Family and Affection

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Recently, many great writers have emerged, bringing us many excellent works. I am a newbie who has never written anything before. This is just a way for me to vent my frustration. If any readers find any plot inconsistencies, grammatical errors, or awkward sentences, please forgive me. You are welcome to offer opinions, views, insights, and even criticisms; I welcome them all. This work is actually based on a certain formula, so please read it for entertainment. I did not plagiarize any of the various references; I merely borrowed them. You could say I'm a porter of nature's ideas. The title was just something I came up with randomly, and I don't know if there are any similarities. Finally, I hope the moderator can help with the formatting, as I'm really not good at it. Also, your attention is my motivation for serializing this work. Thank you.

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Chapter 1

For God, Heaven is his home; for us, home is our Heaven.

Donghui, 38 years old this year, works for the city's power supply department. He graduated with a degree in computer science, which was especially valuable back then, as computers were a rarity. It was a job befitting his qualifications. For a man approaching 40, entering middle age, with a house, a car, a wife, and a son, and a mid-level manager in a state-owned enterprise, he could be considered successful in his career and had a happy family.

Speaking of which, we must mention Donghui's wife, Rui Jing, 36 years old this year, two years younger than her husband. Although the term "school beauty" didn't exist back then, her looks would be considered school beauty level by today's standards. At 171cm tall, she's almost 5cm taller than her husband.

Rui Jing possessed a delicate and youthful face, untouched by time, radiating a maturity and allure. Her full hips, slender waist, and long legs accentuated her voluptuous figure. She had long, flowing, jet-black hair, an impressive E-cup bust, and smooth, elastic skin. With such a beautiful figure and complexion, she looked like a beautiful woman in her early thirties.

Dong Hui's face wasn't ugly, but it was rather ordinary. However, from their first meeting to their marriage, they were the envy of everyone around them, including their relatives and friends. Rui Jing had just graduated high school and became a substitute teacher at a primary school. Although it was a respected profession, as a substitute teacher, her salary wasn't high.

Donghui held a university degree, specifically in the relatively advanced field of computer science. At the time, university graduates were highly sought after, including Ruijing. Ruijing's family had never produced a university graduate, and they deeply admired and envied those with education. Influenced by her family, Ruijing met Donghui at a party and fell in love with him at first sight. Donghui also loved this kind and beautiful girl.

Although Donghui was nearly 5cm shorter than his wife, he wasn't ashamed; on the contrary, he was proud to have married such a tall and beautiful woman. True love isn't about sweet words, grand vows, or passionate kisses and embraces; it's about mutual care and trust in everyday life.

The couple lived a blissful life after their marriage, and in their second year, they welcomed their son. To make their family life even better, Donghui worked even harder, and a few years ago he finally shed his technical skills and became an administrator providing advice and guidance. His salary and bonuses increased accordingly, and his work became busier. Although he didn't have to work as hard as a frontline employee, his pursuit of perfection sometimes meant he would go out to conduct on-site inspections and provide guidance.

Ruijing was a gentle and considerate wife who took care of all the household affairs, allowing her husband to work with peace of mind. It is said that behind every successful man is a great woman, and this is absolutely true. Influenced by her husband, Ruijing, in addition to working and taking care of the family, began to enrich her knowledge, actively participating in adult education and obtaining an adult education associate degree. Three years ago, she passed the education bureau's assessment, removed the title of substitute teacher, and became a proud people's teacher.

Since Donghui became a leader, he has naturally had many social engagements, and some casual interactions are unavoidable. However, he has his own bottom line and never does anything to betray his wife. This is not only due to his self-discipline but also to the harmonious life they share.

At work, Ruijing is very dignified and elegant, wearing professional suits, pencil skirts, nude stockings, and wedge heels. Sometimes she wears simple and appropriate dresses—this is her attire for teaching. In her personal life, Ruijing dresses more sexily and fashionably, with various bodycon dresses, a wardrobe full of sexy pajamas, and even thongs and pantyhose—all perks reserved for her husband.

When going out with her husband, Ruijing tries to wear flat shoes or shoes with a slight heel. Only when she is alone does she change into sexy high heels. Wearing high heels shifts her center of gravity backward, making her legs straighter, causing her buttocks to contract and her chest to protrude. Whether standing or walking, her full S-shaped figure exudes charm and grace.

As Donghui gets older, he's starting to feel a bit less energetic in bed. His new job means he spends more time in the office reading documents and giving remote instructions over the phone. Lack of exercise has diminished his stamina. If he and his wife used to have sex twice a week, now it's maybe once a week, or even once every two weeks.

Ruijing never complains, always serving her husband wholeheartedly, changing outfits and trying different things. This once-a-week schedule actually makes them more satisfied and strengthens their relationship.

After so many years of loving marriage, they have raised a son together. He's in his final year of middle school, a crucial stage in his academic career. His grades are above average, and he's inherited features from both parents—handsome yet masculine. If he only inherited his mother's beauty, he might look effeminate; if he only inherited his father's, he'd be more average. He combines features from both parents. He's currently 167cm tall, which is average for a middle school student still developing.

Speaking of his son's height, Donghui felt very gratified. At least for now, his son was taller than him, and he would experience a second growth spurt in high school, so reaching 170cm shouldn't be a problem. In the words of Donghui's parents, marrying such a beautiful and tall wife could improve the genes of their Dong family's future generations.

Their son's personality resembled his mother's; he was kind and modest. It wasn't that his father, Donghui, wasn't kind, but as a former technician, his first impression was that of a dull person. He rose to his position as a leader based on his excellent technical skills. Every organization needs a capable leader and a sociable leader, and he happened to be the former.

With a husband who was busier than socializing, the care and education of their son naturally fell to Ruijing. From when her son learned to walk and talk to preparing for his primary school entrance exams, it was all the mother's responsibility for education and guidance, with Donghui only playing a supporting role. Therefore, their son was closer to his mother. As the saying goes, sons resemble their mothers, and daughters resemble their fathers; isn't this also a natural law of attraction between opposite sexes?

The close bond between mother and son didn't arouse Donghui's jealousy; instead, he felt gratified. He had his wife on one side and his son on the other. He knew his work kept him busy, leaving him with little time to spend with his family, which made him feel deeply indebted. His son was now grown up and the second pillar of the family; if he weren't around, the responsibility of caring for his mother would fall on his son's shoulders.

Donghui's sense of family responsibility was just as strong as his work responsibility. His only influence and lesson for his son was that as a man, you can be busy with work and social engagements, but you must have your bottom line and never forget to care for your family. You may not have time, but you must never forget to come home. Ruijing understood her husband's character and willingly became the woman who supported him from behind.

In Donghui's belief, women are not meant to be possessed or flaunted, but to be cared for and loved. Therefore, his son has shared some of the caregiving duties for his mother since childhood. Donghui feels he might not care for his wife as much, but that's okay; he has his son to make up for it. With this belief, how could Donghui be jealous of the close relationship between mother and son?

Life is an unpredictable destiny, not changed by anyone's will. Sometimes it's calm, sometimes it's stormy. When you can't change fate, change yourself.

Donghui thought life would continue peacefully, resting at sunset and working at sunrise. But fate always throws a pebble into your calm river, creating ripples in your life.

After a week of studying away from home, Donghui dragged his tired body home. The house was as peaceful as ever. He lazily lay on the sofa; all the hustle and bustle outside seemed to fade into tranquility. Home is always the best haven.

"Wife, where's our son? Hasn't he come back yet?" Donghui asked, watching his wife's voluptuous figure busy in the kitchen.

"He has tutoring this afternoon, he won't be back until later," his wife replied.

It was June, and the weather was quite hot. His wife's beautiful face was smooth and delicate, her skin still as white and rosy as snow. Her long, black, curly hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a white, strappy, bodycon mini-dress. Her large breasts, accentuated by a red bra, stood out prominently, some flesh exposed, creating a deep cleavage. Her pert buttocks formed an alluring curve.

Most irresistible were her long, slender, white legs clad in flesh-colored stockings and high-heeled sandals. The already short skirt appeared even shorter, and the high heels and stockings barely concealed her large buttocks.

Rui Jing had a little quirk: she loved high heels and stockings. For example, she would only wear ultra-thin stockings when the air conditioning was on, the friction between the stockings and her skin feeling very comfortable. Wearing high heels gave her a confidence she had never felt before.

Looking at his beautiful and alluring wife, with her large breasts, plump hips, and silk-stockinged legs, even possessing the unique fragrance of a mature woman, this was the woman Donghui loved, the woman he would cherish for life.

Having not tasted love for two weeks, Donghui embraced his wife from behind and said, "Wife, I missed you so much." His wife seemed to have anticipated this; Donghui's sudden action didn't startle her. She simply stopped her work, smiled sweetly, and looked like a cute little woman. Even after so many years of marriage, Ruijing, though capable of being very open, still maintained a woman's reserve.

Ruijing knew what her husband was about to do and obediently turned around, looking at him with watery eyes. She felt his erect penis rubbing against her thigh and giggled, "You just got back, why are you in such a hurry?" "Wife, because I missed you," Donghui said gently, wrapping his arms around his wife's slender waist and burying his head in her chest, gently rubbing it, as if sending a signal.

At this moment, Rui Jing's face was flushed, her eyes filled with allure. She gently pulled down the straps of her bra, revealing that the red bra couldn't fully cover her E-cup breasts; most of her flesh was exposed. His wife skillfully pushed the bra up, revealing her large, firm, and smooth breasts. Even though Dong Hui had played with her countless times, he was still mesmerized by her beautiful E-cup breasts.

"You rascal, what are you looking at? Come on," his wife said passionately.

Dong Hui couldn't wait and bit down on his wife's nipple, sucking on the already erect one. Rui Jing's eyes were filled with desire as she unzipped her husband's pants, pulling out his rock-hard penis and slowly stroking it.

Donghui's engorged penis, red and swollen from lack of release, was flushed with pleasure as he praised his wife, "So good, wife, mmm, harder, you're amazing, ah."

Hearing her husband's voice, Ruijing worked even harder on his penis, kneading and playing with it in various ways. Donghui was indescribably comfortable, his mouth holding his wife's nipple, his hands moving to her plump, upturned buttocks, lifting her tight-fitting skirt, and repeatedly caressing and rubbing her stocking-clad buttocks.

"Hehe, no, you bad boy, don't be so rough, you'll break it," Ruijing cried out softly, panting. Her buttocks were one of her sensitive areas, and her husband's caresses sent waves of tingling sensation through her body. She released her grip on his penis, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him with seductive eyes, her lips parted.

Donghui seemed to sense something, releasing the nipple he was sucking on and looking up at his wife. His wife's lips were painted with flesh-colored lip gloss, making her already bright lips even more alluring. Because of their height difference, and because his wife was wearing high heels, Donghui only reached her mouth.

Ruijing lowered her head, bending slightly to reach her husband's height. He immediately opened his mouth wide, pressing his lips tightly against Ruijing's, passionately savoring her enchanting lips. Donghui plunged his tongue deep into his wife's mouth, swirling it around and licking her saliva. This passionate kiss aroused Ruijing, her body involuntarily writhing, her mouth actively responding to her husband's kiss. They mutually devoured each other's saliva, making smacking sounds.

After five minutes of passionate kissing, Rui Jing opened her alluring eyes to look at her husband, breathing heavily. "Let's take a shower before our son comes back."

Dong Hui was already burning with desire, his erection hard as a rock. He didn't care about anything else, and scooped up his wife and rushed into the bathroom. His wife clung tightly to Dong Hui's neck, her desire evident in her eyes.

Once inside the bathroom, Dong Hui gently put his wife down. Seeing that her bodycon dress was half-undone, he pulled it down with a jerk. His wife's skin was as white and smooth as milk, her slender waist without any excess fat, and her smooth abdomen supporting her large breasts. She wore a pair of silky pink panties, and her buttocks were so plump and perky that the panties were stretched taut. Her thick vulva was clearly visible through the tightly bound panties, and from that plump and alluring cleft, a few drops of vaginal fluid were already seeping out, wetting a patch of the fabric.

Donghui stripped his wife naked, leaving her only in flesh-colored stockings and high-heeled sandals. He then rubbed his penis against her labia. His wife instinctively squeezed her legs together, and his penis moved back and forth between her thighs, rubbing against her plump vulva and stockinged legs.

Rui Jing was limp from her husband's rubbing. Although she was a head taller than him, she nestled in his arms like a little girl. Her firm, large breasts were roughly kneaded and shaped by his hands, his fingers occasionally scraping her erect, red nipples, making her breath quicken and her body tremble.

"Ah...no...don't...I can't take it anymore," his wife almost moaned. Her vulva secreted copious amounts of vaginal fluid, sticking to Donghui's penis. Her labia were slightly parted from the rubbing, revealing the bright pink flesh inside.

She felt her body burning, her private parts itching intensely. At her age, her libido was even greater than her husband's, though she usually suppressed it well. "Husband...stop playing...hurry...come in."

Donghui turned his wife around, her back to him, his hands constantly caressing her silk-stockinged legs—calves, thighs, buttocks. The soft, silky feel of her legs was irresistible. His wife's lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking her flesh-colored sheer stockings. Finally, amidst his wife's pleas, Donghui pulled down her stockings to her thighs, his penis thrusting into her vagina.

"Ah...so good...mmm...it's inside, mmm...so good, mmm...good husband, I like it, mmm," his wife moaned comfortably, enjoying Donghui's thrusts.

At this moment, Rui Jing's beautiful legs, clad in high-heeled sandals and stockings, were spread wide to receive her husband's thrusts from behind. Her large breasts swayed vigorously with her movements. After a while of this thrusting, Dong Hui grabbed his wife's swaying breasts and kneaded and pulled them forcefully, as if he wasn't worried about them bursting.

"Is it comfortable, you slutty wife? Isn't our son's even more comfortable?" Dong Hui teased his wife with words, these were private conversations between husband and wife, which amplified their pleasure.

That time, their son had a high fever, and his wife was wiping his body, including his genitals. When she took off his pants, she must have seen it clearly. Afterwards, he only heard his wife say that their son had grown up, but he didn't know what she meant by "grown up."

After that, he used their son to tease his wife, and not only did she cooperate wholeheartedly, but he also felt even more aroused.

"Husband...it feels so good, um...our son's...it feels good too, that...umm," the wife's face was flushed, her sexy lips slightly parted, constantly emitting the most seductive moans of a woman, her words broken and indistinct.

Hearing his wife's lewd cries was unbearable. "Slutty wife...slutty woman...watch me fuck you hard...see if you'll still be horny...see if you'll still dare to seduce our son," Donghui thrust hard into his wife's plump vulva.

"Son...umm...good son, it feels so good down there...umm...harder...fuck me hard...fuck me so good...ahh...umm...so good...ahh..." The wife was now on all fours, her hands on the floor, her beautiful legs still upright, constantly thrusting her buttocks upwards in sync, moaning comfortably.

Donghui bent down, twisted his wife's face, and kissed her fiercely, greedily sucking her saliva. The wife could only make muffled sounds. This position was inherently difficult, but Rui Jing's body was very flexible, allowing her to cooperate with her husband's kissing.

Donghui, his penis erect, thrust wildly into his wife's plump vagina, his hands gripping her buttocks like a steering wheel. He was nearing his climax. "Wife... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum... Ahhh," Donghui cried out between thrusts.

"Good husband... mmm... I'm coming too... Ahhh... mmm... husband... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ahhhh," his wife trembled violently.

In this final sprint, Donghui and his wife reached orgasm simultaneously, their semen gushing into her vagina in waves. As Donghui withdrew his limp penis, a white, sticky mixture oozed from her vaginal opening. His wife was in her safe period, so there was no worry about pregnancy.

After a while, they recovered from their orgasms, gazing tenderly at each other, wiping their bodies, whispering sweet nothings. The day's fatigue vanished in this harmonious atmosphere. Just then, neither of them noticed a figure flash past the bathroom door.

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The story has finally reached Chapter Two. We've already seen some hints, but many things haven't been fully developed. I still prefer a story that unfolds gradually, with a slow and deliberate pace. I don't really enjoy stories that use illogical plot devices or challenge common sense, so I don't really want to write like that. However, my abilities are limited, and as for whether I can fully express everything through the story, I can only say I'll do my best. Of course, don't have too much faith in the author's integrity, since many things haven't been written yet. There might be a sudden major plot twist, like the female lead's entire family being abducted by aliens for research. I can only guarantee that it won't be abandoned under normal circumstances. The timeline is to be determined. If I really can't write it all, the ending could involve summoning aliens to abduct people.

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Chapter 2

Dong Liu, the son of Dong Hui and Rui Jing, is usually called Xiao Liu by the adults around him. At this moment, he feels particularly complex emotions—excitement, jealousy, envy, panic, perhaps all of them.

He had planned to go to tutoring today, but the teacher had something come up and the tutoring time was changed, so he went home early.

Just as he entered the house, he caught his parents entering the bathroom. Students these days are quite precocious, and he was no exception. Hearing the sounds coming from the bathroom, he knew what was happening. This was the first time he had witnessed his parents doing that. Although he couldn't see, just hearing the sounds made him inexplicably hot, especially when he heard his mother calling for her son. His heart skipped a beat, as if something had been opened.

Just as Xiao Liu's mind went blank, completely at a loss, the sounds of thrusting in the bathroom finally stopped. He snapped out of his daze, knowing his parents could come out at any moment, and how he would face them then. So he fled into his room.

With a click, the bathroom door opened, and Donghui and his wife emerged, embracing. They didn't notice anything different in the house, such as an extra pair of shoes by the door, or that their son's bedroom door was ajar.

At this moment, Xiaoliu felt conflicted and fearful. Hiding behind the door, she could observe the situation in the hall through the crack. Finally, when her parents came out of the bathroom, she saw Ruijing wearing those high heels. Although she wasn't wearing stockings, her fair legs glowed with a rosy light, and her skin, fresh from her shower, had a captivating luster. She was still wearing that white, bodycon halter dress, but this time, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her swollen breasts and nipples were clearly visible.

Xiaoliu swallowed hard, a vague feeling quietly sprouting in her heart. Her mother sometimes dressed sexily, but always covered her sensitive areas completely; nothing was as clearly visible as this.

Donghui, feeling refreshed and full of energy after his shower, poured himself a glass of water. Recalling his wife's beauty, he felt a stirring in his lower body, as if he could have another round. He then went into the bedroom as well.

His wife had already taken off her clothes. Knowing that her son was about to come home, she changed into an ordinary black nightgown. Although it was ordinary, Donghui thought it was only ordinary compared to other nightgowns. This black nightgown also had lace trim. Although it wasn't a camisole style, even with a regular V-neck design, you could still see his wife's magnificent breasts squeezing out a deep cleavage. The short skirt just covered her thighs, and with this black nightgown, his wife put on black stockings.

The bedroom lights were off, but sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow. Black stockings encased his wife's beautiful legs, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. His wife's hands moved alternately, caressing the soles and heels of her feet. Then, she tugged at the toes of her stockings, causing her delicate toes to twitch. This was a feast for Donghui's eyes. His wife's legs, clad in translucent stockings, were smooth, white, and flawless. Her ten toes nestled together, their bright pink nail polish resembling tiny flower petals.

Having just stood in the bathroom accommodating her husband, wearing high-heeled sandals, Rui Jing's feet felt a little sore. After smoothing the wrinkles in her stockings, she pressed her long, slender fingers against the sore spots.

Donghui noticed his wife's little gesture. "Honey, let me give you a massage," he said, gently grasping his wife's calf and stroking it tenderly.

"Lie down, I promise you'll enjoy it," Donghui instructed his wife to lie down. His hands didn't stop; he first kneaded each toe with his fingers for a minute, then pressed down slightly with his thumb from the base of the toes to the tips, then gently rotated his fist on the sole of her foot, and finally gently massaged from the lower side of her calf to the upper side, relaxing the muscles.

After massaging her for a while, Donghui saw his wife's alluring expression as she became blissfully comfortable. Even though the massage was through black stockings, it didn't diminish the sensory and tactile stimulation.

Donghui loved his wife, everything about her, especially the sexy parts of a woman's body clad in stockings. Those who liked it still liked it, and those who didn't wouldn't find it repulsive.

He stared almost obsessively at his wife's beautiful feet in stockings, involuntarily lowering his head to gently take her big toe into his mouth. His nimble tongue circled the toe, and the saliva he secreted soaked the tip of the stocking. His wife slightly furrowed her brow, and her breathing became heavier.

After sucking on a few toes, Donghui began licking up the instep, his tongue meticulously licking every inch of skin, the saliva soaking the stockings covering her delicate feet.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm," his wife murmured heavily through her nose. Donghui gently nibbled at the toe of her stocking with his teeth, his hands roaming over her smooth, beautiful legs. The sensation made him feel as if he were melting into the stockings. As this feeling intensified, Donghui grabbed his wife's stockinged legs and placed his engorged penis between her soles, guiding her to rub it against her feet. With minimal movement, her feet quickly developed a rhythm, the friction between her stockinged feet and his penis causing Donghui's body to tremble.

This scene was witnessed by Xiaoliu outside the door. He didn't know how he had gotten out of the room or how he had ended up outside his parents' bedroom. He hadn't intended to peek at anything, but the slightly ajar door seemed to be drawing him in with something inexplicable, making him involuntarily stand still.

Donghui and his wife were completely unaware of the little spy outside the door. As their passion intensified, Donghui was no longer satisfied with just his wife's silk-stockinged legs. He opened his mouth and kissed her sexy lips passionately, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths, each tasting the other's saliva, wetting their lips.

Donghui's hands were not idle either. One hand gently caressed the inside of his wife's thigh, while the other constantly touched her vaginal opening. Even though Ruijing had already climaxed once, her body began to tremble. She held her husband tightly, their kiss becoming even more intense.

As if sensing his wife's arousal, Donghui impatiently pulled off his wife's black stockings and panties, spreading her beautiful legs into a wanton M-shape. He grasped his penis and thrust it all the way to her cervix.

"Bad man... um... slow down... you're hurting me," Ruijing moaned.

"Wife, you're so tight and warm down there," Donghui praised, lifting his wife's beautiful legs onto his shoulders and thrusting into her relentlessly, causing her body to tremble and moan softly.

"Husband...you're so amazing...mmm...so good...so good," his wife moaned ecstatically, completely lost in the moment. Donghui seized the opportunity to grab her two plump breasts, bending down to suck and lick her tender nipples, kneading and playing with them with his hands.

After licking her two white breasts, Donghui kissed his wife's skin, her sexy collarbone, and her snow-white neck, while his genitals remained tightly joined, his penis thrusting powerfully to the very end. His wife, usually gentle, kind, elegant, and proper, was now nothing but wanton and wanton in the face of this intense pleasure.

Completely forgetting everything, consumed by desire, the air thick with a lewd and decadent atmosphere. The only sounds in the room were the woman's moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding. Donghui lifted one of his wife's beautiful legs, gazing at her white, tender feet, and couldn't resist licking them, sucking on each of her five toes one by one.

His wife, utterly losing her senses, cried out like a wanton woman, "Ah...so good...mmm...I love it...harder...harder...I'm coming!" With a violent tremor, she suddenly convulsed, tightly embracing Donghui's waist, gushing forth hot, lustful fluid. Donghui felt his wife's vagina suddenly contract, as if sucked by a mouth, waves of hot fluid hitting his glans, a wave of pleasure washing over him. He thrust rapidly, his whole body trembling, his lower body pressing tightly against his wife, streams of white fluid spurting from his glans, entering deep into his wife's uterus.

His wife lay sprawled on the bed, her genitals spasming, her legs spread wide, her reddened vagina gushing semen. The pleasure of orgasm overwhelmed her, making her lose herself in it, unwilling to wake up.

Outside the door, Xiao Liu stared in disbelief. Was this the same gentle and kind mother he knew? Was this the same mother who used to play and joke with him? Although he knew from his biology textbook that this was the process of human reproduction, a legal right of both spouses, and the other party was his father—it seemed so natural—

knowing was one thing, seeing was another. The scene he witnessed had a profound impact on him. His familiar family member suddenly felt strange and stimulating, leaving his mind in chaos. And shamefully, his penis was erect. Unable to calm himself in this situation, he didn't know how to face his parents. Before they could discover him, he left home like a walking corpse.

Inside the room, neither of them noticed what was happening outside, still caught in the throes of orgasm.

"You bad man, you were so intense today! Looks like this trip to school really got you going," his wife said coquettishly.

"Hehe, it's been two weeks since we last did it, honey. You know I'm always very proper outside," Donghui replied with a silly grin, wiping away the traces of passion from his wife.

"Hmph, good thing you're obedient. Oh, stop it, our son'll be back soon, and I haven't finished cooking yet," Ruijing quickly stopped her husband, whether he was wiping her or taking the opportunity to caress her. Before they knew

it, it was 6 o'clock. Xiao Liu, who had been lingering nearby, had to return home. As soon as he entered, everything returned to normal, as if it had all been a dream. His mother was busy cooking in the kitchen, and his father was drinking tea and watching TV on the sofa in the living room—a warm and peaceful scene.

Suddenly, he noticed his mother's pajamas, underwear, and stockings in a basin next to the washing machine, as if reminding him that everything that had just happened was real.

When Donghui saw his son return, he invited him to sit down and inquired about his recent studies and life. The father and son chatted casually, and fortunately, Xiaoliu tried his best to hide his unusual emotions until Ruijing brought the food to the table.

For Xiaoliu, this meal was a bit nerve-wracking. Watching his dignified and elegant mother at the table, he often drifted off into thought.

"Xiaoliu, what's wrong? You seem distracted. Are you feeling unwell?" Ruijing noticed her son's absent-mindedness and reached out to touch his forehead.

The moment Ruijing's hand touched his forehead, Xiaoliu felt his face flush. Suppressing his pounding heart, he replied calmly, "No... nothing. I'm probably just tired from studying today. I'll go rest for a bit."

After dinner, Xiaoliu listlessly read in his room, but his expression remained constantly alert to the sounds outside, as if he were both afraid and expectant.

Time passed slowly, and the once noisy hall gradually quieted down. Then, the sound of a door closing was heard, and the whole house fell silent. He opened his bedroom door and peeked out, only to find that his parents had already left.

Earlier, after dinner, Xiao Liu had gone back to his room so early, thinking that something might still be happening outside with his parents. It turned out that this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Suddenly, he remembered a basin next to the washing machine containing his mother's underwear and stockings that she had washed that day. His disappointed heart stirred again. In the past, his mother would wash countless clothes every day, yet it wouldn't have attracted his attention. Now, however, his desire had been ignited by his parents' intimacy, and he desperately needed to release it.

His mother's clean clothes drew him closer, and sure enough, they were there. He grabbed the underwear and stockings, then slipped into the bathroom. His genitals were already painfully hard. Looking at his mother's underwear and stockings, a faint fragrance wafted out—not the usual perfume, but a blend of perfume and his mother's unique, mature woman's scent.

Thinking about the physical intimacy he'd witnessed with his parents earlier that day, Xiao Liu's hand involuntarily went to his genitals and began to stroke them. He was now painfully hard. His mind was filled with his mother's naked, mature body: her smooth, snow-white breasts, her straight, shapely legs, her supple S-shaped waist, her large, firm buttocks. Everything about his mother exuded an alluring fragrance. He had never longed to touch his mother's body so much.

He held the panties and stockings in his hand, inhaling their unique, intoxicating scent—the scent of his mother's mature body. Images of her moaning and writhing on the bed flashed through his mind, and his movements grew increasingly intense, on the verge of climax.

True to his youthful vigor, he couldn't resist the temptation. Finally, the image settled on his mother's moans of climax, and his burning desire erupted with a burst of passion.

After Xiaoliu ejaculated, the lust seemed extinguished, his mind instantly calming down. A wave of shame washed over him. What had he done? That was his mother, his beloved mother! How could he have acted this way? He constantly blamed himself, making excuses for himself, repeatedly telling himself it was the first and last time.

But he didn't realize that no matter how he excused himself, how he denied it, some things, once started, will take root and sprout in the heart like seeds, eventually growing strong.

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