My Classmate's Mother's Lewdness + Sequel 1-2 22

II. Ichimu's mother entered Ichimu's house naked.
Yimu's mother liked Huihui; she was beautiful, smart, and had a strong personality. Nowadays, most children are only children, spoiled and pampered, and living in a materialistic age, genuine affection is lacking. Watching her children grow up, Yimu's mother sincerely wanted Yimu and Huihui to have a real and heartfelt relationship.
Yimu's mother learned about Yimu and Huihui's relationship by chance.
That day, after attending the Women's Association meeting, she saw the bus stop was overcrowded and suddenly had a whimsical idea: to relive the long-lost experience of squeezing onto a bus. Yimu
's mother parked her car in the Women's Association's parking lot and went to the bus stop alone. The first bus arrived, but she didn't try to squeeze on. Looking around at the people scrambling for the bus, all of them full of energy, she thought to herself: I've been living too comfortably for too long; I'm almost losing the ability to compete for resources. Ichiki's mother saw the bus as a limited space; only by bravely fighting for it could she find room. Otherwise, she would be abandoned by car after car, becoming a pitiful person watching others triumphantly drive away while she could only sigh and complain about her bad luck. Ichiki's mother wasn't a submissive woman; she believed that if she wanted to, she could get on the bus. She straightened her designer dress, deciding to humble herself and experience ordinary life anew.
The bus arrived, and Ichimu's mother, using her old skills, leaned against the bus, stretched out her arm, and firmly gripped the edge of the door. Pressing herself tightly against it, she pushed her way through the crowd as soon as the bus stopped and the door opened. Ichimu's mother was proud: she wasn't any less capable than in her youth, and she was stronger than many men.
Inside the bus, she was squeezed tightly by the crowd, finding it difficult to turn around. She recalled the feeling of squeezing onto a crowded bus years ago. The bus was packed, people were pressed against each other, and it was a pity that her thin, soft designer dress was being squeezed and clung to her body, unable to display her elegance. In the bus, she was just like everyone else, a small, thin sardine. Ichimu's mother turned her head to look at the men and women crammed around her, feeling truly uncomfortable. Ichiki's mother began to regret her initial decision.
While she was feeling troubled, she felt someone pressing a hard object against her buttocks. She knew it was a man's penis pressing against her. She had experienced this before on crowded buses; the carriages were chaotic, packed with people, and shameless men loved to take advantage of the situation, groping women – a common form of sexual harassment. Ichiki's mother tried to escape, but couldn't. The hard penis remained pressed against her buttocks; her skirt was thin, and it felt as if the penis was already inserted into her buttocks. Moreover, the man's hand began to touch her buttocks. Ichiki's mother was furious. Wasn't this humiliating a woman? She wasn't a woman easily humiliated. She thought to herself, "Damn it, let him take it out and see what happens." She turned around to grab the man and settle the score.
Turning back, she saw that the man pressed against her was a tall, somewhat childish boy with a schoolbag on his back. Seeing her angry look, the boy wasn't afraid; instead, he grinned at her and softly called out, "Auntie."
His childish face and gentle address immediately softened her heart. Looking at the handsome boy behind her, her eyes softened. She was at a loss with this boy. Should she hit him or scold him? Neither was acceptable; she might become the target of everyone's criticism, which would be truly embarrassing. She could only turn around and squeeze towards the back door of the car.
The little boy remained pressed against Ichiki's mother, his hand constantly on her buttocks. Ichiki's mother thought to herself: This little boy has been corrupted by school; he'll be thinking about women at such a young age. It turns out that people used to be able to experience sex but not talk about it, but now it's openly taught, sex expos, sex topics, making sex a public topic and behavior. If you don't understand, you're out of touch. The little boy didn't do anything wrong.
Ichiki's mother wanted to hide, but she couldn't. She simply turned to face the little boy, climbed up to his ear, and whispered, "Your mom—is here—if you're naughty—she'll scold you—"
But the little boy didn't care at all, appearing very innocent, and nibbled on Ichimu's mother's ear, saying, "Don't be afraid, Auntie. My mom has pubic hair, do you? Auntie."
Hearing the little boy say this, Ichimu's mother couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing Ichimu's mother laugh, the little boy added, "You're prettier than my mom."
Hearing the little boy compliment her on her beauty, Ichimu's mother felt that she was infinitely charming. She thought that if society developed to the point of liberating humanity, with no artificial barriers between the sexes, the little boy could see himself freely. She smiled and said softly, "I have pubic hair too. Adults have it too."
The little boy still whispered in Ichiki's mother's ear, "I have pubic hair now. My mom says I'm an adult." He thrust his lower abdomen against Ichiki's mother's thighs.
At that moment, Ichiki's mother felt refreshed; even in the squalid, crowded environment, there was an unexpected gain. She held onto the handle with one hand and placed the other on the little boy's back, like a mother protecting her son. She let the little boy's penis press against her genitals; she felt it was quite hard.
The little boy squeezed in front of Ichiki's mother, secretly slipping his hand under her skirt. He touched her hairy vulva, nodding at her with apparent satisfaction. Ichiki's mother wasn't lying; this woman had pubic hair. Ichiki's
mother felt comfortable and willingly accepted the boy's touch. After all, nature has given us different personalities. That place, which reveals sexual characteristics, is sensitive, giving a feeling of soft, comfortable pleasure. Ichiki's mother really wanted to touch the little boy's hard penis, but in a public place, even in the crowd, she couldn't avoid being noticed by others.
Ichiki's mother gently pushed the little boy's hand away and asked softly, "Will your mother come to pick you up at the station?"
The little boy replied, "No, my mom and dad run a business, and this is their busiest time. I'm home alone during the day, and my mom doesn't come home until very late at night. My dad doesn't come home; he has to watch the shop."
Ichiki's mother's heart skipped a beat: this was a chance for a romantic encounter. She said to the little boy, "Get off the bus with Auntie."
The little boy nodded and followed Ichiki's mother off the bus.
After they got off, Ichiki's mother didn't dare linger with the little boy there, as it wasn't far from home, and she was afraid of running into acquaintances. Ichiki's mother hailed a taxi and took the little boy to a secluded inn.
Upon entering the room, Ichiki's mother couldn't wait to unzip the little boy's pants. She was eager to see the hard thing that had been pressing against her all the way.
She pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang straight out of his waistband. "How cute!" she thought. Seeing it, she felt it was like a tender, newly grown pubic hair, about to enter the world—clean and incredibly adorable. She couldn't help but squat down, stick out her tongue, and lick it. She felt it dancing on her tongue.
Ichiki's mother looked up at the little boy. His body was stiff, his teeth clenched, his fists tightly twisted, but he didn't touch the woman before him. Ichiki's mother thought to herself that the boys she knew would unbutton their clothes at this time, exposing their breasts. They would touch their breasts, loosen their hair, hold their heads, put their penises in their mouths, and watch her perform oral sex on them. Ichiki's mother smiled inwardly, thinking, "This little boy is still so naive." She opened her lips to the little boy and teasingly said, "Auntie wants to eat you."
The little boy straightened up, his face flushed, and didn't say anything.
Ichiki's mother looked at him and asked, "Where did your energy go on the bus?"
The little boy blushed and said, "On the bus, it's crowded, I thought. Now, I'm scared."
Ichiki's mother felt pleased; she had found a budding talent, which was rare these days. Ichiki's mother unbuttoned her clothes, pulled down her bra, exposing her breasts and pressing them against his legs, then opened her mouth and took his penis in.
The little boy's penis was inserted into Ichiki's mother's mouth, and her tongue swirled and licked it. Ichiki's mother felt she had mastered oral sex; she could skillfully use her tongue to entwine and tease the boy's penis inside her mouth, feeling as if she were performing a woman's innate skill. She enjoyed giving boys oral sex because she could see them grimacing in unbearable desire before her. That sight gave Ichiki's mother a sense of validation, proving she was an ageless woman.
Ichiki's mother's oral sex aroused the little boy, causing him to stand on tiptoe. Ichiki's mother touched his lower abdomen, where a tight, throbbing sensation was present. Not wanting him to ejaculate, she released his penis, licked his taut scrotum, looked up at his flushed face, and asked, "Have you ever been with a woman?" Ichiki's mother stood up, pressing her breasts against the little boy.
The little boy said, "Yes, my mom said she is a woman." After saying this, he dared not look at Ichiki's mother.
Ichiki's mother was a woman who knew how to enjoy sexual intimacy, but this child did not. His face was flushed, and he was at a loss, staring blankly at Ichiki's mother, whose clothes were open, revealing her full breasts, unsure how to proceed with this woman who was so readily available.
Ichiki's mother pulled the little boy's hand to her breast and said, "Looks like she didn't teach you properly. You don't know how to handle women."
The little boy protested, "No, my mom said I do."
Ichiki's mother laughed, unbuttoning the little boy's shirt one button at a time, and asked him, "What did your mom say you could do?"
The little boy touched Ichiki's mother's large breasts and said, "My mom said I can do everything. They're smooth, and yours are bigger than my mom's."
Ichiki's mother then took off his clothes and pants. A boy, with a slender penis pointing straight forward. Ichiki's mother gently stroked the little boy's penis and said, "You know how to... you know how to fuck."
The little boy nodded, "My mom says I'm very strong."
Ichiki's mother thought to herself, although the little boy was a bit inexperienced, the fact that he could talk about his mother was somewhat bright. Ichiki's mother pressed her warm body against him, her fingers tracing his pubic hair, and said to him, "You need to know how to undress a woman in the future. Did she teach you?"
The little boy thought for a moment and said, "My mom always undresses herself. My mom says that a woman only likes a man if she undresses herself."
Ichiki's mother said, "Auntie thinks that a man only likes a woman if he undresses her. You undress Auntie."
The little boy reached out to undress Ichiki's mother, his movements rather clumsy, but he quickly undressed her until she was only wearing a small pair of underwear. Ichiki's mother stopped the little boy's hand, making him look at her body. She said to him, "There's a technique to undressing a woman; only then can you appreciate her. She should teach you. Look, your mother and I are both women, are we different?"
The little boy, who had intended to pull down Ichiki's mother's underwear, looked at her after hearing her words and said, "You're whiter than my mom, and fatter, with bigger breasts and a bigger butt. My mom doesn't wear such small underwear." He touched Ichiki's mother's body and said again, "Auntie, you're so beautiful!"
Ichiki's mother said to the little boy, "Do you understand now? This is appreciating different women." Ichiki's mother pointed... Looking at her tiny panties, she said, "Guess, is what's inside Auntie's different from what your mom has?"
The little boy, seeing the mystery of this woman wearing only panties, blushed with excitement. His lips trembled as he said, "I don't know, but it's hairy, I've touched it."
Auntie found teasing the little boy amusing. She deliberately thrust out her genitals, letting him see her vulva encased in her narrow panties, and said, "The difference between women isn't in what's inside, but in their different moods."
Auntie hugged the little boy, and his hand slipped inside her panties, touching her vulva. His penis hardened. He said, "Auntie, I want it."
Auntie smiled inwardly and said, "
So, you want a woman?" The little boy nodded repeatedly.
Ichiki's mother said, "Okay, take it off for Auntie so you can see it clearly."
Ichiki's mother stood up straight and taught the little boy to slowly pull down his underwear little by little. Ichiki's mother's pubic hair was exposed layer by layer. When it was pulled down to the top of her thighs, Ichiki's mother bent down and removed her underwear. Ichiki's mother was completely naked. She sat on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Look, is there any difference between Auntie and your mother?"
The little boy nodded vigorously, "No, Auntie, you're different."
Ichiki's mother lay down, letting the little boy climb on top of her. His hands trembled as he touched her flesh. She said, "Actually, Auntie and your mother aren't that different. It's just that your mother is a woman who has direct sex, while Auntie is a woman who appreciates the nuances of sex. Want to fuck her?"
The little boy excitedly climbed onto Ichiki's mother, about to insert his penis into her vagina. Ichiki's mother spread her legs, letting him in, then closed her legs together, clamping the little boy's waist, and said, "Auntie is giving it to you, fuck me, Auntie's vagina."
The little boy was overjoyed, and he frantically thrust his thin penis into the woman's vagina beneath him. Ichiki's mother knew that a man's penis wasn't about size, but about how he used it. She was overflowing with lustful fluids as the little boy penetrated her, the sounds of their passionate intercourse sending waves of pleasure through her. She held her breath, stroking the boy's back. She thought: "Let me reach orgasm, let me scream, this encounter won't be in vain." The little boy thrust forcefully, but he didn't know how to stimulate a woman; he just repeated the same movements like pounding garlic in a mortar.
Ichiki's mother felt a particular stimulation at a certain point of penetration, and she wanted to continue, but the little boy couldn't stimulate her anymore. Her heart soared and plummeted, unable to reach a sustained orgasm. Gradually, Ichiki's mother's sexual fantasies faded, and her vaginal fluids dried up. She kept spitting and wiping her genitals to keep them moist. She was a woman who liked boys and was soft-hearted towards them; she could satisfy their sexual needs, but a woman shouldn't let a boy have sexual desire.
Ichiki's mother lay on the bed, watching the boy on top of her, thrusting into her vagina. She could feel her breasts swaying in front of her chest, her buttocks trembling on the mattress. She spat and wiped her genitals again, asking, "Do you know how to fuck?"
The little boy between her legs said, "Yes, that's how my mom and I do it."
Ichiki's mother thought that this was probably how he and his mother at home; he didn't know how to manipulate her body, didn't know how to touch her sensitive spots, didn't know how to slap her buttocks, and certainly didn't know how to control the rhythm of a woman. Ichiki's mother reached out and touched the little boy's scrotum, intending to stimulate him to ejaculate quickly.
Experienced, she brought him to climax in a few moments. He tried to pull out, but Ichiki's mother clamped her legs tightly around his waist, saying, "Ejaculate inside me."
She didn't want to be taken advantage of; he had penetrated her until she was dry, and only the throbbing of his penis during ejaculation provided any stimulation to her genitals.
The little boy ejaculated. Ichiki's mother hugged him and rolled onto him. She wanted to comfort him after sex. She lay on top of him, her legs wrapped around his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, kissing him. Her tongue entered his mouth.
After the kiss, she lay down beside him, wanting to rest. The little boy finished suckling at her nipple. He said, "You're such a good woman. My mom won't let me ejaculate inside her."
Ichimu's mother said, "You don't understand. Your mom is afraid you'll get her pregnant. Auntie isn't afraid; Auntie wears an IUD. Look, you've made Auntie's vagina all wet, just like your mom's!"
Ichimu's mother sat up, lifting her large, heavy breasts. She felt she was definitely better than his mother. She asked the little boy, "Tell Auntie about you and your mom. Auntie wants to know." Ichimu's mother was still unsatisfied; she had given her body to this little boy, and she wanted something in return. She was willing to listen to the little boy and his mother's story.
The little boy was very well-behaved. He got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and nestled against Ichiki's mother's ample bosom, unlocking it. A picture of his mother appeared on the screen—a rather attractive woman.
Ichiki's mother praised him, saying, "Isn't your mother beautiful?"
The little boy was delighted and said, "There's a secret, I'll show you. My mom made me take these pictures when my dad wasn't home. Look, she has as much pubic hair as you. My mom told me she started growing pubic hair when she was a teenager. Auntie, what about you?" He then opened the next picture, a nude photo of his mother.
Ichiki's mother noticed that the other woman looked younger than her, with fuller breasts, a shapely and rounded figure, and dark pubic hair. Ichiki's mother didn't answer him about the age at which her own pubic hair started growing.
The little boy took a bite of Ichiki's mother's nipple, then pulled out a photo—a picture of his mother's vulva. He proudly said, "My mom says I'm strong."
Ichiki's mother slapped the little boy's head and said, "You fuck?" The
little boy lifted Ichiki's mother's buttocks and said, "Yes. When my dad isn't home, we're together every day. When Mom comes home, we sleep together."
Ichiki's mother pushed the little boy's hands away, pressed her large breasts against his head, and said, "You have such a good woman, don't you have any foreplay when you make love?"
The little boy didn't understand what Ichiki's mother meant by foreplay; he looked at Ichiki's mother but didn't say anything.
Ichiki's mother pushed the little boy up, raised her legs, and said, "Look again, is there a big difference between your mother's and your aunt's vaginas?"
The little boy said, "You're better than my mom. She doesn't wear panties, and she doesn't let me take off her clothes."
Ichiki's mother asked, "Then what do you do?"
The little boy said, "My mom comes home very late, so she gets into my bed, we do it to her, and then she goes to sleep."
Ichiki's mother asked again, "Then doesn't your mom talk to you?"
The little boy replied, "At first my mom talked, but then she stopped. Anyway, I..." She was moaning and groaning on her body, and I knew my mom was enjoying it.
"You silly child," said Yimu's mother, "Auntie just wants to hear what your mom says to you."
The little boy said, "What else? My mom says to me, 'Fuck, fuck Mommy's pussy.' Every time she shouts—'Fuck me—fuck Mommy—ah—fuck big pussy—'" The little boy's penis got hard again. He touched Yimu's mother's vulva and said, "Auntie, I want to fuck your pussy—"
Yimu's mother thought she couldn't mess around with this child anymore; this was a small inn, and the rules weren't always strict. And this child couldn't bring her any more pleasure; it was time to leave!
Ichiki's mother spread her legs again, making the little boy stare intently at her vulva, saying, "Look carefully at Auntie's pussy. It's no different from your mother's, except your mother didn't teach you properly. You still need to learn to appreciate women, otherwise you can't be a noble man towards women."
Ichiki's mother then rolled over on the bed, letting the little boy see and touch her breasts, back, and buttocks. She said, "You've seen my whole body, are you satisfied? Save your energy..." "Give it to your mother tonight. Remember what Auntie said, from now on, take the initiative to take off your mother's clothes, admire that woman, and then enjoy that woman. She loves you, so you should fuck her. How many women is Auntie your brother?"
The little boy suddenly lay down between Ichimu's mother's legs and said, "Auntie, when I touched your body when I got on the bus, I wanted to be with you. I've never done anything like this before. Besides my mother, I don't have any other women."
Ichimu's mother's vulva was wide open in front of the little boy, but she knew she had to leave. She grabbed the little boy's head and said, "Come on, kiss Auntie, my pussy."
The little boy did indeed kiss Ichimu's mother's vulva. Ichimu's mother pushed him up and said while putting on her clothes, "Just treat Auntie's affection as kinship. If Auntie meets you again in the future, I will give it to you again. Auntie's pussy—you fucked it—I'll give it back to you later—go home first today—you still have another woman—"
Ichimu's mother and the little boy finished having sex. As they walked out of the inn, the little boy looked somewhat lost and dejected. Ichimu's mother kept talking to him about women, repeatedly using the word "vagina," a word women found most difficult to utter, always referring to the boy's mother. Even after Ichimu's mother hailed a taxi for the little boy, she told him, "You need to go to your mother. She's younger than me, and her vagina is tighter. Go back and fuck my vagina, make me excited. I believe you can do it."
When the taxi arrived, Ichimu's mother handed the driver the fare and then slipped some money into the little boy's hand. The little boy reluctantly went to Ichiki's mother's side. Upon seeing this, Ichiki's mother quickly hugged the little boy. On the street, a middle-aged woman naturally hugging a boy would not arouse suspicion, because it looked like a mother hugging her own child.
The little boy's hand touched Ichimu's mother's genitals. He said, "Auntie, I want your pussy."
Ichimu's mother quickly replied, "You just did that to Auntie. Now Auntie wants you to go home and fuck that woman's pussy. Don't disappoint Auntie. Auntie has other things to do now, but I'll come find you later."
The little boy said, "I want to fuck you the best."
Ichimu's mother said, "Auntie wants to too. You're the most capable." Ichimu's mother squeezed the little boy's hand between her legs and continued, "Go quickly, think of Auntie, go fuck that woman. You'll definitely be even better. Next time you see Auntie, tell Auntie properly."
The little boy squeezed Ichimu's mother's vulva hard before getting into the car and leaving.
Ichimu's mother was heartbroken. This boy was innocent, but infatuated. Ichimu's mother dared not have any further contact with him. Poor child.
Ichiki's mother hailed a taxi home. The road was busy with traffic. She thought about how much she had changed over the years, just like this once peaceful road. With more cars, there was a sense of unease, but having a car was better than having none. She squeezed her legs together, her fingers touching her vulva, unable to control herself as a young boy touched her. She thought that her lower body was like this road; with money, the doors widened, always willing to let cars in. A flourishing pubic hair is a kind of pride, but also a kind of depravity. But Ichiki's mother couldn't control her burgeoning desire.
She gently touched her vulva, feeling that the boy today was truly naive, failing to satisfy her sexual urges. Thinking of her past flirtations with that boy, she arrived home feeling joyful.
Knowing that Zhang Ma would be home early today, Yimu's mother realized that only her son, Yimu, was home. She suddenly missed him; what could he be doing at home?
Yimu's mother quietly opened the door, and the sight she saw shocked her.
Yimu was sitting on the sofa, his athletic shorts down to his buttocks, while Zhang Ma's daughter, Huihui, wearing a school skirt and topless, was kneeling between Yimu's legs, giving him oral sex.
Yimu's mother, afraid of startling her son, dared not speak loudly. Yimu and his mother, focused on themselves, didn't notice that their mother had entered the house. Yimu's
mother inadvertently saw her son's penis, which was much more robust than the boy's. A feeling of pleasure welled up within her, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs. She thought about how she had just played with a little boy, and now her son was playing with a little girl. She looked at Yimu and Huihui and coughed softly.
Yimu and Huihui turned around at the same time, and they were stunned when they saw Yimu's mother. Yimu's mother hurriedly waved to them, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm your mother, don't be afraid."
Yimu stiffened and hurriedly pulled up his shorts, while Huihui blushed with embarrassment and quickly got up to cover herself with her school uniform.
Seeing her two children's awkwardness, Yimu's mother instantly recalled her own teenage years when a neighbor boy had touched her breasts, and she had also blushed with embarrassment then. Now, Yimu's mother could accept that her children were experiencing sexual awakening. She calmly said to them, "Don't mind it, I'm your mother."
She took off her shoes and then bent down to take off her socks. She asked gently, "Yimu, where's your dad?"
Yimu replied, "Dad said there was an emergency at the company, so he went out of town."
Yimu's mother asked again, "Where's Zhang's mother?"
Huihui, already dressed in her school uniform, replied, "I'm going to study with Yimu, so I'm going home first. The food is on the table. Auntie, let me heat it up for you."
Yimu's mother said to Huihui, "No need, Huihui, Auntie has already eaten out."
Actually, Yimu's mother hadn't eaten; she was in a good mood and had just enjoyed the beautiful scenery, so she didn't have much of an appetite.
Looking at her bewildered child, Yimu's mother straightened up, unbuttoned her skirt, and it fell to the ground, revealing her small thong. The thong was too small to cover her bottom, and Yimu's mother walked bare-legged over the skirt on the ground.
She said to Huihui and Yimu, "Mom must be tired today too. I left my car at work and took the bus home myself." As she spoke, she looked at Huihui and lifted her thong slightly.
What was in Ichimu's mother's underwear? It was a woman's thing. Huihui seemed to understand what Ichimu's mother meant. She didn't care that her son had a woman, and since she liked Ichimu, what did she have to fear?
Huihui became more open. She came over and picked up Ichimu's mother's skirt that had fallen to the ground. She said, "Auntie, I'll put it in the laundry room for you."
Actually, Huihui's personality was quite like Ichimu's mother's—cheerful and straightforward, and quick to soothe her own feelings. She made Ichimu's mother feel very comfortable. Ichimu
's mother said to Huihui, "Wait a minute, Auntie needs to change her clothes." After saying that, Ichimu's mother took off her shirt and handed it to Huihui.
Huihui said, "Auntie, your bra is a little dirty."
Ichimu's mother looked down and saw a stain on her bra. She remembered the little boy from earlier; perhaps it was his saliva or semen? A dirty bra wasn't easy to explain.
Ichimu's mother smiled lightly and nonchalantly unhooked her bra, handing it to Huihui.
At this moment, Ichimu's mother was practically naked, wearing only a small pair of briefs. Seeing Ichimu staring at her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. She thrust out her large breasts and suddenly blurted out, "You saw another woman, didn't you? Actually, I'm happy to see you two having fun together. Tell me, how long have you been together? Don't lie to me, you've had sex, haven't you?"
Hearing his mother's question, Ichimu didn't dare answer and looked at Huihui.
Huihui glanced at Yimu, her mind racing. Yimu's mother looked at Huihui with gentle eyes. Huihui's heart sank, and she said directly to Yimu's mother, "Yes, Auntie, we've been together for a long time."
Yimu felt his mother was about to scold him. In Yimu's memory, his mother's biggest concern was his studies, and a mother who cared about her child's studies wouldn't allow her child to have early sexual activity. Yimu became a little nervous. He looked at his mother, and his mother looked at him.
Yimu was surprised when his mother calmly said, "I knew it. When young boys and girls are together, the more mysterious sex is, the more unavoidable it becomes. Don't worry, I'm an open-minded woman and I don't object to you having sex."
Yimu replied, "Then, Mom, you don't object to us being together."
His mother paused for a moment and continued, "However, I'm worried that you're both young and don't know much about sex. Excessive sex can be harmful. If you don't take precautions, the girl could get pregnant, which would be even more harmful and troublesome. So, don't do it secretly; it's best to do it at home. If you have any questions, Mom can help you."
Hearing his mother's words, Yimu didn't know what to say. Huihui understood immediately and said, "Thank you, Auntie, for caring so much about us."
Yimu's mother touched her thigh and said to Huihui, "What parent doesn't care about their child, especially a mother? Huihui, tell Auntie, does your mother know about you two?"
Huihui firmly replied, "Auntie, my mother doesn't know."
Hearing this, Yimu's mother said, "That's good, otherwise Auntie wouldn't be able to explain to your mother. They're all her own children. Be careful. Don't let Zhang Ma know; she'll be angry."
Yimu's mother repeated, "You absolutely mustn't let Zhang Ma..." "We know."
Huihui took Yimu's hand, and they assured Yimu's mother, "We know, we won't let her know."
Yimu's mother said, "That's good. From now on, if you need to do anything, come to our house. Mom will keep it a secret and keep you safe."
As she spoke, Yimu's mother turned and took a long shirt that covered her bottom from the closet by the door, putting it on and jokingly saying to Huihui, "We can't let him see too many women. You should come to our house from now on, then Auntie will feel at ease."
From that day on, Huihui visited Yimu's house even more frequently, and Yimu's room became their love nest. However, they strictly followed the rules set by Yimu's mother: they had to make love when Zhang's mother and Yimu's father weren't home, and the frequency couldn't be excessive. Yimu's mother never interfered with them. Of course, that's another story.
The day Yimu's mother learned of her son's sexual relationship with Huihui was also an exciting day for her. She had stumbled upon a romantic encounter on the crowded bus, and then unintentionally discovered the affair back home.
That day, Huihui was very understanding. Seeing Yimu's mother almost naked while talking to them, she wanted to give her some time. She tidied up the clothes Yimu's mother had thrown on the floor, and then, in front of her mother, snuggled up to Yimu and said, "Auntie, I want to do 'that' with him. He's still hard." Yimu's mother said
, "If you want to do it, Auntie will leave."
But Huihui said, "Auntie, I want to go home."
After Huihui left, Yimu's mother was overjoyed: her son had his own woman.
Yimu, however, became more animated around his mother. He said to her, "You didn't even say goodbye before coming back."
Yimu's mother replied, "Go, let's see your room. Did you two do it?"
Yimu told his mother, "No."
Yimu's mother, with her bare legs, led Yimu to the room door. She said, "Mom's going into your room now." After saying this, she took off her long robe. Yimu blushed instantly, lowered his head, and looked away. But his lower body was engorged with blood, and his penis strained against his shorts.
Seeing her son's embarrassed state, Yimu's mother smiled inwardly: Her son had really grown up; his eyes were avoiding her gaze, but his penis was hard. She said slowly, "Still shy? Afraid to look at me? I'm your mother."
Yimu looked up at his mother, and after a while, he calmed down and went into the room with her.
Yimu's mother leaned against him, keeping close to his side. Yimu smelled the fragrance of a woman's body, and he lowered his head somewhat awkwardly. Yimu's mother saw a book on his desk, picked it up and glanced at it; the title was: How to Play Basketball.
She asked Yimu, "Son, are you reading this kind of book?"
Yimu looked up, glanced shyly at his mother, and then looked her in the eye, saying, "Yes, I don't have a coach, so I'm just reading this book to learn."
Yimu's mother turned and took the book from him, placing it on the desk. She said, "There's a memoir by a basketball star; why don't you read it? It's inspiring!"
Yimu seemed much more at ease then, and he chuckled. He told his mother, "I don't read personal memoirs; they're all lies. The achievements are yours, the mistakes are someone else's. They all portray you as superior, grand, and unreal."
Hearing this, Yimu's mother was pleased. She turned to face him and said, "Son, you've grown up and have your own judgment. I'm so happy for you." She took Yimu's hand and gestured for him to touch her breast.
Yimu stared at his mother's breasts, large and round, right before his eyes, and couldn't help but swallow hard. He wanted to touch them, but he didn't dare. Since he was a child, he had seen his mother naked, but never touched them. He wanted to touch them, but was afraid: if he misunderstood his mother's intentions, it would be too inappropriate.
Yimu's mother sensed his thoughts; his penis was erect, making his shorts stand erect. He wanted to, but dared not make any improper moves. Yimu's mother took his hand and placed it on her breast, comforting him, "I'm your mother, what are you afraid of touching me? I've seen it all, your penis is hard." Yimu
opened his palm and touched his mother's breast.
This was the first time Yimu had touched his mother's breasts since he grew up; they were firm and elastic. It was also the first time her breasts had been touched by her son since he was a child. She felt a magnetic quality in his hands, firmly gripping her breasts and nipples. His caresses sent a radiant, comforting sensation throughout her body. Yimu's mother asked him, "Do you want to hug Mommy and touch Mommy?"
Yimu nodded. His mother asked again, "Would you be happy to hug Mommy?"
Yimu nodded again, and his mother sat down on his lap. Her buttocks brushed against his erect penis, and Yimu smiled shyly.
Yimu's mother laughed. She sat on Yimu's lap, letting him caress her breasts. She said to him, "Son, Mom wants to ask you something."
Yimu nodded again.
Yimu's mother said, "Tell Mom, was Huihui her first time when you and Huihui were together?"
Yimu understood what his mother meant. He said, "Yes, she was a virgin."
Yimu's mother then asked, "How do you know?"
Yimu said, "You can find out about that online. She still keeps her virginity towel."
Yimu's mother seemed a little happy. She touched Yimu's penis, and Yimu, with his whole body, also touched his mother's buttocks. Yimu's mother continued, "Son, what I want to tell you is that if you want a woman, you should find a good woman like your mother, Zhang's mother, and Hu Xiang's mother. You can't find those prostitutes who have sex with men indiscriminately. And you must be careful, if Huihui is your woman, your woman can't let other men touch her. Remember that!!!"
Yimu's hand reached into his mother's shorts. He wanted to say something, but as he touched his mother's buttocks, he didn't say anything.
Yimu's mother said to Yimu, "Son, you understand women now. Have you noticed any changes in my body lately?"
Yimu patted his mother's bottom and said, "Mom, you've gained a little weight."
Yimu's mother nodded and said, "Yes, I've gained quite a bit of weight recently."
The reason for Yimu's mother's weight gain was that she had started dating Sister Wang's nephew, had more sexual relations with men, and was in a more cheerful mood. She even put aside her position as the director of the Women's Association and became less willing to participate in social activities. Her relaxed attitude led to her weight gain.
"I don't have the heart for that now," said Yimu's mother. "When a woman's heart is at ease, her body is most prone to gaining weight."
After saying this, Yimu's mother stood up abruptly and stood beside Yimu. She said, "Women become fuller-figured at my age; that's when a woman is most beautiful. Look closely, what's the difference between me and Zhang's mother?"
Yimu said "Oh," and actually began to carefully examine her mother's body.
Yimu felt that her mother was a full-figured and well-proportioned woman, while Zhang's mother was a fair-skinned, plump woman.
Zhang's mother's skin was fairer than her mother's, and Zhang's mother's breasts were just as full as her mother's. However, her mother's areolas were not large, and her nipples were like bright red dates. Zhang's mother's areolas were brown, and her nipples resembled ripe dates.
Yimu's mother said, "Mom's taking off her underwear, so you can see clearly."
Yimu's mother took off her underwear and stood naked in front of Yimu.
Yimu noticed a difference between his mother and Zhang's mother. Zhang's mother's pubic hair was sparse, revealing a fleshy cleavage below her abdomen. His mother's pubic hair, however, formed a neat little triangle below her abdomen. Yimu thought, "Wait a minute, I've seen my mother before; her pubic hair here was always very thick."
Yimu was now completely relaxed; he felt he could make advances on his mother. He reached out and brushed his mother's pubic hair, but she dodged his hand, saying, "You can look but not touch my pubic area. Come here, look closely."
She placed a towel under her buttocks and sat on the edge of his bed, spreading her legs.
When he saw his mother's vulva, he said, "Mom, you're showing your pubic area."
She spread her legs even wider, looking down at her vulva, saying, "Yes, look at me, look closely. I'll let you see what a woman has here."
He stared intently at his naked mother. Apart from a small triangular patch of pubic hair, the area around her red labia was completely bald. Looking at his mother, he became aroused. Yimu said to his mother, "Women's vulvas are really different."
Yimu's mother beckoned him to her side and said, "Son, Mom trimmed it herself, feel it."
Yimu reached out and touched his mother's vulva; her labia were smooth.
Ever since that trip to Korea with Sister Wang's nephew, Yimu's mother had unintentionally trimmed her pubic hair. Unexpectedly, Sister Wang's nephew was incredibly excited, kissing her vulva incessantly all night. This made Yimu's mother understand that a woman needs to constantly change to please a man.
Every woman trims her hair; head hair goes without saying, and now they've added shaving their armpit hair. That practice was introduced to China from abroad; foreign women shave their armpit hair, and Chinese women have followed suit. Foreign women often shave their pubic hair because it's abundant and can even cover the upper thighs. However, it's rare for Chinese women to trim their pubic hair. Women
can trim their own pubic hair, but Yimu's mother doesn't want to because it takes away from her interest. She wants a man to do it for her, which makes her more engaged. Therefore, Yimu's mother has always had her pubic hair trimmed at a Korean cosmetic surgery clinic, and she has to have a specific person do it for her. She hires a Korean man. Yimu's mother isn't a fan of Korean culture, and she has her reasons for choosing a Korean man. First, Koreans don't understand the situation in China, so they keep quiet. Second, the facilities and hygiene in Korea are better.
This time, Ichimu's mother went with Zhang's mother. The cosmetic surgery clinic was more than a three-hour drive away in another city. Ichimu's mother dared not do such a thing locally.
In a clean room at the clinic, Zhang's mother witnessed the entire process of Ichimu's mother having her pubic hair trimmed. Ichimu's mother changed into a special long gown for the clinic's customers, lay down on the bed, and was first cleaned by a female nurse. Then the Korean man began trimming her pubic hair.
The Korean man spoke good Chinese, and he was quite familiar with Ichimu's mother; they talked incessantly. The Korean man's fingers were quite nimble. While trimming Ichimoku's pubic hair, he kept teasing her clitoris. Each time he teased her, he would say to her, "I'm touching you again—" This made Ichimoku shudder and say, "You're so naughty, trying to arouse my desire." The
Korean man said, "Yes, it's to make you—have sex—"
Ichimoku said, "You must have eaten too much ginseng, you can't release without a woman."
The Korean man chuckled and said, "Now you have to be careful, don't move around." He picked up the razor and carefully shaved the pubic hair around Ichimoku's labia. Only after he finished did he let out a sigh of relief and say, "Now it's all good, look down there, what a beautiful wife." He pressed the doorbell, and a nurse came in and cleaned Ichimoku again.
As soon as the nurse left, Ichimu's mother wrapped her legs around the Korean man's waist and said to him, "You've aroused me. Fuck me—I want you—fuck a Chinese woman—"
The Korean man then took off his pants and had sex with Ichimu's mother.
Watching them have sex, Zhang's mother, her own juices flowing freely, couldn't resist. Yimu's mother pulled her hand: "Come on, let him trim your pubic hair. He'll be more attentive with two Chinese women."
Zhang's mother said, "I can't, my hair can't be touched, my man will notice."
The Korean man pulled Zhang's mother close: "If I don't touch your hair, I'll fuck you!"
Zhang's mother understood his meaning; she unzipped her pants. The bed was too small for two women, so Zhang's mother lay on the edge of the bed. The Korean man pulled his penis out of Yimu's mother's vagina, spread Zhang's mother's buttocks, and said, "Fuck two Chinese women." He then inserted his penis into Zhang's mother's vagina. It was
Zhang's mother's first time having sex with a foreigner. Physically, she felt no difference, but psychologically, it was different. Ichimu's mother got out of bed and knelt down next to Zhang's mother. Zhang's mother's hand touched Ichimu's mother's breasts, and she said, "It's all your fault, making me get fucked by a foreigner."
Ichimu's mother whispered to Zhang's mother, "Just consider it a feeling. Don't treat people who eat kimchi like human beings."
The Korean man saw the two Chinese women's white, big buttocks and became very excited. He took turns fucking the two women. After a while, he ejaculated, splattering it on Zhang's mother's buttocks, and excitedly said, "Wow, two Chinese women—"
Ichimu's mother and Zhang's mother looked at the excited, flushed Korean man. Ichimu's mother said, "Look at his stupid face." They got dressed, and Ichimu's mother took out some money from her small bag and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "Here, this is your payment."
Yimu had no idea his mother had such an experience. He looked at his mother's neatly trimmed pubic hair, her vulva open to him. Yimu's mother pointed to her vulva and asked Yimu, "Son, look, this cunt, do you want to fuck it?"
Yimu nodded hurriedly, his head almost touching his mother's legs, and said, "Yes."
Yimu's mother said, "Not now, but you can have it later." Yimu's mother reached out and pulled on Yimu's shorts, saying, "Let Mom see."
Yimu's mother pulled down Yimu's shorts, and Yimu's erect penis sprang out, bouncing onto Yimu's mother's nipple. Yimu's mother grasped Yimu's penis, wanting to measure its size. Even with one hand holding it, a portion was still sticking out; this size was large, the perfect size for a woman. She was stroking Yimu's penis, not wanting her son to become aroused. She said to Yimu, "Mom can't give you sex down there, but Mom can let you come."
Yimu's mother stood up, her breasts pressing against Yimu's body. Yimu hugged his mother's buttocks, watching her masturbate.
Yimu's mother said to Yimu, "Your mother and your mother Zhang have been sisters for many years. If you and Huihui get involved, how can I face your mother if she finds out? What kind of contraception do you use when you have sex with Huihui?" Yimu said
, "During Huihui's safe period is fine."
Yimu's mother said, "That's not safe. You can't do that again. Even I don't dare."
Yimu wrapped his arms around his mother's waist, letting her pubic hair rest against his... On his mother's thighs, he touched her thighs and buttocks and said, "Mom, you have thick legs and a big butt."
His mother said, "Women like that can bear children. If I weren't bound by morality, I could have given you several more children." She lifted his t-shirt and said, "Take it off, or leave it on."
He took off his t-shirt, and his mother pressed herself tightly against him, lifting one leg and placing his penis on it, gently rubbing it with one hand. His hand reached towards his mother's genitals, and she didn't stop him. His fingers entered her vagina.
Ichimu's mother asked, "Is Mom very wet?"
Ichimu said, "Yes, Mom, I want you."
Ichimu's mother said, "No. Son."
Ichimu's mother's hand began to masturbate faster. She watched the changes in Ichimu's expression and knew that her son was about to ejaculate. Ichimu finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. The semen spurted out, and Ichimu's mother could feel the throbbing as he ejaculated. Ichimu's mother really wanted to open her mouth to catch the semen he ejaculated, but she didn't dare, after all, she was his mother. She watched as Yimu's semen splattered all over the floor and said to him, "It would be a great achievement if it were inside Mommy, then it wouldn't be wasted. Maybe Mommy can even have a child for you."
After Yimu finished ejaculating, they both calmed down. Yimu's mother said to him, "Hurry up and clean it up. It's just the two of us at home. Don't let Aunt Zhang see it tomorrow and make her suspect we've done something."
Yimu's mother lay on Yimu's bed, watching him clean the floor. She beckoned him over, took his penis in her hand, and rubbed his glans against her clitoris. Yimu's mother moaned softly, "Son—tonight—Mommy will sleep with you—"

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