Mother's intimate relationship

The tutoring class had been going on for almost half a month, and Lucas and the other two were calling her "Sister Ying" affectionately. Mom was also very open with the three Black men, and her affection for them was growing.
One day, I was watching TV in the living room. Mom was having a long phone conversation with a colleague.
"Xiaojie, what kind of clothes do you think foreigners like Chinese women to wear the most?"
Mom said into the phone.
"Qipao! Oh..."
"Hmm! Qipao really does bring out the unique charm of Eastern women... Hmm, right..."
"It's nothing, don't overthink it, she was just asking casually!"
"Nothing. Hehe, nonsense... I can't be bothered with you."
"Okay, okay, that's all, let's talk another day," Mom hung up the phone.
"Why is Mom talking about clothes with her friend? And asking what kind of clothes foreign men like Chinese women to wear the most... How strange."
I muttered to myself.
A few days later, it was time for the English tutoring class again. When I woke up in the morning, I saw Mom wearing a white embroidered qipao, sitting in front of the dressing table carefully drawing her eyebrows. This was the first time I had ever seen Mom wear a qipao.
Seeing me approach, Mom put down her eyebrow pencil, stood up, and looked at me, saying, "Xiaofan, what do you think of Mom's cheongsam? Does it look good? Hehe." The cheongsam was indeed beautiful; the short sleeves revealed her snow-white arms, and the smooth silk fabric perfectly accentuated her graceful, curvaceous figure.
The cheongsam was very form-fitting, her large breasts stretching the fabric tightly across her chest. Her proud, pert buttocks further lifted the back of the cheongsam high, making the already high slit even wider, almost revealing half of her buttocks. Luckily, Mom was wearing a thong today, otherwise, her underwear would have been visible.
Mom wasn't wearing stockings today, exposing her fair, tender flesh to the air. The knee-length skirt couldn't hide her beautiful, slender legs, and her cute little feet, paired with playful sandals, revealed her pink-painted toes—truly enticing.
"Mom is such a beautiful woman from the East! This cheongsam perfectly accentuates your mature, dignified, and noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament)."
I was stunned by Mom's beauty.
"Really!"
Mom looked in the mirror, very happy.
"Absolutely! If you don't believe me, ask David and the others at school later. They'll be drooling! Haha..."
"Drooling? Nonsense... those foreign men..."
Mom hesitated, a shy expression on her face.
No wonder she was discussing clothing with her friends a few days ago; Mom was definitely wearing this cheongsam for David and the others. Such a bold and sexy cheongsam! I really don't know what Mom was thinking!
Sure enough, seeing Mom looking incredibly sexy in her cheongsam, Lucas and the others didn't hold back their praise.
"Sister Ying's figure is absolutely amazing! Wearing this cheongsam, she's the epitome of an Eastern beauty!"
"Noble and dignified, sexy and fashionable, gentle and elegant... Sister Ying, you are my goddess..."
My petite mother stood among three burly black men, receiving their enthusiastic praise, her face flushed, her figure swaying. Like a lioness in heat receiving courtship from three male lions, no one knew which male she would choose to mate with. Would it be Lucas? My mother liked him the most, or perhaps she wanted them all...
"Ah! What am I thinking! I've been watching too much animal documentary, haha."
I muttered to myself.
The school bell rang, interrupting my random thoughts.
The morning classes were finally over. Lucas and the others weren't professional teachers, and once the novelty wore off, they inevitably found it boring.
Then Sun suddenly suggested playing basketball.
"Play basketball? Sure... Anyway, it's still early, more than an hour before lunch!"
I was the first to enthusiastically respond to the suggestion of playing basketball.
David and Lucas agreed, borrowed a basketball, and headed to the playground. Mom followed.
Because we were short-handed, we could only play 2v2 half-court.
Sun and I were on one team, and Lucas and David were on the other. To be honest, while my basketball skills weren't top-tier in our school, they were still excellent; I'd been on the school team before. As
soon as I got on the court, I was full of energy. I dribbled to the basket, backing down Lucas to defend me. But I underestimated Lucas's strength. My push not only failed to move him, but his powerful abs bounced me back a bit. If
brute force didn't work, I'd try a clever approach. Without thinking twice, I turned and took a step back, intending to do a fadeaway jump shot. But all I could see were Lucas's dark, well-developed muscles; I couldn't find the basket. With Lucas's nearly 190cm height and the jumping ability typical of Black people, my shooting angle was completely blocked. I shot haphazardly, and obviously, it was an airball.
Lucas not only possessed outstanding physical attributes but also comprehensive skills. I simply couldn't defend against him. Sun, who was with me, was also excellent, but unfortunately, I was his major weakness, leaving him helpless. The score difference quickly widened.
It was the height of summer, and after playing for a short while, we were both drenched in sweat. Lucas then simply took off his shirt, going shirtless and revealing his strong muscles: full pectoral muscles, six-pack abs, a strong back, a perfect triangle physique, and dark, shiny skin—a bodybuilder's physique, exuding masculine beauty. A kind of male dominance enveloped his entire body.
His mother, standing to the side, was even more captivated by Lucas's masculine charm. Her face flushed slightly, and her eyes kept taking in Lucas's perfect physique, her large buttocks swaying slightly. It was like a common scene on campus: girls always watching their favorite boys play basketball with adoration.
The difference is that the spectator now isn't an innocent young girl, but a mature and sexy woman, and the players aren't immature boys, but muscular, purebred Black men. The former evokes a unique campus romance, while the latter hints at a raw, unadulterated desire that stirs the heart and makes the blood boil.
I think Lucas on the court noticed his mother's adoring gaze and played even harder. Every beautiful move earned him excited applause from his mother.
Lucas and David played with increasing vigor, while Sun and I were already completely exhausted.
"Ugh! I can't play anymore, I can't play anymore. You guys are all so strong and skilled, I can't take it... I need to rest for a bit," I said, bending over and panting.
"Young man, you're already done for? Haha," David joked from the side.
"Xiao Fan's body hasn't fully grown yet, how can he beat you guys! Hehe," my mother chimed in.
"Sister Ying, why don't you play in Xiao Fan's place?"
Sun suddenly suggested.
"Me? I don't know how to play ball."
Mom really didn't know how.
"It's okay, just play for a bit, consider it exercise."
"Yeah, Ying-jie, come play, I'll teach you if you don't know how."
Lucas and David egged her on.
"Mom, you play for me. The three of them can't play together. Ask them to let you win, it's okay."
I didn't want my performance to spoil the fun for Lucas and the others; at least Mom could make up the numbers.
"Hehe, okay. But don't laugh at me if I don't play well, Lucas, you have to let me win."
Mom agreed, and seemed quite enthusiastic.
Mom wasn't very good at basketball; you could tell from her clumsy dribbling and slow footwork. Anyone could easily steal the ball from her, but of course, Lucas wouldn't be so unsportsmanlike. He maintained a serious defensive stance, sticking close to Mom.
Mom used her ample, upturned buttocks to push against Lucas's hips, trying to get a shot off.
Lucas stretched out his arms, using his burly body to block Mom's movement. The petite Mom was trapped in Lucas's broad embrace, unable to move an inch.
Mom was intently bouncing the ball, her large breasts heaving violently with her movements. Sweat had already soaked through her white cheongsam, revealing glimpses of her black lace bra. The sweat-dampened fabric made her sensitive nipples clearly visible… two adorable protrusions jiggled with each swing of her breasts.
Despite her difficulty moving, Mom stubbornly pushed her way in, her plump buttocks rubbing frequently against Lucas's hips. The already high slit of her cheongsam spread even wider, almost revealing half of her snow-white buttocks. Even her small, concealed thong was exposed to everyone's view.
The black thong clung tightly to Mom's full vulva, and with the lateral movement of her feet and the twisting of her lower body, the fabric gradually couldn't cover her overly large labia, revealing pink flesh peeking out from the edges of the thong, and a few tufts of restless pubic hair also peeked out from under her underwear.
Mom, engrossed in her game, was completely unaware of this.
The three black men were already aroused by the breathtaking sight, their lustful gazes fixed on the mother's body like those of wild beasts eyeing their prey.
Lucas, stimulated by his mother's large buttocks, began to react; I could vaguely see the outline of his erect penis peeking out from under his athletic shorts. Thankfully, it wasn't fully erect, otherwise, given Lucas's size, it would have burst from his shorts long ago.
Only a few thin layers of fabric separated the mother's mature vulva from the black men's thick penises. Her alluring anus had already sensed the masculine scent, and her moist vagina had already felt the warmth of the male phallus.
But what puzzled me was that the mother showed no sign of discomfort. Her large buttocks continued to press against Lucas's hips as she continued to bounce the ball with undivided concentration.
Didn't the mother feel a penis growing larger and thicker against her tender buttocks?
Didn't she feel the waves of heat emanating from her rear? Didn't Mom notice the three strong black men staring lustfully at her body? ...
A variety of questions arose in my mind...
Time passed quickly, and it was noon. Everyone was already drenched in sweat.
"Sister Ying, you said you couldn't play, but I see you played quite well?"
Lucas joked.
"Oh! You still say that? How could I play? You guys didn't hold back. Especially you, Lucas, you're as strong as an ox, how could I possibly beat you? You bullied me to death..."
Mom said coquettishly.
"Well, Sister Ying, your butt also...my...it hurt so much! Hehe..."
After the physical intimacy on the court, Lucas's words became bolder and more unrestrained.
"You little rascal, you...you got the advantage and you're still acting innocent, you...you're really wicked." Mom didn't care about Lucas's teasing words at all, instead flirting with him like lovers.
The relationship between Mom and Dad's three students was getting closer and closer, especially Lucas.
A faint worry rose in my heart.

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