My classmate and my charming mother (04-05)

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Mom stretched out her hands to push him, but seeing Xiaoyu's worried and nervous expression, her foot, which had been slowly withdrawn, gradually stretched out again. "It was because of me that Auntie's foot got hurt. Auntie, let me take a look at it for you, otherwise I will feel guilty." Xiaoyu carefully placed Mom's jade foot on his thigh. "You child, really..." Looking at Xiaoyu, who was about the same age as her son, in this ambiguous posture, Meiru turned her head away shyly.

Hearing the sound of the cup breaking, I was about to open the door to see what was going on, but I stopped in the instant I opened the door. Through the crack in the door, I saw Xiaoyu's hand stroking Mom's crystal-clear and delicate jade foot. His left hand held Mom's white and silky ankle, and his right hand gently kneaded it with his thumb. Mom seemed to enjoy it. The usually noble and dignified Mom's cheeks were slightly hot at this time. I couldn't help but feel angry and resentful. What is this? Those delicate feet that she wouldn't even let her own son touch are now resting on Xiaoyu's thighs, letting him play with them at will. A mix of anger and indescribable excitement sent a shiver down my spine.

Xiaoyu changed the way he massaged her warm, slightly damp feet, and as her emotions gradually calmed, she felt the strange sensation emanating from them. Even if it was to check on her injured feet, even if it was just a child, this position was really odd. As if sensing something was wrong, she decisively pulled her warm, damp feet back. "Xiaoyu, Auntie is fine now, it doesn't hurt anymore." She tried her best to appear natural, but a hint of embarrassment was clearly visible in her flickering eyes.

Xiaoyu stammered and lowered his head: "Really, Auntie? Then I'm relieved. I'm really... I'm sorry." "Alright, Auntie doesn't blame you, really. It's so late, let Auntie take you home." With a wave of her hand, she picked up the car keys from the table. Xiao Yu, following behind, kept staring lecherously at his mother's fair legs. The moment his mother turned around, she immediately switched to a well-behaved look. Thinking about his mother taking Xiao Yu home later, I couldn't help but feel a little worried, but also a little excited. I had a feeling that something might happen to them on the way... Ring... Ring... The phone rang in the living room at midnight. They had indeed had an accident. My mother said that Xiao Yu was injured and that she was at the hospital with him. She had notified Xiao Yu's mother and my father, but didn't tell me what had happened. She just told me to rest for the night and then hung up. What exactly happened? Was it a car accident? Although my mother's driving skills, especially when she wears high heels, were really questionable, it seemed from the situation on the phone that only Xiao Yu was injured... I didn't sleep all night. The next day, my mother told me that when she passed by Xiao Yu's house on a secluded side road, a man wearing a hat was blocking the road and waving. He said he couldn't get a ride late at night and wanted to hitch a ride with my mother. As the man slowly approached, because she couldn't see his face, my mother was about to close the window and politely refuse when the man suddenly pulled out a dagger with his left hand, stuck it through the window, and held it to my mother's neck. "Robbery! Have your son bring the valuables from the car." Naturally, the robber mistook Xiaoyu for the mother's son. Facing the vicious robber, the mother tried to calm herself: "He's just after money, stay calm." She had Xiaoyu hand him the wallet from the glove compartment. "Brother, I know you're desperate. Everyone makes mistakes. Take the money. I have a Patek Philippe watch in my car, worth a lot. Please let us go." The robber seemed hesitant, but after seeing the mother's alluring face and the sexy figure in the driver's seat, his eyes flashed with malice. It seemed the robbery was just a side effect; the real goal was to assault her. Xiaoyu opened the passenger-side storage compartment and took out the watch from the box. He paused, as if making a decision, and then loosely covered a can of police tear gas under the box. The instant Xiaoyu handed the box to the assailant, she pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed it wildly in his face. Tears streamed down his face, and the assailant, temporarily blinded, frantically stabbed her before fleeing.

Seeing Xiaoyu's heartbroken mother and Xiaoyu lying in bed with his left hand bandaged in the hospital room, I was overwhelmed with emotion. This weathered middle-aged woman bore the marks of time and life's hardships. I thought, for her, the greatest happiness was having no relatives in prison and no sick family members at home. In this vast city, she was all alone, relying solely on Xiaoyu. What could we do for her…? Her father and several police officers questioned Xiaoyu about the situation, while her mother looked at her with a face full of guilt. How could I face Xiaoyu, who harbored lewd thoughts about her mother, now lying pale in bed because of her? If he could get better, I think we could still be friends.

Three days later, Xiaoyu was discharged from the hospital, but because his left hand hadn't fully recovered, he still needed to recuperate at home. Because of the condition of their rented room, Xiaoyu's mother accepted my parents' suggestion to let Xiaoyu stay with us. His mother, however, declined to stay temporarily herself due to feelings of inferiority, shyness, or the distance to her workplace, only instructing us to take good care of Xiaoyu. After Xiaoyu moved in, to make things easier, my mother gave me a considerable sum of money—which I considered a lot—to buy a smartphone for both of us. Of course, I couldn't buy everything she gave me; being the clever person I am, I had to pocket a portion. Being a child, I was completely oblivious to the strange behavior from Xiaoyu and his mother while still basking in the joy of receiving the phone and a small fortune.

One Friday night, since Xiaoyu and I shared a room, and I hadn't masturbated in a week since he moved in, I shook Xiaoyu by the bedside. Seeing no reaction, I tiptoed to the balcony. Sure enough, the laundry basket contained the thin strips of meat my mother had worn. I brought them to my nose—ah, the same old formula, the same old taste. Hmm? This smell… By the moonlight, I saw undried semen on the toe of the stocking. My mind went blank for a moment. No wonder Xiaoyu hadn't touched the stockings I'd secretly hidden in his desk. Xiaoyu? He's only been here a week, and he's already this bold? Isn't he afraid Mom will find out? Just leaving them here like that. Or is he trying to frame me? No, he's on leave staying with us. If Mom comes back and finds this before I'm home, she'll only think Xiaoyu did it, not me. With these questions in mind, I couldn't sleep all night… It seems that small fortune won't stay. Dad didn't come home again this weekend. The next day at dinner, I still pretended to be overjoyed with my new phone, chattering away with Xiaoyu about its various functions. Mom came in after washing clothes on the balcony, reminding us to play on our phones less and focus more on our studies. Did Mom not find the stockings? Then why did she give Xiaoyu a strange look when she glanced at him, like a reproach mixed with a little shyness? During dinner, Mom kept telling us how to study hard. Xiao Yu nodded repeatedly, seemingly accepting the offer humbly. His left hand was still bandaged, and his mother would occasionally put food on his plate. Because of what happened last night, I noticed that when his mother was putting food on his plate, Xiao Yu's eyes would always steal glances at his mother's swaying breasts. I suddenly had a feeling that if I weren't there, Xiao Yu would openly stare at his mother's breasts, since his mother clearly noticed his glances, but why did she pretend nothing was wrong?

Another sleepless night passed. Around eleven o'clock, I heard Xiao Yu get up beside me. He turned around, looked at me, and as if to make sure I was asleep, swaggered out of the room wearing only a pair of shorts. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Xiao Yu go to the balcony, rummage through the laundry basket, take the gray stockings his mother had worn that day, and then go into the living room bathroom. Seemingly hearing footsteps in the living room, the mother's bedroom door opened. Xiao Yu, who had been stroking his penis in the bathroom with his right hand, stopped. Because his left hand was bandaged, he had pulled his pants down to his thighs, leaving his right hand free to masturbate. His mother watched him. Xiao Yu lowered his head, but his eyes kept darting to his mother's smooth, white thighs and sexy feet with red nail polish under her nightgown.
"Xiao Yu, why...why are you doing this again...taking Auntie's stockings?" His mother's expression was strange, a mixture of reproach and confusion. "Because every time I see Auntie's feet in stockings, I think they're so beautiful, I can't help myself..." Xiao Yu, like a child who had done something wrong, remained silent after speaking.

"It's normal for teenagers to have these strange behaviors, but you can't keep playing with Auntie's... stockings..." Mom seemed a little unsure how to refute, so she added, "You should think about more positive things, like reading more extracurricular books, Chinese and foreign classics, playing basketball, things that are good for your mind and body." Listening to Mom's long-winded lecture, Xiaoyu, his left hand wrapped in bandages and unsure where to put it, slowly pulled up his pants. "Auntie, can you help me..." Before he could finish speaking, Mom reached out to help Xiaoyu pull up his pants. "Help me... just once, just once, I promise I won't do these strange things again." As if gathering his courage, Xiaoyu made this lewd request to his mother. "You..." Mom was both ashamed and angry, her hand that was about to help Xiaoyu pull up his pants stopped in mid-air. Looking at Xiaoyu's left hand wrapped in bandages, Mom's heart softened, as if she had made a big decision. "Just, just this once... if... if you do this again in the future... Auntie will have to send you home." Mom reached for Xiaoyu's right hand, which was covered by stockings, and pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted. Taking the stockings from Xiaoyu's hand, Mom turned her head away and put the stockings on Xiaoyu's penis, stroking it up and down with her delicate hands. I could see Mom's flushed cheeks and indescribable shy expression. Xiaoyu was breathing heavily, an indescribable pleasure coming through the stockings from his smooth hands. His dark, engorged penis, covered in veins, was fierce and powerful. This was the feeling he had been dreaming of. "Auntie... I... hurry up," Mom said, feeling Xiaoyu's increasingly heavy breathing. She quickened the pace of her stroking, and with a jolt of Xiaoyu's back, a thick stream of white semen spurted from his glans. Before he could dodge, the semen landed on Mom's nightgown, one drop, two drops... dripping down the hem of the nightgown onto Mom's fair and slender thighs, a white line running down to her feet, which were painted with red nail polish. The whole scene was indescribably lewd, but at that moment, neither Xiaoyu nor I in the bathroom could have imagined that Mom's lace panties under her sexy nightgown were already slightly wet. After ejaculating, Xiaoyu quickly apologized, "I'm sorry... Auntie... I..."
Mom frowned as she looked at the semen that had left on her legs. She wiped the semen off her legs with a tissue and hurriedly ran into her bedroom.
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Mom did such a thing for Xiaoyu. It was despicable. She had really let a wolf into the house.

On Sunday, Dad finally came back. He looked much older after just two days. He kept fiddling with his phone on the sofa in the living room, seemingly hesitating about something. He looked preoccupied. When Mom asked him about something, he answered only half-heartedly. After taking a shower after 10 o'clock, Mom wore a more conservative nightgown that she rarely wore. She wasn't as casual as before. Perhaps she was afraid that Xiaoyu would have some thoughts after what happened last night. After taking a shower, Mom told us to rest early. But Mom, even so, you can't hide your huge breasts that almost burst your clothes and your round and perky buttocks. Especially your fair and pink feet in sandals. Your toes, which were still damp, had a dazzling sheen. A beautiful woman emerges from her bath, and even in such conservative pajamas, the scent of shower gel and the allure of a sexy woman are palpable. From the glimpse of lace peeking out from under her pajamas, I could imagine the alluring and seductive clothes beneath. It seemed Mom was planning to stay up all night with Dad… Xiao Yu was practically fast asleep. Just as I was about to get up and eavesdrop in the guest room, Xiao Yu stirred first. It seemed he too had guessed from that glimpse of lace that Mom and Dad would be making love that night. Xiao Yu tentatively called my name, but I pretended to be fast asleep and didn't move. The guest room was closer to Mom and Dad's bedroom than my own. While I could hear a little bit from my own bedroom, it was nothing compared to eavesdropping from the guest room. This Xiao Yu, hmph… Faint sounds came from Mom and Dad's bedroom, "Mmm… mmm…" My lower body immediately reacted. "Honey, it feels so good… faster… mmm… harder…" Following Mom's moans, my hand quickly stroked my penis. At that very moment, Xiaoyu in the other guest room was doing the same thing. The sounds of the bed shaking and bodies colliding could be clearly heard, even his mother's soft breathing.

His father seemed to be speeding up, breathing heavily. "I...I'm going to...cum." "No...um...do it a little longer..." His mother's voice grew softer, followed by the soft sounds of kissing. I pressed my ear even closer to the wall. Xiaoyu next door must be about to explode, damn it! "Um...almost...faster...husband...love you...ah..." The sounds of bodies colliding grew louder, his mother's moans clearer, and his father was about to thrust. "Almost...ah...husband...almost...faster!" His mother's moans became high-pitched, and after a few rapid thuds of the bed shaking, the darkness fell into complete silence.
After a long pause, Dad finally spoke, "I've been so busy lately, I'm sorry." "It's alright, get some rest, go to bed early," Mom comforted him, feigning indifference. "Mei Ru... I think what happened last time might..." Dad's voice was very soft, perhaps because it concerned something important, his voice naturally lowered. "What!" With a sharp cry from Mom, Dad whispered something in her ear; perhaps Xiao Yu in the guest room could hear something. What could have surprised Mom, a seasoned businesswoman, so much? The next morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I saw Dad sitting on the living room sofa, seemingly waiting for me. He waved for me to sit next to him. Dad told me he had to go on a business trip for a few months, saying that during his absence I would be the pillar of the family, and I couldn't let Mom worry, I couldn't... As if he were giving me instructions, after I left, Dad gave me a deep hug, his warm hand patting my shoulder. Something must have happened. Dad's been away on business for months, even two weeks is unusual for him. I've been distracted at school, thinking about Dad, Xiaoyu at home, and that day… Mom helping Xiaoyu masturbate. A bad feeling crept in. It was time to use that little stash of money. After school, I called the number for a hidden camera I found online. It was high-definition, had audio recording, and could connect to a phone. But because of the price, the small fortune I'd embezzled for the phone was only enough for one. It arrived in three days. Following the instructions, I installed it in the main living room after Xiaoyu and Mom went to sleep.

Xiaoyu hasn't been behaving strangely these past few days, and I haven't found any stockings stained with his semen in the laundry basket on the balcony. Mom, on the other hand, has always looked gloomy since Dad left, and she occasionally receives phone calls at home. My mother always went to the bedroom to answer the phone, and I could vaguely hear her saying something about trouble and asking for help. One day, I heard my mother crying in her bedroom while I was sleeping. "We spent so much money... and it still can't be done... They even found out about a power-for-sex deal?... Impossible..." Hearing this, I was shocked. Combining this with the scene of my father's last trip out—my father had gotten into trouble. Was he bribed? Impossible. Although my father's salary wasn't high, our family was very wealthy because of the dividends from my mother's hotel shares and her high salary as a manager. My father had no need for that. A power-for-sex deal? How could that be? With such a charming and sexy woman like my mother at home, how could my father choose to betray her? Unable to accept reality, I tossed and turned in bed late at night with all sorts of questions.
Before school ended in the afternoon, I habitually checked the surveillance footage on my phone from the past few days. Every day at this time, Xiaoyu would be watching TV in the living room, his left hand, wrapped in bandages, constantly looking down at his phone, while his right hand drank a beverage. Even though the bandage on his hand had almost healed, he still pretended that it was taking a long time to heal. What struck me as odd was that even though he was home today, he still pretended to have an injured left hand. Is this kid crazy? What's gotten into him today? Wait, isn't Mom at work today? Through the high-definition security camera footage on my phone, I saw Mom's Porsche Macan key on the living room sofa. Without even having time to review today's footage, I rushed home. The fact that there were still plenty of shoes on the shoe cabinet confirmed my suspicions.

"Mom didn't go to work today?" I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. "No, but Auntie seemed a bit unhappy today, and she even drank." Seeing me come back, Xiaoyu put down his crossed legs and answered. The door was locked. I knocked on Mom's bedroom door, but she didn't open it. She just told me that she was too tired and wanted to rest, and that we should take care of dinner ourselves. While eating at the restaurant, I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and opened the pre-stored video on my phone's security camera. At seven o'clock in the morning, Mom, who was getting ready for work, received a phone call. Mom said into the phone, "Okay, I know, I understand. Just consider it a day off. It won't affect the hotel." It seemed that the hotel where Mom worked had suspended her work because of Dad's investigation. Even if there was nothing wrong, it would be bad to have a group of police officers come to Mom's hotel to assist in the investigation and question her in front of the public who didn't know the truth. Mom sat heavily on the sofa, sighed heavily, and seemed to be thinking about something, frowning and scratching her head from time to time.

After a long while, a bottle of red wine was opened. Her delicate face, lightly made up, flushed slightly after drinking the wine. Her full breasts, encased in a white blouse, rose and fell with her breath. Her shapely buttocks were visible beneath her pencil skirt, and her snow-white thighs and flesh-colored stockings were intermittently revealed by the skirt's slit. At this moment, Xiaoyu opened the door. He was going to the bathroom and saw this scene, and his face lit up with ecstatic joy. Xiaoyu quickly asked his mother with concern if something had happened. His mother shook her head, hesitant to speak. Looking at the alluring woman who had been drinking, Xiaoyu pretended to accidentally reach out and touch his mother's stockinged foot with his left foot. His right hand tentatively and slowly moved to his mother's stockinged thigh, stroking it lightly. "Don't touch me like that," his mother said reflexively, brushing away Xiaoyu's hand as she felt the strange sensation on her leg. After a while, Xiaoyu, aroused again, put his hand on his mother's leg. After a few more touches, his mother gave up.

"Auntie, you're drunk. Let me help you inside to rest." Taking advantage of his mother's drunkenness and lust, Xiao Yu reached out and pretended to help her up, his hands kneading her round, pert buttocks. His mother awkwardly shifted her hips, trying to escape his grasp. From the living room to his mother's bedroom, a few meters away, Xiao Yu continued to caress her buttocks and stockinged thighs. Although his mother tried to push him away, her subtle resistance led Xiao Yu to forcefully pull her into his arms, walking slowly and deliberately into her room. Almost ten minutes later, Xiao Yu emerged from his mother's room, his expression unreadable. During those ten minutes in his mother's bedroom, had Xiao Yu...? "No way," I kept telling myself. If only I had more money back then. Suppressing my anger and unspeakable excitement, I approached Xiao Yu...
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