Beautiful Mom Sisi

I was born into a happy family of three. My father, Zhang Li, runs a modest advertising company. He
's not particularly special, except for his honesty. He always agrees with
and . He's a typical good husband and father.

As for my mother, well, I must say, she's a stunning beauty, a real beauty. She's 1.68 meters
tall, with long, wavy black hair that reaches her waist, and perfect features, especially her mesmerizing eyes
with long eyelashes. Any man who sees her will be mesmerized. Her skin is snow-
white, with a healthy, rosy glow.

What's most irresistible is her amazing figure. Even I, her son, can't help but drool. Her full, firm
breasts, smooth, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks, especially her long, shapely, and fair
legs , are simply mesmerizing. Together, they create a devilish figure, and with her
captivating face, my mother is a tempting beauty that makes people want to commit a crime.

To explain how a woman like my mother could marry such an ordinary man as my father, we need to
start from the beginning . My mother was beautiful from a young age, and by the time she graduated from university, she had witnessed countless men
vying for her attention. She knew those men were only after her body, so she
never had any liking for wealthy, smooth-talking men. Knowing that beautiful women often have tragic fates, she believed that to have a happy and fulfilling life,
she needed to find an honest and reliable man.

Coincidentally, my grandfather, Zhang Bohai, a former comrade-in-arms of Liu Tianqi, had a successful family business. Crucially, he had a
son who, like his father, was honest, reliable, and without any ulterior motives. So
, he arranged for them to meet. Unexpectedly, my mother took a liking to my father at first sight and agreed. They dated for over a year before getting married.

My father was overjoyed. When he first met my mother, he was stunned by her beauty
and felt unworthy of her. He became nervous, stuttering and blushing. Unexpectedly, this caught my mother's
attention , and she gradually developed feelings for him, finding him honest and reliable, and ultimately married him. My father felt incredibly fortunate that my mother was willing
to marry him, and he became even more devoted to her, spoiling her rotten.

I, Zhang Xiaohui, am thirteen years old and just started junior high school. Since I was little, I've always thought my mother was exceptionally beautiful, practically
a fairy. My classmates' mothers couldn't compare. My mother is 38 today, but her beauty has remained unchanged for
ten years . Her face shows no signs of aging, and her figure has become even more alluring and voluptuous
, with a shapely, curvaceous figure like a ripe peach. I just want to devour her whole. The only change is in my mother's
demeanor ; she's become even more noble and graceful, gentle and virtuous, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

After I started junior high, the topics of conversation among my classmates and friends began to shift towards girls. Because
we're the age where we're most interested in women, I gradually developed an interest in girls myself. Sometimes, some
precocious older boys would talk to us, these naive young boys, about women's knowledge, such as breasts, vaginas,
labia, and other words that made us blush.

(Some might say, "Do you need someone to teach you this? Just go online. There are
tons of pornographic pictures online. Can't you look and learn by yourself?" Don't forget, back in junior high, computers
were precious items in the school computer lab. We only had two computer classes a week, and those were mostly just typing and
playing games. The computers in the lab couldn't even connect to the internet, unlike now where it's so common and resources are so abundant.)

During breaks, classmates and friends would often blurt out, "Look, look! That
woman who just walked by has such big breasts and is so beautiful!"

Every time I heard this, my mother's image would appear in my mind—her full breasts, slender
waist , full hips, and especially her long, white, beautiful legs. These images would repeatedly appear in my mind, and every time I thought
of this, I felt my heart race, and something would feel erect in my pants. The rush of blood to my lower body made me dizzy. I didn't know why; I just attributed it to my attachment
to my mother . But every time I thought about this, a strange sense of guilt would rise within me. I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish the image from my mind, but after a few times, a strange feeling naturally crept into my subconscious towards my mother. Once this subconscious feeling took hold, I naturally began to pay attention to my mother's behavior and expressions at home, until one day, it completely changed my perspective. That morning, I sleepily walked out of my room and into the dining room. I saw my mother busy making breakfast . Sensing someone behind her, she turned around, saw me, and smiled brightly, saying, "Xiaohui, wait a little longer, your favorite preserved egg congee will be ready soon. Just wait a bit." Then she turned back to continue her work. I yawned and sat down at the table, leaning back in my chair, looking at my mother with sleepy eyes. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual about Mom's outfit today. I shook my head to clear my head and looked again. Oh my god, Mom looked so...so...beautiful today! Right, there's a word to describe it...sexy...sexy, that's it! The word my senior had mentioned to us last time suddenly popped into my head. I didn't understand what it meant then, but now I did. Practice really does make perfect! Mom was wearing a tight-fitting white sleeveless shirt with a wide collar, reaching just to her waist. The shirt clung tightly to her full breasts, and she wore a denim mini-skirt. Her full, round buttocks stretched the skirt perfectly, revealing a pair of snow-white, delicate legs. The sight of so much white was dazzling, making me dizzy. I stared wide-eyed at Mom's alluring legs and buttocks, completely mesmerized, thinking, "So beautiful, that figure...tsk tsk." Just as I was lost in thought, my mother's voice jolted me awake. "Okay, you can eat now." My mother came over with the pot, and I quickly sat up straight, not daring to lift my head, trying to calm my racing mind. Just then, my mother ladled out a bowl of porridge and handed it to me. "Here, try it, is it good, Mom?" I quickly took a bite, saying with a satisfied expression, "Mom's cooking is so delicious! I love Mom's cooking the most !" My mother, pleased, said, "Little rascal, you have such a sweet tongue." "Hehe..." "Then you eat first, and then hurry up and go to school." With that, my mother turned and went back to her room, and a little while later...

She came out with her bag.

I asked, puzzled, "Mom, aren't you going to eat? Where are you going so early?"

"Um, I'm not eating. My old classmate, Aunt Wang, is here on a business trip from Beijing. I'm going to pick
her up, and then we'll eat together."

I immediately understood. No wonder Mom was dressed so beautifully today; it turned out Aunt Wang was here.
(It's inevitable for classmates to catch up, and there's also the element of comparison.) So of course, Mom had to dress up
nicely . Actually, Mom usually has good taste in clothes, but while her styles are trendy, they're quite conservative. Today, however, her outfit was
so fashionable and sexy that it caught my eye.

As Mom was speaking, she was about to walk past me when suddenly her foot seemed to trip over something. She lurched to
the side and almost fell. I quickly stood up and helped her, and she regained her balance. But her bag
fell to the ground, scattering its contents everywhere. Mom saw this and quickly squatted down to pick it up.

I was standing right next to my mother when I saw her squat down. Not understanding what was happening, my eyes naturally
followed her. I saw her bending over to gather the things scattered on the floor. Her neckline was wide open,
and her breasts, tightly encased in a black lace bra, formed a deep cleavage beneath her shirt,
a vast white skin. With each movement, waves of her breasts swayed, making my heart flutter. I was afraid they
would break free and spill out.

I stared blankly at the sight before me, that familiar feeling washing over me again. I felt my
blood rushing to my head. A sense of unease washed over me, and I quickly squatted down to help her. Only then did I
realize that my mother was right beside me, her two tightly pressed, snow-white thighs just ten centimeters from my eyes. I
could even see the tiny veins through her jade-like skin.

I greedily scanned my mother's flawless white legs, swallowing hard as my blood rushed.
My hazy mind was filled with only one thought: "See more, see more." A sudden idea struck me.

I slowly moved to my mother's side, pretending to tidy up, but my eyes were
glued to her tightly closed legs, hoping for a miracle.

The opportunity finally arrived. After finishing tidying up what was nearby, my mother glanced around, looking for
anything else. She noticed something about a meter ahead and reached for it.

I knew my chance had come. Holding my breath, I watched intently as my mother slowly parted her legs and took a few steps forward. In
that instant, my gaze pierced deep into the crotch of her snow-white thighs. Between the white flesh, a pair of
black lace panties of the same color completely concealed her maddening private parts, leaving only a
thin sheet of fabric. This scene, though only for a fleeting moment, already filled me with immense satisfaction, even though it was my first time seeing a woman's body
.

A huge sense of guilt immediately enveloped me. I didn't even
know ; I only vaguely remembered answering her a few times.

Foreword: This is my first time writing, so my skills are lacking. Please forgive any inconsistencies in details or plot.
As for whether this is a cuckold story, I can tell you that it is not.

(This chapter is light-colored, foreshadowing the plot)
(II)

I arrived at school in a daze, my mind filled with guilt and shame. During class,
my thoughts wandered , and I didn't even know what the teacher was saying. In the evening, I walked home with ease, hesitating...
afraid of how I would face my mother when I got home.

Just then, "Xiao Hui, why aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing at the door?"

I turned around and saw that it was my father. I quickly composed myself and said, "Nothing, I just
got home was about to open the door."

After saying that, I opened the door and went in. My father followed me into the living room. I glanced guiltily at the
kitchen there was no light. I knew my mother wasn't home.

Dad seemed to sense my confusion. "Your mom called me and said your Aunt Wang insisted on having
dinner , so we have to fend for ourselves." He then headed towards the kitchen, presumably to cook instant noodles.

I threw my schoolbag on the sofa and followed Dad, eating the noodles he'd made with a
gusto , thinking, "Life without Mom is unbearable."

I ate half, but couldn't eat anymore. I got up to go back to my room, but Dad called me back with a smile.

"Hurry up and do your homework. After you finish, we'll watch the game together. We haven't watched a game together in ages,
okay ?" Dad asked, looking at me with loving eyes.

I glanced at him guiltily and reluctantly agreed. I

went back to my room and opened my homework, but I had no interest in it. I just absentmindedly finished it, not caring if it was
right or wrong . At worst, I'd get scolded by the teacher tomorrow.

Half an hour later, I went to the living room. Dad was already sitting on the sofa, and the game broadcast was on TV
. Dad turned around, saw me, and quickly beckoned me over.

My dad and I sat side-by-side on the sofa, watching the game. He occasionally took a break to ask me about school
, which I casually answered.

After a while, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Mom was home. I
didn't dare turn around and continued watching TV. Sure enough, a little while later, Mom came into the living room.

"Oh, you two are having a good time, watching the game together. Xiaohui has never watched
TV ," she said, her tone slightly sarcastic.

Although I didn't dare look at Mom, my ears were perked up. Hearing her words, I felt
a strange joy; my gloomy mood instantly lifted, and I wasn't so nervous anymore.

Dad turned to Mom and smiled, "Honey, don't tease us. Hehe,
I asked Xiaohui to keep me company..."

He suddenly noticed something and added in surprise, "Honey...you...you...
look...so...beautiful today." Then he stared at Mom with adoration.

Upon hearing this, Mom blushed at first, then her face hardened with a frosty expression. "What? Was I not pretty before
?"

Dad hurriedly tried to explain, but being honest by nature, he couldn't quite grasp the situation and stammered nervously, "No...
no... no... no..."

Mom pressed on, seemingly teasing him, "Say it, yes or no?"

Seeing Dad sweating profusely and unable to explain himself, a thought flashed through my mind. The idea of not daring to look back at Mom
vanished instantly. I turned to Mom, my voice tinged with excitement, and helped Dad smooth things over: "Dad..."
What I meant was that Mom is usually very pretty, but she looks even more beautiful today, 10 years younger,
and like my older sister.

Dad was overjoyed and slapped his thigh. "Yes, that's what I meant! Xiaohui is right,
wife, you look so beautiful today, I almost don't recognize you!"

Mom's usual clothes, while tasteful, are very stiff and conservative, the kind of clothes a conservative woman
would never impress. But today's outfit gave us both a refreshing feeling. Honestly, this side of
Mom was exciting and something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I knew that if Mom changed her style, like today, wouldn't I have more
opportunities to peek at her beautiful body? Thinking about this, my waning guilt returned, but unlike during the day, it was
now accompanied by a strange thrill and excitement. I felt deeply attracted to it
and didn't want to pull away.

Mom, hearing my words, saw Dad's bewildered expression. She chuckled and then
sat down on the single sofa next to her father.

Watching her sit down, my eyes couldn't help but linger on her again.
Her full breasts, encased in her clothes, and her long, slender, white legs peeking out from under her short skirt, stirred my desire once more.
I quickly composed myself, knowing that my mother's current attire was temporary; long-established dressing habits are
n't easily changed. Just like learning, you have to want to learn to learn well. So, I needed to
change my mother's mindset first, and then her clothing would naturally change. Women, what woman doesn't love to look beautiful? I believed
no one had told my mother this before, but it wasn't too late. So, I pressed my advantage, saying,

"My classmates' mothers all look like old women, but Mom is still so youthful and
beautiful , just like my sister. Seeing the envious looks from my classmates, I feel very proud, so I've decided that
Mom, you should dress like this more often." "

I deliberately spoke with a serious expression, explaining that I had thought things through carefully. These words would achieve my
goal while perfectly concealing my true intentions, making Mom think I was just a child, only interested in comparing my mother's looks with my
classmates .

Dad, hearing my words, didn't think much of it, simply agreeing that his wife looked good and he felt comfortable
, so he nodded in agreement.

After hearing this, Mom sat on the sofa, one hand on the cushion, the other supporting her head, silently pondering with a slight
frown .

Actually, I had sensed something when Mom went out today; she accompanied Wang Yan shopping, and my usual..." The head-turning rate
was already high, but never as exaggerated as today. Nine out of ten men who passed by stared at her,
completely (there was even a transvestite). After she walked past, they were still standing there dumbfounded, which was really funny.
Wang Yan even made a sarcastic remark about her exaggerated behavior.

Another more important point is that her son, Xiaohui, had a very poor constitution when he was young, constantly getting sick. To
help him, she tried every possible method, consulted numerous famous doctors, and after several years of careful care,
her son is now so healthy. Thinking back, she used to spoil her son terribly, doing
everything she could for him. And when her son was young... My son and I were very close; he loved to be affectionate, joke around, and playfully
fight .

However, because of my spoiling, he became increasingly willful and unruly as a child, causing me
endless headaches. Relying on his father's taciturn nature to discipline him was clearly impossible, so I
gritted my teeth and made a tough decision to take on the role of a strict mother, no longer smiling at him
and becoming increasingly stern.

The results are obvious: my son is now much more obedient and less mischievous.
However, the close bond between us is gone, and we've grown increasingly distant. My son is now very afraid of...
Seeing her son grow up and develop in a positive direction fills
her with both joy and a sense of loss. She realizes it's been years since he's played or acted affectionately with her, and the thought always brings a
pang , a longing to return to the past.

Tonight, she noticed his innocent and playful words, revealing
a deep love and affection for her. This long-lost intimacy, growing ever more cherished and poignant with time
,

has made her resolve clear: "Yes, I don't want to drift apart from my son again. I want to rekindle
the lost bond between us, so I must change." Seeing Mom

deep in thought, Dad and I didn't disturb her and returned to the sports game on TV. But my mind was completely
on Mom, hoping she would agree.

After a long while, I saw Mom's brow finally relax, and her face showed a long-lost, both strange
and familiar, expression. I also saw a smile on her lips. I was overjoyed, knowing that it was a done deal. Mom's mature and voluptuous
beauty had opened a crack in the door to me. Thinking about the colorful days to come, the
dual feelings of guilt and excitement washed over me once again.

Sure enough, soon Mom deliberately coughed to attract Dad and me's attention, and said with a smile, "Well, since
my precious son has spoken, of course Mom has to do as he says, but..."

Mom paused deliberately, a sly glint in her eyes, and continued, "Dressing up costs
money , and Mom doesn't have that much money." "

Hearing my mother's words, I immediately felt a strange sensation, but without thinking much, I turned my gaze to
my father .

Although my father was honest by nature, he was by no means stupid. Without saying a word, he took out his wallet, pulled out his
gold card , and gave it to my mother.

'Wife, buy whatever you like, don't try to save me money. I also like you dressed up nicely.'

My mother happily took the card, hugged my father tightly, and kissed him.

I watched from the side, feeling very uncomfortable, and cried out, 'Mom is being unfair! I want a kiss too!'

My mother and father turned to look at me, exchanging a helpless glance. My mother let go of my father, came to my
side , and lowered her head to kiss my cheek.

When my mother's soft, moist red lips gently pressed against my face, the feeling was
indescribable . I immediately felt my mind buzzing, my head blank, my blood boiling, and only
one sentence echoing in my mind: Mom kissed me! Mom kissed me!"

Afterwards, Mom ignored my father and me, and rushed back to her room to plan her transformation
. I, on the other hand, watched the game with Dad, completely bewildered.

When I came to my senses, I realized I was already in bed. Recalling
everything that had happened that day—seeing a woman's body for the first time, and with my own mother no less—the guilt and the accompanying
thrill were overwhelming, keeping me awake for a long time.

I was born into a happy family of three. My father, Zhang Li, ran a modest advertising company.
He wasn't anything special, except for his honesty; he always agreed to
and . He was a typical good husband and father.

As for my mother, well, I must say, she was a stunning beauty, a real beauty. She was 1.68 meters
tall, with long, curly black hair reaching her waist, perfect features, especially her captivating eyes
with long eyelashes. Any man who saw her would be mesmerized. Her skin was snow-white,
with a rosy glow, radiating health and vitality.

What's most irresistible is her stunning figure. Even I, her son, drool at the sight of her. Her full, firm
breasts, smooth, almost impossibly slender waist, and pert, rounded buttocks, especially her long, shapely, and fair
legs , are simply mesmerizing. All of this combined to create her devilishly beautiful figure. Add to that her
captivating face, and my mother is a tempting beauty that makes one want to commit a crime.

To explain how a woman like my mother could marry such an ordinary man as my father, we need
to start from the beginning . My mother was beautiful from a young age. So, by the time she graduated from university, she had witnessed countless men
vying for her attention. She knew those men were only after her body, so she
never had any affection for wealthy, smooth-talking men. Knowing that beautiful women often suffer, she believed that to have a happy and fulfilling life,
she needed to find an honest and reliable man.

It just so happened that my grandfather, Zhang Bohai, a former comrade-in-arms of Liu Tianqi, had a successful family business. Crucially, he had a
son who, like his father, was honest, reliable, and without any ulterior motives. So
, he arranged for the two to meet. Unexpectedly, my mother took a liking to my father at first sight and agreed. They dated for over a year before getting married.

My father was overjoyed. When he first met my mother, he was stunned by her beauty
and felt unworthy of her. He became so nervous that he stammered and blushed. Unexpectedly, this caught my mother's
attention , and she gradually developed feelings for him, finding him honest and reliable. In the end, she married him. My father felt
incredibly fortunate that my mother was willing to marry him, and he became even more devoted to her, obeying her every whim.

I, Zhang Xiaohui, am thirteen years old and just started junior high school. Since I was little, I've always thought my mom was incredibly beautiful, practically
a fairy. My classmates' moms can't compare. My mom is 38 today, but her beauty hasn't faded in
the last ten years . Her face shows no signs of aging, and her figure has become even more alluring and full-figured
, with curves like a ripe peach—I just want to devour her whole. The only change is in her
demeanor ; she's become even more noble and elegant, gentle and virtuous, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

After starting junior high, the topics of conversation among my classmates and friends started shifting towards girls. Because
we're at the age where we're most interested in women, I've gradually developed an interest in girls myself. Sometimes, some
precocious older boys would talk to us naive young boys about women, such as breasts, vaginas,
labia, and other words that made us blush.

(Some might say, "Do you need someone to teach you this? Just go online. There are
tons of pornographic pictures online. Can't you look and learn by yourself?" Don't forget, back in junior high, computers
were precious items in the school computer lab. We only had two computer classes a week, and those were mostly just typing and
playing games. The computers in the lab couldn't even connect to the internet, unlike now where it's so common and resources are so abundant.)

During breaks, classmates and friends would often blurt out, "Look, look! That
woman who just walked by has such big breasts and is so beautiful!"

Every time I heard this, my mother's image would appear in my mind—her full breasts, slender
waist , full hips, and especially her long, white, beautiful legs. These images would repeatedly appear in my mind, and every time I thought
of this, I felt my heart race, and something would feel erect in my pants. The rush of blood to my lower body made me dizzy. I didn't know why; I just attributed it to my attachment
to my mother . But every time I thought about this, a strange sense of guilt would rise within me. I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish the image from my mind, but after a few times, a strange feeling naturally crept into my subconscious towards my mother. Once this subconscious feeling took hold, I naturally began to pay attention to my mother's behavior and expressions at home, until one day, it completely changed my perspective. That morning, I sleepily walked out of my room and into the dining room. I saw my mother busy making breakfast . Sensing someone behind her, she turned around, saw me, and smiled brightly, saying, "Xiaohui, wait a little longer, your favorite preserved egg congee will be ready soon. Just wait a bit." Then she turned back to continue her work. I yawned and sat down at the table, leaning back in my chair, looking at my mother with sleepy eyes. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual about Mom's outfit today. I shook my head to clear my head and looked again. Oh my god, Mom looked so...so...beautiful today! Right, there's a word to describe it...sexy...sexy, that's it! The word my senior had mentioned to us last time suddenly popped into my head. I didn't understand what it meant then, but now I did. Practice really does make perfect! Mom was wearing a tight-fitting white sleeveless shirt with a wide collar, reaching just to her waist. The shirt clung tightly to her full breasts, and she wore a denim mini-skirt. Her full, round buttocks stretched the skirt perfectly, revealing a pair of snow-white, delicate legs. The sight of so much white was dazzling, making me dizzy. I stared wide-eyed at Mom's alluring legs and buttocks, completely mesmerized, thinking, "So beautiful, that figure...tsk tsk." Just as I was lost in thought, my mother's voice snapped me back to reality, "Alright, you can eat now." My mother came towards me carrying the pot, and I immediately sat up straight, not daring to lift my head, and quickly started preparing the mixed vegetables.

My chaotic thoughts calmed down, and just then, Mom ladled out a bowl of porridge and handed it to me. "Here, try it, is it good,
Mom?"

I quickly took a bite and said with a satisfied look, "Mom's cooking is so delicious, I love Mom's cooking the most
."

Mom was pleased to hear this and said, "Little rascal, you have such a sweet tongue."

"Hehe..."

"Then you eat first, and then hurry up and go to school." After saying that, Mom turned around and went back to her room, and came out a little while later
with her bag .

I asked in confusion, "Mom, aren't you going to eat? Where are you going so early?"

"Well, I'm not eating anymore. My old classmate, Aunt Wang, is here on a business trip from Beijing. I'm going to pick
her up, and then we'll eat together."

I immediately understood. No wonder Mom was dressed so beautifully today. It turned out that Aunt Wang was coming.
(It's inevitable for classmates to meet and catch up, and there's also the element of comparison.) So of course, Mom had to dress up
nicely Actually, my mom usually has good taste in clothes, but her styles are novel yet conservative. Today, however, her outfit was
so fashionable and sexy that it caught my eye.

As Mom was speaking, she was about to walk past me when suddenly her foot seemed to trip over something, and she
lurched to the side, almost falling. I quickly stood up and helped her, and she regained her balance,
but her bag fell to the ground, scattering its contents everywhere. Mom immediately squatted down to pick them up.

I was standing right next to her, and when I saw her squat down, I didn't understand what was happening, so my eyes naturally
followed her. I saw Mom bending over to gather the scattered items, her neckline wide open,
her breasts, tightly wrapped in a black lace bra, forming a deep cleavage inside her shirt, a
vast white skin. With each movement, waves of her breasts swayed, making my heart flutter, and I was afraid they
would break free and spill out.

I stared blankly at the beautiful scene before me. That feeling of déjà vu washed over me again, and I felt
the blood rushing to my head. I sensed something was wrong and quickly knelt down to help my mother tidy up. Only then
did I realize that my mother was right beside me, her pair of tightly pressed, snow-white thighs just ten centimeters from my eyes. I
could even see the tiny veins through her jade-like white skin.

I greedily scanned my mother's flawless white legs, swallowing hard, my blood rushing even faster.
In my hazy mind, only one thought remained: "See more, see more." A sudden idea struck me.

I slowly moved to my side and slightly in front of my mother, pretending to tidy up, but my eyes
were fixed on her tightly pressed legs, hoping for a miracle.

The opportunity finally came. After my mother finished tidying up the things in front of her, she looked around to see
what else was there. She noticed something about a meter ahead and went to pick it up.

I knew my chance had come. Holding my breath, I watched intently as my mother slowly parted her legs and took a few steps forward. In
that instant, my gaze pierced deep into the crotch of her snow-white thighs. Between the white flesh, a pair
of black lace panties of the same color completely concealed her maddening private parts, leaving only a
thin piece of fabric visible. Although this scene lasted only a brief moment, it already filled me
with immense satisfaction, as it was my first time seeing a woman's body.

A huge sense of guilt immediately enveloped me. I didn't even
know only vaguely remember muttering a few answers.

Foreword: This is my first time writing, and my skills are lacking. Please forgive any inconsistencies in details and plot.
As for whether this is a cuckold story, I can tell you, it is not.

(This section is light-colored, serving as plot setup)
(II)

I arrived at school in a daze, my mind filled with guilt and shame. During class,
my thoughts wandered , and I didn't even know what the teacher was saying. In the evening, I walked home with ease, hesitating...
afraid of how I would face my mother when I got home.

Just then, "Xiaohui, why aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing at the door?"

I turned around and saw that it was my father. I quickly composed myself, "Nothing, I just
got home and was about to open the door."

After saying that, I opened the door and went inside. My father followed me into the living room. I glanced guiltily at the
kitchen there was no light, knowing that my mother wasn't home.

My father seemed to notice my confusion, "Your mother called me and said that your Aunt Wang insisted on having
dinner told us to take care of ourselves." After saying that, he went to the kitchen, probably to cook instant noodles.

I threw my schoolbag on the sofa and followed behind my dad. I ate
the instant , thinking, "Life without Mom is unbearable."

I ate half, then couldn't eat anymore and got up to go back to my room, but Dad called me back with a smile.

"Hurry up and do your homework. After you're done, we'll watch the game together. We haven't watched a game together in ages,
how about it?" Dad asked me with loving eyes.

I glanced at him guiltily and reluctantly lowered my head in agreement.

I went back to my room and opened my homework, but I had no interest in it. I finished it absentmindedly, not caring if it was
right or wrong ; the worst that could happen was getting scolded by the teacher tomorrow.

Half an hour later, I went to the living room. Dad was already sitting on the sofa, and the game was already on TV
. Dad turned around and saw me, quickly beckoning me over.

We sat side-by-side on the sofa, watching the game. Dad took a moment to ask me about school
, which I answered casually.

After a while, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Mom was back. I
didn't dare turn around and kept watching TV. Sure enough, a little while later, Mom came into the living room.

"Oh, you two are having a good time, watching a game together. Xiaohui has never watched
TV " she said sourly.

Although I didn't dare look at Mom, my ears were perked up. Hearing Mom's words, I felt
inexplicably happy. My gloomy mood instantly lifted, and I wasn't so nervous anymore.

Dad turned to Mom and smiled, "Honey, don't tease us. Hehe,
I asked Xiaohui to keep me company..."

He suddenly noticed something and said in surprise, "Honey...you...you...are
...so...beautiful today." Then he stared at Mom in a daze.

Mom blushed at first, then her face turned icy and she said, "What? Wasn't I beautiful before?"
"What?"

Dad hurriedly explained, but being honest by nature, he couldn't quite grasp the situation and stammered nervously, "No...
no... no... no... no..."

Mom pressed on, seemingly teasing Dad, "Say it, yes or no?"

Seeing Dad sweating profusely and unable to explain, a thought flashed through my mind. The idea of not daring to look back at Mom
vanished instantly. Turning to Mom, I helped Dad smooth things over with a hint of excitement in my voice, "What Dad
meant was, Mom is usually very beautiful, but today you look even more beautiful, 10 years younger
, like my older sister."

Dad was overjoyed and slapped his thigh, "Yes, that's what I meant! Xiao Hui is right,
wife, you look so beautiful today, I almost don't recognize you!" "

Mom's usual clothes, while tasteful, are very stiff and conservative, the kind of thing a conservative woman would wear—they're
never going to impress anyone! But today's outfit gave my father and me a refreshing feeling. To be honest, this side of
Mom is quite exciting and something I can't quite put my finger on.

I know that if Mom changed her style, like today, wouldn't I have more
opportunities to peek at her beautiful body? Thinking about this, the guilt that had subsided returned, but unlike during the day,
this time was accompanied by a strange thrill and excitement. Caught between these feelings, I felt deeply attracted
and unwilling to pull away.

Mom heard what I said and saw Dad's dumbfounded expression ." She chuckled and then
sat down on the single sofa next to her father.

Watching her sit down, my eyes couldn't help but linger on her again.
Her full breasts, encased in her clothes, and her long, slender, white legs peeking out from under her short skirt, stirred my desire once more.
I quickly composed myself, knowing that my mother's current attire was temporary; long-established dressing habits are
n't easily changed. Just like learning, you have to want to learn to learn well. So, I needed to
change my mother's mindset first, and then her clothing would naturally change. Women, what woman doesn't love to look beautiful? I believed
no one had told my mother this before, but it wasn't too late. So, I pressed my advantage, saying,

"My classmates' mothers all look like old women, but Mom is still so youthful and
beautiful , just like my sister. Seeing the envious looks from my classmates, I feel very proud, so I've decided that
Mom, you should dress like this more often." "

I deliberately spoke with a serious expression, explaining that I had thought things through carefully. These words would achieve my
goal while perfectly concealing my true intentions, making Mom think I was just a child, only interested in comparing my mother's looks with my
classmates .

Dad, hearing my words, didn't think much of it, simply agreeing that his wife looked good and he felt comfortable
, so he nodded in agreement.

After hearing this, Mom sat on the sofa, one hand on the cushion, the other supporting her head, silently pondering with a slight
frown .

Actually, I had sensed something when Mom went out today; she accompanied Wang Yan shopping, and my usual..." The head-turning rate
was already high, but never as exaggerated as today. Nine out of ten men who passed by stared at her,
completely (there was even a transvestite). After she walked past, they were still standing there dumbfounded, which was really funny.
Wang Yan even made a sarcastic remark about her exaggerated behavior.

Another more important point is that her son, Xiaohui, had a very poor constitution when he was young, constantly getting sick. To
help him, she tried every possible method, consulted numerous famous doctors, and after several years of careful care,
her son is now so healthy. Thinking back, she used to spoil her son terribly, doing
everything she could for him. And when her son was young... My son and I were very close; he loved to be affectionate, joke around, and playfully
fight .

However, because of my spoiling, he became increasingly willful and unruly as a child, causing me
endless headaches. Relying on his father's taciturn nature to discipline him was clearly impossible, so I
gritted my teeth and made a tough decision to take on the role of a strict mother, no longer smiling at him
and becoming increasingly stern.

The results are obvious: my son is now much more obedient and less mischievous.
However, the close bond between us is gone, and we've grown increasingly distant. My son is now very afraid of...
Seeing her son grow up and develop in a positive direction fills
her with both joy and a sense of loss. She realizes it's been years since he's played or acted affectionately with her, and the thought always brings a
pang , a longing to return to the past.

Tonight, she noticed his innocent and playful words, revealing
a deep love and affection for her. This long-lost intimacy, growing ever more cherished and poignant with time
,

has made her resolve clear: "Yes, I don't want to drift apart from my son again. I want to rekindle
the lost bond between us, so I must change." Seeing Mom

deep in thought, Dad and I didn't disturb her and returned to the sports game on TV. But my mind was completely
on Mom, hoping she would agree.

After a long while, I saw Mom's brow finally relax, and her face showed a long-lost, both strange
and familiar, expression. I also saw a smile on her lips. I was overjoyed, knowing that it was a done deal. Mom's mature and voluptuous
beauty had opened a crack in the door to me. Thinking about the colorful days to come, the
dual feelings of guilt and excitement washed over me once again.

Sure enough, soon Mom deliberately coughed to attract Dad and me's attention, and said with a smile, "Well, since
my precious son has spoken, of course Mom has to do as he says, but..."

Mom paused deliberately, a sly glint in her eyes, and continued, "Dressing up costs
money , and Mom doesn't have that much money." "

Hearing my mother's words, I immediately felt a strange sensation, but without thinking much of it, I turned my gaze to
my father .

Although he was honest by nature, he wasn't stupid. Without a word, he took out his wallet, pulled out his
gold card , and gave it to my mother.

'Honey, buy whatever you like. Don't try to save me money. I also like you looking beautiful.'

My mother happily took the card, hugged my father tightly, and kissed him.

Watching this from the side, I felt very uncomfortable and cried out, 'Mom is being unfair! I want a kiss too!'"

Mom and Dad glanced at me, exchanging a helpless look. Mom let go of Dad, came to my
side , and kissed my cheek.

When Mom's soft, moist red lips gently touched my face, the feeling was
indescribable . My mind immediately went blank, my blood boiled, and only
one sentence echoed in my head: Mom kissed me! Mom kissed me!

Afterwards, Mom ignored us, father and son, and rushed back to her room to plan her transformation
. As for me, I watched the game with Dad, completely bewildered.

When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in bed. Recalling
everything that had happened today—seeing a woman's body for the first time, and with my own mother no less—the guilt mixed with
the thrill was overwhelming, keeping me awake for a long time.

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