My mother and Meng Tingwei

1.1 Look, look at the moon

! "Wow, the ageless goddess has appeared!" "She has such a fairy-like aura!" "Meng Tingwei, Meng Tingwei..."
A commotion arose in the crowd, and even a female audience member's scream could be heard, "Moon Princess, I love you!"
Fans in the front seats even displayed "Love you, Ya Ya" and "Moon Princess."

Amid the cheers, a woman with flowing long hair and a graceful figure gradually walked onto the stage. This woman wore
a white strapless long dress, the fitted waist of the dress exuding gentle charm, and a dark green belt around her waist,
making her even more ethereal. Her long hair was tied in a retro bun on her head, and with her delicately made-up face, she was as beautiful as
a fairy in a painting.

As the melodious and light accompaniment began, the fairy on stage began to sing—

"Round, round, the moon's face

Flat, flat, the bookmark of time

Sweet, sweet, your smile

..."

Her voice, as gentle as a young girl's, rang out beautifully, like heavenly music descending, and the audience praised her ethereal
beauty.

"I've been listening to her songs since junior high school. Back then, pirated cassette tapes were popular,
sold at small stalls near the school. I had to save up to buy one... The school was strict, so I didn't dare listen in the classroom. I would
secretly listen on the ridges of the fields behind the school. The first pop song I heard back then was this one... I never
thought that after more than ten years, your mother's singing would still be so beautiful!" The female host, who had temporarily returned backstage,
chatted with me when she had nothing to do.

I didn't expect my mother to have so many fans, but thinking about it, it made sense; considering her age when she debuted, she would indeed have
many fans. However, it's best to be humble in front of the female host. "Of course, my mom
prepared for the CCTV appearance."

"Not only does she sing well, but she's also so beautiful. It's as if time hasn't left any trace on her face
, and she has an enviable figure. Your mother takes such good care of herself! If I hadn't asked the staff, I
would have thought you were her new lover."

While the female host's praise was a bit excessive, it must be said that her mother's skincare routine was indeed excellent. At forty
-five, she had mastered the art of preserving her youth, looking like a woman in her late twenties. Especially on stage,
with a light makeover, a touch of lipstick, and her waist-length hair, she
could easily pass for a recent graduate.

However, her voluptuous and sexy figure betrayed the fact that she was a married woman. My mother is 1.65 meters tall and
weighs just over 100 pounds year-round. Her excellent figure created an enviable silhouette; her full breasts formed
a beautiful peak, her slender waist tapered to a graceful curve, and below, her full, alluring buttocks.

While not the erotic type with voluptuous breasts and a voluptuous figure, my mother was at least curvaceous, with a perfect figure. Combined with her
pure and beautiful aura, she was truly a woman of exceptional beauty. No wonder the young men in the audience kept whistling at her
…

If you asked why she maintained such a youthful appearance, it might be related to her love of exercise and vegetarian diet. However, I think
the biggest reason is probably me; my young son's essence acted as a skincare serum for my beautiful mother… Thinking of
this, I slipped my hand inside my pants and moved my fingers again.

Sure enough, the mother on stage subtly swayed her hips, her thigh twitching almost imperceptibly. The movement
was minor, and everyone was absorbed in the beautiful melody; no one noticed.
The "Moon Princess" in their eyes, even as a wife and mother, remained incredibly pure. But who knew that their
goddess, like the "moon's face secretly changing," also had a hidden side?

At that moment, if someone had looked closely, they would have noticed a blush creeping onto the mother's radiant face,
and even fine beads of sweat on her beautiful neck. Of course, there was also the occasional tremor in her voice… I tried
moving the object in my hand again, and this time the mother reacted even more strongly. She furrowed her brow, as if enduring something
, but quickly had to maintain her composure. However, her calves, which moved with graceful steps, still trembled almost imperceptibly
a few times.

Fortunately, everyone's focus was on her singing, and no one noticed the mother's occasional unusual behavior. Soon,
as the accompaniment ended, the song was over, and I stopped what I was doing.

My mother's performance ended, the program changed, and the female host strode back onto the stage.
After politely bowing and thanking her, my mother started walking backstage. Seeing her walk off the stage from afar, getting closer and closer,
my heart itched; I was a little impatient.

"You little rascal, you almost killed me!" My mother's first words to me were surprisingly like this, but
her sweet voice showed that she was only afraid of being embarrassed, but not disgusted by her son's teasing.

"I'm just giving Mom a thrill. Besides, Mom is enjoying it too. And how could I let the big star,
Princess Moon, embarrass herself in front of millions of viewers?" I liked teasing my mother like this, and my words became increasingly
glib.

"Pah, Mom doesn't enjoy this! You just like toying with me. If someone finds out,
how can Mom face anyone... Ah!" Mom's nagging annoyed me. She was trying to
persuade me to stop this immoral and incestuous behavior, but having tasted the forbidden pleasure, how could I stop? So I started
doing something else again.

"You bastard..." Mom cried out in shame, her lower body stimulated. This wasn't
home; her son's audacity terrified and hurt her. She could only pretend to stop me.

I pressed the button again. Mom took only one step forward, then let out a seductive "Ah!" and
fell towards me. Her legs trembled, and she lost her balance. It was like a beauty throwing herself into my arms, so I
seized the opportunity and pulled her into a tight embrace. Of course, I didn't forget to take advantage of my mother during the process. I wrapped one arm around her
slender waist to keep her from falling, while the other hand climbed up to her chest, caressing her breasts. My mother's
breasts have always been quite full; even through the thin fabric, I could feel their size and warmth.

Holding me intimately, my mother's face flushed, her face very close to mine, her breath slightly ragged.
A gush of fluid hit my neck. Mother and son stood in this ambiguous position, neither of us speaking,
savoring the emotions between us.

It wasn't until an untimely motor-like vibration emanated from under her skirt that the tender moment was broken.

The "buzzing..." sound grew louder, constantly emanating from the hem of her skirt.
She couldn't possibly miss such a lewd sound. Suppressing the throbbing in her lower body, she struggled to straighten her body. At this moment, she seemed
to regain some clarity, realizing how provocative and ambiguous our position was.

Remembering that the party wasn't over yet and that people could come at any moment, and considering that we were
embracing in such an intimate, almost lover-like position, if someone took a picture, it would definitely be on the front page tomorrow.

"Bao Di, stop! You can't...you can't be so impolite! Let go of me! Otherwise, Mom will be angry!"
Thinking of the consequences, Mom was terrified, her face drained of its color, and she quickly pushed me away.

"I need to use the restroom. You go back to the lounge and wait for me," Mom said, turning and entering the restroom.

The party was already past 10 PM, and the hosts outside were connecting with the branch venues .
The performers who had finished their acts had already left, with only the performers for the last few acts still
lining up according to their programs.

The restroom was inconspicuously located in a side passageway in the lobby. No one was around anymore,
and my restless spirit grew bolder. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I stealthily turned and slipped into the women's restroom.

Women's spaces are always different from men's, and even the air was thick with a faint
scent of hormones. The smell of disinfectant mixed with a slightly fishy odor wafted from each of the small restroom doors. I
pushed open each door one by one until I reached the innermost one.

Mom must be inside; I could already smell her. For me,
the scent of my mature mother is the most special. It's an alluring fragrance that can easily make one lose their senses, but more importantly, it's
the scent of a mother. I think every man has been captivated by this scent when he was young, and I'm no exception.

Knock knock knock…

"Someone's here."

"Mom, it's me, open the door." I whispered into the doorway.

"You!" My mother was initially surprised, but quickly replied angrily, "Didn't I tell you to go back to the rest room? This
is the women's restroom, what are you doing in here? Get out now." This isn't home; if someone finds out,
she, as a mother, will definitely be criticized for failing to raise her child properly.

"No! Mom, I want to…"

"No! Someone will come." My mother refused.

My beautiful mother and I are only separated by a door; I can even hear some sounds like water churning,
and my mother occasionally letting out moans; I think my mother must be hiding inside dealing with her private parts.
My own mother, a beautiful and elegant superstar, was hiding in the bathroom, trying to remove
the vibrator her son had inserted into her vagina! The thought of such a lewd scene was enough to make my blood boil…

After a moment's thought, I feigned anxiety, “Oh no, Mom, there are footsteps
! Someone's coming in. If they find you and me in the women's restroom together, we're in big trouble!”
To get my mother to comply, I had no choice but to resort to this tactic.

“Ah—this…this is terrible, terrible.” Hearing that someone was there really frightened my mother. “You
bastard, you're going to get me killed!” After saying that, she hurriedly straightened her clothes, then quickly
opened the door, pulled me inside, and then quickly closed the door.

In the cramped bathroom, my mother and I stood facing each other. My mother's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes
were burning, her hair was slightly disheveled, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Sweat beaded on the exposed
, snow-white flesh at her neckline, trickling down her cleavage and into her breasts, a damp, glistening patch that shimmered with
an unusual beauty under the light. Lost in my mother's mature allure, I stared intently at her, my fiery gaze
causing her to look away hesitantly.

"Did you get it out?" I knew perfectly well why she had come in earlier, and noticing
the disheveled state of her dress—the belt askew, the hem lifted halfway up her thighs—I suspected
she would be naked from the waist down if she hadn't let me in.

"It's too slippery… I… I can't reach it," she whispered shyly.

"Do you want me to help you? Otherwise, you might not be able to walk when we get back," I
said softly, leaning against her shoulder, inhaling her captivating scent.

"You naughty son, it's all your fault, look what you've done... um... help, help Mom... take it out."
Mom managed to say this in a barely audible voice. She only wanted to get rid of this embarrassing thing,
but saying such frivolous and vulgar words to her son still made her feel ashamed, even her ears turned red.

Hearing my goddess-like mother's reply, I was more than happy. Mom had already turned her face away in embarrassment. As a mother,
she was too embarrassed to face her son in this posture, but what I loved most about Mom was this mature woman's allure of unspoken words
...

It was already late, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was never as long as the Spring Festival Gala, so I didn't dare delay any longer. I quickly bent
down, one hand on Mom's slender waist, the other grabbing the hem of her skirt to lift it
.

"No... no!" Mom covered her skirt to stop me from moving.

"What's wrong?"

"There...there are people here, wait a moment."

"Mom, don't be afraid, I'm just kidding." Looking at my charming and lovely mother, with her shy, girlish demeanor,
I removed her hand from my obstruction and continued my actions.

Her silky white dress, adorned with green floral patterns at the hem, was lifted little by little with each movement
, revealing her full, snow-white thighs. With a heart full of pious excitement, I
slowed my movements. As the skirt fell away, first a small bulge of fabric revealed my mother's full, mysterious area; the fabric
couldn't conceal the alluring shape beneath. Then, her entire white panty was exposed. My mother's most private and sacred place
was finally opened to me again through a piece of white fabric.

The white lace panties matched my mother's kind and pure character. This most private garment of a woman was perfectly proportioned,
neither too big nor too small, just enough to cover half of my mother's snow-white, full buttocks. A beautiful butterfly was embroidered on her mons pubis, both
pure and sexy.

I was aroused, so I reached out and climbed onto my mother's long, white legs, slowly caressing them . My
mother's legs were shapely and rounded, her thighs smooth to the touch, radiating warmth. I
played with them for a while, reluctant to let go.

Of course, I didn't forget my mother's mysterious lower body, staring intently at her beautiful valley. I noticed
a few strands of dark hair peeking out from the edge of her panties, but I didn't see the expected shadow.

Playing with my mother's beautiful legs aroused me greatly, and also made my mother's breathing somewhat disordered, occasionally letting out
soft moans. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with my mother's beautiful legs and continued to grope upwards until
my lecherous hand slowly touched the edge of her panties.

My mother's big buttocks had always been my favorite. One of my lecherous hands lingered briefly at her crotch before sliding down to
her buttocks. My mother's two halves of her buttocks were round, full, and smooth. I grabbed her plump buttocks and began
to knead and caress them wantonly. Even through the white panties, I could still feel the plump warmth of my mother's beautiful buttocks, which felt
extremely comfortable to touch.

Being played with by her son like this, my mother reached out to stop me, but at this moment, her whole body was weak and she
couldn't push me away at all. And as her sensitive body was played with by me, her moans and gasps grew louder...
"

Ah, don't!" When she realized that I was pulling down the edge of her panties, my mother was stimulated and
cried out, but as soon as she cried out, she realized that something was wrong. She could only speak to me through her small mouth, and I heard a
charming whisper in my ear, "No, don't take it off." As she spoke, she used her hand to block my movements, her shy charm
was captivating.

"What's wrong?" Looking at my charming mother, I thought to myself, how can I take it out if I don't take it off? So I said,
"Good mom, it'll be over in a bit."

"I... I put a sanitary napkin inside." My mother's voice was barely audible, her face flushed. "You, be careful."

"What, you?" No wonder I only saw the shy pubic hair peeking out, but I didn't see the dark area.
But I remember she wasn't having her period today, so why... So I asked anxiously, "Are you on your period?"

"What are you talking about... I was afraid there would be too much water... so I secretly put it on." My mother's eyes flickered, and
she said shyly, then turned her head away embarrassedly.

My mother's performance in sex mirrored her gentle and reserved nature, making her prone to arousal despite her introverted nature.
This, in turn, confirmed the saying that women are made of water… It turned out she was trying to prevent the overflow of vaginal fluid.
Luckily, she wasn't menstruating, or I would have come all this way for nothing.

My mother's plump, fleshy buttocks were incredibly sensual. Seeing the thin panties peeking out from under her skirt, I eagerly
reached my hands inside her skirt again. This time, I wasn't in a hurry to pull off her panties; instead, I wanted
to savor this forbidden process of play. I carefully lifted my mother's long skirt and wrapped the hem around her slender
, soft waist, revealing her entire snowy buttocks and long legs once more. The white, semi-transparent lace
panties between her legs were also loosening as she struggled.

My beautiful mother's buttocks were smooth as cream and soft as cotton. After kneading and caressing them for a while, I still wasn't satisfied, so
I pressed my head against the indentation of her triangle. Ah, how fragrant! This unique
scent of my own mother's hormones is truly intoxicating. I couldn't help but inhale deeply into her panties, then pressed my head even closer
. The soft, warm touch felt like an electric current, activating the blood in my entire body. Of course, this illicit
desire also caused my mother to involuntarily squeeze her legs together…

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