Annual rings

(1)

The evening sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing everything in the room in a golden glow, no longer
as dazzling as at midday.

Everything in the room was neatly arranged, from the carefully tended, blooming flowers on the balcony to the
polished floor. In the living room, a thick photo album sat on the table, the host and visiting guests
flipping through it and chatting.

"Mrs. Wang, this is a photo of Chenchen when he was four. He kept moving around when I asked him to look in the front, so I had to
hold him while we took the picture..." Su Yi smiled at the visiting guests, pointing to the slightly yellowed photo.
Her expression radiated pride and affection.

Turning her gaze from the photo, Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who seemed much older than her actual age; youth still lingered
on her. With a hint of reproach, she said, "I told you not to call me Mrs. Wang, call me Sister Qing."

Seeing Su Yi's exposed, jade-like white skin, Yang Qingqing said with even more envy, "But,
standing next to each other, I'd really be heartbroken. Sister, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? Do you have some secret
?"

Yang Qingqing, who had been resting at her parents' home for almost a week, went to pick up her daughter from school today.
Downstairs, she encountered Su Yi, who was being held up because she had forgotten her security door key. Su Yi wore a simple white
dress , had delicate features, and her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk. Her skin was rosy and fair, and she had a tall, shapely figure
and an ethereal air.

When they met, Su Yi was carrying several bags and pacing anxiously downstairs. Her daughter immediately called her "beautiful
sister" and clung to Su Yi. Yang Qingqing was somewhat surprised, as she had never seen her before. It wasn't until they went
upstairs that Yang Qingqing learned from their conversation that Su Yi was
the new neighbor who had been renovating across the street and had only moved in a few days ago.

The two chatted more and more enthusiastically, especially after learning that Su Yi was only a year younger than her but had a
son who was already studying at a prestigious university in Jiangcheng at the age of fourteen. This piqued Yang Qingqing's curiosity even more. After settling her beloved daughter in, Yang
Qingqing went to visit Su Yi.

A hint of shyness flashed in Su Yi's eyes as she said sweetly, "Sister Qing, it's not that exaggerated. You're the prettiest one
!" She casually gestured to Yang Qingqing's exaggerated curves and even patted Yang Qingqing's proudly erect breasts with the back of her hand
. On this still somewhat hot and humid autumn day, Yang Qingqing changed into a slightly cooler loungewear set. Her slender
figure, accentuated by her full breasts, appeared incredibly sexy and alluring. A deep cleavage and the faint outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric
revealed an indescribable beauty.

If the two stood side-by-side for onlookers to comment, Su Yi would be like a pure lily, graceful and elegant
, evoking tenderness and a desire to hold her close and cherish her; while Yang Qingqing would be like a delicate rose, swaying in the wind, exuding
charm and a deep longing to explore her inner allure.

"Well, you dare take advantage of me? I see yours isn't small either!" Due to her childhood dance training,
Yang Qingqing was quite confident in her figure. Ironically, she had once
been troubled by her large breasts, only finding peace after marriage and the birth of her daughter.

"Ah…" Su Yi grabbed the hands that were playing with her chest, unwilling to give up, and launched a counterattack against Yang Qingqing.

The two laughed and played around on the table for a while, finally quieting down after getting tired, letting out soft panting. Su
Yi got up, picked up the photo album, a gentle smile on her lips, and introduced her pride to her sister, with whom she had just hit it off
. Her son was her precious treasure, and no amount of talking could ever be enough for Su Yi.

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen on his first day of school. It was so hard to get him to agree to take this photo. I had to buy
him something to eat before he agreed. Look, he's even pouting!"

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen in junior high school. He never worries me about his studies, and he's smart and sensible. But
he still doesn't like taking photos alone; he always wants to be in a photo with me."

...

"Sister Qing, this is a photo of Chenchen at a math competition. Look, I didn't go with him, and his
lips are pouting so high in the photo."

...

Yang Qingqing looked at Su Yi, who was beaming with pride and lost in her memories. Although she had just suddenly
wondered about Su Yi's husband—after all, Su Yi only talked about her son and
didn't mention her spouse—she wisely refrained from bringing up the topic, seeing

Su Yi's happy expression. Su Yi's son, Su Chen, a genius who entered university at the age of 14, was now filled with curiosity thanks to Su Yi's enthusiastic
descriptions. Yang Qingqing even suggested that Su Chen be her daughter's
tutor, as Su Yi adored the cute and well-behaved Wang Tongtong. Yang Qingqing spoke animatedly about her daughter,
recounting anecdotes of her growth, much like Su Yi spoke of her son.
The hearts of mothers everywhere are truly the same.

The clock on the wall ticked softly in the warm sunlight of the dimly lit room
, as the two women chatted intimately about everyday matters and life's simple pleasures.

Su Yi and Yang Qingqing seemed oblivious to the passage of time, even becoming like sisters in their conversation. Human
affairs are truly inexplicable. These two women opened up to each other so readily upon meeting. This
was especially rare for those who knew Su Yi well. It was truly a mysterious fate.

"Beep...beep," a phone notification finally interrupted their heartfelt conversation; their son had returned
.

The clock showed it was almost six o'clock. Su Yi moved to the door and picked up the intercom: "Mom, it's
me." A deep male voice came through.

A charming smile appeared on her face. Su Yi squeezed her legs together slightly, then suddenly her body stiffened as if remembering something. After unlocking
the downstairs , she turned back to face Yang Qingqing, still smiling without a trace of abnormality: "Sister Qing, my
son is back. I need to get ready. Have you cooked yet? Or, why don't you bring your Tongtong over
to eat with us?"

Yang Qingqing, having finally managed to lift her body from the slumped sofa, lazily walked towards the door: "
Sure , I'll go get Tongtong right now, and let the two of them get to know each other. While I'm cooking..."
"Let's do it together." Yang Qingqing, who had already opened the door and left, would surely be surprised by what she
saw Su Yi, who was standing beside her, was lifting her buttocks slightly, and a silk-like object was
being removed from her body with both hands, its white surface flashing and disappearing under her skirt. Su Yi held the object in her hand and walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing the approaching footsteps downstairs, Yang Qingqing hesitated and stopped. The many praises Su Yi had just
received and the curiosity generated by reading Su Chen's growth diary made her want to see it for
herself.

Not long after, Yang Qingqing saw Su Chen hurrying up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
Su Yi's undisguised pride shone through; he was over 170cm tall. As Su Chen ascended the stairs,
Yang Qingqing felt a youthful aura emanating from him. His strong, slender physique was the result of regular exercise
. His neat, short hair and a face resembling Su Yi's, with a hint of childlike innocence and a sunny smile,
along with his thick eyebrows above his bright eyes, added to his handsome appearance. Yang Qingqing was startled; Su Chen seemed like a star from an idol drama
stepping out of the screen into the real world.

Su Chen carefully scrutinized her as he approached, still not moving aside, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman blocking her way at the door
, preventing her from entering. Looking at the slightly ajar door, she wondered, "Could this be a new friend my mother knows?" This
thought flashed through her mind.

The moment Su Chen saw Yang Qingqing around the corner, the alluring curves beneath her thin clothing
instantly transformed his already eager heart into overwhelming lust. Fortunately, he was wearing loose pants, which
allowed him to subtly conceal his surging erection.

Although Su Chen believed his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he couldn't deny that the woman before him possessed
a mature beauty that his mother lacked. Stimulated by Yang Qingqing, Su Chen yearned even more to return to his mother's side and experience that warm, comforting
paradise. As he drew closer, inhaling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from Yang Qingqing, and stealing a glance at her
fair arms exposed by her sleeveless top, he calmed his racing heart and looked directly at her, saying, "
Excuse me sister, could you please move aside?"

From a young age, Su Chen, being a gifted student, had developed the habit of addressing everyone as "brother" or "sister," a habit
stemming from his status as one of the younger students at school. However, thanks to Su Yi's meticulous care over the past decade, Su Chen avoided becoming
the type of person who is a genius in academics but an idiot in life. Now, Su Chen shows signs of maturity
beyond his years in his interactions with others, but there are still some things he learned before reaching a certain age. For example, Su Chen couldn't tell Yang Qingqing's age and called her that
ingratiating nickname.

When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw Su Chen smiling so close to her, catching a whiff
of his youthful scent tinged with sweat, she felt a little flustered. She brushed her hair behind her ear to calm herself, then remembered
Su Chen's words and address. Her beautiful eyes seemed to shimmer with youthful energy as she looked at him closely, and she
said with a coquettish smile, "I'm not your sister, you have to call me Aunt Yang. Look at you, all sweaty, running around like that. Go home and
take a shower ."

After taking out her keys and entering her home, Yang Qingqing shook her head. When she gave birth, her family and husband had hoped
for a son, which made her, who was indifferent to gender, yearn for a son and make many preparations. After
Tongtong was born, although the family had a slight regret, they all doted on their lovely daughter, especially her, who
cared for her meticulously and spent a lot of time with her. The mother and daughter had a very close relationship. But looking at Su Chen today stirred up long-forgotten memories for Yang Qingqing
.

"Mom, I'm so hungry! Why did you take so long at Aunt Su's house? When are we going to eat?" Wang Tongtong
came out of her room upon hearing the voice. Her delicate face, resembling Yang Qingqing's, was framed by a pair of large, watery eyes that
blinked as she spoke, seemingly conveying meaning. Coupled with her cherry-like lips and delicate nose, she looked like a
beautiful anime girl. This was Yang Qingqing's impression after watching her daughter's favorite TV program.

Seeing her daughter, Yang Qingqing quickly forgot her earlier thoughts, picked up Wang Tongtong, and smiled, "Mommy
's darling, Mommy will take you to meet your tutor right away."

"Tutor? Who?" Wang Tongtong looked confused. "My grades are good, although I'm not in the top
ten of the class, I'm still quite high up. Why would I need a tutor? Could it be the beautiful Aunt Su?"

Her beloved daughter kept asking, but Yang Qingqing kept her in suspense, telling her to tidy up her homework
while Yang Qingqing went to her room to change her clothes.

After all, the dress she'd just worn was too low-cut. She hadn't noticed it while talking to Su Chen, and the fourteen-year-old boy's clear
eyes seemed innocent. But her husband was often away from home, so she had to be careful.

Her husband worked hard for the family, cherishing her and making her a housewife, only occasionally
visiting the clothing store he co-owned with her sister.

Yang Qingqing knew her charm. Although she appeared mature and alluring, she was a traditional
woman at heart, dreaming of marrying and raising her children, like her parents, growing old together hand in hand, and
having two children like her parents. Before, she might have only imagined two sisters or two brothers, but now she knew the man should be
like Su Chen, and the woman like Tongtong, with children to dote on. Immersed in this beautiful dream, Yang Qingqing didn't realize her daughter was waiting
impatiently outside and calling out until she hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, forgetting her original intention for changing.

Carrying several dishes, Yang Qingqing and her daughter entered the Su family home. Wang Tongtong's sweet little mouth made Su Yi very
happy. Su Yi turned on the TV for Wang Tongtong so she wouldn't cause trouble in the kitchen and could watch her favorite TV program.
The two mothers went into the kitchen together, discussing the dishes to be prepared for the meal.

Yang Qingqing shook the vegetables off her hands and asked, "Where's Su Chen?"

"He came back covered in sweat, so I made him take a shower inside!" Whenever Su Yi talked about Su Chen, her lips
and eyebrows would always be filled with a smile: "He wouldn't take a car, he insisted on walking back to familiarize himself with the area. He's exhausted." The
soft complaint couldn't hide the tenderness in her words.

Seeing Su Yi like this, Yang Qingqing smiled knowingly, lowered her head and silently prepared the dishes at the counter
. Seeing this, Su Yi was not to be outdone and prepared to show off her skills. The two women seemed to be competing with
each other, trying different tricks to please their daughters. They laughed and joked in hushed tones. Su Yi's
affection for Wang Tongtong also made Yang Qingqing feel proud.

In the warm room, the last rays of sunlight lingered, seemingly both gone and still present, while the cozy scene in the kitchen remained
unchanged.

Thanks to the two mothers' meticulous preparation, dinner was served a little late, the table laden with delicious dishes dazzling
the faces of the two little gluttons.

The two mothers smiled at their children, constantly serving them rice and
water.

As Yang Qingqing had expected, Wang Tongtong, who had been complaining about not having any friends and often asking her mother to give her a younger brother or sister
, seemed very pleased with her new brother, Su Chen.

Seeing her daughter's initial expression upon seeing Su Chen, and her subsequent clinging to him and ignoring the television
, Yang Qingqing inexplicably thought of childhood sweethearts, and her gaze towards Su Chen deepened
, growing increasingly pleased.

When Su Chen came out of the shower and saw Wang Tongtong, he was astonished that the little figure from the television screen had come to life.

Therefore, he was overjoyed to have such a lovely little sister, and his boyish nature was on full display
as he played and frolicked with Wang Tongtong.

Before dinner, when Wang Tongtong played in Su Chen's room and saw the wall of certificates and awards and the neatly arranged
trophies in the cabinet, her bright eyes shone with admiration, even
surprising Yang Qingqing.

Because the two families' children's schools were very close, they decided at the dinner table that Su Chen would accompany
Wang Tongtong to and from school every day, and the two of them would review their lessons together at home.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Tongtong's face lit up with excitement. "Great! I want to get into university
quickly and go to university with him!" Leaning against Yang Qingqing beside her, Wang Tongtong
pleaded, "Mommy, please?"

Yang Qingqing patted her daughter's head affectionately and said, "With such determination, how could Mommy disagree?
Besides asking your brother Su Chen, you also need to work hard yourself."

Su Chen was taken aback, but seeing the pleading look in Wang Tongtong's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely work hard to help
you get into university as soon as possible. Trust me."

Looking at Su Chen's serious expression, Wang Tongtong nodded her small head earnestly and said, "I will definitely do my
best."

The initial awkwardness Wang Tongtong felt upon meeting Su Chen had long since vanished after learning his age.
Her father was often away from home, and although she had her mother's company, the interpersonal relationships in her neighborhood were distant. There were also few
playmates of her age at her grandmother's house, leaving the lonely girl with a sense of solitude.

Unexpectedly, the handsome and sunny neighbor she met today instantly captured
a place in the girl's heart. She didn't yet understand the inexplicable feelings, only that she was happy
playing and laughing with him, and didn't want to leave.

Thinking about studying with him every day, even those dreaded homework days seemed somewhat
anticipated. She could ask him questions when she didn't understand something, instead of racking her brains for ages. The girl jumped up
.

"Mom, I can do it myself, you have to eat too!" the obedient daughter said to her mother.

Looking at her daughter's back, Yang Qingqing realized this was already her daughter's third bowl of rice. Seeing her daughter, who usually needed a lot of
persuasion to eat two bowls, now eating so heartily, she smiled lovingly, "Our Tongtong eats so much! Looks like
Mom's going to raise a little piggy." Every time she tried to persuade Wang Tongtong to eat at home, she would say that her mother was going to fatten her up
. Now Yang Qingqing used this to tease her.

Wang Tongtong turned around, made a face, and said, "Because Aunt Su's food is so delicious." Seeing Yang Qingqing's feigned reproach
, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mom's is delicious too."

Yang Qingqing couldn't maintain her angry expression anymore and giggled, "You're so sweet-talking."

Wang Tongtong, walking into the kitchen, felt a little confused about what she had seen out of the corner of her eye when she turned around.
Under the table, Aunt Su's small, white hand seemed to be holding something at her brother's waist
. The fleeting glimpse was quickly forgotten and didn't linger in the girl's mind. Thinking about showing her newly adopted brother to her classmates at school tomorrow
, the girl was overjoyed.

At the dinner table, Su Yi and Yang Qingqing ate very little, focusing instead on watching their children eat. Each smiled and nestled beside
their children. Su Yi put down her chopsticks early, placed the kettle on the table, and poured
water for Su Chen and Wang Tongtong with one hand. Just as her other hand reached under the table, her son seized the opportunity, placing it on his
erect penis, which, despite being covered by clothing, was still erect.

Hesitant because of the presence of others, Su Yi's delicate hand began to gently caress the fabric. Feeling
the penis becoming increasingly restless in her pants, she slipped her small hand inside, straightening the hot shaft, feeling
the heat with her wrist, and gently kneading the two mounds in her palm. Seeing Su Chen using eating to conceal
his gaze from the opposite side, she inwardly scolded her son for his boldness, but her movements grew increasingly gentle, making him more comfortable and satisfied
. Unbeknownst to her, a dangerous gaze lingered on her.

Seeing the satisfied look in Su Chen's eyes, "Mom's the best," Su Yi gave Su Chen a gentle piece of
advice: "With guests around, just leave it like this..."

Su Yi withdrew the charming smile she had given her son. The warmth in her hand seemed to emanate from her son. She gradually
felt the flowing moisture, and the dampness made Su Yi want to change her sitting position. Suddenly, the thing she was holding swelled up, and
a trace of liquid secreted from the tip of her wrist. Somewhat surprised, following Su Chen
's stunned gaze, Su Yi realized that because Yang Qingqing had lowered her head, her large breasts under her clothes had been squeezed, leaving a deep imprint,
revealing a strong allure, looking at the magnificent breasts that she herself could not compare to. Su Yi's small hand, which was turning the breasts, unconsciously
tightened slightly.

Su Chen was startled and looked at Su Yi. Seeing his mother's unusual expression, he thought she was jealous, but little did he know that Su Yi's mind
was only on how to ask Yang Qingqing for the secret to breast enhancement. His erection attracted his mother's attention,
and he silently uttered five words to Su Yi: "I only love Mom." His affectionate gaze lingered until his mother lowered her head, at which point
a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Following her gaze, Su Chen noticed his mother's unnatural leg position. He put down his chopsticks and used his left hand to pick up the kettle to cover himself.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qingqing rubbed her arm against her mother's firm breasts, deliberately displaying a seductive
expression, and saw the shy look in her mother's eyes.

Her large hand expertly slipped under her skirt. Her mother opened her doors wide, welcoming Su Chen's visit without any concealment. Su
Chen's fingers directly touched her soft labia, sometimes entwining with the downy hair, sometimes rubbing and
probing the already moist cleft. He felt his mother's body becoming increasingly relaxed.

Yellow light poured from the dining room. Four people chatted and laughed at the table. The scene below, however, was
incredibly alluring.

Su Chen's middle finger finally couldn't resist the call of her vagina. It sank into the soft flesh, feeling the warm, moist walls
tightly enveloping it, and his finger responded. His mother's hand suddenly tightened, increasing its speed slightly, and her legs
wrapped around his from under the table. Su Chen, intrigued, began a rapid series of thrusts. A blush crept across Su Chen's face
, her gaze towards him filled with longing. He knew Su Chen was aroused, though she never refused his
advances. But the circumstances weren't right...

Su Chen used his free hand to pour Su Yi a glass of water. His fingers, no longer thrusting, gently
caressed her mound, his fingers lightly touching the swollen flesh. He wisely refrained from further
stimulating his mother.

After pouring Yang Qingqing a glass of water, Su Yi calmed herself and gave Su Chen a reproachful glare.

Her eyes told her son, "Stop acting up!"

Since they'd only heard of child prodigies on television news, seeing one in person was rare. Yang Qingqing and Wang Tongtong
had many questions about Su Chen's upbringing. Seizing the opportunity, the mother and daughter bombarded him with strange questions. When they touched
on private matters, Su Chen blushed. Yang Qingqing found the boy's shyness amusing, completely unaware
of how extraordinary the scene under the table appeared to her.

The four of them ate for nearly an hour, chatting for a while afterward until Wang
Tongtong said she needed to go home to shower. Yang Qingqing said to her daughter, "Who told you to play so wildly?
Go home first, Mom will be right there." She got up to clear the dishes.

Su Yi stepped out from her seat, smiling as she stopped her, "Let me do it, Sister Qing, please sit down for a while."

Su Yi seemed a little dazed as she stood up, but still gently pushed her chair under the table.

Su Chen also stood up, and Wang Tongtong took his hand, saying to him, "Don't forget our promise."

Watching Wang Tongtong skip out the door, Su Chen said to his two mothers, "I'll help Mom clear the table too."

Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the kitchen, taking out tissues to wipe the table and chairs.

Yang Qingqing wanted to do something more, but Su Yi firmly held her hand down. Looking at Su Yi's determined expression and seeing
Su Chen's firm stance... Yang Qingqing could only smile at Su Yi and say, "Alright, alright, I'll sit for a while. We'll invite you to
our house for dinner sometime. You have to do what I do then, little sister."

Yang Qingqing walked towards the living room, completely unaware that a beautiful scene was being witnessed by Su Chen, who had just come out of the kitchen. As she stood up, her short
skirt slipped slightly, inadvertently exposing a glimpse of her snow-white skin under the light.
The lace trim of her white, close-fitting undergarments attracted Su Chen's gaze, and her plump buttocks seemed to burst from her skirt in his eyes
. When Yang Qingqing straightened up, the strange sight was immediately concealed, but in that short time, it was enough for Su Chen to etch it
into his mind. The repeated stimulation caused Su Chen to feel a throbbing pain in his lower body. It made him even more eager
to become one with his mother.

He watched the tear-jerking drama on television. This is also
the best way for housewives to pass the time when their husbands are not home ...

"Definitely, definitely. Then I'll have to trouble Sister Qing tomorrow." Su Yi was clearing the dishes on the table, watching Ai'er wipe the water stains on the chair
while Yang Qingqing was away. Just now, Ai'er's fingers had made her lower body wet,
but luckily Ai'er had her slightly raise her lower body and put her skirt behind her buttocks, otherwise there would definitely be marks on the skirt. Looking at
the situation on the chair that took up most of the space, which looked like an abstract painting of buttocks, Su Yi's eyes were full of shyness, but
her voice when responding to Yang Qingqing showed no abnormality.

Due to the layout of the room, there was a glass barrier between the living room and the dining room. Su Chen forcibly suppressed his desire.
Although his mother's gentle comfort was there during the meal, it was far from enough for Su Chen, who was used to savoring his mother's body at home all the time
. Today's situation was truly the first time for the Su family. In addition, Yang Qingqing's unconsciously exuded seductive
charm was like adding fuel to the fire for the young body.

Su Chen quickly cleaned the table, the tissues in his hand flying into the trash can in the corner. He moved
behind his mother, facing the living room, to Yang Qingqing, who was sitting on the sofa with her back to him
. All he could see was her long, black hair.

Su Chen pulled his pants down to his legs, grabbed his mother's legs with both hands, and rolled her skirt up to her waist.
The slippery feeling made him sigh softly. Feeling his mother's body tremble slightly, Su Chen played with her
alluring, high, and pert buttocks for a while, then squatted down beneath her, gazing at the beautiful sight before him.

The neat, black pubic hair he remembered was now a mess, with a full, red slit in the middle.
His large labia had a scent he loved. Su Chen inserted his tongue into her vulva, feeling the tenderness of the inner walls
. His tongue, wet and sticky, would lick out and then slip back in, making soft, seductive sounds. He then stimulated
her swollen clitoris, scraping away and swallowing the newly secreted vaginal fluid. For Su
Chen, this was a delicacy only he could enjoy.

His mother's body was soft and boneless, as if she were using his head as a chair. Her fair legs were draped over his
shoulders, and one hand later gripped his head, pressing it tightly against her abdomen and rubbing until he could barely breathe
before she struggled to stop enjoying the drink.

Looking at the fluid seeping from his mother's vulva, Su Chen suddenly stood up, hastily guiding his erect penis, which had been hovering proudly in
mid-air but had been somewhat neglected by its owner, to his mother's vulva, rubbing against her tender private
parts, the large glans resting on her soft labia.

When Su Chen was teased by his beloved's slightly itchy pubic hair, feeling his usually neatly trimmed
pubic hair intertwined with his beloved's thick, weed-like pubic hair, he imagined them intertwined and inseparable.
Then she remembered what her beloved son had once said to her, pointing to this spot: "There are hundreds of hairs here, representing that we,
Mom and I, will be entangled for thousands of years. No one can separate us." Every time Su Yi recalled this, a
sweet feeling would wash over her.

The fact that he was about to penetrate her caused her voluptuous body to tremble. Her sensitive lower body thanked her son's erect penis, and her powerless body, after receiving the large glans, seemed to follow the position and slowly swallow him
without her son's intervention . 　　Su Yi knew her body was about to collapse, but because Yang Qingqing was in the living room, she still used her last bit of strength to clamp her legs together and suppress her son's surging movements, whispering a reminder, "Be careful..." 　　Burying herself deep in her cloud-like hair, Su Chen kissed his mother's rounded earlobe and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming ." His hands gripped her now limp legs, and with a thrust of his hips, his long-awaited penis surged forward, feeling the already overflowing, wet embrace. 　　Su Chen pulled the flesh in his hands downwards, then stopped abruptly, pressing hard against the deepest part of his mother's body, holding for a moment. After savoring the exquisite pleasure brought by the wetness within his mother's body, he slightly loosened his grip, his hands moving to her full playfully rubbing her nipples with his fingers. 　　Upon hearing Ai'er's reply, Su Yi, always perfectly cooperative, immediately took a deep breath, her hips adjusting to Ai'er's movements. As the hot glans entered her beautiful flower garden, Su Yi let out a sweet moan unheard by anyone. Her jade legs gently twisted, her body slowly sliding down as the thick, hot treasure continued to advance. Unconsciously, her toes trembled slightly, her body arching into a bow shape. At this moment, Su Yi's appearance resembled a beautiful swan stretching its neck in a ballet . 　　When Ai'er filled the emptiness inside her flesh cave completely, feeling that there was no gap between their lower bodies, especially with Ai'er's actions that seemed to want to softly crush her entire body and stuff it inside, Su Yi's body became even hotter. "So comfortable !" Her beautiful eyes shone with intoxicated sunlight, and the movement of her little tongue licking her lips was full of seductive passion. 　　Su Chen lowered his skirt, concealing the bizarre sight of their lower bodies. Only on the gleaming floor tiles beneath their feet could one see that, beneath the white skirt, his beautiful mother's honeyed vulva was greedily biting her son's thick, dark penis, drool dripping down to the base. The 　　mother and son were now entirely supported by Su Chen's young, strong body. Su Yi bit her lower lip , suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her throat, her mind solely focused on her son's physical needs. Finally , glancing at Yang Qingqing watching TV in the living room, Su Yi picked up the dishes and whispered, " Let's go , be careful." 　　Su Chen embraced his mother's slender waist, his hand resting on her flat stomach. He kicked off his pants, and under the light of the dining room, the boy, naked, embraced his beautiful mother. A preparatory movement, like a passionate dance, drew back the curtain on their passionate encounter. 　　"Oh..." As the two took their first step, Su Yi felt the stimulation was more intense than usual . In this furtive atmosphere, Su Yi's mind was filled with only the hot, throbbing penis inside her, and she couldn't help but moan. 　　Although Su Yi lowered her voice, the melodious sound still lingered in the surrounding space, making Su Yi tremble with nervousness. The bowls they held trembled slightly, and the two of them, like two statues, only turned their heads to look back at the living room. Seeing Su Yi's somewhat frightened expression, Su Chen ignored everything else and walked towards the kitchen, which was a few steps away. 　　Clunk, clunk... The slight clinking sound mixed with the suppressed moans from the woman's throat only lingered in the room for a few seconds before disappearing behind the kitchen door, which was quietly closed. Yang Qingqing looked back thoughtfully, but saw nothing. 　　If she had turned around a few seconds earlier, Yang Qingqing might have seen the introverted but polite boy deep within her heart, his bare bottom bobbing, leading his mother into the kitchen. Her newly adopted little sister, like a koala, clung to the boy, wriggling like a snake. But Yang Qingqing only heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. She smiled, not even noticing the shadowy corner she caught a glimpse of; the wailing tragedy typical of the TV drama had completely captured her attention. 　　When Yang Qingqing snapped out of her reverie and saw the tissue Su Chen handed her, she realized she had unconsciously shed tears. 　　"Thank you," Yang Qingqing said, her eyes still a little red. She took the tissue and tidied herself, feeling a little embarrassed by her outburst. "I don't know why I started crying while watching it. It was just so touching ." Yang Qingqing's voice choked slightly. Her thoughts were still immersed in the scene she had just witnessed. 　　Looking again at the mature woman's charming demeanor in Xie Li's room, Su Chen's eyes remained calm and still, his thoughts entirely focused on his mother still tidying up in the kitchen. Unbeknownst to him, he was speaking , rambling on and on. 　　"Aunt Yang, I think it's the little things in life that are truly moving. Every second we live in this world is a fleeting moment in our own youthful history. Everyone is acting out a magnificent movie, one that others can't replicate or experience. These are incomparable to those daydreaming scenarios." 　　Su Chen paused, recalling the days he spent with his mother, and smiled, "For me, what moves me most is having a mother who loves me most in the world. Every day of my life is filled with touching moments..." 　　Su Chen was about to continue speaking when he looked up and saw a tear . She nodded approvingly at Su Chen, her beautiful eyes gazing behind him. 　　Turning around, he saw that Su Yi's eyes were also slightly red. Su Chen knew his mother had overheard his thoughts. He 　　tidied himself and walked safely to the living room. Hearing his mother's words, Su Yi smiled sweetly and looked over. Su Chen also gazed at his charming mother in silence. A thousand words seemed to flow silently between them through their eyes. Seeing the warm , silent atmosphere between mother and son, Yang Qingqing felt even more blessed. 　　Picking up a few more tissues, Yang Qingqing composed herself and was about to say something when her daughter's voice rang out from outside the door : "Mom, Dad's calling."

Whenever her husband, Wang Jianming, could spare some time while away from home, he would call Yang Qingqing.
Despite their frequent separations, Yang Qingqing felt relatively at ease knowing he was away for over 300 days a year.
They had dated for three years during university, and married shortly after graduation when Yang Qingqing became pregnant. After several years
of hard work, Wang Jianming had risen to the position of regional sales manager at his company, while Yang Qingqing stayed home to care for their daughter, providing
him with unwavering support.

Their phone calls often lasted for hours, frequently ending only when Wang Jianming's phone battery died. Yang
Qingqing held a strange anticipation for their long phone conversations.

A glint of admiration flashed in Yang Qingqing's beautiful eyes as she stood up and said, "Sister, you really have a good son. I'll
go answer . Come visit me tomorrow during the day." Yang Qingqing opened the door and
smiled at Su Yi, who had come to the door.

Wang Tongtong peeked her head from beside her mother and said to Su Chen, "Brother, wake me up tomorrow, okay?"

Su Chen gave an "OK" sign, and Wang Tongtong happily pulled Yang Qingqing into their own house across the street, through the wide-open
door.

As the two iron doors slammed shut simultaneously, they also shut out the events that no one knew about.

Once inside, instead of answering the phone, Yang Qingqing first shooed her daughter to bed.
Wang Tongtong took the agreement she had just made with Su Chen very seriously, constantly nagging her mother not to forget to wake her up tomorrow. Yang Qingqing
pinched her daughter's small nose and smiled, "Mommy knows, I definitely won't forget. Tongtong, go to sleep now,
we'll get up early tomorrow." She gently closed her daughter's bedroom door, turned off the appliances,

and walked lightly towards her bedroom. Yang Qingqing's face was flushed with barely concealed desire. She entered the room, immediately locking the door
tightly . Staring at the telephone beside her pillow, she bit her lower lip and walked to the window, closing the curtains and dimming the bedside lamp to a barely perceptible level. Only a faint, floating white light remained in the room, swirling in the air. 　　"Oh—" A soft moan escaped Yang Qingqing's lips. In the dim light, her voluptuous body was revealed with a wave of her hand. Her top, skirt, and underwear were hastily stripped off, scattered across the floor, the bedside, and the corners of the room. 　　In the center of the room, as if by magic, a snow-white body emerged from the darkness. At this moment, Yang Qingqing was like a bewitching witch descended to earth, alluring and seductive. Although she had given birth to a lovely daughter, her abdomen seemed devoid of any excess fat, her buttocks were high and rounded, her waist slender and seemingly impossible to grasp, and the most prominent feature of her exaggerated curves was her two firm, unbound breasts. Any man who saw them would be transformed into a beast. Her usual dignified demeanor in the face of persistent, harassing men had vanished. As she tossed and turned, her chest rose and fell slightly, her nipples like playful sprites drawing patterns incomprehensible to anyone in the dark night. Yang Qingqing, her face flushed, picked up the phone. 　　Meanwhile, in a hotel during his journey, Wang Jianming lay on his bed. When his subordinate, who was supposed to share a room with him, left with a smile, he knew he was probably going to see the beautiful woman he had seen in the lobby. Wang Jianming had no such intentions. Wang Jianming was extremely proud of his beautiful wife, and her increasingly mature beauty after marriage made him , along with his pride, eager to make her a housewife. 　　When he finally heard his wife's voice after a long wait, Wang Jianming certainly hadn't expected what was on the other end of the phone. He had never seen her like this before. If he had known what his conservative wife looked like now, Wang Jianming would have rushed to Yang Qingqing's side immediately , offering her masculine comfort. This was just speculation. Therefore, Wang Jianming would never know that this mature, traditional woman had already taken a small step in exploring sexual matters. 　　In Wang Jianming's mind, his wife was the perfect partner, capable both in public and at home. In university , the honest and kind Wang Jianming was envied by his close friends because of his beautiful girlfriend. On the eve of graduation, Wang Jianming accidentally took Yang Qingqing's virginity while drunk. Even though his wife complained that she had intended to save her virginity for their wedding night, Wang Jianming still felt some regret that neither of them had fully savored their first time. 　　Their marriage was a case of "getting married before marriage." After graduation, Wang Jianming hastily married Yang Qingqing, who was pregnant, while looking for a job. He worked incredibly hard for their family. However, as his position rose, the time he spent away from home increased dramatically, leaving his beautiful wife alone at home. 　　Wang Jianming also had a private matter he found difficult to discuss regarding their sex life. The traditional Yang Qingqing only wanted one position in their marital sex life, but Wang Jianming, due to a slight inferiority complex stemming from his small penis, was unable to bring her to a passionate state. Because of this, his desires were limited. 　　Furthermore, years of busy, fast-paced work caused him to suffer from neurasthenia and frequent headaches, which manifested as premature ejaculation. Although Yang Qingqing valued her husband's health and tried to help him improve his health when he was home on rest, their sex life remained infrequent, and the overall quality of their sex life remained low. 　　For Wang Jianming, his home, with its beautiful and virtuous wife and lovely daughter, was always his safe haven . His hard work was best rewarded when he returned home to see his family. The idea of making up for past regrets and enjoying life was also brewing in his heart. 　　"Once I go back to work at headquarters, I'll take a good rest for a while, and then find a big hospital to cure this problem," 　　Wang Jianming thought, listening to his wife's sweet voice and glancing at his slightly erect but short penis under the covers. This was a secret he hadn't told Yang Qingqing. 　　Hearing her husband's deep, resonant voice, with its captivating quality befitting a broadcaster, was one of the reasons Yang Qingqing had initially attracted him. The couple, separated by distance, chatted intimately. Yang Qingqing listened to her husband's work-related stories and recounted her day's experiences, including her family, relatives, new neighbors, and the gifted young boy. 　　Yang Qingqing sometimes chuckled softly, and sometimes playfully feigned anger. Her idle hands roamed freely over her body, slowly igniting the dormant volcano of desire, causing a surge of passion to reverberate within her. Within her contorted flesh, it was as if a demon was silently crying out. 　　Her breasts, already perky from the constant caresses, rippled with each tremor. The round, rosy areolas expanded. 　　Her nipples stood proudly atop those two majestic peaks. How long had passed? To satisfy the body's itch...

The hand that had been caressing her genitals rubbed them hard a few times, then the fingers eagerly plunged into the honey-dripping opening, touching
the sensitive spots inside her body. Yang Qingqing covered the receiver with her hand, unable to help but let out a groan that Wang Jianming couldn't hear.
Then, she just kept going, "Mmm, oh," to her husband.

Her full body used the strength of her legs and head to lift her plump buttocks off the bed, thrusting violently upwards, constantly
meeting the thrusts of the fingers. Her agile movements and charming expression made her look like a musician intently
playing a piece of music...

On her soaring vulva, the rosy petals bloomed like flowers of life in the night, constantly
exuding a primal allure of fragrance. The lush pubic hair even adorned and covered the tightly closed anus,
perfectly matching Yang Qingqing's ripe peach-like figure and her current wanton expression.

Yang Qingqing continued to thrust her fingers in and out, stimulating her swollen clitoris until it appeared even larger. Adjusting the angle,
she reached every itchy corner of her lower body, her fingers leaving glistening trails of moisture with each thrust.

Though a faint shyness lingered on her face, Yang Qingqing was already intoxicated by the faithful sensations her body was giving her. Her body
trembled and quivered like a water snake. When that wonderful feeling returned, Yang Qingqing clutched the phone tightly in her hand, pressed the pillow firmly
against her head, and her trembling body shook violently. It lingered and spun at its peak before gently
settling onto the already disheveled bed. Her fingers felt the wet, sticky fluid gushing out urgently, spreading from beneath her now-lying thighs
. Yang Qingqing's mind once again tasted that familiar paradise of passion that her husband could never provide
.

The room, filled with a languid atmosphere, finally quieted down, with only the faint, muffled moans and
unpleasant odors lingering in the air.

Taking a deep breath and removing the pillow, Yang Qingqing held her hand up to her eyes, scrutinizing it closely. In the dim light
, her white palms seemed coated with a greasy white film. She blinked her dazed eyes
, then licked her fingers, which were resting near her lips. The metallic taste jolted her
awake.

"What am I doing?!" A wave of shame washed over her, rising from her toes to her numb head.

Her narrow social circle, having only known her husband, led her to believe all men were the same
. Her instinctive aversion to men who fawned over her appearance kept this woman, raising a
ten-year-old daughter, as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Despite her radiant appearance,
the beauty of a mature woman, except for the barely perceptible sorrow in her eyes, remained undiminished despite the absence of her husband's care after entering her thirties
.

As her daughter grew older, Yang Qingqing worried less and had
more surface, stirring up restless thoughts that had always disturbed her peace of mind. This act of passion provided her with release,
allowing her to sleep soundly and no longer toss and turn in the middle of the night.

"Things will be better once my husband is transferred back to head office, " Yang Qingqing
thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, a mixture of satisfaction and weariness.

The lights in the apartment buildings dwindled with time. A gentle night breeze rustled
the trees lining the road. The moon shone brightly, showering the world with its light. All was silent, the earth
shrouded in a hazy veil, obscuring anything from a distance.

On the balcony next to Yang Qingqing's house, a white, translucent body lay on a straw mat, gently embraced by the moonlight.
Her rounded buttocks were covered by hands, assertively declaring their territory. Her

fair, jade-like skin shone with a delicate, visible glow, her slender waist rising to a perfect curve.
Her jet-black hair veiled her face, nestled beneath the man's neck. Her arms were wrapped around him, and in the bright
moonlight, the woman used the comfortable cushion beneath her as a bed, sleeping with the man's neck intertwined. Their legs were tightly entwined
, and beneath their close bodies, patches of moisture were scattered everywhere. The man, bathed in moonlight, smiled contentedly, lost
in a deep dream.

Moths buzzed and danced outside the window, flitting about on the enclosed glass of the balcony, unable to
get inside. Even the few that managed to escape were quickly eliminated by mosquito killers installed by the thoughtful homeowner, serving as
proof of their duty. Incense filled the space, and a small fan whirred gently, bringing coolness to the sealed area.

"Eek—" The woman, who seemed to be asleep, gently lifted her head and made a sound. She propped herself up slightly,
looking at the man beneath her, carefully trying not to make a sound, but a soft gasp escaped her lips as she lifted herself, before
slowly falling back to her original position. Everything returned to normal.

Turning around, her face appeared in the moonlight. It was Su Yi. Her cheeks were flushed, a satisfied smile played on her lips
, and several hickeys lingered on her neck. Her disheveled hair added to her alluring aura.
The only thing that drew attention to her bare breasts was their rounded shape, which, when she bent over, resembled full peaches.

Su Yi bit down on a stray strand of hair, enduring the throbbing pain in her lower body and
the dizziness in her head. Looking down at her beloved son's hands on her buttocks, she realized that his middle finger was playfully inserted into her anus
, only the tip protruding. No wonder she had been startled by that strange sensation when she stood up earlier.

"This child..." Gazing tenderly at her beloved daughter's sleeping face, Su Yi gently combed
her hair, rubbing her breasts against her daughter's body before letting them massage her. Su
Yi lifted her head and lightly kissed her daughter's chin, a few strands of hair falling causing her daughter to murmur in dissatisfaction. The sudden movement of her body made Su
Yi quickly lie still, but she felt a tight touch on two parts of her body, as if it had penetrated
deeper .

"Ah!" Su Yi chuckled, feeling both amused and exasperated, and nestled back into her daughter's embrace.

"You!" she whispered softly, gently rotating her daughter's two favorite fleshy buttocks, rubbing her tender
flesh against her clitoris. She reached behind her daughter's back and grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers, and gently squeezed her anus. Watching
her beloved son gradually smile even in his sleep, as if sensing his mother's good intentions, Su Yi felt a surge of happiness
filling her heart...

When her hand, which was stroking her son's head, stopped on his shoulder, Su Yi noticed that her son was sweating and worried that pressing on
his head might be bad for his health.

Su Yi held her breath quietly, first taking her beloved son's free hand from his buttocks to his head. Her intertwined legs wrapped around
his waist, but as she tried to exert force, she felt the stimulation her son was giving her, making it impossible to work. Finally,
she could only turn around by holding his neck, their bodies now nestled against his broad chest
in a side-lying position. Su Yi let out a soft breath, her jade-like face flushed, her firm breasts pressing against his body,
her beautiful eyes gazing at him. She looked at her lifelong support.

Su Yi processed the images in her mind, slowly etching the day's events into her memory. They fell asleep sweetly, nestled together.

The years turned…

A scene from her dream:

"Mom…Mom, Mom…Mom," babbling Chenchen toddled towards her. She clapped her hands and tilted her
head listening to her son's first call.

Her face, always unintentionally streaked with tears, her dark and closed heart, strengthened by her son's daily growth, resolutely
dispelled the shadows within. It also brought her a gentle smile.

The strange looks from others made her willing to stay in her room every day with her beloved son, only exposing
her breasts so her son could suckle with relish. She often sat in the room for most of the day
without moving, and when the feeling of abandonment often overwhelmed her, only holding her son brought her peace. Watching her
baby eat when hungry and sleep when he ate, she felt a warmth against her chest. The wounds of her past were
slowly erased by this warmth. Until her son was weaned, her nipple was practically always in his mouth.

Even if the whole world were gone, as long as you are here, my baby. She held her son tightly. This one and only treasure
.

...

Another dream scene:

Su Chen was a little over five years old and ready to go to school. He had a small face that looked just like hers, and her lovely and sensible son, growing up,
occupied her entire heart. The smile that had vanished returned to her face. Her thoughts were entirely focused
on her son, taking meticulous care of him in every way, big or small, fearing that he might be uncomfortable or wronged in any way. When her son
was unhappy, Su Yi became even more listless, lacking energy for anything.

During the peaceful days, Su Yi patiently taught her beloved son to read and write, bathed him, and at night
held him against her bare chest as she slowly fell asleep.

Until one day,

Su Yi was carefully preparing dinner in her room when she saw her son, who should have been playing outside
, rushing into the house crying with a swollen little face. Her heart skipped a beat; not knowing what had happened, she rushed over, gently
rubbing the bruise. Su Yi asked with heartache, "Chenchen, what happened? Tell Mommy,
where else does it hurt besides here?" Oh dear, it's all bruised! Looking at her son's injury, Su Yi frantically checked his
body from head to toe.

Just as she was about to go inside to get some money to take her son to the hospital for a checkup, her son looked up, his round eyes filled with fear
, at Su Yi, who was gently blowing on his face. He said, "I'll never play with them again.
They said I'm a child without a father." He lowered his head pitifully. "They said bad things about Mom. I was so
angry, so I fought with them."

Su Yi's body trembled; she hadn't expected her son to be injured for such a reason. Looking at her precious son's
swollen face, her heart ached, and words stuck in her throat. Only tears streamed down

her face. Su Chen gently wiped away Su Yi's tears with his little hands. Seeing his weeping mother, Su Chen said with a slightly panicked face
, "Mommy, don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all. I'll never play with them again. I'll be good, Mommy,
don't cry..."

She hugged her understanding son tightly, kissed his ear, and tears streamed down her face even more. Choking back tears, she said, "Mommy,
don't cry, Mommy will never cry again..."

After carefully examining Su Chen's body, Su Yi discovered that only his face was severely swollen and no other parts were injured. Only
then did Su Yi abandon the idea of going to the hospital, and a huge weight was lifted from her heart. Neither mother nor son mentioned that taboo word again.
The obedient son tried his best to cheer up the somewhat gloomy Su Yi.

When Su Yi lay naked on the bed, holding her equally naked son, watching him grab her
soft breasts and roll around in her arms, constantly kneading the breasts he had always touched since childhood, a thought began to swirl in Su Yi's mind
.

Su Yi gently clamped her son's small, toy-like genitals between her legs, using the soft hair of her genitals to cover them,
thus restraining her restless son. Her son's chubby little face rested perfectly on her high, firm breasts. One nipple
was already being bitten by him, while the other was being played with by his little hand, a gesture he loved to use to comfort
him. Knowing that he would soon fall asleep like this, Su Yi gently hugged her son's smooth back and finally
asked softly, "Chenchen, do you want your daddy?"

Releasing the nipple from his mouth, Su Chen looked up and replied, "I don't want a daddy, I just want to be with Mommy
." She knew that mentioning that word would make her mother sad and depressed. The obedient Su Chen lowered his head and began
to tease the nipples with his little tongue again, moving from one side to the other.

This made the mounds of flesh in front of Su Chen stand tall and firm, the soft, smooth pads beneath them always so soft and slippery, without exception, as long as Su Chen could remember
. Su Chen also learned his mother's little secret: doing this made his mother feel very
comfortable. Just like now, her whole body would relax, and when his mother was comfortable, she would fall asleep, and when she was asleep, she wouldn't be
sad anymore. The little child's heart held beautiful hopes.

Su Yi let out a soft breath, the tingling sensation in her chest making her feel as if her bones had gone soft, and she remained silent. Su Yi
hugged her son tightly. Her son was a miracle bestowed upon her by heaven; without him, she might not be in this world anymore
.

The intimate sleeping position of the two of them, naked, did not bother Su Yi. Only by holding her son could Su Yi fall asleep peacefully.

In a corner of her mind, old nightmares stubbornly peeked out, wanting to torment Su Yi's mind again
. The faces and scenes she once regarded as nightmares appeared in her dream, and Su Yi's cries and struggles were futile.

Su Yi could not escape, and just as the scene she hated was about to reappear in her dream, a ray of light
pierced through the space. The face slowly replaced her son's face, and the pitch-black dream scene turned into bright white. In reality,
Su Yi's trembling body, covered in cold sweat, slowly calmed down, and her pale face gradually regained its color.

In her dream, Su Yi reached out and embraced her son's dark body, which consisted only of his head. A feeling of everyday happiness filled
her heart, yet a chill emanated from his body. "You are my angel, my baby." The lower half that had once made her vomit was now held
tightly arms. "Even if you are a devil, Mom will go to hell with you." A soft chuckle escaped her subconscious.
"How embarrassing, why am I having such a dream?" Su Yi couldn't resist the drowsiness. The dream finally ended.

Another dream scene:

...

Time flew by. For Su Yi, the peaceful and happy days flew by until Su Chen was over thirteen years old, only then
pausing slightly in her hurried pace.

After starting school, Su Chen displayed a talent for learning, skipping grades repeatedly over the years. Thanks to Su Yi's
companionship, his self-study achievements were unparalleled. His grades consistently ranked first in his grade.
Watching her increasingly gifted son grow, Su Yi was naturally overjoyed.

Every day at home was always so sweet. Su Chen, who had never left his mother's side since childhood, read books. The two
did everything together at home. Su Yi and her son especially loved the time they spent studying together. They would snuggle together
, Su Yi supervising her son's revision. Su Chen would even change his reading style, fulfilling his quirky requests
.

As time slowly passed, Su Yi would often gaze at her son's youthful face for too long, lost in thought, intensely
feeling the joy that her beloved son's growth brought her. These warm moments sank into Su Yi's heart, etched into her mind.
Perhaps this was the fundamental reason why her son skipped grades, Su Yi thought.

Su Chen's rapidly growing height made him look like a little adult, a head taller than his peers, making Su
Yi wonder if her son was destined to be different from others in everything. From a young age, Su Chen was
healthy and loved by everyone, thanks to Su Yi's nurturing.

Su Yi's appearance shocked onlookers. Fortunately, she didn't go out often, otherwise her and her son's door would have been overrun with visitors.

Over a decade of quiet life had passed, and Su Yi's youthful face had only gained a touch of allure.
She seemed blessed by heaven, retaining a girlish appearance while her increasingly full-figured mature body made her look like a sister and brother standing next to her son.
Su Chen felt sorry for his delicate mother, and now Su Chen made most of the decisions at home, and Su Yi was happy to let her
only son make the choices.

For Su Yi, the happy years since Su Chen's birth had gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows
. She no longer had nightmares, although the scenes in her dreams about her son always made her blush. It's often
said that a mother and son are connected at heart, but Su Yi could be said to be one heart and one mind. She had given so much; Su Yi's heart beat only for her son
. She no longer cared about herself.

One afternoon, the mother recalled one of the countless moments they had shared in her mind. Let's flip through Su Yi's memories
to see how the mother and son interacted.

The concrete ground between the buildings, scorched by the blazing sun, was unbearably hot, the rising steam staining the sun-kissed
skin of passersby a reddish hue. The oppressive heat caused people living in these concrete jungles to turn on their appliances, cursing the damned
weather. Inside the room, however, the mother and son were engaged in a fun game.

The southern summer was truly hot. Su Yi splashed cold water, feeling the coolness
trickle down her snow-white skin. Soon, both mother and son were soaking wet. Standing behind her son , who was beginning to show signs of masculinity
, she first lathered his chest and back with soap, then, holding his shoulders, she used her full
breasts to massage him.

"Oh—" the son, who had been standing still, uttered a comfortable, satisfied sound. He wrapped one arm around Su Yi's
slender waist , his gaze fixed straight ahead. His fingers playfully teased the pubic hair clinging to Su Yi's wet, soft skin.

An unusually erect penis stood in mid-air, pubic hair growing thickly, and in a few years it
would cover the area around the penis like an adult man's.

In the hazy image, in a small space, a mature woman raised her buttocks and breasts, her hands gripping the shoulders of the boy who
was still trying to approach her broad chest, passionately performing breast sex on the young body in front of her, her face
containing a hint of holiness. However, the image of her bare, round buttocks rubbing against the boy's arm
looked incredibly lewd. This was the scene reflected in Su Yi's eyes by the mirror on the wall.

Su Yi chuckled, looking at the mirror in surprise. Her son had brought such a large block of ice home and had been fiddling with it for a long
time, and she, who had been helping him, knew exactly what he was thinking. After dinner, her son had hurriedly pulled her inside.

Now, seeing where the boy's gaze was following in the mirror, Su Yi coquettishly swayed her snow-white buttocks
a little more, and her alluring figure quickly received a response. Her son tightened his grip, slapping her twitching
buttocks with a sharp crack, reminding Su Yi to pause.

The scene in the mirror shifted again. Two fleshy creatures danced cheek-to-cheek, the suspicious thing being that only one
person was moving. Ignoring the age difference, the woman seemed to be serving her husband. The one being served remained silent
, simply enjoying the pleasurable caresses. After a moment, the scene in the mirror changed again, this time the young man was serving his
wife, carefully caressing her entire body, the coolness making her inner walls tremble.

Watching her son, refreshed and smiling, knowing he was waiting for the final step, Su Yi
glanced at the mirror one last time. The young man's gaze met hers in the mirror, and they smiled sweetly at each other. Su Yi pulled her long hair
back. Turning away from the mirror, she was already kneeling at her son's feet, her gentle gaze fixed on his face high above.
Her cherry-like lips took his penis into her mouth, and her son let out a satisfied sigh. Su Yi's arms encircled
his hips, and she followed his steps as he walked after the door opened.

He walked slowly, waiting for her. His penis and Su Yi's lips seemed glued together
, tightly enveloped. Su Yi sucked with her nimble tongue, her teeth carefully avoiding
hurting him. The journey wasn't long; soon Su Yi felt they were at the bedside, lying on it
in the same position. She felt her son holding her hair, gently stroking it, and hearing his voice: "Mom,
remember to wake me around 2 o'clock."

He deepened the sensation of his penis in her mouth, and Su Yi vaguely replied. She felt her son's long breaths. Su Yi also
drifted into a hazy wait.

When did it begin? A question lingered in her heart. Although her heart was still troubled by last year's experiences...
A lingering fear lingered, but the image gradually surfaced in her mind:

her son's birthday last year. It marked the beginning of a new life for the mother and son.

Su Chen's transfer to a new school meant living in a new city. The prestigious high school offered free tuition; it was just a matter of
how many years Su Chen would stay. Perhaps two years, perhaps one. Su Yi
had no doubt about her son's genius.

Their new home was nestled beside the beautiful Ziyun Lake. From the balcony, one could see the lake hills faintly visible on the horizon and the
jade-green water. A gentle breeze wafted in and out of the house from the distant lake. For Su Chen, a woman like a recluse
, this place was perfect. Most importantly, with her beloved son by her side, anywhere was the best.

Having just started school at the city's prestigious high school, Su Chen suggested a trip to
Ziyun . Su Yi, who never refused her son's requests, had no objections.

After dinner, they enjoyed a wonderful time reading. During this time, Su Chen complained about how, despite his rapid growth,
he still looked short. Su Yi had to whisper words of comfort before finally leaving the house. It

was rare for Su Yi to go out, but she wore a white dress, her skin, long deprived of sunlight, appearing exceptionally fair and jade-like.

Her pure and charming face, and the angelic smile she gave while leaning against her son, drew
the attention of passersby. Su Chen, seeing this, stood tall beside his mother, trying to protect her, but his less-than-ideal physique
could hide the men's prying eyes.

Seeing this, Su Chen made a face and said to Su Yi, "Mom, I must grow taller."

Su Yi smiled sweetly at her son. Their stunning beauty made the bored men who were staring at them
lose their senses. By the time the owners of those gazes realized what was happening, Su Chen had already quickly left with Su Yi, leaving only Su Yi's beautiful
silhouette in the eyes of onlookers.

To avoid disturbing his mother's rare moment of enjoyment, Su Chen deliberately chose quiet paths along the lake
.

Feeling the gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the lapping of the lake against the shore, the mother and son stopped talking
, lost in the harmonious chorus of nature. They did
n't notice that as they walked deeper into the forest, although the scenery became increasingly beautiful, the number of people dwindled. They were completely oblivious to their surroundings. Su Chen was
happy to be able to walk with his mother.

When a cold glint appeared between the green trees, and a menacing face stood before Su Yi, three lewd men
surrounded the mother and son with daggers.

Attracted by Su Yi's beautiful face, their wanton gazes roamed over her entire body. Su Yi could only
shrink as much as possible behind her son, avoiding the menacing looks that seemed to want to strip her clothes off. Hearing the men's words, Su Yi
's heart grew colder.

"We'll borrow this woman to play with, you don't mind, do you?" the long-haired man said menacingly to Su Chen.

He looked at the beautiful young woman who was trying to hide behind the little boy. The man swallowed hard. "Damn,
it'd be worth dying for just one time." A while ago, the three had their first sexual encounter—a gang rape—where they had taken advantage of a young woman
for half the night. The woman's husband was limp as a worm; they hadn't even lifted a finger before offering their wife up, lying on the ground and watching the whole thing unfold.
It was a movie where they were the leading ladies. The smooth, throbbing flesh beneath them
still seemed to linger in their groins, fueled by their daydreams. The three could
n't resist wandering around the area again, hoping to encounter something like that again.

Seeing the three men's lewd gazes, Su Chen, who had lived with his mother since childhood, puffed out his chest and said, "No,
you don't mind, right?" His fingers rapidly wrote "Run" on Su Yi's tightly clenched hand. He felt
a jolt . Before the mother and son could exchange another word, the three men made their move.

The burly, fat-faced man thrust his dagger towards Su Chen's chest. Deliberately
brandishing the blade in Su Chen's sight, the round-faced man threatened, "Itching for a beating, haven't you had enough?"

The three men, seeing Su Yi shouting loudly, rushed forward together, fearing something might happen, even though the location was secluded.
The fat-faced man dealt with Su Chen, while the long-haired and square-faced men pounced on the lustful body.

Su Chen's clever mind came into play in the early stages of the fight to protect her mother. Using her speed, she managed to shake off
the fat-faced , then used all her strength to slam the square-faced man into the long-haired man, seizing this precious opportunity.

Su Yi was pushed out of the encirclement by Su Chen, who turned to face the approaching fat-faced man, shouting, "Mom, run!

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