makeup? Your eyes are still a little swollen."

"Oh ho, my son knows how to put makeup on women too."

"Hehe, Mom, I only know how to use this dick to put makeup on women, oh dear, spit spit spit, look at my
mouth..."

Xiao Xing realized he had misspoke, dodged his mother's fist, and ran out of the room in a flash. He shouted as he ran, "Mom,
I'll push your bicycle outside for you."

"This little rascal, all he knows is to say dirty things."

Zhang Suxin blushed as she went to the dressing table and began to apply makeup to her face. Her mind was wandering, and she remembered
what her son had said.

"If you don't want to, your son won't do anything to you."

"Xiao Xing, you scoundrel, if Mom wanted to, would you have the nerve to do anything to Mom?"

Zhang Suxin looked at the plump middle-aged woman in the mirror, her eyes narrowed into slits. She lifted her breasts and swayed her waist
gently.

"My darling, why weren't you behaving properly when you dressed me? I know you're doing this because you care about me. But
don't know what I'm thinking? Do you expect me to beg you to fuck me?"

Zhang Suxin's mind wandered, and she began to daydream. In her hazy state, she seemed to see her son holding his
magnificent penis to her lips.

Zhang Suxin unconsciously grinned and stuck out her tongue.

"How do you put makeup on a woman with your penis? Let me see for myself, you little bastard."

Just as Zhang Suxin was immersed in her lewd fantasies about her son, some wild child outside slammed a light bulb
against the wall with a loud bang.

Zhang Suxin shuddered and came to her senses, feeling a chill run down her spine. She quickly
pulled the curtains shut, as if this would shield her from the contempt she felt for herself and suppress her
lust .

"Mom, it's already 3:30! Hurry up!"

Her son's voice reached Zhang Suxin's ears, and she felt a sense of relief, the gloom in her heart instantly dissipating
.

"Okay, Mom's coming."

Zhang Suxin touched up her makeup briefly and hurried out of the bedroom.

"Wow...whoosh..." Xiao Xing, leaning on his bicycle at the front door, looked at Zhang Suxin and whistled.

"Mom, you're truly a beauty."

Zhang Suxin wasn't beautiful; like most women, she was plain-looking and had an average temperament. She was only at a high school
level. Her only outstanding feature was her voluptuous figure. She also knew how to choose clothes, and the sizes fit perfectly, making her
look graceful.

"Sycophant, then what are you?"

Zhang Suxin happily approached her son.

"Me? I'm 'Flesh Sword Like a Rainbow'."

"Go away, stop with the lewd talk. What 'Flesh Sword Like a Rainbow'? It sounds awful."

"Mom, it sounds awful. But it feels so good when you use it."

"You're going to die!"

Zhang Suxin was so embarrassed by her son's increasingly explicit words that she stomped her feet in protest.

"Hehe, even if I die, it'll be like dying of ecstasy."

Seeing his mother's flushed face and thick neck, Xiao Xing's lustful desire surged.

"Stop talking nonsense, you rascal!"

Zhang Suxin cursed, then realized it was inappropriate. "You rascal" was suitable for cursing her husband, but
it was too much to use on her son. But the pain was unbearable, and Zhang Suxin's face turned even redder.

Xiao Xing saw his mother's face was as red as burning coals, chuckled, and didn't press his advantage.

"Mom, hold the bike, I'm going to get something."

The two walked out of the house, and Xiao Xing suddenly remembered something. He handed the bike to his mother and ran back inside.

A moment later, Xiao Xing strode out, carrying a folding umbrella as if it were a royal sword.

"The weather forecast said it would rain today, so please accept this umbrella, beautiful lady." He then
respectfully placed the umbrella in the basket on the handlebars.

Zhang Suxin was amused by Xiao Xing, her laughter ringing out like bells, her back almost bent over.

The mother and son chatted and laughed. Just as Xiao Xing was about to help his mother onto the bicycle, a withered
old woman was sitting in the shade outside, enjoying the cool air. She spoke up with a smile, "Young man,
where are you taking your wife?"

"Oh, Aunt Zhao, this is my mother! I'm taking her to work."

"Good, good." The old woman's wrinkles deepened. "Old Feng's wife, you're so lucky, your son
is so filial."

Zhang Suxin blushed, unsure what to say. Xiao Xing chimed in, "Of course!
I only have one mom in the world. If I don't take care of her, who will? Don't you agree, Auntie?"

"Good, good," the old woman grinned, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Mom, get in the car."

Xiao Xing held the car with one hand and his mother's waist with the other. Just as Zhang Suxin was about to lift her leg, Xiao Xing's hand slipped, pinching
one of her buttocks, his middle finger sliding into her butt crack, pressing right against her anus.

Zhang Suxin jumped, almost crying out. She turned her head and glared at Xiao Xing,
tilting . The message was clear: there are people around, you better behave yourself.

Xiao Xing chuckled silently, shook his head, and continued pinching his mother's buttocks. He said politely,
"Get on, Mom."

The old woman was already in her seventies or eighties, and almost blind. If Xiao Xing and Zhang Suxin hadn't
come out of the house, they wouldn't have known who they were, let alone seen Xiao Xing pinching his mother's buttocks.

But Zhang Suxin hadn't thought of that. Seeing her son so brazen despite having people around, she was scared.

Yet, she also felt a strange thrill; it seemed like her son's hand was digging into her flesh. She trembled more and more, and
her legs became increasingly numb. She could still hear her son urging, "Mom, get on, please get on."

Zhang Suxin gritted her teeth, snatched the handlebars from her son, plopped down on the seat, quickly rode forward a bit
, stopped, and glared fiercely at her son. Her eyes blazed with lust: "I'll settle accounts with you when I get back."

Zhang Suxin pedaled hard, the lust burning within her making her ring the bicycle bell loudly. Behind her came her son's
lewd voice.

"Mom... what the hell, you little devil..."

Zhang Suxin chuckled, riding her bike even faster.

"Riding so fast, be careful you don't get into an accident, Mom," Xiao Xing muttered to himself, watching his mother disappear into the distance.

He turned to the old woman: "Auntie, I'm going back inside..."

He stopped mid-sentence. The old woman was fast asleep, leaning against the wall; even a fart in front of her
wouldn't wake her.

"That old coffin-like woman,"

Xiao Xing muttered, scurrying back into the house and slamming the door shut.

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