One of my classmates from the countryside, my mother, and Yang Xiong

(I)

This semester, my deskmate changed to Yang Xiong, who transferred from another school. I heard he transferred through connections to get into the city's top high school next year. He used to attend junior high school in the countryside, where he had excellent grades, always ranking in the top three in his school. However, his school had poor educational quality, and in recent years, none of his students had been admitted to the provincial key high school. Our school, on the other hand, has ranked among the top three in the city in terms of its rate of admission to key high schools in recent years. The top sixty students in our grade can basically get into key high schools, and one year, eighty-three students were admitted. Now, without certain connections, it's really impossible to get in.

In our time, getting into a key high school, even if you don't get into the top class, is definitely enough to get into a regular university. If you can get into the top class, you can definitely get into a top university. The three key high schools in our city send more than a dozen students to Tsinghua and Peking Universities every year.

Yang Xiong is a little shorter than me, but he's stronger. Perhaps because he often works in the countryside, his skin is darker, and he's very strong. His clothes, both in color and style, are rather old and worn, clearly indicating that he comes from a poor family, but they are very clean.

It's become fashionable to be materialistic and snobbish. At first, apart from me, few classmates associated with him, and the girls kept their distance. I was nice to him for two reasons: first, we were deskmates, and my parents often taught me to maintain good relationships with classmates at school, saying it might be helpful in the future, citing many real-life examples; second, after spending a few days with him, I found him to be a good person—quiet, down-to-earth, helpful, and unassuming. He always had a friendly smile and his behavior was unlike the typical country kids I'd met before, making it impossible for me to dislike him.

One evening, about two weeks into the semester, I came home and my mother asked if I was still sitting next to the "handsome boy." The "handsome boy's" name was Liu Yuxuan. Apparently, his parents hoped he would grow up to be imposing and handsome, hence the name, as his father was rather thin. Liu Yuxuan didn't yet show signs of being imposing, but he was indeed very handsome, practically universally liked, just a little thin and quiet, somewhat like his father. My mother liked him very much, sometimes even more so than her own son.

Liu Yuxuan's mother and my mother were high school classmates. She's a little over a year younger than my mom. My mom started school later, while his mom started earlier, so they became classmates. His mom always called my mom "Sister Jing." Liu Yuxuan inherited the best features from his parents; he was beautiful from a young age, almost like jade, even a bit girlish. My mom used to say he'd be a heartthrob when he grew up, and she'd always smile knowingly.

I told my mom, "No, my deskmate this semester transferred from the countryside. He's not handsome, but not ugly either. His family isn't well-off, and his clothes are older than mine.

" "Son," my mom said earnestly, "don't look down on people from rural areas. You should know that I have many relatives in the countryside, like your great-aunt. Many successful people in society today grew up in rural areas."

After dinner, when my mother opened the wardrobe to tidy up clothes, she took out two coats and gave them to me: "These are your father's old coats. He only wore them a few times, so they're still relatively new. You don't want them, and your father can't wear them now, so give them to your classmate." My father isn't very tall, and he used to be quite thin, but now he's gained weight, and many of his old clothes no longer fit him.

The next day, I brought the coats to Yang Xiong and told him they were from my mother. He declined for a moment but then accepted them. When he tried them on, they fit him perfectly, as if they were bought for him. Although they weren't very new, they instantly made him look less dowdy.

(II)

My relationship with Yang Xiong grew better day by day, and we often spent time together after class. He was very interested in things outside of class, such as the situation of his classmates, the school, and the three key high schools in the city, and even some other things in the city itself. I rarely had the chance to show off, so I naturally told him in detail about the information I had gathered from various sources.

Because I often spent time with him, my former deskmate Liu Yuxuan, who was originally very close to me, became a little jealous.

Through getting to know him, I discovered that Yang Xiong was indeed a very good student, better than both Liu Yuxuan and me. He understood everything the teacher said in class immediately, and he never failed to answer a question. Gradually, not only did the teachers start to look at him differently, but many classmates also changed their opinions of him and were no longer as indifferent as before.

Besides being good at studying, he also knew a lot about things outside of textbooks. If it weren't for his rural accent, you wouldn't know he was the kind of uncultured child from the countryside. Actually, most of us city kids have been ruined by the internet and games. Like many of my classmates, besides going to school, my biggest interest was playing games, and I had no interest in learning anything else.

Gradually, Yang Xiong and I became very close, though he still wasn't very talkative. One time, he suddenly asked me, "Isn't your mother very beautiful?"

My mother is indeed very beautiful, and she has a great figure. Although she's over thirty, many people still think she's unmarried. Among my classmates, besides Liu Yuxuan's mother, my mother is the most beautiful. Therefore, at school, both the teachers and the principal treat me very well, which is something I'm proud of. However, Yang Xiong had never met my mother. I asked, "How did you know?" At that time, I didn't know he had already seen my mother's picture.

"My classmates all say that among the mothers in our class, yours and Liu Yuxuan's mothers are the most beautiful." I nodded proudly. He continued, "You're so lucky to have such a beautiful mother who dotes on you." Gradually, we became good friends. In class, he would patiently explain things I didn't understand, and my grades improved rapidly as a result. During the monthly exam, I surpassed my former deskmate Liu Yuxuan, reaching the twentieth rank in the class. Previously, I always ranked below thirtieth in the class. Although Liu Yuxuan was a little better than me, he had never been in the top thirty. Yang Xiong's grades were eighth in the class; if it weren't for his weak English, he would at least be in the top three.

My mother was very happy when she found out about this and asked me to invite Yang Xiong to our house to play, firstly to meet my smart and studious country deskmate, and secondly to thank him for his help.

Yang Xiong was flattered when he heard that my mother wanted him to come to our house. It took him a while to recover from his surprise and excitement, and he said that his aunt was so kind to him, and he had wanted to visit her for a long time.

One weekend evening, I brought Yang Xiong home. My mother was wearing a long white dress that day, her long hair flowing down her back, looking elegant and pure.

Yang Xiong was stunned by my mother's appearance as soon as he entered. Later, he said that he had only ever seen such a beautiful woman on television. It was my introduction that brought him back to his senses, and he blushed awkwardly, saying,

"Oh, it's Auntie! I thought you were A-Jian's sister, so young and beautiful." This compliment made my mother smile, overjoyed.

That day, my father was away on a business trip and hadn't returned, so it was just my mother and me at home. Hearing that he was coming, my mother had prepared a lot of delicious food.

After welcoming us in, my mother went to the kitchen to cook. Seeing this, Yang Xiong followed her in, saying, "Auntie, let me help you." My mother smiled and said, "You can cook?" Yang Xiong said shyly that he had cooked at home before, but he wasn't very good at it. However, he could help Auntie. Mom smiled and agreed.

Mom cooked a lot of delicious food, but Yang Xiong didn't touch his chopsticks much. Perhaps it was because it was his first time at my house and he was too shy to eat. Seeing this, Mom asked if it was because Auntie's cooking wasn't good. Yang Xiong said, "No, Auntie's cooking is delicious. It's the best I've ever eaten in my life." I didn't expect that this classmate, who was usually quiet at school, would be so good at flattery, even more so than that somewhat effeminate Liu Yuxuan.

Mom smiled and said, "Then eat more." After a while, seeing that Yang Xiong was still shy, Mom kept putting food into his bowl. Everyone enjoyed the meal. Yang Xiong was very talkative, often making Mom laugh heartily.

After the meal, Yang Xiong took the initiative to clear the table and wash the dishes. Mom couldn't help but praise him, saying, "I wish my son, A-Jian, was as diligent as you."

Yang Xiong finished washing the dishes and came out, taking out a lot of water chestnuts from his schoolbag. He usually goes back to his hometown every week or two. He probably brought them back this time.

My mother exclaimed like a young girl, "Wow! Water chestnuts!" My mother loved going to the countryside to eat water chestnuts when she was little, and often went to the water with relatives to pick them. So she was very excited to see them.

"These grow in our fishpond, they're so tender," he boasted to my mother. Then, while helping my mother peel the water chestnuts, he took the initiative to tell her about his hometown.

We'd known each other for over a month, and he hadn't introduced himself before, but today he seemed like a different person, talking non-stop with my mother. My mother seemed full of curiosity, eating the water chestnuts he had peeled while listening to him with a smile, occasionally interjecting with questions. Seeing my mother's interest, he spoke even more enthusiastically. He said that although his hometown was inconvenient to get to and relatively underdeveloped, the scenery was beautiful, with clear waters, lush mountains, and fragrant flowers—a true land of fish and rice.

"Can I come visit you next spring?" my mother asked, her expression as innocent as a young girl's.

"Welcome, Auntie! I'm afraid we won't be able to get you here!"

My mom usually talks to me at home, but never like today, so freely and for so long. Today, she mostly talked to Yang Xiong, making me feel like an outsider. I felt envious, frustrated, and a little jealous. Envious because Yang Xiong always found topics that interested my mom, and jealous because she was so kind to him on our first meeting. I also noticed that since entering the house, his gaze hadn't left my mom—during meals and even more so during conversation. My mom didn't seem bothered by his unrestrained gaze; in fact, she seemed quite pleased. After

talking for over an hour, my mom noticed me standing silently and told me to go to my room to study. Then she got up and said she was going to watch TV. Surprisingly, Yang Xiong followed her, continuing to talk until my mom said she was sleepy, at which point he left and went back to my room.

After that, he often came to my house because the school cafeteria food was truly inedible. Every time he came, my mom was happy and would cook lots of delicious food. And they always seemed to have endless things to talk about. Yang Xiong seemed to know a lot and rarely got stuck. Several times I heard my mother praise him, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so studious and know so much." If he didn't come for three or five days, my mother would ask about him.

(III)

My mother liked him more and more, which I think might be related to my father's frequent absence from home. My mother was usually alone at home and rarely had someone she could talk to. He was very talkative and often made my mother laugh.

At that time, I had no doubt that my mother would have something going on with him, because my mother liked boys like Liu Yuxuan. My mother liked talking to him, probably because she was usually too bored.

However, I never dreamed that he would win over my mother so quickly and capture her heart.

After the midterm exams, a classmate had a birthday party and invited me but I didn't invite him because he didn't have money to buy a gift, and besides, he had just transferred to the school this semester and wasn't very familiar with the other students.

Perhaps afraid that my mother would be bored at home alone, he secretly came to my house. My mother

was preparing to eat, but since I didn't eat at home, she just made a little something. Seeing him arrive, knowing he hadn't eaten, I hurried to the kitchen to cook. He was already familiar with my mother, so he didn't stand on ceremony and followed me into the kitchen to cook with her.

While preparing the dishes, my mother asked him why he hadn't gone to his classmate's birthday party. My parents have always been supportive of my attending such events, believing they are good opportunities to connect with classmates.

Yang Xiong smiled and said, "I'm not very familiar with him, and he didn't invite me. Besides, my aunt is home alone, and I wanted to come and keep her company."

Hearing this, Mom happily said, "I didn't expect our Xiaoxiong to still care about Auntie." Yang Xiong said, "I've always cared about Auntie, and you're only just realizing it now?" Mom looked at his earnest expression and was even happier. She couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek and said, "My Xiaojian, if only he were as well-behaved as you." She paused, then continued, "He only knows how to play all day. If it weren't for you being his deskmate this semester, and with your help, I'm really worried he wouldn't get into a top middle school."

Yang Xiong said, "Actually, Jian is pretty good too. He's more sensible than many of his classmates. He never looked down on me, his deskmate from the countryside. He's also studying very hard now." Mom said, "He's been much more diligent this semester. But his grades are still much lower than yours. You should help him more in the future." Yang Xiong said, "Don't worry, Auntie. You're so good to me, I'll definitely do my best."

Mom quickly prepared two dishes. Perhaps because I wasn't there, he wasn't restrained at all and started eating heartily.

Mom watched him wolf down his food and found it very cute. She ate, watched, and smiled, her smile as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

Yang Xiong seemed stunned by his mother's beauty, and said somewhat dreamily, "Auntie, you're so beautiful!

More beautiful than Chang'e!"

"Really? I'm getting old, Auntie is almost forty."

"No, you're not old at all, I feel like you're my older sister." "Hehehe." His mother laughed even more brightly.

After dinner, the two chatted in the living room. As they chatted, Yang Xiong started talking about the benefits of washing feet, saying that the feet are the second heart of the body, "Washing feet in spring raises Yang and strengthens the body; washing feet in summer removes heat and dampness; washing feet in autumn moistens the lungs; washing feet in winter warms the lower abdomen," and so on. He said that washing feet regularly not only helps with sleep and can prolong life, but also keeps one young.

His mother asked, "Who told you that?" Yang Xiong said, "I saw it in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic." His mother had heard of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic before and said in surprise, "You've read the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic?" Yang Xiong said, "I read it when I had nothing to do."

It turned out that Yang Xiong's ancestors were a well-known wealthy family in the area, and his great-grandfather had been a county magistrate. The family had a large collection of books, and he was studious from a young age, often reading them in his spare time. It was precisely because of his intelligence and studiousness that his uncle persuaded his father to transfer him to a school in the city.

His mother didn't sleep well at night, and upon hearing that foot baths helped with sleep and even prolong life, she said, "Then I'll have to try it sometime." Actually, his mother had been to foot massage parlors before, but she was ticklish and hadn't gone back after one time.

Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, why don't you try it today? I'll wash your feet." "You'll wash my feet?" His mother looked at him with a smile, then asked, "You know how to wash feet?" Yang Xiong nodded and said, "Whether it's good or not, Auntie will know after trying." "Okay, then I'll test Xiao Xiong's skills." Seeing his

mother agree, Yang Xiong quickly got up to pour the foot bath water, seemingly afraid his mother would change her mind.

Yang Xiong poured the water for his mother, who had already taken off her stockings and was waiting. Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, can you try the water temperature to see if it's suitable?"

His mother put her feet in, and the temperature was just right. The sentimental mother felt an indescribable feeling, both warm and happy, because it had been a long time since anyone had cared for her so much.

(IV)

After soaking her feet for a while, Yang Xiong picked them up from the basin and exclaimed, "Auntie, your feet are so beautiful."

The mother smiled and said, "What's so beautiful about feet?"

But he said seriously, "Auntie, your feet are the most beautiful I've ever seen, really, and your legs are beautiful too." The mother said half-jokingly, "Then you can look at them to your heart's content today."

He replied seriously, "Thank you, Auntie." Then, while admiring the jade-like feet in his hands, he gently rubbed and washed them.

His somewhat infatuated appearance made it seem less like he was washing her feet and more like he was playing with them.

My mother's feet and legs were indeed very beautiful, definitely more beautiful than those of models. Her legs were long, straight, and shapely, without any body hair, and the skin was smooth and soft, almost like a girl's. Her feet weren't large; they could be described as delicate jade feet, with neatly arranged toes, white with a hint of pink, and perfectly proportioned, neither too fat nor too thin.

A few years ago, when she went to the swimming pool, she caused many young couples who came to swim to leave unhappy. The men's eyes were drawn to my mother's beautiful legs, making their wives jealous and leading to arguments.

As he washed her feet, he gently massaged the acupoints on her feet, seemingly having studied acupressure. His pressure was perfect, making my mother, who was usually ticklish, feel very comfortable. She couldn't help but squint her eyes and recline on the sofa, enjoying his service.

My mother initially found it novel and fun to have Yang Xiong wash her feet, as no one had ever washed her feet before. However, it wasn't long before her heart began to race. She felt a warm current rising from the soles of her feet to her heart, a pleasant sensation tingled with a strange excitement and tingling.

Actually, Mom herself didn't know that her feet were her erogenous zones. Because no one had ever washed her feet so attentively before, she had never experienced this before. She only learned this later; if she had known earlier, I think Mom probably wouldn't have let Yang Xiong wash her feet.

Gradually, Mom's heart began to race, and she wanted to stop washing her feet several times, but she didn't say anything. She was reluctant to end this wonderfully itchy and comfortable feeling, and at the same time, seeing Yang Xiong's earnest expression made her feel warm. Perhaps Mom was so engrossed in enjoying it that she didn't notice her face turning red and her breathing becoming heavy. She only knew that her private parts were wet and the temperature was rising.

Finally, after washing both feet, Mom thought it was over, but then her toes were enveloped in something warm and moist. A tingling sensation rushed to her mind, and she trembled involuntarily. Opening her eyes, she found Yang Xiong sucking on her toes. "Xiaoxiong, you—"

Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, your feet are so beautiful. Ever since I saw the photos, I've had this urge to kiss them. Auntie, can I kiss them?"

"You've seen my photos?" Mom was quite surprised.

Yang Xiong said shyly, "There were a few photos of you in the clothes you gave me last time." Mom then remembered that it was a few years ago when she and Dad went on vacation to Hainan. She took some swimsuit photos at the beach and didn't know when they were put in the pocket of those clothes. A few blushes appeared on

Mom's face. Those photos were the most revealing photos Mom had ever taken in her life, because the swimsuits were two-piece, only covering her private parts.

Looking at Yang Xiong's expectant eyes, Mom couldn't bear to refuse and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You child, your feet are so dirty, how can you kiss them?"

Yang Xiong said, "Auntie's feet aren't dirty at all, and they even have a very nice fragrance." "Sigh—" Mom sighed softly, saying "You child," and didn't pull her foot away, letting him suck and kiss it.

The sweet, tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, causing Mom's whole body to tremble slightly. Her legs began to twist involuntarily, and she finally had to say, "Auntie, lying like this isn't comfortable. Let's stop today." Yang Xiong reluctantly put Mom's feet down.

After getting up, Mom said she was going to take a shower and went into the bathroom. Actually, Mom's private parts were already incredibly wet; if she hadn't been wearing thick home clothes, Yang Xiong would have seen the wet patches between her legs.

A while later, Mom came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her face still flushed. Yang Xiong stared, stunned again, because Mom looked exceptionally beautiful, charming, and alluring.

Seeing Yang Xiong's infatuated gaze, Mom glared at him and said, "Stop daydreaming, go take a shower."

(V)

After showering, Yang Xiong came out and, seeing Mom wasn't in the living room, went to her room.

Mom had already changed into her pajamas. Seeing Yang Xiong come in, she still felt a strange tension, but being an adult, she calmed herself down and said, "Xiao Jian said they might stay up all night. If you want to sleep, go to sleep first, don't wait for him."

Yang Xiong said, "I don't want to sleep yet, it's still early, I want to talk to Auntie a little longer." Mom said, "Okay then."

With Mom's permission, Yang Xiong went over and sat down next to her, saying, "Auntie, isn't it much more comfortable to wash your feet?"

At Yang Xiong's words, Mom's face flushed again, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment. Saying it was comfortable was hard to describe, and saying it wasn't comfortable would be a lie, so she could only nod in the end.

Yang Xiong said, "Then can I wash Auntie's feet from now on?"

Mom glanced at Yang Xiong and said, "You have to go to school, Auntie will wash them herself from now on." Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, it won't affect my studies." Seeing that Mom didn't agree, he cautiously asked, "Auntie, is it because I didn't wash them well?"

At this moment, Mom really didn't know how to answer, but deep down she really hoped to experience this feeling again next time. This feeling was something her mother had never experienced when she washed herself, but the longing, impulse, and emptiness it brought were unresolved. She had gone to the bathroom to wash and rinse for a while to calm the desire within her.

Her mother looked at Yang Xiong with concern, noticing his nervous expression. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said softly,

"No, Xiao Xiong. You washed very well, Auntie felt very comfortable, but you're at school and don't have much time to spend with Auntie."

Yang Xiong said excitedly, "Auntie, I have time." He then wrapped his arms around his mother's waist, his voice trembling with tears, "Auntie, I like you so much, really. I liked you the first time I saw your picture. I wish I could see you every day. I'd like to wash your feet, I'd like to lick your toes, I'd like to do anything for you..."

When Yang Xiong hugged his mother, she trembled and initially wanted to push him away. But after he said that, she not only didn't push him away, but instead pulled him into her arms, gently stroking his head, and softly said, "Auntie likes Xiao Xiong too." Hearing this, Yang Xiong looked up at his mother. Mother's face flushed slightly, a captivating, mesmerizing blush. When her gaze met his, it deepened, adding a touch of shyness that made her exceptionally alluring.

Under the warm, inviting light, they gazed at each other silently, neither looking away.

After a moment, Mother felt her heart race, and that strange feeling returned. Her heart began to race, but she didn't look away. Yang Xiong stared intently at Mother, his Adam's apple bobbing as if swallowing.

"Auntie, you're so beautiful. I want to kiss you," Yang Xiong finally said.

Mother was startled. Before she could speak, Yang Xiong's lips were already close. Because they were embracing, their faces were very close, and before Mother could react, his lips were sealed. Mother trembled again, but instead of pulling away, she closed her eyes.

His mother's expression greatly encouraged Yang Xiong. At first, he was a little nervous, afraid of upsetting her. But seeing that she didn't pull away and instead closed her eyes, the clever boy pulled her into his arms, his tongue parting her slightly open lips.

His mother's hands, which had been on his shoulders, slowly moved to his neck, and she opened her mouth to meet his passionate kiss.

Perhaps it was Yang Xiong's first time kissing a woman; he lacked technique and just nibbled randomly. Gradually, his mother went from passive to active, guiding him in the kiss.

Yang Xiong was not only academically gifted but also quick to grasp the art of kissing, kissing his mother until she trembled and gasped softly.

After kissing for about ten minutes, he released his mother's lips and said, "Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable. Can I love you just this once?"

Although his mother was already confused and yearning, she wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman. And because of her status, she scolded, "You naughty boy, I'm your aunt." Yang Xiong seemed to know his mother wouldn't refuse him, and said, "Auntie, I really feel so uncomfortable, look." He then grabbed his mother's hand and guided it to his bulge between his legs.

"How come yours is so big?" his mother exclaimed in surprise, sensing its size.

"Because he likes Auntie, he misses Auntie." Seeing that his mother didn't pull her hand away, Yang Xiong gazed at her intently and pleaded, "Auntie, I really love you so much, please give me one time?" His mother remained silent, neither withdrawing her hand nor speaking, seemingly hesitant.

(VI)

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiong suddenly stood up, pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, which was longer and larger than that of his peers, and said to his mother, "Auntie, look."

His mother looked at his swollen and erect penis and scolded, "Why are you showing it off?" Yang Xiong said, "Auntie, I've missed you for so long, it's really painful, please give me one time, okay?" His mother sighed and said shyly, "You really are Auntie's little devil." Yang Xiong was overjoyed upon hearing this, and hurriedly took off his pants, which had already fallen to his knees, and his only shirt, standing naked in front of his mother. His mother

had already made up her mind, so she was no longer shy. Seeing Yang Xiong standing foolishly in front of her with his penis, which was larger than that of an average adult, she said in a coquettish voice, "Little devil, since you like Auntie, why don't you help Auntie undress?"

His mother was a person who liked romance, and although she was willing to accept him, she still couldn't be too proactive.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiong stepped forward and helped his mother unbutton her nightgown. Watching his adorable, trembling movements as he unbuttoned his clothes, his mother smiled sweetly.

To encourage him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed him.

His mother had a habit of not wearing a bra to bed. So, with her pajamas undone, a whole new world unfolded before Yang Xiong's eyes: two snow-white breasts stood erect, their areolas relatively large, unlike those of a woman who had given birth. They weren't large, but very firm, without any sagging.

Seeing him gazing at her youthful breasts, his mother excitedly pulled him closer and kissed him. Yang Xiong embraced his mother's back with one hand while kissing her, his other hand gently kneading her breasts.

This kiss didn't last long; perhaps at his mother's prompting, Yang Xiong soon released her lips and slowly lowered his face. His mother's hands, which had been around his neck, now rested on his shoulders.

She tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her neck.

Without any instruction, Yang Xiong smoothly laid his mother down on the bed, but his lips didn't leave her body; they simply moved downwards. When he kissed her breast, he bit down on the nipple and began to suckle excitedly.

The unusual tingling sensation in her nipple quickly spread throughout her body, the pleasure vibrating through her skin and further igniting her deepest desires.

"There's no milk inside!" his mother said softly, her hand gently stroking his back.

"I like it even without milk. I like everything about you, Auntie." After saying that, Yang Xiong moved his mouth to the other breast.

When he kissed near his mother's navel, her whole body twisted erratically. His mother was a sensitive woman, and her navel was one of her erogenous zones.

Her lower abdomen was covered by her pajama bottoms, and Yang Xiong kissed around her navel while pulling down her pajama bottoms.

His mother cooperated by lifting her buttocks, and Yang Xiong pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear at the same time.

Then, Yang Xiong used the techniques he learned from pornographic videos to kiss his way down his body, moving his body between his mother's legs. Soon his lips reached his mother's private parts. Whether it was to make kissing easier or to allow him to see the female anatomy more clearly, his mother spread her legs as wide as possible.

Yang Xiong looked up at that private area and exclaimed, "Auntie, your lower part is also very beautiful." My mother's vulva was very beautiful; there wasn't much pubic hair, and it wasn't long, but it was neatly arranged above the vulva. There wasn't much hair around the vagina, allowing him to see the surrounding area clearly at a glance. My mother's vulva wasn't the dark color common in mature women; perhaps because she didn't have much sex with my father, the area around her vulva was still white and tender, like that of a teenage girl.

At this moment, my mother's vagina was probably already flowing with fluid, as there was liquid leaking from the vaginal opening.

Knowing he was admiring her vulva, the mother said shyly, "Stop looking, Auntie's embarrassed, you little devil." "I want to see! This is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful vulva in real life! I want to kiss it too!" Yang Xiong said willfully, then lowered his head and sealed his mother's vulva with his lips, sucking the fluid flowing from her vaginal opening into his mouth.

The mother's body trembled even more violently, while she let out intoxicating moans.

Perhaps having watched pornographic videos a few times before, Yang Xiong licked the outside of the mother's vulva for a while, then used his hands to spread her labia majora and licked the pink flesh inside, as well as the already protruding clitoris.

The mother's "hmm" sounds grew louder, her body not only twisting irregularly, but also her buttocks occasionally lifting and thrusting, as if both avoiding Yang Xiong's licking and welcoming his service.

After a while, the mother, seemingly unable to bear the torment of her desire, pleaded in a trembling voice,

"Stop licking, come on, you little devil, Auntie wants you."

This time, Yang Xiong didn't resist. As if obeying a command, he straightened up, pressed his erect penis against the mother's vulva, and straddled her.

The mother was now burning with desire, one hand around his neck, the other grasping his penis and eagerly guiding it into her vagina.

Although the mother's vagina was already very wet, Yang Xiong didn't insert it all at once. Because the mother hadn't had sex in a long time, her vagina was very tight. Yang Xiong thought he wasn't using enough force, so he slightly raised his hips and then thrust in with force. This time, he finally penetrated all the way in, but his mother beneath him tensed up and let out a soft cry, saying, "You rascal, be gentle! You're killing me!" Yang Xiong finally got his wish and entered his mother's body. He looked at her affectionately and said, "Because you're so beautiful, I want to have you as soon as possible."

Perhaps his earlier recklessness had made his mother uncomfortable, so he didn't rush to thrust. Instead, he savored the tightness and warmth inside her, a feeling he had only experienced in his dreams. Soon, he felt something inside her vagina, as if it were squeezing or sucking at his glans, making him shudder and almost ejaculate.

His mother wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, saying, "Silly boy, I've already promised you, why are you afraid I'll run away?"

Yang Xiong reciprocated with a deep kiss.

After a while, when his mother coquettishly urged him to move, Yang Xiong slowly began to thrust. His mother moved her hips to match his thrusts.

As his mother cooperated, his thrusts became faster and more intense. Each time he thrust all the way in, his mother would let out a deep "hmm." This sound excited him even more, and after each full thrust, he would rub against the tender flesh in front of his glans, making his mother utter a series of "hmm," "hmm" sounds. Later, each time he was about to thrust all the way in, his mother would arch her hips upwards to welcome his insertion and rubbing.

Soon, Mom's breathing became heavy, and her "uh" and "oh" sounds gradually increased. Later, Mom raised her legs high, and began to moan intermittently: "...Xiong... harder... um... I'm coming... like this... um... fuck Auntie to death... Auntie loves you... so good... you're so good at fucking... like this... I'm going to die... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming..." Mom's voice grew louder, her vagina became increasingly wet, and Yang Xiong felt the thrusting becoming smoother, faster, and stronger. Mom seemed afraid his penis would slip out, so she held his buttocks with both hands, while constantly shouting, urging, encouraging, and guiding him.

The two entwined passionately for a while, and gradually, Yang Xiong felt his heart racing, his blood boiling, and his genitals swelling. He had experienced this feeling during masturbation, and knowing he was about to climax, he said to Mom:

"I'm almost there."

Hearing this, Mom seemed even more excited, her arms tightening around him as if afraid he would pull away. She spoke haltingly, "...Shoot...Give it to me...Shoot inside...I'm going to die..." At this moment, Yang Xiong reached his climax. He pressed down hard on Mom's high, firm buttocks, pressing tightly against her, as if trying to squeeze himself into her body.

"Ah!—" As Yang Xiong began to ejaculate, Mom also reached the peak of ecstasy, letting out a blissful cry. Then, Mom's whole body convulsed, both of them clinging tightly to him, as if trying to squeeze him completely into their bodies.

The tightness inside Mom's body and the trembling of her clitoris excited Yang Xiong even more. His penis thrust desperately deep into Mom's body, relentlessly releasing his seed.

After a while, Mom, panting heavily, said, "I'm dying," and released her arms from Yang Xiong's embrace, lowering her raised legs, but the convulsions didn't stop.

Yang Xiong didn't immediately get off Mom; he still held her tightly, his penis still pressed firmly against her genitals. Only when his mother's body stopped trembling and went limp did he loosen his grip on her, slightly lifting his upper body to restore her breasts, which he had flattened, to their original shape. He gently stroked her flushed face, gazing into her dazed eyes, and said emotionally, "Auntie, I love you, I'll love you forever." His fairy-like mother's face radiated happiness and sweetness as she tenderly said, "Xiong, Auntie loves you too." She then laboriously lifted her head and gently kissed Yang Xiong on the lips.

(VII)

Yang Xiong lay on top of his mother, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking while lovingly kissing her until she said wearily, "Get off me," at which point he reluctantly got off her.

Yang Xiong turned to the side, looking at his mother, his hand gently stroking her firm breasts, and said, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's been so comfortable. To be honest, today you made me feel like a real woman. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No. Really, Auntie, you're the first woman I've ever liked, and the first woman I've ever loved."

"Is today your first time? You almost drove me crazy! You're such a little devil, so young yet so amazing, like a little bull."

"Auntie, hasn't Uncle ever made you feel this comfortable?"

"No." He wasn't embarrassed when his parents were mentioned, but answered frankly.

"Have you and your uncle not done it in a long time?"

"Yes." Hearing this, Mom's expression darkened slightly. She said, "Your uncle is very busy with work and is rarely home. Besides, Auntie is getting old, and your uncle has lost interest."

"Auntie, where are you getting old?" Yang Xiong touched Mom's breasts and said, "Your breasts are so firm, almost like a girl's. Your skin is still so smooth and supple. Your figure is so good, no less than those models. You don't have a single wrinkle on your face..." "

You're so sweet-talking." Mom said this, but she felt sweet inside.

"That's just how it is. Why don't you go out and ask someone else?"

Mom sighed softly and said, "I heard he has other women outside." "Auntie, you're so beautiful, how could Uncle go to other women?" "You men, you're all always looking for something better. How many of you aren't fickle?" "In this life, I only love Auntie."

Mom's face was filled with happiness, and she kissed Yang Xiong tenderly.

"Auntie, I want to make love to you every day from now on, and make you happy every day. Okay?" Mom smiled sweetly and said, "Can your body handle it?"

"I can. As long as I'm with you, I have inexhaustible energy. By the way, Auntie, I just ejaculated inside you. Will you get pregnant?"

Mom glared at Yang Xiong and pointed at his forehead, saying, "You rascal, you were pressing against me so hard, it was like you were trying to pierce me, and you kept going for so long, you filled my uterus." Yang Xiong shamelessly said, "That's what you wanted me to do." Then he asked with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?"

"If you really get pregnant, it means we're really meant to be. I'll give birth to the child because it's the fruit of our love."

Hearing this, Yang Xiong kissed Mom passionately, and Mom responded tenderly.

Before long, Mom became excited again and began a second round of lovemaking with the tireless Yang Xiong.

That night, Yang Xiong and my mother made love four times, giving her countless orgasms. Later, she was too exhausted and, fearing I would find out, let Yang Xiong return to my room.

The next day, my mother didn't get up until noon. Yang Xiong prepared both breakfast and lunch.

That same night, Yang Xiong conquered my mother, making her fall head over heels in love with him. After that night, my mother was radiant and seemed even more beautiful.

The second weekend, Yang Xiong didn't come to my house, perhaps because I was home and he was afraid I would notice something amiss. However, my mother, deeply in love, couldn't resist and went to Yang Xiong's school the next morning. The two spent the whole day together in a hotel.

When my mother returned that evening, her legs were almost unsteady, but she looked radiant, her face glowing with happiness.

Although my mother was deeply in love with Yang Xiong, she didn't initially intend to live with him in the future. She had a family, she had me, and it was because she couldn't bear to leave me that she hadn't divorced my father, whose relationship with her had already cooled. Besides, she was so much older than Yang Xiong; she could be his mother. My mother only wanted to be his lover for life.

However, not long after, Mom changed her mind, because her words from that day had come true. She was pregnant, and it was from her first time with Yang Xiong.

Soon after becoming pregnant, Liu Yuxuan's mother also became Yang Xiong's captive.

[The End]

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