Let me serve you.

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A phone ringing startled me awake. I turned my head, pulled the blanket over my head, and tried to ignore it. But the phone's music quality was just too good, and the ringtone I'd set was just too catchy, so I had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello."

"Jr, are you still sleeping?"

"Who are you?"

"Damn it, you bastard, you don't even recognize me." "...Oh my god. It's you, Jr. What's up so early?"

"Early morning? Don't you know what time it is?"

I took my phone away and checked the time: 9:28. "Damn it, are you crazy? Why are you calling so early?"

"Haha, I knew you liked to sleep in." "Sleep my ass, I..." "Okay, okay, I know you just got back. Alright, we're all playing mahjong at our usual spot. Are you coming?" "Who? You're all here?" "Yeah, we're all here. Are you coming?" "No, I want to sleep." "Okay, then you can keep sleeping. I'll wake you up around 12 o'clock for dinner." "Okay

." I hung up the phone, sat down on my pillow, pulled up the blanket, and prepared to go back to sleep. I have to say, I still prefer October. It's such a good month for sleeping. Sleeping with the air conditioner on and a light blanket is so comfortable, perfect for sleeping in. Unfortunately, while the idea was good, reality was harsh. I found myself unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning for a while before finally getting up. I checked the time—10 o'clock. Cursing that guy, I went to wash my face and brush my teeth. After finishing, I thought I'd play on the computer for a bit. Less than two minutes after logging onto QQ, I received a text message: "Awake? Lazybones."

Was it her? I was surprised and quickly replied: "Yeah, just woke up. Don't you have to go to work today?"

"Yeah, I'm off today."

"...Wait, shouldn't you be working today?"

"Um, I had some things to do today, so I'm off." "

Oh, I see."

"You just got back yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, I arrived yesterday afternoon, I'm exhausted."

"Hehe, really? You must have been exhausted from playing outside."

"Playing what? A month of training, every day was either classes or training, I didn't even have time to go out, I stayed in the dorm the whole time."

"You're that honest? I don't believe it."

"Oh, little woman, do you think I'm that dishonest?"

"Of course, do you think I don't know how many tricks you have up your sleeve? You're like a fish in the sea outside, you must be out partying and chasing girls every day!" "

Oh, little woman, talking bad about me like that, you don't want to live anymore."

"Tch, I'm not afraid of you."

I suddenly had a thought, so I replied: "You're at home, right? Wait, I'll show you why flowers are so red."

Without waiting for his reply, I immediately closed QQ, shut down my computer, put on my t-shirt and beach shorts, went downstairs, took a taxi straight to her house. Ten minutes later, I was standing downstairs in Building 3, pressing the electronic doorbell for 507. After a while, I heard her voice on the doorbell: "Who is it?"

"I'm here, open the door."

"You...you actually came?"

"Of course, you're in trouble, hurry up and open the door."

"You...never mind, come on up."

The door opened, I went inside and upstairs, walked to 507, pulled the door open, and went in. The living room was empty. Music was coming from the study. I changed into slippers at the shoe cabinet by the door, walked to the study door, and saw her wearing a white printed cotton pajama set, sitting in a chair surfing the internet. The computer speakers were playing her favorite song, "Wait a Minute." When she noticed me, she turned around.

"Oh, really! Didn't you see my QQ message telling you not to come?"

"Oh? You sent me a message, but I didn't see it. I closed it a long time ago. What's the problem? It's not your husband..."

"Your husband is home???!!!" I was startled and immediately turned around to look around, pretending to run away.

"Come on, if my husband were home, would I open the door for you? Besides, with your brain, wouldn't you know whether my husband is home or not?"

"Hehe, you saw through me. Since your husband isn't here, then I came. By the way, your son isn't here either, right ?" "

No, he went to his grandma's." "

Your son is quite cute."

"Of course, three-year-olds are the cutest."

"Why did you send him to his grandma's when you were off work?"

She paused, her cheeks flushed slightly, and lowered her head, saying, "I told you I had something to do."

Saying that, she stood up and walked towards the living room. I was a little confused. Something to do? If she had something to do, why was she at home surfing the internet instead of caring about her son?

But I followed her to the living room. Looking at her from behind, her cotton pajama bottoms clung tightly to her lower body. Ah, the way she walked, the way her waist and hips swayed—it was so beautiful, rhythmic and undulating. My pants started to bulge. Speaking of which, women are really good at disguising themselves. At work, she always walked in a proper, unremarkable way, never swaying her hips, wearing her stuffy, unattractive work clothes, leaving no room for any interest. But

once she got home, took off her work clothes, and she became a completely different person, radiating endless charm and allure.

What a beauty! Luckily, I recognized her, hehe.

She took a glass from the coffee table, walked to the water dispenser, and bent down to pour me some water. As she bent over, her already shapely buttocks appeared even more pronounced, like a full moon, stirring up endless fantasies.

I found the flames in my heart starting to rise rapidly.

Just as I was about to rush over, she finished pouring the water, placed the glass on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and said to me, "Come and have a glass of water. What have you been doing? Why are you sweating?"

"Oh, I was just rushing up and down the stairs a little." I said as I sat down next to her. To be honest, I was a little thirsty from walking so fast, and besides, I was feeling quite hot inside.

"Why were you in such a hurry?"

"Hehe, you know what I mean." Her cheeks flushed, and she didn't continue the topic, instead asking other questions: "What kind of training did you do in Shanghai?"

"Nothing much, just giving lectures, training teamwork, and visiting some companies.

" "You were there for a long time this time."

"Yeah, a whole month."

"Did you go shopping?"

"What's there to shop for? It's not like it's my first time in Shanghai. Besides, I'm a man, and I don't like shopping."

"Hmm, that's true."

"Shouldn't you be working today? Why are you off?"

"I had something to do, so I took the day off."

"Taked the day off?" "What's wrong that you need to take leave? You seem to have nothing to do, just leisurely surfing the internet."

Her face flushed again, and she didn't speak, looking down at the coffee table.

I became even more curious. "What's wrong? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

"You? You can't help. Ugh, why do you ask so many questions? Stop asking."

"If you don't tell me, I'll ask even more. Come on, tell me, what's wrong?"

"Well..." She still didn't raise her head, "I'm sick, so I took a few days off."

"Are you sick?" I was startled. "What's wrong? Is it serious? Should we see a doctor?"

Her face turned even redder. "You, you ask so many questions. I'm not talking to you anymore." She stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

I followed her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, straightening her clothes. "I said, why are you stammering? What's wrong? Tell me! I'm so worried! I'll take you to see a doctor."

She stopped what she was doing, glanced at me, and then continued straightening her clothes. "It's nothing, just a minor surgery. I'm resting at home."

"Surgery? You look fine. Is it appendicitis?"

"No, not appendicitis."

"Then what is it? And you need surgery?"

"You...you don't understand. I'm not talking about it anymore."

I panicked and went over to pull her into my arms. "Sweetie, tell me, what's wrong?"

"Oh, don't do this."

"If you don't tell me, I won't let go."

"I...it's just a woman's ailment, really?"

She didn't look like someone who had surgery. A woman's ailment? What kind of illness would require surgery? I don't understand. Looks like I need to find a way to get her to talk. I held her tightly with my right arm, and with my left hand, I touched her big breasts. Wow, it's been so long since I've touched them, they seem even bigger. Today, it seems she's wearing one of those bras without underwire, and it looks like it's pure cotton; it feels like you can't even feel it.

"Hey, stop touching me, take your hands off me." She reached out to try and push my left hand away, but I wasn't going to let her succeed. Besides, she wasn't as strong as me. While resisting her interference, I continued to touch her big breasts. They felt so good, so bouncy, soft, and comfortable—absolutely gorgeous. "Then tell me, and I won't touch you anymore."

"You...you...okay, okay, I'll tell you, but let me go first."

"Okay." I let her go, and she sat up straight, adjusting her pajamas. "Then tell me." "I..." Her face turned red again, all the way to the roots of her neck. "Me? What's next?"

She raised her head, as if making a huge decision. "I... I miscarried." She covered her face with her hands and lowered her head.

"Ah??? Miscarriage??? You were pregnant?" She nodded slightly, still covering her face.

"Ah!!! It couldn't be mine, could it?"

She raised her head, opened her hands, and glanced at me with a seductive look. Then she lowered her head again. "It seems... it's yours."

"Ah!!!" I was shocked and jumped up. "Mine? It really is mine? How could you miscarry it? It's my child! How could you do this?"

I paced back and forth in the room like a hungry beast, my mind in turmoil. Suddenly, I heard her chuckle beside me. I looked at her and saw her covering her mouth with her hands, her face full of laughter. I was even more confused and bewildered. What was going on?

"Are you kidding me? You're not pregnant, you're not carrying my child, are you?" She shook her head, then nodded, laughing. "Grandma, what do you mean by all this? You're laughing and nodding like that."

She didn't say anything, just covered her mouth and laughed. I was annoyed. I went over, picked her up, and pulled her onto my lap. I slipped my hands under her pajamas and grabbed her right breast. "Tell me, what's going on?" "Ouch, don't touch me like that! Why are you putting your hands in here... Take them out!" "Then tell me, or I'll twist them!" I pretended to squeeze harder. "Ah...it hurts, be gentle, take them out, I'll tell you, please take them out." I pulled my hands out of her clothes. "Tell me!" "Okay, okay, I'll tell you, put me down." "No, just say it." "You..." She glanced at me, in a very seductive way.

“Baby, sweetie, tell me, I’m totally confused. Please tell me what’s going on.”

She lowered her head. “I’m really… pregnant.” “Oh? Whose?” “Of course.” She looked up at me. “You really think it’s yours? Don’t you even think about how long we’ve been together…” She seemed a little embarrassed and lowered her head again. “Oh? When did this happen?” “A month ago. I had the surgery last Monday.” “Oh, so it’s not mine. Come to think of it, we haven’t seen each other for three months. I was away on a business trip for half a month, and then I was in training for a month. Adding that to the previous time, it’s been about four months since we last did it.”

“Do it? Do it my foot. All you think about is these kinds of lewd things.” “Hehe, baby, it’s because you’re just too charming.” I said, my hand unconsciously reaching towards the hem of her pajamas again.

“Don’t move. If you touch it again, I’ll kick you out.” “Hehe,” I chuckled dryly and withdrew my hand.

"So, it's your husband's?"

"Yes." "Wow, are you two planning to have another one?"

"No."

"Then why were you so rough? Didn't you use a condom? Didn't you say your husband always uses one before he ejaculates?"

"No, that's not how it is."

"Then what?" She lowered her head again. "Last time he went to Japan on a business trip for two weeks, and the night he came back, he... he didn't use one."

"Oh, you did it the night he came back? And then he ejaculated inside without a condom?"

"Yes," her voice was barely audible.

"Did you initiate it?"

"Hey, what kind of talk is that?" She raised her face and glared at me. "We're an old married couple, what's wrong with me initiating it? Besides, I was hungry too... oh!" She suddenly covered her mouth, her face turning bright red.

"I heard you, hehe, so you've been starving for a long time, you're so horny, so as soon as he came back you couldn't wait to do it, right?"

"You're so mean, what do you mean horny? It's not a normal need, okay? Pfft, don't you men need it too? Aren't you all like wolves, you just..."

"Oh? So what if you just... tell me."

"I'm not saying anything, I was just saying something."

"I know you're just saying something, keep going, I'm listening."

"Listen to what? I'm not saying anything."

"Say it, sweetie." I coaxed her while gently stroking her breasts, this time she didn't resist.

I was delighted and slowly rubbed her big breasts. Her breathing gradually became heavier, I slipped my right hand under her armpit and grasped her right breast, continuing to knead it.

“Baby.”

“Mmm.”

“Tell me about it.” “What’s there to say? Be gentle…”

“I want to hear it, tell me.”

“Hmph, you want to hear it?”

“Yes, yes.”

“We did it after dinner.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” “Can you be more specific?”

“You… hey, be gentle… the day he came back, I sent the kids to grandma’s early, then cooked dinner, waited for him to come back, served him dinner, and put on a sexy lingerie set. He pounced on me right away, even hungrier than me!”

“Oh? Sexy? What kind?”

“Oh, it’s a lace bra and a thong.”

“Wow… that’s amazing!” I got hard, very hard, I knew it! I started to increase the pressure on my hands.

"What do you mean by 'powerful'? His is like 'Legend of the Hungry Wolf.' Hey, you messed up down there again

." "It's normal if I don't mess it up. How long did you guys do it?" I slowly moved my left hand down to her lower abdomen.

"You're asking about that too?" My left hand stroked her pubic hair.

"Tell me, I want to hear it."

"Him? He did it for two hours..."

"Wow, he's really amazing." I started unbuttoning her clothes.

"If he wasn't amazing, there's nothing I could do. I didn't let him rest."

"...You're really horny!"

"What are you talking about? I just needed to be a little strong, that was just that day. I don't know what I was thinking, I just really wanted it. I'm not usually like this. No, don't touch me. Take it out, take it out now."

My hand reached into her panties, and as soon as I touched her pubic hair, she reached out to stop me, as if she was trying very hard. I didn't care about her, I was burning with desire, my hand continued to reach down, and my other hand easily unbuttoned her clothes and touched her bra.

She suddenly pushed my hands away forcefully and stood up, saying seriously, "No, don't do this, you can't touch me down there."

"Why?" I reached out to her again. She firmly pushed me away, "After a miscarriage, it's like being in postpartum confinement, you can't touch me there either. You'll understand when you have a wife."

My heart sank. The balloon had burst. "Then what am I going to do? I want you."

She came over and sat beside me, her hand caressing my face, smiling as she said, "That's why I told you not to come, I knew you couldn't resist, I was afraid you'd touch me. Be good, let's wait a while, let's skip it today."

"Then can I not touch you down there? I've missed you for so long, it's been four months since I last touched you, I really miss you

so much. Can I touch your big boobs?"

"You, sigh... you're really my nemesis."

I had a chance, I reached out and hugged her, flipped her over and pinned her down. She gasped, "Be gentle."

I gently lifted her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath, no lace, no frills, the texture seemed to be pure cotton. "Why are you dressed so unfashionably today?" "What do you know? Pure cotton is comfortable, and besides, I need to protect myself." "Oh, you need to protect yourself during postpartum confinement too, right?" "Sigh, I can't explain it to you, you'll understand later."

I pushed up her bra, and her two big breasts were revealed. What a treasure! They were truly treasures—big, white, and soft, and they didn't sag. They were absolutely gorgeous. My hands slowly circled her breasts, occasionally touching her nipples. "Mmm," she let out a soft moan. As I pressed harder, her breathing became heavier, and faint groans escaped her lips. Touching her wasn't enough. I pinched her left nipple between my right index and middle fingers, gently pulling it upwards, while my mouth took her right nipple into my mouth, and I began to suckle like a baby. "Mmm...mmm...oh...gently..." The moans grew louder, and her hands gently stroked my head. I felt her hands applying downward pressure, trying to press my head completely into her breasts. I greedily sucked and touched her, busy and happy. So fragrant, so soft. Huh, what's this? There was a taste in my mouth. I looked up, and she shoved my head down again. "Don't look!" Don't look?

I already saw it! I quickly looked up again. Really, I really wasn't mistaken. On her right nipple, I had sucked out two white dots. I licked it with my tongue—breast milk! "Ah!" she gasped softly, covering her face with her hands, her face so red. I dipped my finger in it and held it in front of her eyes. "What is this?" "I don't know." "Oh, how come you don't know what's coming out of your breasts?" She covered her face with one hand and slapped my hand away with the other. "I don't know." I pried her hand away from her face. "Tell me, what is this?" Her face was so pretty, all red. "Tell me!" She suddenly opened her eyes. "Tell me, tell me my foot! It's just some milk, what's so strange about that? Humph." I chuckled. "Then let me see if there's any on the left." I sucked on her left nipple. "You... hey, be gentle, don't be so rough." Her sucking, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, made her moan again, "Mmm... ah..."

One hand wasn't idle, slowly slipping inside her pajama bottoms. "Don't touch, don't touch down there." "I won't touch, let me see, just look." Her hand pulled down her pajama bottoms, her mouth continuing to suck. "Ah... you... um... so shameless." I didn't have time to reply. Damn it, my butt was pressed against the bed, and I couldn't pull her pants down. Wait, they came down! It seemed she slightly lifted her buttocks. Oh, so you still wanted them. I looked down, and her lower body was like her bra—a pair of white, laceless, untrimmed cotton panties. I knelt on the floor, spreading her legs to pull down the hem of her panties. Huh? There was a wet patch in the middle of her panties. Hehe, wet, judging by the area, very wet. Since it's wet, I didn't hold back. I used both hands to pull her panties up to her thighs, but then I couldn't pull them down any further. It turned out her right hand was tightly gripping the hem. The beautiful sight of her lower body was now revealed. She had a lot of pubic hair. It's said that people with a lot of pubic hair have a strong libido. I didn't know that before, but after meeting her, I understood. The ancients were right!

"No, don't pull it down, I really can't..." Can't? Can't you even get wet? She tried to pull it down with her left hand too. Time was of the essence. I made up my mind and moved my mouth forward, finding the right spot and licking the erect nipple. "Ah..." She trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and her hand immediately loosened. I seized the opportunity and pulled her panties down to below her knees. Now I could take a good look. Hmm, she was covering her genitals with her hands, but that's okay, I can just push them away. She couldn't resist me and had to give up.

Wow, it was definitely worth the trip! The moment I pushed her hand away, I clearly saw a glistening liquid flow from her vulva, down her perineum and anus, dripping onto the sheets. Damn, was she going to keep flirting? Forget flirting, just go for it, I really couldn't take it anymore. Taking off my pants was easy, but I was so hard that I had to use my hand to pull them down, and I didn't even manage to get them all the way down. I just stepped on her pajama bottoms and underwear, pushing forward, my penis instantly pressing against her entrance. Just then, she grabbed my lower abdomen with both hands. "Don't go in, I really can't!" "Grandma, we're already at the door, if you don't let me in, I'll die." She looked at me with a pitiful gaze, her hands firmly against me, her eyes fixed on me. I was practically dying of impatience. Being denied entry at the door? How many men could stand that? But when our eyes met, I suddenly sobered up a bit, looking into her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. She looked at me for a moment, then sighed, "Sigh, if you really want it, I'll give it to you, but I hope you'll be gentle." She closed her eyes and turned her face away from me. What...what should I do? If I really sleep with her, today will probably be the last time. Besides, I've never considered her just a casual sex partner; we have real feelings for each other. Damn, this is inhuman! After a struggle with my conscience, I decided to give up. There's plenty of time. There will be other opportunities, and besides, she hasn't recovered yet. Sleeping with her like this would be irresponsible. Although I don't know much about sex, I know that having sex during postpartum recovery can have some impact on a woman. God is blind! I was reckless, coming without asking questions, and now...

I had another thought: since I can't enjoy it with my penis, a handjob and oral sex would be good too. Besides, making her feel good would help strengthen our relationship, wouldn't it? Thinking this, I said to her, "It's okay, I was reckless. Don't move, I'll serve you!"

[The End]

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