Playing with mother

Chapter One: The Journey of a Little Hand

It was drizzling outside. My mother and I had dinner together.

After dinner, I went to the TV as usual to watch my favorite program, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about the scene of secretly touching my mother's vulva last night. Since my father was away on a business trip, and my mother was afraid of being lonely, she asked me to sleep with her.

These past few days, my best friend in class, Da Niao, had been bringing me adult magazines, which made me interested in women's bodies. I even glanced at Xiao Wen, the ugly girl in my class, to see how developed she was.

The woman I interact with most is my mother, so these past few days I've been paying close attention to her every word and action. Although my mother has started to show crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, her fair skin and alluring figure are still quite attractive to me.

Last night, my mother and I lay back to back in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother. I gritted my teeth and decided to secretly touch my mother's vulva.

I pretended to be asleep and turned over, gently pressing down on my mother's body. She didn't react much, just curled up and continued sleeping.

So, I mustered my courage and carefully slipped my hand under the covers. It was warm inside, and my heart pounded rapidly, my throat dry. I swallowed hard and lightly touched my mother's buttocks with the pad of my index finger. My heart skipped a beat. "Ah!!!" My mother was only wearing underwear.

My hand traced along her round buttocks, moving to her inner thighs, trying to find a way in. My little hand cautiously advanced, but was suddenly blocked by barbed wire. It turned out that my mother's pubic hair was peeking out from the edge of her panties.

I gently stroked her pubic hair with my fingers. At that moment, my penis throbbed painfully. I reached my other hand into my pants and started stroking it.

"Mmm..." I groaned softly, feeling so good!

My hand, still under the covers, continued its advance, breaking through the barbed wire and reaching the entrance to the fortress. I had initially planned to sneak in through the edge of my mother's panties, but her back was to me, and her legs were curled up together, making the gap at the edge of her panties too small to insert my fingers.

Then a sudden thought struck me: although I couldn't directly touch my mother's vulva, I could caress it through her panties. So I withdrew my forces from the main entrance and circled around to my mother's buttocks. Relying on my memory from pornographic magazines, I carefully searched for my target.

Oh, my fingers suddenly touched a small mound—was this where my mother's vulva was? Then I gently pressed up and down with my index and middle fingers, and I could clearly feel a slight emptiness in the middle. Yes, this was where my mother's vulva was. I was incredibly excited, and even my hand, which was stroking my penis, quickened its pace.

I used my index and middle fingers to rub my mother's vulva in an arc in the center of the mound. After a while, warm, moist air began to emerge, and my mother's panties became slightly damp. I changed my approach again, changing the arc to a straight line, stroking back and forth along the gap in the middle of the mound from one end to the other.

"Mmm..." Mom murmured. My heart skipped a beat, and my hands froze, afraid to move lest Mom discover me. The air seemed to freeze. After a while, seeing that Mom didn't react, I quickly and gently pulled my hand out from under her blanket.

I was overjoyed, firstly because Mom hadn't discovered what I'd done to her, and more importantly, because I had finally touched her vulva through her underwear.

I quietly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and released all the pent-up energy. I calmed myself down in the bathroom, then went to Mom's bedside. Seeing her slightly flushed face, she looked incredibly alluring. I thought to myself: I must have you. I climbed back into

bed and lay down. Mom's slightly flushed face remained in my mind, and I soon drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, you lazybones, get up! You'll be late for school!" Mom called out, waking me up.

I lazily replied, "Okay, I know."

I threw back the covers, turned around, and got up. Looking down, I saw a curly hair lying where Mom had been sleeping. It must be Mom's pubic hair. I quickly gathered it up and tucked it under the mattress on my side of the bed.

"Tianming (that's my name), what are you daydreaming about? Come help me." It turned out Mom had asked me to help her carry rice in the kitchen; she was tidying up.

Chapter Two: A Feast for the Senses

I followed behind Mom. Today, her back view was exceptionally sexy. She was wearing black leggings that perfectly outlined her lower body. The curves were alluring; her buttocks were plump and slightly upturned, swaying as she walked. Because Mom is 165 cm tall, her legs looked straight and long under her loose casual t-shirt.

Mom's figure hadn't changed with age, which was inseparable from her usual exercise and scientific diet.

The sight before me made me extremely excited, and my penis swelled to its limit. I reached down to my crotch and gently pressed my penis to calm it down, and I slightly increased the distance between myself and Mom, afraid that she would discover my secret.

Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen. I heard my mother say, "Sigh, it's really impossible to have a man in the house. It's so inconvenient to do anything. You're only 16, and I'm already making you do this heavy work."

I said, "Mom, it's okay, I'm here. Didn't you say I'm all grown up?" But in my heart, I was thinking, "A man? Humph, I'm going to be your man."

"Good job, Tianming, you're a little man," my mother said.

I was a little annoyed and said to my mother, "What do you mean 'little'? A man is a man, why add 'little'?"

My mother quickly coaxed me, "Okay, okay, okay. Tianming is a man, just like his father. Come here, go to the other end of this rice bag, let's swing it together to the wall behind you, make some room, and tidy this up properly."

I went to the opposite side of my mother, grabbed one corner of the rice bag with both hands, and said to my mother, "I'll count to two, then we'll both pull."

My mother said to me, "I'll follow every man's command."

I quickly asked, "Everything?"

My mother said, "Yes, when your father isn't home, I'll listen to you in everything."

I smiled, secretly pleased, and said to my mother, "Come on, "Mom, let's make a pinky promise, okay?"

Mom shook her head and smiled wryly at me, saying, "Come on, my little man."

I held out my hand, and Mom hooked my finger with hers, saying, "I reckon you're the first man in the world to hook your finger with mine."

I chuckled twice and said to Mom, "Thank you, Mom, you flatter me."

Mom pointed at me and said, "You, you...you little devil. Okay, let's stop talking and get to work on the rice bag. Mom has a lot of work to do. Be careful, keep your body a little distance from the bag when you lift it, don't get your clothes dirty."

I immediately replied, "Okay, I'll be careful."

I gripped one corner of the rice bag with both hands and said to Mom, "1...2."

Mom and I pulled at the same time, lifting our arms. Suddenly, two small bulges appeared before my eyes. It turned out that because Mom's upper body was straight and her arms were straining, her loose t-shirt was clinging tightly to her chest, and her breasts were clearly visible, with the bra marks clearly visible on them.

My pent-up desire reignited. So big, so round! Mom's breasts must be so beautiful. A surge of lust welled up inside me; I wanted to see the true face of those "peaks." Unfortunately, a veil blocked my view.

I secretly decided that tonight's plan had a new target: to stealthily touch Mom's breasts.

With Mom and I working together, the rice bag was moved. Mom, one hand on her hip, the other gently stroking her hair, said breathlessly, "Tianming, that's enough. You don't need to help anymore. Wash your hands and go watch TV. There's still some work to do."

I completely ignored her words, my eyes fixed on her chest. From the earlier work, Mom's breathing was a little rapid, her chest rising and falling.

"Hey," Mom called out, startling me awake.

Mom smiled and said, "What are you looking at? My man, it's alright here."

I was sweating and nervous, stammering, "Nothing." Afraid Mom would discover something, I quickly turned around and said, "It's nothing, I'm leaving." I hurried out of the kitchen.

I washed and dried my hands. I went to the TV, sat on the sofa, and recalled the glimpse of Mom's breasts and full hips I had just seen. I thought to myself, Mom isn't old at all. This strengthened my resolve; I must win Mom's heart.

Chapter Three: Fantasy and Self-Entertainment

Just as I was lost in my thoughts of my mother's ample hips and breasts, she came up behind me and said, "Tianming, Mom is very tired from working and sweating a lot. I need to take a shower to relax. Do you need to go to the toilet (the toilet and bathroom are connected, so you can't use the toilet while showering)?"

I turned around and said, "Mom, you go ahead, I don't need to.

" My mother then said, "Tianming, go to sleep in a bit. You have to get up early for school tomorrow, don't be late."

I said, "Okay, Mom, go take a shower. This program is almost over, I'll go to sleep soon."

My mother turned and went back to her bedroom, but I kept staring at her back, or more accurately, at her hips. Only when I heard the door close did I reluctantly turn around. I thought to myself, "Mom's plump hips have such a beautiful curve, like a crescent moon. How wonderful it would be if I could press my little brother against them and rub it back and forth in the cleft of her hips.

" A "creak" pulled me back to reality from my fantasy. I turned around and looked... I saw my mother, her hair pulled back, a few strands falling across her face, wearing a white, knee-length bathrobe, carrying a change of clothes, emerge from the bedroom. She gave me a sweet smile, which I returned, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.

As she turned, her bathrobe billowed slightly, revealing a clear view of her thighs, just above the knees. Her long, smooth, white thighs were flawless—perfect. Heaven had truly favored my mother, giving her the best of everything.

The air around her seemed to brighten, as if colorful confetti were scattering around her. Even the strands of hair falling across her face seemed to vie for attention, fluttering close to her cheeks, as if only in this moment did they appear truly beautiful.

At that moment, my mother possessed a mature beauty tinged with a classical charm. My heart pounded, my blood raced, and I desperately wanted to pin her down and conquer her, but I knew it was absolutely impossible.

Immediately, I bit my lip to calm myself down a bit.

The sound of the shower, "splash, splash," came from the shower. Without me noticing, Mom had already entered the bathroom and started showering.

I wondered what Mom would look like naked in the shower. She must be even more beautiful, I was certain. In the steamy bathroom, Mom held the showerhead, streams of water spraying onto her smooth, soft skin, exploding into tiny beads that bounced up, some landing on the floor, others falling back onto her skin, tracing her perfect curves from top to bottom. Mom held the showerhead in

one hand, while the other hand rubbed her swaying body with shower gel. At this moment, Mom's cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she was humming softly. She slightly bent her legs, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, making them appear even more pert. A large stream of water flowed down Mom's smooth back, along her buttocks, and straight to her vulva. Due to the water flow, Mom's pubic hair became matted together. Water trickled from the tips of the matted hair onto the floor.

With a "plop," the showerhead slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor, spraying water with a hissing sound.

Mom sat up, picked up the shower gel, and lathered her entire body, her delicate skin appearing and disappearing like a thin veil.

Then Mom moved to the bathroom wall, legs slightly apart, one leg straight, the other bent with the toes touching the ground, leaning her back against the wall.

Mom placed her hands on her thighs, using the shower gel for lubrication, rubbing her rounded thighs up and down, left and right, making a "shush" sound. Accompanied by Mom's "mmm" sounds, her hands moved up to the groin, her thighs slightly clasping her hands.

Mom began to rub her vulva back and forth along the outer edge of her labia majora with both hands, the pubic hair rubbing together making a "tsk tsk" sound. She twisted her body, her hips moving in circles, then tilted her head back, bumping it against the wall, her lips parted wide, panting heavily towards the ceiling.

After a while, her moans grew louder, longer, and deeper. "Mmm...mmm..." sounds escaped her lips.

Then, Mom slowly withdrew her hands from between her legs, spreading her fingers to make maximum contact with her skin. Slowly, slowly, she moved them from her thighs, down her lower abdomen, gently rubbing twice, then moving upwards. Mom took a deep breath, her breathing becoming more even.

When the base of her palms touched the bottom of her breasts, she stopped moving them, using the base of her palms to support the bottom of her breasts, rubbing them in circles. Mom's breasts swayed up and down, back and forth in front of her eyes. As her breasts swayed to their highest point, she lowered her head, extended her thin tongue, and licked her nipples as far as she could.

Her breathing quickened again, and she moved her hands up her breasts, completely enveloping them. She pressed her palms against her nipples, joined her outstretched fingers, and squeezed her breasts back and forth. Milky white bath gel was squeezed out between her fingers, flowing between them.

Her head turned back and forth, her hair falling loosely around her face. Her buttocks pressed against the bathroom wall, rubbing up and down. She made soft "mmm" sounds.

After a while, perhaps tired, she leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and slowly sat down on the floor. Then, one hand placed on her breast, kneading it back and forth, while the other hand cupped her vulva with four fingers, rubbing it back and forth.

Gradually, her body trembled slightly, and she moaned softly. Her legs spread wider, her labia majora slightly parted, and her clitoris swelled. Mom pinched her clitoris between her index and middle fingers, rubbing her vulva, occasionally lightly touching the entrance of her vagina with her middle finger. Vaginal fluid began to flow from her vulva, gradually covering her hands.

Then, Mom used her middle finger to push against her vulva and inserted it into her vagina, all the way to the base of her finger, squeezing out all the vaginal fluid and letting it flow onto the floor. Mom let out a deep "Oh!" Then, Mom's middle finger moved quickly in and out of her vagina. When it withdrew, it caused the tender flesh of her vaginal opening to turn inside out, and more vaginal fluid flowed down her finger, gradually forming a small puddle of water under Mom's buttocks.

A moment later, Mom stood up. Because her buttocks were covered in vaginal fluid, a silvery line appeared as she stood. She took a bath towel and placed it on the floor, kneeling down, leaning forward, lifting her buttocks, supporting herself with one forearm, and reaching her other hand under her abdomen to her vagina, inserting her middle finger in and out.

Mom swayed her plump, pert buttocks, responding to the thrusting of her middle finger.

"Oh," she groaned frequently, shaking her head vigorously. Suddenly, Mom's body shuddered violently, her buttocks trembling slightly, her legs clamping tightly around the hand at her vagina, remaining still. Soon, a large amount of vaginal fluid dripped from between her fingers onto the floor.

Suddenly, I felt a sticky feeling in my crotch. It turned out that while fantasizing about Mom showering, I had unconsciously reached into my pants and masturbated, ejaculating onto my underwear.

At that moment, the sound of Mom showering could still be heard from the bathroom. I quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from under the coffee table, turned off the TV, and hurried to my bedroom. I took off my underwear, wiped the semen off my penis and underwear, and crumpled the underwear into a ball and hid it under the bed, planning to wash it later. Then I took a new pair and put them on.

Just then, the shower in the bathroom suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of the washing machine drum. I knew Mom had finished showering and was doing laundry; she would soon be going back to her bedroom to sleep.
I quickly ran into Mom's bedroom, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep. I thought to myself, "I wonder what I'll get tonight."

(To be continued)

Chapter Four: Missed Opportunity

I lay silently in bed, wondering how I could sneak up on Mom tonight. Sure enough, after a while, the sounds from the bathroom quieted down, and soon after, I heard the creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor near Mom's bedroom door.

I quickly lay down on my side, facing my mother's sleeping position, hoping to catch a glimpse of her getting into bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep and even snoring softly, so she would think I was truly asleep. A moment later, my mother gently pushed open the door, bringing with her the scent of bath gel. I quickly took a deep breath, filling my nostrils and mouth with the fragrance, slowly savoring the aroma before exhaling gently, thinking, "It smells so good. I really want to bury my face in my mother's cleavage and inhale her scent deeply."

After entering, my mother came to my side, bent down, and gently tucked the blanket around me from top to bottom, pausing briefly at my head.

As I felt her turn away, I slightly opened my eyes and squinted at her. Her beautiful hair was draped over her shoulders, with drops of water falling from the ends to the floor. My mother walked gracefully towards her dressing table.

Under her bathrobe, her white, jade-like legs moved back and forth.

When Mom reached the dressing table, she slightly bent her legs, lifted her hips, and placed her hands on them, letting the bathrobe cling to her skin. She then swept the bathrobe up her thighs to the back of her legs and sat sideways to me in the chair.

Mom picked up a comb from the dressing table, tilted her head to one side, letting her hair fall to one shoulder. Holding her hair with one hand and the comb in the other, she combed her hair from the top of her head to the ends. Every gesture, every step Mom took was so beautiful; I thought even the imperial concubines of ancient times couldn't have been more graceful after their baths.

After a while, Mom put down the comb, placed her hands on the dressing table, and silently looked at herself in the mirror. Mom didn't smile because of her own beauty; instead , her face was blank, her brows furrowed.

Then, Mom raised one hand and picked up the family photo on the dressing table, gazing at it. I thought Mom wasn't looking at herself and me, but at Dad. It was clear that Mom still loved Dad very much.

My heart skipped a beat. It seemed Dad still held a significant place in Mom's heart; it would take some effort to shake that.

Mom looked at the photo for a while, then put it back, got up to go to bed. I quickly closed my eyes again, afraid Mom would discover I was faking sleep.

Mom came to the bedside, sat down, and turned her back to me, giving me another chance to open my eyes. I saw Mom unbuttoning her bath towel, then loosening the waistband, and then, grasping the hem of her bathrobe, she slid it down her smooth back to her hips.

At that moment, my eyes widened. Mom's bare back was revealed before me, with only a few thin straps from her bra. Although it was just her back, it was enough to attract my gaze. And this was the first time I had seen Mom's bare back so closely.

The perfect curves of Mom's back, the satin-like texture, powerfully shocked my heart, making it pound with excitement. If I could lie on top of her, I would never want to get up.

Mom picked up the yukata scattered around her, placed it on the chair, and prepared to sleep. I closed my eyes at the same time, pretending to be asleep.

Mom remained curled up, her back to me, just like yesterday. I lay silently in bed, waiting for my chance, thinking about the scene of carrying rice sacks with Mom after dinner. A smile unconsciously appeared on my face. "Hey, wake up!" A voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw it was daylight. I jumped up and saw my mother standing next to me, saying, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and come to the kitchen to eat. The food is on the table. Eat and then go to school."

But I didn't listen to my mother. Instead, I was thinking, "What did I do last night? I fell asleep and missed a great opportunity." My mother's voice rang in my ears again, "Tianming, what are you staring at? Hurry up, you'll be late for school." I looked up at my mother and said, "I'm still a little sleepy. I didn't hear you. I'll get up right away. You go ahead and do your work." My mother turned and left. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went to the kitchen. My mother was serving porridge. When she saw me, she pointed to a chair and said, "Sit here. Finish eating quickly so you can go to school." I nodded and replied, "Okay, you eat quickly too." I ate my breakfast hastily, said goodbye to my mother, and went to school with my schoolbag. Going downstairs, I felt extremely depressed, blaming myself for falling asleep last night and wasting a chance. I reached the building entrance. The air was exceptionally fresh due to last night's rain. I took a deep breath, trying to cheer myself up, reminding myself that there would be other opportunities. My mood brightened. ... Arriving at school, I entered my classroom and sat in my seat, thinking about my mother's ample hips and breasts. I didn't even notice when class started. When the class monitor called for everyone to stand, I was still sitting in my chair. It was only when my deskmate kicked my chair leg that I snapped out of it, immediately standing up and joining everyone in saying "Hello, teacher," before sitting back down. I spent the morning in a daze, not even remembering what the teacher said. I even ignored my best friend, Big Bird, who I usually walk home with after school, and went straight home. Chapter Five: Mom's Underwear I hurried home, knowing there was something very important to do: I hadn't washed those dirty underwear yet. Back home, I rushed into my bedroom, took the dirty underwear from under the bed, went to the bathroom, and put it in the laundry tub. I didn't dare use the washing machine, firstly because I was afraid it wouldn't get clean, and secondly because it would be too noisy and I wouldn't be able to answer if my mother suddenly came home.

I soaked the underwear, sprinkled some laundry detergent on it, grabbed it, and scrubbed it vigorously. I stopped scrubbing only when I thought Mom wouldn't notice anything. Then I wrung it out and took it to the balcony to dry.

I picked up a clothes hanger from the windowsill, clipped the underwear to it, and hung it on the clothesline. I glanced to the side and saw Mom's underwear and bra hanging there too.

I casually unfastened Mom's underwear; it felt very soft in my hands. I spread it open with both hands and could see the crotch was slightly yellowed. I lowered my head, cupped Mom's underwear in my hands, and held it to my nose, trying to smell the scent of Mom's private parts, but I could only smell the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Then, I suddenly remembered that I had a treasure—a pubic hair I had found that morning in where Mom slept.

I ran quickly to Mom's bedroom, lifted the bedding, and there it was, still there, the shiny black pubic hair. I picked it up, went back to the balcony, clipped it to the bottom of Mom's underwear, and held it to my nose again. Although there wasn't much of a smell, I could rub my nose against my pubic hair and imagine the smell of my mother's private parts. There was a fishy, musty smell, but I didn't dislike it. Instead, I inhaled deeply and rubbed my nose against my mother's panties.

I hummed softly, holding my mother's panties in one hand and reaching down to my groin with the other, rubbing my penis through my outer pants.

Gradually, my penis swelled to its maximum size. I unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, and pulled my penis out from the side of my underwear.

I gripped it and started stroking it vigorously. I twisted my body and lowered my head, seeing my glans sometimes covered by the foreskin and sometimes exposed, with clear fluid flowing from the urethral opening, making the glans wet and slippery.

With the help of the fluid, the foreskin rubbed against the glans, making it even smoother and more pleasurable. So, I increased the speed and stroked my penis more forcefully.

A moment later, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back, my body shuddered, and my buttocks trembled slightly. Semen shot out from my urethra, but I didn't stop what I was doing; I continued to masturbate vigorously. "Oh, oh, oh," I groaned as streams of semen arced onto the balcony wall and flowed down it.

After a while, I calmed down, put my mother's underwear aside, squatted down, took out a tissue from my pocket, and wiped the semen from my other hand and penis. Then, I pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took out another tissue, and bent down to wipe the semen that had sprayed onto the balcony wall.

I casually threw the tissue out the window.

I turned around and saw that my mother's underwear was crumpled into a ball. I unfolded it with both hands; it was covered in creases, and the pubic hair that had been tucked under the crotch was gone.

I placed my mother's underwear on one palm and smoothed it with the other, thinking, "I was too reckless this time. It would be terrible if Mom found out the underwear had been touched." I then put my mother's underwear back on the original hanger, stretched the edges of the underwear, and reduced the wrinkles a bit.

Suddenly, I heard a "click" as the door opened. I thought, "Mom's back. Will she know what I'm worried about?"

Chapter Six: Mixed Feelings

While I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling me from outside. I quickly ran to the door and saw her carrying several bags, turning her head back and forth looking for me, a rare smile on her face. In my memory, Mom rarely smiled after Dad went on his business trip. I thought, "Mom must have something happy to tell

me today." Seeing me approach, Mom smiled and said, "Tianming, I have some great news for you. Your dad is coming back tomorrow."

I was stunned for a moment, thinking, "So that's why Mom's so happy today. Dad's coming back. Then I won't be able to secretly touch Mom's body for a while. What am I going to do?"

Seeing my slow reaction, Mom said, "Aren't you happy that Dad's coming back?"

I immediately forced a smile and replied, "No, I was wondering what gift Dad would bring me back this time."

"You, all you ever think about is gifts," Mom said with a laugh. She paused for a moment, then added, "I've already asked my boss for leave. I don't need to work this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I need to get ready to welcome your father."

Mom turned and walked towards her bedroom, saying, "I bought some things at the mall on my way home from work today, so I'm late. Lunch will have to be simple; I can only make noodles for you. You can watch TV for a while. I'll put these things away first and then cook for you."

I replied, "Okay," and turned to watch TV.

A little while later, I heard Mom calling me from the kitchen, "Tianming, come eat, it's ready."

I went to the kitchen and saw a bowl of steaming noodles on the table with a poached egg on top. Mom stood beside me, pointing to the bowl of noodles, and said, "Eat quickly, I'll go tidy up the house first."

Mom turned and left.

Just as I was eating noodles, I heard my mother calling me from the balcony, "Tianming, come here for a second."

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "Oh no, Mom found out, what should I do?" But then I thought again, "She'll find out eventually. If she questions me, I'll just tell her how I feel about her and see how she reacts."

I went to the balcony anxiously and saw my mother standing there, holding a stack of clothes. Her underwear was on top of the stack, but she didn't look angry at all; instead, she looked happy. I thought, "Maybe because I knew Dad was coming back tomorrow, I was so happy and only thinking about him that I didn't notice my underwear had been moved. But why did she call me here?"

When Mom saw me, she pointed to the underwear on the clothesline and said, "You washed these, didn't you?"

I replied, "Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"

Mom said, "Tianming has grown up and knows how to help Mom with chores. Mom is going to the market this afternoon to buy groceries for your dad tomorrow. What do you want? I'll bring it back for you as a reward."

My heart finally settled down, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought for a moment and said, "Anything is fine?"

Mom said, "Of course! Tell me what you want."

I immediately replied, "Mom, I don't want anything, I just want you to kiss me. You used to kiss me a lot when I was little, let me find that feeling again."

Mom's face turned slightly red, and she raised her hand and said, "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of your mother? You want a beating?"

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, Mom was angry! I closed my eyes in fright. But after waiting a while, Mom's hand didn't land on my face. Instead, I felt a lip lightly touch my cheek.

I opened my eyes and saw Mom chuckling at me, placing her hands on my shoulders and saying, "Tianming, don't be afraid. You're my precious darling. How could I bear to hit you? I'll do anything you ask."

I smiled and said, "Mom, you're so good."

Mom said, "Go back and eat. After you finish, lie down in bed for a while so you'll have energy for school this afternoon. I still have some things to do."

I turned and went back to eat. I

finished eating soon after and went to my bedroom. Lying in bed (I only sleep with Mom at night), I recalled Mom's kiss. It's a pity that when Mom kissed me, I was startled by her initial actions and mistook her for a hit, so I didn't savor it properly. I only felt a little warm and wet, and her lips were so soft.

...

I was shaken awake from my unconscious state. My mother said to me, "Get up, it's time to go to school."

I got out of bed, found a towel to wipe my face, and went to school, saying "bye-bye" to my mother before leaving.

...

In the afternoon class, I was absent-minded. While the teacher was lecturing, I was thinking about my own things.

Today, although I knew that Dad was coming back and I wouldn't be able to sleep with Mom anymore, I was still relieved that Mom hadn't noticed her underwear had been touched. Furthermore, I received an unexpected bonus—a kiss from Mom—which was still something to be happy about.

Thinking to myself, "Dad won't be back until tomorrow, so isn't there still another chance tonight?"

Chapter Seven: Dad's Return When I

got home from school in the afternoon, I smelled a delicious aroma as soon as I entered the house. I went to the kitchen and saw a table full of dishes, and Mom was still cooking with a ladle.

Mom turned to me and said, "You're in luck! Go wash your hands and try my cooking."

I said, "No need to taste it, I can tell it's delicious just by the smell."

Mom chuckled and said, "You didn't eat any honey at lunch today, why is your mouth so sweet?"

I thought to myself, "It's from your kiss." But I said aloud, "It's nothing, I've always been like this, you just never noticed before."

Mom laughed and said, "Go dry your hands, I can't argue with you."

I said, "Okay," and turned to leave.

When I came back after drying my hands, I saw Mom carrying the dish she had just cooked. She said to me, "This is the last one, come sit down. Let's try it together."

Mom and I sat facing each other in the chairs. I picked up a piece of food, and then I saw Mom looking at me. I knew Mom wanted to tell how the food tasted from my expression. So, I decided to play a joke on Mom and frowned.

Suddenly, Mom's face tensed up. She asked, "Is it not good?"

I thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "Mom, it's so delicious! I've never eaten anything so good!"

A smile returned to Mom's face, as bright as a lotus blossom. She said, "I'll try some too."

"It's good. Your dad will be very happy to eat it when he comes back tomorrow," Mom said.

I said, "Yes, he definitely will."

...

Although I knew this dinner was prepared by Mom for Dad, and I was just tasting the food, I was still very happy because I was eating with Mom.

After dinner, as usual, I finished my homework and went to the living room to watch TV. After watching TV for a while, I went to Mom's bedroom and lay down on the bed. I thought, "Tonight is my last chance; I must seize it."

Today, Mom went to bed especially early and quickly lay down next to me. I thought, "Great, this makes me more confident."

I waited silently, but Mom kept turning over, making it impossible for me to make a move. Thinking to myself, "Forget it, tonight's going to be tough. Mom must be too excited to sleep because Dad's coming home tomorrow."

So, I stopped having any more crazy thoughts and went to sleep quietly.

...

The next day, I unexpectedly woke up on my own. I turned around and saw Mom wasn't beside me. I went outside and saw she was in the kitchen making breakfast. I

went to her side, and she turned and saw me, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, why are you up so early?"

I said, "I don't know, I couldn't sleep, so I got up."

Mom said, "Me too. Your dad's coming home today. I thought if I went to bed early yesterday, I'd be in good spirits to greet him, but who would have thought I wouldn't sleep well all night?" I felt

a little jealous and said to Mom, "Mom, you cook, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face."

Mom said, "Go ahead, the food will be ready soon."

After washing up, I went to the kitchen, and the food was already on the table. So I sat down and ate. Just then, Mom said to me, "Come home early after school today, let's have lunch together with Dad."

I said, "Okay." I thought to myself, "Dad is Dad after all. Without him, I wouldn't exist. I can't have any complaints just because he's with the woman I like. I should come home early to celebrate Dad's return with Mom."

...

When I got home from school at noon, I rushed upstairs. As I approached the door, I heard Mom and Dad talking jokingly inside. I took out my key, pushed the door open, and the sounds stopped.

Then, Mom came out of the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. I thought, "Mom and Dad must have made love before I got home."

She came up to me and said, "Go see who's back. They're waiting for you to eat."

I said to Mom, "I don't need to guess, it's Dad. Where is he now?"

Mom pointed to the kitchen and said, "Over there."

I went to the kitchen and saw Dad sitting in a chair. When he saw me come in, he said, "Come here. As soon as I got back, your mom said you were waiting for my gift. Guess what I brought you."

It was really hard to guess because Dad always brought me different gifts every time he came home. I shook my head and said, "I don't know, you always bring different gifts when you come back."

Just then, Mom came over and said to Dad, "Stop teasing our son, give it to him quickly."

Dad chuckled, slowly raised his right hand, and said to me, "Look, the latest Nintendo PS2 game console."

I quickly snatched it from Dad's hand, saw it was "GT Racing 2," and jumped up excitedly, shouting to Dad, "Long live Dad!"

Dad then said to me, "Go, put it away, dinner's ready."

I put the gift Dad gave me back in my bedroom, came back, and sat down to eat.

I quickly finished my meal, my mind only on taking the game console to play with my best friend, Big Bird, because we're both racing enthusiasts.

I wiped my mouth and said to my mom and dad, who were still eating, "I'm going to school."

My mom asked in surprise, "Why so early? Aren't you going to take a nap?"

I pretended to say, "I made plans with Big Bird, so I'll get to school early." My

mom said, "Oh, go ahead then, don't be late because you're playing around."

I said, "Okay, Mom, goodbye Dad."

I turned and left, and as I passed the living room, I quickly called Big Bird to arrange a meeting place before rushing downstairs.

...

When I got home from school in the afternoon, I didn't dare watch TV as usual after dinner and homework, because my dad was back, and he was still very strict with me. So, after finishing my homework, I reviewed my books for a while before going to sleep. Because of my dad's return and having my own bed, my fantasies about my mom's body faded, and my mind wasn't filled with inappropriate thoughts, so I fell asleep quickly.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard moans and "slapping" sounds coming from my mother's bedroom next door. My mind instantly sharpened, my heart pounding. Were Mom and Dad making love? I thought, "Even though I can't touch Mom anymore, eavesdropping on them isn't so bad."

I didn't dare wear slippers, so I crept barefoot to Mom's bedroom door. Because it was dark, the room was exceptionally quiet, and with only one door, I could clearly hear the sounds inside.

"Oh, oh..." Mom moaned, saying, "Hao... Hao-ge (my dad's name is Tianhao), um... yes, right there, harder. Um..."

The "slapping" sounds grew louder and more rhythmic. I imagined Mom's plump buttocks were sticking out, letting Dad penetrate her from behind. That's why the "slapping" sound came from the impact of his abdomen against her buttocks when he thrust in and out.

Outside the door, infected by the atmosphere, my penis instantly became erect. So, I pulled out my penis and started stroking it in rhythm with the "slap slap" sound. I only breathed in and out slowly through my nose, trying hard not to let out a loud moan.

"Mmm...mmm, little...slut, fuck...fuck you to death."

"Oh...I...I can't...live anymore, oh...oh...big...cock brother, fuck me to death, oh..."

I never imagined that my usually very proper mother and father would be so crazy when they made love. I increased the frequency of my stroking.

“Slut…mmm…your…pussy is so tight, mmm…good…ass…shaking…shaking so…so good, mmm…pussy…clamping…so…so comfortable. mmm…”

“Mmm…little…little slut…so much…water, flowing…all over…my…legs.”

“Oh…can it not…not much, little…slut…slut…pussy…fast…oh…I haven’t been fucked in a month.”

“Mmm…rotten cunt…mmm…fuck you to death, you dare…lie to me…I lied.”

“Oh…no…no…really…no.”

“Mmm…this…this morning…and…this afternoon…who…was…moaning…on this…bed, and…like you…now…big…big cock…big cock…calling.”

“Oh…you…scared…me, I…I, I said…a month…not…not including…today.”

"Mmm... little... little slut... don't... be afraid, I'm just... teasing... you."

I was right. Before I came back today, Mom and Dad had already made love, and after I left at noon, they did it again.

"Oh, you... you're so naughty."

"Men... aren't... bad, women... don't love that."

Moans and "slap slap" sounds filled the air.

A moment later, the "slap slap" sounds intensified, and Dad groaned continuously: "Oh oh oh oh..."

"Big... big cock... cock brother... wait... for me a moment, I... am... going to... come, hmph hmph hmph... I'm going to heaven... hmph hmph hmph..."

"Oh... I'm coming... it's flowing out... yes... just keep it there... don't rush to pull your big cock out, oh... it feels so good."

A moment later, the sounds from Mom's bedroom ceased. Although I hadn't ejaculated yet, I no longer dared to masturbate, afraid of making a sound that would disturb them.

I listened quietly to the sounds inside; only deep breathing could be heard.

A moment later, Dad asked, "Honey, did it feel good just now?"

"Mmm, Tianhao, it felt really good," Mom replied.

Dad chuckled and said, "Why aren't you calling me 'Big Dick Brother' anymore?"

Mom said, slightly annoyed, "It's all because of you, I couldn't help myself." Mom continued, "Look at you, you're covered in sweat. Don't lie on top of me anymore, let me get up so I can find some tissues to wipe your sweat and then wipe your genitals."

"Okay," Dad replied.

A moment later, a "scratching" sound was heard.

"Honey, I'm done. Come on, let me help you clean up."

"No need, I'll do it myself. The more you help, the more messy it gets."

"Hehe, okay then, you do it yourself."

"Lie down first, I'll go to the closet and find some underwear to change out of this dirty one, then I'll sleep with you."

"And the same style you wore this morning and at noon?"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, you look so sexy in it, especially from behind, the fabric is so tight it's practically naked."

"I can't even look at it now, I told you to take it off before we do it, but you wouldn't listen. I bought these two yesterday, and you've gotten them all dirty."

"It's okay, you can wash them and wear them for me tomorrow."

"But there's no chance now, I've thrown them in the trash."

"Why?"

"If you want me to wash them clean, where am I supposed to hang them to dry? What will he think of me if he sees them tomorrow? Besides, it's not good for him either."

"You're so thoughtful. I'll go with you to buy a few more and keep them at home sometime, then let's see what you say then."

"Okay, don't say anything, let's go to sleep. You just got back today, you must be very tired."

"Yeah, I am tired. Come here, come to my arms, let's sleep together."

Soon, probably because Dad had just returned from his business trip and Mom was able to be with the person she loved, Mom's bedroom quickly became quiet, with only Dad's snoring audible.
I touched my penis, thinking, "Mom said there are panties in the trash can covered in her and Dad's vaginal fluids after they made love. If I'm lucky, Mom hasn't taken out the trash yet, so those two panties should still be there."

I tiptoed to the bathroom, squatted next to the trash can, and sure enough, I found a square paper package inside. I opened it, and a pungent smell rushed into my nostrils. "Ah!" This was the smell of Dad and Mom's vaginal fluids mixed together. I picked them up, one in each hand. I looked around; it was so thin. Through the fabric, I could vaguely see what was behind me, and there were patches of vaginal fluid on the panties.

This time, I didn't have to worry about getting my mother's panties dirty or her finding out someone had touched them. So I wrapped one panty around my penis and rubbed it; I covered my nose with the other, deeply inhaling the scent of the vaginal fluid. Just like last time I masturbated on the balcony, this time I climaxed again, even more intensely than before.

I went back to my bedroom, found a plastic bag, wrapped them up, and stored them away for next time I masturbated.

Then, I climbed back into bed and fell fast asleep.

Chapter Eight: I Lost

My Virginity. My father has been back for a few days now. At night, I often eavesdrop on the seductive sounds my mother and father make when they are having sex. Perhaps because my mother and father are often together, after they finish making love, they no longer tease each other verbally like they did the night my father returned from his business trip. After both of them reach climax, they go to sleep. Moreover, the frequency of their sex has also decreased, sometimes happening only once a day.

Gradually, I stopped eavesdropping outside the door so often. I only went occasionally when I thought of my mother's ample hips and breasts, and at the same time, I would masturbate with her underwear, ejaculating onto it.

...

This day was Friday. When I came home from school at noon, I saw my mother chatting with a woman slightly older than her outside the building.

When my mother saw me coming over, she said to me, "Tianming, come and greet her. This is Aunt Yun from apartment 501 next door."

I turned to Aunt Yun and said, "Hello, Aunt Yun."

Aunt Yun smiled, patted my head, and said meaningfully, "Good boy, you're as sensible as an adult."

Looking at Aunt Yun's smile, I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Just then, Mom said to Aunt Yun, "Sister Yun, my son is back. I have to go back and cook. He has to go to school this afternoon, so I can't chat with you anymore. Let's have a good chat another day when we're free."

Aunt Yun said to Mom, "Okay, go back quickly, don't delay the child's school."

Mom put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Tianming, say goodbye to Aunt Yun.

" I waved to Aunt Yun and said, "Goodbye, Aunt Yun."

Aunt Yun had that strange smile again, waved to me, and said, "Goodbye."

Mom turned and walked towards our building entrance. When we got to the door, I turned around and saw Aunt Yun still standing in the same spot, looking at me with that same smile.

I turned back and followed Mom upstairs, thinking, "What kind of person is Aunt Yun?"

When we got home, I asked Mom, "Is Aunt Yun your colleague?"

"No."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Our balcony and hers are diagonally opposite. Mom often sees her when she's working on her balcony. When they meet, they smile and nod, which is considered a greeting. We both live in the same building, so we often see each other outside. That's how we got to know each other. But today is the first time we've spoken, and she was the one who initiated it."

My heart skipped a beat. I thought, "Did she see me masturbating with Mom's underwear on the balcony that day? And she certainly won't tell Mom about it." I started to worry, but then I thought again, "No, if she told, Mom wouldn't..." "That's her attitude."

My mother's voice rang in my ears again: "Your Aunt Yun is a nice person, but she's divorced and doesn't have any children, so she lives a lonely life. Oh, Tianming, I forgot to cook while we were chatting. You study for a while, and I'll cook dinner so we can eat together when your father comes home."

I said to my mother, "Okay, go quickly, Dad will be back soon."

I went to my bedroom, sat down in a chair, holding a book, but I was thinking, "Did Aunt Yun find out? If she did, why was she smiling at me like that? Could it be..."

"Forget it, don't think about it. What could she do if she wanted something from me? Besides, she's pretty, and her breasts are even bigger than Mom's."

At this moment, Dad came home. And, a little while later, Mom had finished cooking. Our family sat down together to eat.

...

After school in the afternoon, as I walked into the building, I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Tianming."

I turned around and saw that it was Aunt Yun calling me.

"Aunt Yun, is something the matter?"

"Come to Aunt Yun's house on Sunday, Aunt Yun wants to talk to you."

I didn't ask what the matter was, because I already had a feeling that Aunt Yun had found out I was masturbating with my mother's underwear on the balcony. Aunt Yun probably wouldn't tell my mother; if she were going to, she would have already. I'd see what Aunt Yun said to me on Sunday.

I said, "Okay," and turned to go upstairs.

...

On Sunday, I got up very early, lying to my mother that I was going to Big Bird's house, but actually went to Aunt Yun's house. I nervously knocked on Aunt Yun's door, my heart pounding.

"Who is it?" came Aunt Yun's voice from inside.

With a creak, the door opened. I saw Aunt Yun standing in the doorway, wearing pajamas and looking sleepy. Seeing me, she immediately perked up and said, "Tianming, come in quickly! I didn't expect you to come so early."

I said, "The sooner we get here, the sooner we can finish talking. I still have to go back and do my homework."

Aunt Yun chuckled and said, "You're so young, but you're quite efficient."

"Look, you're here so early, I haven't even prepared myself. Sit on the sofa for a bit, have some fruit on the coffee table, I'll go back to my bedroom for a bit, I'll be right back."

"Okay."

She gave me a charming smile, turned and went back to her bedroom. I don't know what she did in there, but she came out a short while later and came to my side. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the neckline of her nightgown was very low, revealing a deep cleavage. A scent of cologne wafted into my nostrils, making me involuntarily take a deep breath.

Aunt Yun chuckled and asked, "Does it smell good?"

I felt my face getting hot, and remained silent, not answering Aunt Yun's question.

"Oh, why aren't you eating fruit? Here, let me peel a banana for you."

As she bent down to get the banana, my heart skipped a beat. Aunt Yun wasn't wearing a bra; her two large breasts swayed in front of me, and I could see the waves of milk rippling across her skin. My penis instantly swelled to its maximum size, pressing hard against my crotch, creating a small tent. I thought, "I hope Aunt Yun doesn't find out."

When Aunt Yun picked out the largest banana from the fruit plate and was about to get up, I quickly looked away.

A moment later, Aunt Yun brought me the peeled banana and said, "Eat it."

My body trembled, and my hands shook as I took the banana from Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun turned around and swayed her hips to sit on the sofa opposite me. Because the sofa was very soft, her buttocks sank into it, causing her pajamas to slip up to her thighs, revealing her rounded thighs.

I looked between her legs and could see white, semi-transparent panties, with neat pubic hair protruding from the edges of the panties, distributed on both sides, her vulva completely exposed, and I could clearly see the shape of her honey pot. Aunt Yun's vulva was full and narrow, and the edges of her labia glistened with moisture.

"Is it pretty?" Aunt Yun's voice rang in my ears.

I trembled all over, standing there woodenly, not knowing how to answer.

Aunt Yun chuckled and walked over to sit beside me, one arm around my neck and over my shoulder, the other on my thigh, stroking it back and forth, while she moved her body, pressing her breasts against my shoulder.

At this moment, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Mmm... Aunt Yun."

As if receiving my command, Aunt Yun got up, took the banana from my hand, placed it on the coffee table, then turned around, straddled my lap, put her hands on the back of the sofa, leaned down, pressed her breasts against my chest, and kissed me.

I turned my head from side to side, trying to avoid her, but she twisted her head, making her lips kiss me tightly, not letting me separate from her.

Gradually, teased by Aunt Yun, I began to reciprocate her kisses, sometimes slipping my tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers. My hands also became restless, one rubbing her back while the other slid down her back to her buttocks, kneading them vigorously.

Aunt Yun's breathing quickened, "Hmm...hmm..." My hands, which had been rubbing her back,

soon moved to her buttocks, lifting her nightgown to her waist and placing my hands on her buttocks, kneading them rhythmically. Slowly, my hands moved upwards, supporting her waist and bringing them to her chest. I pinched her nipples between my index and middle fingers, kneading her breasts.

Aunt Yun tilted her head back, shaking it, panting softly towards the ceiling, "Hmm...hmm, dawn..."

After a while, I felt the nipple between my index and middle fingers harden slightly. I continued kneading her breasts with one hand, while using the thumb and middle finger of my other hand to pinch and gently twist the nipple back and forth.

At this moment, a series of soft moans escaped Aunt Yun's lips, "Oh...oh...yes, Tianming, just like that."

My movements became faster and heavier.

After a while, I heard Aunt Yun say, "Tianming, stop for a moment, let Aunt Yun get up."

So I stopped what I was doing and quietly watched her, wondering what she was going to do.

I saw her get up, straddle my legs, take off her nightgown, and then squat down to take off her underwear. She held her belly up in front of me and said, "Tianming, lick Aunt Yun's pussy, it's so itchy inside."

Because of our intimate contact just now, I became bolder and teased her, saying, "Aunt Yun, I will definitely serve you until you're in heaven."

Aunt Yun replied provocatively, "Okay, it's up to you. Aunt Yun hasn't felt like that in a long time, I've forgotten what it feels like to be in heaven."

I put my hands behind Aunt Yun's buttocks, pulled her buttocks up, shrank my body slightly, and put my head into her honey pot. I saw that Aunt Yun's mons pubis was raised like a small hill, with thick, dark pubic hair covering the entrance to her vulva. I parted the pubic hair with both hands, exposing her vulva. Between her two thick labia majora was a thin slit, and slowly, vaginal fluid seeped from the slit, wetting her entire vulva, making it look like a ripe peach.

"Tianming, hurry, stop looking, hurry up and lick it. In a little while, you can look as much as you want."

So I stuck out my tongue, pressed the tip of my tongue against the slit between her labia majora, and licked it up and down. I also used the pads of my index and middle fingers of one hand to press and rub one of her labia majora back and forth. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from between her labia majora, flowing all over my fingers and tongue.

Aunt Yun moved her hips up and down in sync with my movements, letting out soft moans: "Hmm...Hmm..."

After a while, I raised my head slightly and used both hands to pry open Aunt Yun's thick labia majora. I saw her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, bulging. A stream of vaginal fluid rushed out of her vaginal opening, flowing down to her anus, gathering into drops that gradually grew larger and swayed back and forth. I reached in and smeared the fluid on Aunt Yun's buttocks, using it as a lubricant to caress her.

When I pressed the tip of my tongue against Aunt Yun's clitoris, she let out a deep "Oh..." sound, and with each lick of her clitoris, Aunt Yun let out an "Oh," followed by a shudder.

"Oh...Tianming...It's so itchy inside, quickly put your finger in."

"Aunt Yun, I know."

I placed my middle finger against the vaginal opening and pushed it upwards forcefully, the entire finger sliding into Aunt Yun's vagina and being tightly gripped.

Aunt Yun clamped my hand between her legs and exclaimed, "Oh, Tianming, you're hurting me! Be gentle, take it slow!" Then, Aunt Yun relaxed her legs.

I slowly probed Aunt Yun's vagina with my fingers, each time I pulled them out, a stream of vaginal fluid came out, flowing down my fingers and onto my arm, everywhere.

"Aunt Yun, you're so wet, it's all over my hand."

"Hmph...hmph...you...little rascal, don't...blush...it's...you're the one who did it."

"Hmph...it feels so good, Aunt Yun...it's been so long...not...this good, I feel like I'm in heaven." "

Oh...oh...oh...your tongue...licking my clitoris, it feels so...good."

"Oh...Tianming, you...can...go harder, Aunt Yun...it's so itchy inside."

I then increased the speed of my finger thrusting, pushing my fingers in forcefully, the impact making Aunt Yun's buttocks tremble and produce a crisp "slap slap" sound, like firecrackers.

"Hmph...yes...Tianming, harder, pierce...Aunt Yun's...cunt...burst open."

Aunt Yun moaned with each thrust.

Suddenly, she forcefully pulled my head back against her abdomen with her hands. "Hmph...Tianming, Aunt Yun...is about to climax, oh...faster, I'm going to heaven, ah...hmph...it's flowing out, ah..."

Aunt Yun trembled, her legs clamping my hand tightly. After a while, she convulsed and climbed on top of me, panting heavily. "Hmm...hmm...hmm..."

I slowly withdrew my hand, which was covered with a layer of vaginal fluid. I smiled and wiped the fluid off my hand with Aunt Yun's panties.

Gradually, Aunt Yun recovered, raised her head, her face slightly flushed, and looked at me with a hint of longing in her eyes.

“Tianming, you really made me feel like I’m in heaven. Now it’s your turn.”

“Stand up, let me help you take off your clothes. Don’t get them dirty, or your mother will find out when we get back.”

I got up, and Aunt Yun took off my clothes, then made me sit back on the sofa. She knelt between my legs and played with my penis.

“Hehe, you’re such a virgin, completely bald, not a single hair. That’s even better.”

Aunt Yun leaned down, holding my penis in one hand and stroking my thigh with the other, taking my glans into her mouth and sucking on it.

“Gurgle gurgle” sounds came from Aunt Yun’s mouth.

“Oh… Aunt Yun, oh… oh… so good.”

Since it was my first time, I couldn’t withstand Aunt Yun’s onslaught. Before long, I felt an urge to ejaculate.

“Oh… Aunt Yun… I can’t take it anymore, I… I’m going to cum.”

But Aunt Yun didn’t spit out my penis. Instead, she increased the intensity, continuing to stroke my penis with great ups and downs, taking the whole penis into her mouth each time and licking my glans up and down with the tip of her tongue.

After a few dozen strokes, I pressed down hard on the back of Aunt Yun's head with both hands. My body shuddered, and streams of semen shot into Aunt Yun's mouth, only to be sucked back into her stomach by her.

I gradually released my hands from the back of Aunt Yun's head, lay back on the sofa, closed my eyes, and breathed heavily. Aunt Yun continued to gently suck on my penis, even drawing out the semen from my urethra. After a while, when Aunt Yun seemed to think she couldn't suck out any more semen, she released my soft penis, reached out and grasped it, slowly stroking it.

"Tianming, was that good?"

I also calmed down, slowly opened my eyes, and looked down at her. I saw that Aunt Yun's beautiful hair was scattered over her shoulders, her face was flushed, and her small mouth was panting, causing her chest to rise and fall.

I couldn't resist, so I put my hands under Aunt Yun's armpits, pulled her up, made her climb on top of me, and involuntarily kissed her.

Aunt Yun placed her hands on my chest, shook her head, and said, "Tianming, no, that's dirty. There's your semen in there. Let me rinse my mouth first."

“If you don’t mind my semen, I have no reason to mind myself.”

Aunt Yun was moved by my words and stopped trying to stop me, offering her fragrant lips. Because of my semen in Aunt Yun’s mouth, it was very slippery, and our tongues intertwined and played like eels inside.

I kneaded Aunt Yun’s breasts with one hand and stroked her smooth back along her spine with the other. After a while, my hand moved down from her chest, past her slightly protruding belly, to Aunt Yun’s vulva, and I extended my middle finger, flicking it back and forth between her labia majora.

Gradually, Aunt Yun’s body trembled slightly, and she let out a moan: “Oh…oh…swallow…oh…”

“Tianming, I want to go to Aunt Yun’s bedroom, okay?”

“Mm.”

When we got to Aunt Yun’s bedroom, she made me lie on the bed, and she knelt between my legs with her plump buttocks raised. She held my now limp penis in one hand, twisting her head and sucking on the glans. After a while, my penis became bulging with veins.

"Tianming, enjoy yourself slowly, let Aunt Yun be on top."

Aunt Yun squatted down, straddling my thighs, one hand guiding my penis, placing the head against her vaginal opening, and slowly lowering herself. My penis was gradually slipped into Aunt Yun's vagina.

It felt so good. A woman's vagina was so wonderful, so warm, so tight, my penis felt like it was being pricked by rings of tender flesh.

Aunt Yun supported herself with her hands beside me, slowly moving her hips, manipulating my penis. Her two large breasts swayed in front of me, and I couldn't resist reaching out to grab and knead them.

"Mmm... Tianming, harder, oh..."

Yun...

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/28167.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=28167&aspx=1

Previous Page : Godmother Wang Lixiu is 46 years old

Next Page : An encounter with my girlfriend's roommate while soaking in a hot spring.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Playing with mother

comment Open a new window to view comments