Bus experience in an unfamiliar city

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Exposure is an act that benefits others and pleases oneself—Mom couldn't remember whose
post .

Mom decided to make a plan. To this end, she anonymously bought several sets of clothes from Taobao and volunteered
for a solo business trip out of town that wasn't originally her responsibility.

What kind of clothes did Mom buy? Several sets of
business attire that looked normal before wearing, but became semi-transparent and extremely revealing after being worn due to the stretch of the fabric: lace shirts, flared
trousers , pencil pants, etc. Most were standard sizes, but because of Mom's body shape,
they all became tight-fitting clothes on her, provided the fabric was stretchy enough. Mom had tried on all these clothes
at home; she knew men would like them, even be obsessed. Compared to mere nakedness that lacks
charm and interest and only directly stimulates the visual senses, men—and perhaps not just men—
prefer an entrance that is both substantial and subtle, seemingly concealed yet revealing, seemingly clothed yet naked, capable of bringing charm and interest, arousing
emotions , and stirring the heart.

After informing her father that she would be away on a business trip, her mother flew to this distant and unfamiliar city.
After spending two days getting most of the necessary tasks done, she deliberately left some things to finish up before
returning home . Instead of canceling the hotel reservation booked by the company's administrative department, she took
the clothes she had previously ordered online and some other things she had prepared in advance, found a nice hotel in the suburbs, and booked a
room .

Why the suburbs? Because the suburbs have fewer people compared to the city center, and consequently fewer constraints and regulations due to
various factors,
the order, safety, and danger are generally lower in the suburbs compared to the city center. To put it bluntly, the suburbs are more chaotic, less safe, and
more . If you want to live a peaceful and law-abiding life, stay as close to the city center as possible; if you want to cause trouble or
stir up trouble, stay as far away from the city center as possible.

The clothes bought online, along with a fake ID, driver's license, and passport, weren't
something the mother intended to do illegally. However, what she planned to do was far from honorable or
aboveboard ; on the contrary, it was quite immoral and disreputable. She specifically prepared a set of fake documents because it was
going to happen in this kind of environment, and these risky environments and behaviors
could lead to unexpected events and consequences. At worst, if someone wanted to control her
personal information through her documents, a seemingly complete set of fake documents could effectively mislead others and protect her.

The next morning, as the city's inhabitants began another busy day, everything was ready
, and then... it began.

Concealing her real ID, she took out the fake one she had prepared beforehand. She applied
makeup so that even acquaintances wouldn't immediately recognize her, and deliberately used a special makeup brush to add a few fake moles to her face and
body . Her chestnut-brown hair was styled into a bun resembling that of a strict, cold-blooded headmistress from a TV drama, complete with thin-rimmed black-rimmed glasses
to match the persona . She painted her toenails a seductive crimson, changed into clothes bought online, and slipped on a pair of crystal-clear, almost sky-high stiletto heels. In the full-length mirror, a slightly unfamiliar, aloof, and elegant woman appeared. A light blue, high-necked, lace-trimmed fitted blouse exuded a serious business style, while white, tight-fitting flared trousers clearly reflected the image of a shrewd and capable urban woman. At first glance, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it —a perfectly standard and normal urban fashionista's outfit, a very typical and common urban woman… …if only the strikingly colored and surprisingly stylish pink lace bra and panties weren't clearly visible on the shirt and trousers. Through the almost transparent fabric, the strikingly colored and surprisingly stylish pink lace bra and panties were clearly visible on the mother's chest and the triangle area where her lower body was recessed. Neither the shirt nor the trousers were made of particularly thin fabric; they were n't the kind of silk used for stockings or pantyhose—those are silk, not fabric. However, due to their breathability, the highly elastic and stretchy fabric became extremely sparse after stretching, inevitably resulting in a slightly transparent effect. And when these garments were worn by a mother whose body and organs were incredibly developed, they created a much stronger stretching and covering effect than most people, resulting in an even more transparent effect. If it were just the upper body, it wouldn't be so bad. Although it's quite transparent, it creates a sheer, gauze- like effect. While the slightly conspicuous bra might be a bit embarrassing, there are quite a few outfits like this on the street. But the effect on the lower body is astonishing. The highly elastic pants tightly hug the mother's lower body . The fabric, with its excellent elasticity and strong stretch, is stretched and constricted, clinging to the mother's skin without any gaps, outlining the entire shape of her lower body without any omissions. The shape of her entire lower body, the appearance of her genitals, and the shape of her swollen vulva are all completely exposed under the tight, unobstructed coverage of the pants. A pair of stylish business-style flared trousers were worn by Mom in a way that resembled leggings. The fabric, stretched and becoming almost transparent, drew attention to the crease between her legs. The fabric was sparse and transparent, and the lace lingerie peeking out from behind it wasn't very thick either. If you looked closely enough, you could clearly see, through the thin layers of fabric , dark pubic hair, clearly and conspicuously displayed behind the trousers and lingerie. Was she really going to go out like this? If this outfit weren't so transparent, wouldn't people see her as a shrewd, capable, and elegant urban woman? Wouldn't their gazes be filled with approval and admiration? But now, going out like this, people's eyes would be drawn primarily to that conspicuously prominent pink lace bra and pink...

Lace panties, perhaps? People's eyes will first and foremost fall on her chest or between her legs, focusing on
her breasts and genitals, right?

How will they view her dressed like this?

How will they view her going out and flaunting herself in front of others knowing she's dressed like this?

Immoral?

Lewd and base?

Wanting a man to penetrate her?

A prostitute?

Even though she had resolved at home to experience and try it without hesitation,
at this crucial moment, looking at herself in the full-length mirror after changing, dressed provocatively and immorally, seemingly deliberately
flaunting herself to men, wanting a man to penetrate her, Mom hesitated again.

Would anyone look at her with disgust or lewdness? Would anyone ask her price? Would
anyone say lewd things or do lewd things to her, or touch her inappropriately?

Was she sure she really wanted to do this? This was no longer the kind of wishful thinking that existed online; it was something real,
something tangible, something happening in reality, albeit with the calculated intention of hiding in this unfamiliar city.
But was she truly prepared?

...Well, whatever.

What matters? What consequences are unbearable?
In today's things to begin with? Having made so many preparations and preparations, what else
is there to ponder? So be it!

She slipped on a light jacket she had prepared beforehand, picked up
a handbag with some essentials, and headed out.

At a secluded street corner, she took off her jacket and stuffed it into the handbag.
Suppressing the slight unease and anxiety that had arisen within her, as well as the shame and nervousness about her appearance, she made
herself appear as a calm and composed woman, starting
her actions on the street with an air of composure.

It was her first time, and she wasn't used to it or comfortable with it yet. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts and anxieties. At first,
Mom was a little reserved and hesitant because of these thoughts, but soon she didn't have the time to
think about them anymore.

It turns out that the strength of an effect depends on who does it.

The same thing, done by an unattractive woman and a mother, is
disgusting on the unattractive woman, but a double benefit for the senses and the mind on the mother's.

As mentioned before, the only word best describing Mom's figure is: a human aphrodisiac.

Imagine the explosive effect of a mother with such a figure, dressed in a way that seems to suggest or encourage something,
actively or passively accepting something, appearing in public.

Her entire appearance is completely outlined without any concealment; her lower body is fully exposed, seemingly
tacitly agreeing to something for the men. The conspicuous, blatantly provocative bra
and panties seem to be a blatant invitation for men to come.

Without the slightest hesitation, she openly and boldly exposed the exaggerated shape and striking lines of her private parts,
seemingly offering a silent encouragement to the men. Her vulva, completely exposed without any omissions,
seemed to be implying to the men that it was acceptable.

Therefore, the moment this mother appeared before the men, she stirred up a stir, drawing
their attention and causing them to swarm around her. The walking mother was like a train engine, drawing a long train of people,
with others constantly merging into this flow.

Initially, it was her expression and general attire that attracted them as they passed by,
revealing admiration and praise. Then it was the specific details of her clothing that drew them in.

As expected, most men, upon seeing their mother's attire, would reflexively
draw their gaze to her crotch, instinctively wanting to
examine her vulva and genitals. The initial impression and the actual reality would instantly clash,
creating a stark contrast and contradiction, leaving them utterly incredulous, bewildered, and
shocked , speechless.

Their gazes ultimately remained fixed on the area

between her legs—the triangular indentation, the exaggeratedly shaped and strikingly beautiful private parts she openly
displayed its form fully revealed
.

Their gazes were burning hot, making their mother both uneasy and aroused, shocked and proud.

The gazes directed at Mom increased every minute, like tentacles
reaching out to her, making her feel as if she were entangled by countless tentacles
, crawling over every inch and corner of her
body .

These scorching, burning gazes, hundreds and thousands of them, converged between her legs, a truly spectacular
sight .

It filled her with immense excitement and pride.

With hundreds and thousands of such gazes fixed on her private parts, she felt her genitals,
her vulva, her vagina, burning with the heat, as if they would
pierce or melt her at any moment.

The men's stares were sometimes furtive, sometimes blatant.

Their expressions ranged from feigned disdain and criticism to a glint of lust, excitement,
greed, and secret pleasure.

Someone took out their phone and started filming Mom; she didn't stop them, nor could she.

Indeed, some people are so provoked by such mothers that they can't help but want to do something perverse or
excessive .

Perhaps it's the mother's clothing that's easily misunderstood, perhaps it's genuinely sending a strong hint or
encouragement—even if it's not, they need this strong hint or encouragement to be real. They need this
realness to legitimize their courage, to make their frivolous
approach to their mothers seem justified.

They approach, touch their mothers inappropriately, and reach through their tight pants to touch their mothers' buttocks.
Mom gave a token push, but the weak, feeble push didn't feel like
a rejection at all; it sounded more like a coquettish encouragement. This made the men think they understood. One hand led to
another, and then a third, until countless hands reached for Mom's body, exploring
her lower body, roaming over her upper and lower body.

Countless hands kneaded her breasts through her shirt, countless hands touched her vulva and
pinched her buttocks through her tight pants.

Her bra shifted under her shirt due to the countless hands, almost
slipping off her breasts, revealing most of her chest. One breast even completely popped out of the bra,
its full shape visible beneath the shirt. Because someone used their fingers to pull up the waistband of Mom's tight pants to the edge of her lace
panties , then pulled them out of the pants, like pulling them up,
the lace panties were displaced by their various pulling and playing with them. The front of the lace panties was gathered into a strip
of fabric and pulled upwards forcefully, deeply digging into Mom's vulva
, constricting the crease of her vagina.

Between Mom's legs, which were tightly wrapped in tight pants, at Mom's triangle area, without the protection of panties,
the elastic fabric of the tight pants directly wrapped around Mom's vulva, finally revealing
its true form completely on the tight pants. Between the two swollen and bulging labia majora,
a deep slit was unusually obvious and conspicuous.

Without the cover of underwear, and with the tight pants being stretched and pulled, the thick, dark pubic hair between Mom's
legs became even more conspicuous. Due to the men's actions,
some hairs even pierced through the sparse fabric, sticking out protruding.
Several curled hairs could be seen protruding from the dark pubic hair between Mom's

legs, visible directly outside her tight pants. The rosy nipples and the beautifully shaped, alluring breasts caused a stir among the men.

They were stunned and excited by the sight of Mom's lower body in such a lewd and decadent state after being played with.

So far, no one dared to unbutton Mom's clothes or loosen her belt, no one dared to put their hands inside her
clothing to directly touch her breasts or genitals. This scene might seem like
it would take a long time to describe, but the change from what it was a moment ago to what it is now has only happened in a short while. The
reason it turned out so quickly is ultimately because there were simply too many men's hands reaching out to the mother. With
so many hands involved, it didn't take long for the situation to escalate. Perhaps they haven't gone any further, not because they're
afraid , but because the situation hasn't progressed long enough for them to consider taking a second step.

However, the mother's silence seemed to give them a sense of indulgence, and her lack of resistance seemed to encourage
them . Some hands began to grope for the mother's buttons and belt, trying to unbutton
her clothes and unzip her pants. Other hands tried to slip inside her collar, hem, and waistband,
wanting to directly touch her breasts and genitals.

Startled, Mom snapped
out With all her might, she quickly pushed away the hands reaching for her, grabbed
her handbag, and, before the men could react, dashed off to the other end of the street.

Some men, unwilling to give up, gave chase, but
Mom, who regularly exercised and maintained her figure, was far more physically capable than many of today's lazy and uncouth men. In no time, she had left them
far behind.

When Mom reappeared, she was much more cautious. Having gained some experience, her actions were no longer
as unrestrained and brazen. She walked with a ladylike gait, clutching her handbag in front of her
to conceal her alluringly exposed lower body. Without the stimulation of that exposed area,
Mom, appearing much more normal, had a much weaker magnetic pull on the men around her.

At least, there were no longer men following her or chasing after her.

But Mom soon noticed something interesting: someone was following her relentlessly,
someone who seemed to have appeared near her before, yet she hadn't shaken him off?

A 15 or 16-year-old boy, clearly still lacking the experience of adulthood, could
unleash .

"A boy? Perhaps… well, you're the one, if you can keep it up."

Mom deliberately turned around and walked towards the boy who was

following her. The boy thought his mother had discovered him and was about to scold him, so he looked down at the road,
secretly uneasy. But Mom showed no intention of
communicating , completely ignoring him, and walked straight past him with a haughty air.

The boy looked left and right, finally gritting his teeth and following his
mother .

Mom boarded the bus, and the boy followed behind.

It was a popular city loop route, and the dense, rolling crowd pushed both Mom and the boy to
the back of the carriage. Suddenly, the boy and his mother were quite close. His mother's
round buttocks, tightly encased in her tight pants, were right in front of him. The boy wanted to take advantage of the crowd to touch them, but
his mother, as if sensing something, turned and glanced at him. Startled and guilty, he quickly moved
aside. In the aisle, he was now sideways, no longer in a straight line with his mother, and could see her from the
side .

His mother, who needed one hand to pull the handle, finally had to put down her handbag. Without the bag
to obstruct view, the boy once again saw the alluring sight of his mother
's lower body. Especially from the side, the beautiful curve of her slightly protruding lower abdomen and full mons pubis formed two tempting little mounds.

Like many men, seeing such beautiful shapes and such alluring protrusions always stirred a strong, almost instinctive, reproductive urge
within him . Perhaps it was because these two
areas were the most directly exposed to the man's thrusts and impacts during sex. If it were as full and graceful as a small mound
, and the act of impact were to occur against such a shape, one's imagination would...
He couldn't help but imagine the wonderful, bouncy sensation he felt from the fullness and exquisite curves,
imagining thrusting into such a shape would be incredibly pleasurable.

But alas! The boy sighed regretfully—in his mind, his mother
must have gone somewhere to tidy herself up after running away; her bra and panties were clearly rearranged, and
the previous scene of her breasts and vulva completely exposed was no longer visible. Even more stunned and shocked than the boy was the young man

standing right in front of his mother, swallowing hard . Being so close, the mature, rich scent of his mother, mingled with her delicate perfume, had already made him blush with embarrassment. Then, seeing his mother 's exposed, lewd, and alluring lower body after she put down her handbag, he realized he had never seen or touched a woman , especially not at such close range, and with such a beautiful, mature, and elegant woman . The excitement in the young man's heart instantly surpassed his psychological limits, his mind racing as if a frantic alarm bell were ringing. His heart pounded wildly, as if his chest were about to burst , and his face flushed crimson, as if it had been smeared with bright red ink. The young man's shyness and excitement were so intense that his mother, watching, found it both amusing and strangely pitying. He was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with an ordinary face and wearing thick, outdated glasses. His build was average, neither fat nor thin; in short, he had no distinguishing features, nor did he display any particular professional or workplace-related traits. So, this was what people often call a shut-in, right? He spent most of his time glued to the computer, perhaps never having actually seen or touched let alone had sex with one. Seeing the boy staring intently at her, the mother's heart stirred. She slowly leaned forward, closer to the young man. Her beautiful face was close to his neck, and instantly the fragrance emanating from her became even stronger. Her breath gently brushed against his neck, and his face flushed even redder, as if it would bleed. His mother softly said, "You otaku?" Perhaps not expecting his mother to suddenly speak to him, the young man was momentarily stunned, and after several seconds, he stammered, "Yes." "Never seen a woman's cunt before, have you?" He never expected such a question to come from the mouth of such a beautiful and elegant woman. Yes, despite her attire, in the young man's eyes, his mother was beautiful and elegant. But that wasn't wrong; if you disregarded the overly revealing parts, his mother's temperament, her taste, and her attire were all worthy of the description of beauty and elegance. But how was he supposed to answer such a question? "..." "Want to touch a woman's cunt?" —! The young man's heart skipped a beat, and his body involuntarily stiffened for a few seconds, making him wonder if he would have a heart attack and die. Before the young man could respond, just as the bus entered a smoother phase of travel, the mother released her grip on the handrail, took his hand, and led it to her lower body. Her swollen area touched his fingertips and the back of his hand. The wonderful sensation sent a shiver through him. He watched as his hand, guided by the beautiful woman's, slowly approached her tightly clad white leggings, revealing her thighs , rounded buttocks, and bulging lower body. He slowly moved closer to her swollen, protruding vulva, pressed against the beautiful triangular indentation of her genitals. "Come on, touch it." "Touch it, it's okay, I'll let you touch it." "Touch it as you please, I'll let you touch my pussy." She guided his hand, moving it back and forth across her vulva through the leggings. Is this...is this a woman's pussy? Is this...is this the real feeling of a woman's pussy? Plump, soft , and bouncy, with a fleshy, elastic feel... it felt so good. For a moment, the young man felt like he was dreaming. Without his mother's prompting, his hands instinctively began to move on their own, and not just touching, but instinctively learning to rub, pinch, and press. "Is it good?" his mother asked. Compared to the suddenness of the moment, the young man was much calmer, but still flushed, he nodded firmly and affirmatively: "Yes." "Do you want to see a woman's cunt?" the young man asked, his face reddening, swallowing hard. "Yes." The young man saw his mother's hand move to her waistband—was she going to take off her pants? No way? Here? This is a bus, not a porn film! So many people, impossible! Of course, his mother wasn't going to take off her pants. She rummaged around in her waistband a few times, then pulled out something—it was her underwear. Thus, under her tight pants, her lower body was no longer covered by anything. The shape and form of her vulva could be discerned through the thin fabric. Seeing that large, dark mass visible through the almost transparent pants inexplicably aroused the young man, almost causing him to have a heart attack. Opening the handbag, the mother placed the pulled-out panties inside. It looked like she had cut them open ; she must have found a place to cut them herself after running away. Or perhaps, had the mother been preparing for a situation like this from the beginning ? Was the young man simply the right person, appearing at the right time and in the right place? And then chosen by the mother? He moved closer, pressing against the young man, face to face, completely pressed against him. He bent down until his face was directly above her vulva. "Is it beautiful?" The young man stared intently at his mother's vulva, tightly bound and wrapped by the tight pants, swallowing hard and nodding frantically.

"Lick it!"

No further prompting was needed from her mother. She grabbed the handrail again and stood still. The young man bent down and pounced,
wrapping his arms around her thighs and embracing her genitals. He pulled her genitals close, pressing his
face tightly against hers, burying it deep between her legs, in the triangle of her genitals.

He breathed heavily, inhaling the scent of her vulva. Then, he stuck out his tongue and,
through licked her vulva forcefully, sometimes nibbling or biting.

Soon, the area between her legs was soaked from his licking,
sticking tightly to her vulva. The wet, almost transparent fabric was no longer an obstacle,
fully revealing a large, long, curly, thick patch of pubic hair and her plump, full
labia majora.

When the car was on a smooth stretch of road again, the mother released her hands and pushed the young man's face away.

Then, grasping her zipper, the mother slowly and gently pulled it down. Slowly, gently,
she pulled it open.

Like unzipping a fully packed suitcase, as the zipper was pulled down, the opening of her pants
gradually widened. Just before it was fully pulled down, her dark, glossy pubic hair was revealed,
catching the eye of the young man who had been watching her movements.

With the zipper fully pulled down and the opening widened, her vulva was also
revealed .

Looking at the open opening, the mother gestured for the young man to put his hand inside and touch her vulva.

This...this was truly unexpected! Could he really touch her like this, play with her
genitals ? She was actually giving him, a strange man, the opportunity to play with and touch her
vulva so directly? The young man truly hadn't expected that such a beautiful, high-class woman, a complete stranger, would
treat him with such delightful surprise.

However, he didn't want to pursue it further. Someone like him had no right to seriously pursue anything. Since he was
as , he might as well enjoy it.

His hands trembled with excitement. A simple movement took the young man several tries to manage, finally managing
to fully insert his hand into his mother's crotch. This was even
after his mother had loosened and lowered her tight pants to give him more room to move.

His palm went straight in, completely enveloping his mother's vulva. The two thick labia of his mother's vulva kissed
his palm. How to describe this feeling? The young man couldn't. The only
thought was: excitement!

Unprecedented excitement!

He directly pinched his mother's genitals, flipping her labia. The seeping vaginal fluid stained his
fingers, making them wet and adding to
the slippery feeling of his fingers touching and playing with his mother's vulva.

The young man used his fingers to masturbate his mother's vulva.

In such a public place, on a bus surrounded by crowds, under the noses of countless
people, she let a complete stranger, not her husband, fondle her genitals.

In such a public place, on a bus surrounded by crowds, under the noses of countless
people, she let a complete stranger, not her husband, fondle her genitals.

Letting a stranger masturbate her, fondling her genitals—in such a public place,
on a bus surrounded by crowds, under the noses of countless people.

Mom had always thought this was an exaggerated plot that could only happen in Japanese adult films, but one day
she was actually doing it herself. This brought Mom an unprecedented sense of strangeness, and
also unprecedented stimulation and pleasure.

Extreme psychological excitement quickly aroused her. Because of the surging lust,
beads of fragrant sweat involuntarily seeped from her smooth forehead, and a blush rose on her beautiful face. It made Mom's
face look exceptionally alluring.

Mom glanced at the young man's genitals. His crotch was already bulging.

Taking advantage of the current smooth stretch, Mom's hand temporarily released the zipper and reached for his
genitals. While the young man reacted blankly, only knowing to submit to her, she pulled down his zipper, pushed his
underwear aside, and took out his penis.

It wasn't particularly large, but for his age, the erection seemed
weak, perhaps from too much masturbation?

Holding the young man's penis, Mom began to slowly stroke it.

After a few gentle strokes, Mom didn't dare use much force, feeling that such a young man wouldn't last long.
She was afraid that if she used too much force, he would ejaculate after only a few strokes.

After a few strokes, she grasped the young man's penis, pulled him closer, and
pressed .

She guided his penis to align with the opening of her pants, letting his penis
enter through the opening. The young man began by supporting his mother's body with one hand, while using the other to manipulate his penis, searching
her the entrance. His mother tried to stop him, saying,

"Don't put it inside!" But

given the situation, the young man didn't care. He was no longer hesitant or timid, ignoring his mother's words and wishes. After a few moments, he found the entrance, positioned his penis there, and then grabbed her hips , pulling her genitals towards him. Seeing this—" Okay. If you like it this way, then so be it!" His mother didn't care anymore. With a soft whoosh, the young man's penis plunged deep into his mother's vagina. His penis was enveloped in a warm, moist , and slippery sensation. Perhaps because she was a middle-aged woman, or perhaps because she had been penetrated many times, his mother's vagina didn't feel particularly tight, but rather a very comfortable, contracting sensation, a pleasantly warm, slippery embrace. "Oh, so good, so incredibly good! ...Is this what it feels like to really have sex with a woman? This...this is a real woman's vagina?" The young man trembled all over. In that instant, a sense of unreality washed over him, an unreal, unbelievable feeling.

A feeling surged through the young man's entire body. He seemed unable to believe it was real, was it really happening? Had he
really done it with this beautiful woman before him? Had he really penetrated this middle-aged beauty's vagina?

The overwhelming joy turned to doubt, the dazed, dreamlike feeling leaving him uncertain.

However, the feeling of his penis being completely encased, and the warm,
moist sensation of his penis being deeply buried in the genitals, all told the young man that yes, it was real, she had really
fucked him, he had really penetrated this middle-aged beauty, he was really using this beautiful woman's vagina.

He... could fuck her!

This warmth and pleasure made the young man unable to resist wanting to push his penis deeper and deeper into his mother's vagina
. He pulled his mother's lower body tightly towards him, her genitals pressed against him with all his
might , his penis fully
inserted. He didn't stop, he kept pushing, relentlessly thrusting his penis
deeper a hole
. To maximize his strength, he wrapped his arms around her, tightly encircling her buttocks, pulling her
genitals towards him with every ounce of his strength, as if trying to
squeeze himself entirely into her body. The force was so great that his mother felt a slight pain and couldn't help but furrow her
beautiful brow.

If before she had only doubted, now she was certain this was definitely the young man's first
time.

Only the first time, only the first time having sex, the first time tasting the wonderful feeling of sex, would one be so frantic,
as if afraid there wouldn't be a next time, as if wanting to experience the fullest pleasure possible in that one time.

But this young man's actions were not without reward.

His vagina was pulled forcefully towards his genitals, his genitals pushed as hard as possible into his mother's vagina, and then
his genitals were stretched open to the maximum extent by his genitals, the labia stretched to their widest, like a
huge mouth with two thick lips, allowing his genitals to be pushed into his mother's vagina to the maximum extent possible. Besides
the penis, even a large part of the base of the penis was tightly pressed against his mother's vulva,
squeezed into her vagina. Half of his scrotum was completely stuffed into his mother's vulva. His
entire genitals were pushed into his mother's body to the maximum extent possible, his penis reaching its deepest point. So, the penis, which was
originally not long enough to reach, finally successfully reached the smooth, fish-mouth-like area at the glans. The moist,
tender, and delicate touch felt like the glans was pressed against a cherry-like mouth, the soft, smooth flesh pressing against it,
as if the glans were kissing a cherry-like mouth. And as the mother's vagina seemed to contract and
undulate on its own, a strong suction came from the fish-mouth-like
opening .

A man who understands women well might recognize this as the legendary inner charm.
With arousal, the lower body produces a violent, breathing-like contraction and expansion of organs, causing the vagina to
contract and undulate like breathing, and the uterus to generate suction. This contraction, like
an electric massage, provides the penis with a more subtle and richer, electric-like stimulation, while the suction from the cervix
strengthens the vagina's contraction and pull on the penis, resulting in a stronger sucking and making ejaculation easier.

Not every woman is like this; some are born this way, some develop it through exercise, it's
one in a million, extremely rare, and the mother was born this way. Therefore, the reason why perfect women are so rare is because, besides
the visible allure, there is also the unseen allure. Only when both are perfect is a woman
truly perfect. So, the young man was incredibly lucky. Although it was somewhat pitiful that he had never experienced a woman in his life, he
was fortunate enough to appear in this place at the right time and encounter such a mother. He was
bestowed upon her like a chosen one, and on his first time, he enjoyed such a masterpiece.

He enjoyed such a masterpiece of genitals, such a masterpiece of vagina.

This was the young man's first time, so someone who hadn't experienced many women might not understand. But if,
in the future , when he experiences other women and wants to experience the same feeling, he might
realize how rare that is.

The young man began to thrust.

Holding his mother's hips, he pulled and pushed her genitals, which were pulled by a ring,
towards himself. It was probably his first time having sex with a woman, his first time fucking a woman's vagina. The young man had no idea about
rhythm; he only knew to aim his penis at his mother's crotch opening, feeling as if he were violently fucking
her crotch opening, thrusting in and out rapidly and forcefully.

For the first time, and with such uncontrolled, violent thrusting, especially against a woman as exceptional as his mother,
the result was certain ejaculation.

Sure enough, he felt his penis inside her suddenly swell and harden
, a sign of final, suppressed ejaculation. Then, his thrusting speed increased dramatically.
His mother knew he was about to ejaculate. Before she could even speak, his body showed signs of spasm.
She hurriedly said,

"Quick! Pull it out! Don't ejaculate inside!"

In her haste, she forgot to pull the ring, and when she tried to push his genitals away, it was too
late.

The young man clung tightly to his mother's genitals, his penis deeply inserted into her vagina, motionless,
his body convulsing violently. Waves of semen gushed from his deeply inserted penis,
filling his mother's vagina.

The mother tried to push him away several times but failed, eventually resigning herself to it . By
the time she finally managed to push him away, he had almost finished ejaculating. However, even after ejaculating for so long, as he
withdrew his penis from his mother's vagina, he couldn't help but ejaculate again, his penis continuing
to ejaculate as it was pulled out. Finally, this semen filled his mother's crotch, staining
it filthy. The semen outside instantly emitted a pungent odor,
attracting the attention of those around them, who quickly avoided him, drawing disgusted, repulsive, and condemning glances.

Actually, it wasn't that the train stopped at every station during this process, nor was it that no one noticed. How could no one have noticed?
Like in adult films, a large group of passengers seem to never look up or glance around after boarding, even as the women
next them are being intimately involved, they remain oblivious. That's because of
the director's requirements. Being so close, with such a commotion, how could no one have noticed or known? People
must have been filming for who knows how long.

Countless eyes looked over, countless expressions were shown on the faces of those around. Some
were disgusted , some angry, some disgusted, some condemning; some were interested, some excited, some thrilled.
Some were interested, some disliked; some were indifferent, some couldn't accept it. But the one thing was certain: even if they knew,
even if they felt disgusted or repulsed, no one interfered.

Countless events and news stories around us have told the people of this country that if you don't have
the strength to bear the consequences, don't casually take on other people's problems. In
a society where no one is beyond help even if they
've fallen on hard times , interfering in other people's affairs—whether it's doing good or bad—can sometimes have serious consequences. Even if people weren't like this initially
, countless cases over the years have successfully dissuaded those who didn't believe in such things, teaching people the right thing to do.

So even though they were disgusted and couldn't tolerate it, no one dared to interfere for a while.
Not , what kind of situation would that be? What would they say to the police? On what grounds? Immorality?

The mother was initially annoyed but eventually calmed down, giving
the young man a look that said, "I can't do anything with you." Having had his moment of pleasure, the young man reverted to his previous shy, timid, and hesitant
demeanor. Knowing he was in the wrong, he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with his mother, blushing and nervously glancing back at her
every now and then .

Oh! He'll have to take birth control pills when he gets back.

Because she didn't like being manipulated at the hospital, the mother didn't have an IUD.

For so many years, since getting married, she had never been intimate with anyone other than her husband. She never imagined
she'd be fucked by a man other
than her husband today , and even internally ejaculated. The mother was somewhat speechless, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.

She never imagined her first time being fucked by a man other than her husband would be with such a man,
under such circumstances.

Actually, she hadn't initially intended to let the young man fuck her. She no longer objected to
having relationships with men other than her husband, nor to being fucked by them. But she never imagined it would happen
in such a place, in such circumstances, in such an setting, with such a person.

A complete stranger, someone she'd never met before, someone she'd never see again, a complete stranger
whose name she didn't even know.

Why did things turn out this way?

The mother stared blankly at the young man: it felt like she was itching for sex, and she'd just grab any random man on the street and let
him fuck her, and then they'd all go their separate ways.

Indeed, while people start things, often in the end, it's not people pushing things forward, but things
pushing people forward.

Seeing his mother looking at him, the young man scratched his head, grinning foolishly.

The mother was at a loss for words. Then she remembered her target and glanced to the side.
There stood the boy who had been following her, now recording them with his phone.
When their eyes met, a complex mix of emotions—shock, envy, jealousy, and resentment—was playing on her.

The mother chuckled knowingly, then casually watched the boy as she pretended to clean
herself up, as if to show him her recently used vulva.

There wasn't much to clean up; she couldn't wear underwear and hadn't taken her pants off. So, the "cleaning up" was
just her zipping up her pants and
covering herself again.

Then, at the next stop, the mother got off the bus.

The young man watched her, opening his mouth as if to say something. The mother could guess what he
wanted to say , but... well, he didn't utter a word. He just stared blankly as she
walked off the bus.

[The End]

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