He would do his homework while playing with toys; his eyes would be glued to the TV while eating; he would take a comic book into the bathroom and wouldn’t come out for half an hour without being called; but sometimes he was very sensible. When his mother was unhappy, he would take the trash out the door himself; when his mother wasn’t feeling well, he would pour her a glass of water and tell her to take her medicine; last year on his mother’s birthday, he gave her a painting of a villa with a garden, with the words, “For Mom, Happy Birthday!” At this point, her eyes reddened, and a single, crystal-clear tear slid down her cheek. Hearing her words, my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and I couldn’t speak. I could only gently wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

　　 She continued, saying that she met me online when she felt most lost and helpless. Every time we talked on QQ, she felt much lighter. Gradually, whenever she was happy or unhappy, she liked to go online and chat with me. Finally, she gently hugged me and said softly, “Many times when I chat with you, I really want to tell you that I want to see you.”

　　 Her hair and body exuded an intoxicating fragrance, and her eyes, like a clear pool shrouded in mist, filled me with tenderness. I gazed at her gently, and she gazed back at me tenderly. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek and ear with my entire palm, slowly combing the hair at her temples with my fingers. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. I lowered my head and gently kissed her smooth forehead, her arched eyebrows, her soft eyelids, and her small, straight nose. Her mouth was slightly open, and I kissed her from the left side of her upper lip, little by little, to the right side, and then from the right side of her lower lip, little by little, to the left side.

　　 Her lips were so soft, I couldn’t resist kissing them deeply, my tongue lightly brushing against her teeth. My tongue intertwined with her small, warm tongue in her mouth, we sucked on each other passionately. Her warm breath brushed against my face. My hands, through the thin silk nightgown, roamed over her shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen, slowly moving upwards to cup her full breasts in my palms, gently kneading them with my palms and fingertips. Even through the bra cups, my hands could feel the firmness, softness, and elasticity of her breasts.

　　 Leaving her lips, my burning lips slid down her chin to her neck. Her head tilted back, and my lips wandered along her neck. My hands moved away from her breasts, gently caressing her flat stomach. As my hands moved lower, reaching her mons pubis, her legs involuntarily closed. Perhaps it was the first time she had been so intimate with a man other than her husband, and she wasn’t completely at ease. So, my hands slid to the side, stroking her thighs more gently. My lips also touched behind her ear, the skin there slightly warmer than on her neck. I kissed up and down the back of her ear, gently biting her earlobe with my teeth, my warm breath slowly entering her ear canal.

　　 Her breathing quickened, she opened her mouth, and let out a soft sigh, her breath sweet as orchids. Her legs unconsciously parted, and I lifted the hem of her nightgown, lightly brushing my fingers along the inside of her thighs, slowly moving upwards until I reached the edge of her panties. First, I ran my fingertips along the edge of the panties, then my fingertips gently traced her pubic hair and labia through the sheer fabric. Finally, I covered her entire vulva with my palm, and from deep within her throat, she let out a suppressed moan. The warmth of her private parts radiated from my palm, and my middle finger felt the slight dampness of her panties at the entrance of her vagina.

　　 I untied the belt of her nightgown and lifted it up. She probably sensed what was about to happen; she obediently raised her hand so I could pull the nightgown over her head. She buried her face in my chest, avoiding my gaze. I gently stroked the smooth, satin-like skin of her back as I laid her down on the bed. Now, her body, clad only in a bra and panties, was once again before me. Her beautiful hair was spread across the pillow, and under the lamplight, her watery eyes were particularly captivating, her alluring breasts rising and falling with her breath. I took off my own clothes, leaving only my panties, my erect penis pushing them high.

　　 I lay down beside her, my right hand slipping under her body to pull her into my embrace. Our naked bodies pressed together. Her body was warm, soft, and supple. I kissed her lips, my left hand unhooking her bra. Her breasts, freed from its confinement, sprang out, pressing against my chest. My lips moved from her cheeks, across her neck, up and down her cleavage, my nose and chin brushing against her breasts. Her nipples, erect with engorgement, resembled two rubies set in the center of her full, white breasts, the pink areolas around them dotted with tiny, millet-like bumps. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, rubbing her nipple with my palm and massaging the area around the breast with my fingertips from the outside in.

　　 My tongue circled around the areola of her other breast, occasionally teasing her nipple. With each flick of my tongue, her nipple hardened. Her breathing quickened again, her breath becoming heavy. My hand left her breast and slipped inside her panties from the top edge. Her pubic hair was soft, and in the center was a small, sensitive spot, about the size of a soybean. I knew it was sensitive and dared not touch it with my rough fingers, only gently caressing it with my palm.

　　 My fingers touched her warm labia, so soft and delicate that I could only caress them with the utmost gentleness. The lower part of her labia, near the vaginal opening, became slippery. My middle finger, without any effort, easily slipped into the opening of her vulva, its tip moving gently in and out of the warm, moist opening. Above, I would sometimes use my lips to cup her nipples, lightly sweeping them with the tip of my tongue, before taking her entire areola and nipple into my mouth, sucking greedily. Her body began to writhe, her breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped her lips.

　　 I pulled my right hand out from under her body and sat up. Her thin, flesh-colored silk panties were soaked near her vulva, becoming transparent and clinging to her skin. I pulled down her panties, knelt between her legs, and kissed her from the inside of her ankles, down her calves, knees, and thighs, inch by inch, until I reached the base of her thighs. My face was only an inch away from her vulva. On her mons pubis, the thick pubic hair was soft and shiny black. Her labia majora were slightly parted, revealing pink labia minora. From the moist opening of her vagina, love juice slowly flowed down to her perineum. At the point where the labia met, the clitoris, the size of a soybean, broke through the layers of folds of her vulva, standing proudly erect. I stuck out my tongue, the tip of which pressed directly against her proud clitoris. Suddenly stimulated, she shuddered and couldn’t help but let out a soft “Ah!”

　　 My tongue circled the base of her clitoris, sometimes teasing it quickly, sometimes taking it entirely into my mouth like a nursing infant. Her most sensitive spot was intensely stimulated, her whole body tensed, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her hands gripping the sheets, her chest arching upwards, and her legs bent in a tense motion. After a whirlwind of stimulation on her clitoris, my tongue moved downwards, tracing its path across her labia majora and minora, sometimes licking them extensively. Her labia minora, engorged and purplish-red, swelled, and the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina dripped down her perineum onto the sheets, while some was carried upwards by my tongue, leaving her entire vulva soaking wet.

　　 I pressed my face close to her vulva, gently touching her clitoris with the tip of my nose. I tensed the muscles of my tongue, inserting it into her vagina in a cylindrical shape, moving it in and out, while simultaneously teasing the folds of her vaginal walls with the tip of my tongue. She was extremely aroused, her body twisting violently, her hips swaying from side to side, and she moaning incessantly.

　　 Finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me upwards with all her might. I, too, was ready to pounce. I pulled down my underwear, leaned against her, propped myself up with my right hand, and grasped my already throbbing penis with my left, pressing the engorged head against her vulva. She held her breath, and I thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging inside her, the head reaching her very core! The unbearable emptiness was finally filled, and she let out a long moan, “Ah—”. Her insides were warm and wet, my penis enveloped tightly by the walls of her vagina.

　　 To let her fully experience the feeling of fulfillment, I paused for a moment before starting. I slowly withdrew to the entrance of her vagina, then quickly entered, gradually increasing the frequency and force. My pubic bone slammed against her mons pubis, making a “slap slap” sound. She closed her eyes, moaning “Oh my god—oh my god,” her hands wrapped around my waist, her breasts trembling with my rapid thrusts. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, her hands tightly gripping me, her vagina contracting rhythmically, a gush of hot fluid pouring onto my glans—she had reached orgasm. I almost lost control too; I quickly straightened up, my glans pressed against her clitoris, motionless.

　　 I leaned down, pressing my body close to hers, and kissed her lips. I extended my tongue, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, forcefully drawing my tongue deep into her mouth. Slowly, her vaginal contractions stopped, and her body softened. I kissed her while caressing her swollen breasts, and my lower body began to move again. After her earlier orgasm, her vagina was warmer and slipperier. I gently entered and exited, savoring the intoxicating comfort. Then I withdrew to the vaginal opening, my glans lightly rubbing against it, once, twice… When I counted to nine, she was already unbearably itchy. I suddenly thrust deeply, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft “Ah!” Deep inside, I paused briefly, then returned to the vaginal opening, eight shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, seven shallow thrusts followed by one deep one… She also became accustomed to my movements; whenever I was about to penetrate deeply, she would hold her breath and arch her hips to welcome my thrusts. After a few rounds, she became excited again, and her cervix deep inside her vagina began to harden once more. I remained deep inside her, my penis making circular motions within her, the glans massaging her clitoris in circles.

　　 I placed my hands under her buttocks, kneading them vigorously while massaging her wet perineum with my middle fingers. She pleasurably enjoyed the full, stimulating sensation within her. I stopped the grinding motion, spurred my horse on, and began a rapid, deep thrust, the “slap slap” of our bodies colliding echoing in the room once more. Her emotions grew increasingly heightened, her beautiful hair swaying from side to side with the movement of her head, her mouth uttering ecstatic cries, her body contorting like a snake. My rhythm quickened, my penis grew harder and harder, the glans increasingly hot, and finally, her hands gripped me tightly, her body arching again, accompanied by the contraction of her vaginal muscles, her cervix gushing out hot fluid once more. My glans went numb, accompanied by immense pleasure, and a stream of hot, thick semen gushed out, splashing repeatedly onto her clitoris…

　　 Almost two years have passed since then. Due to my classmate’s business dealings with her husband, we haven’t seen each other since that night, only able to confide in each other online. Not long after, she and her son went to the United States, and she was too busy with work to go online often. Occasionally, we still contact each other online, but I know that the feelings we shared online, and the intimacy of that night, will only remain deep in my memory.

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　　Chapter 47

　　 I’m lewd? My mom and aunt are even more lewd!

　　 My mother is a housewife. Although she’s 38, she’s still beautiful, especially her incredible figure. She looks 10 years younger with makeup. My father is often away on business trips, spending less than two months at home each year. I got into high school this year and will be moving out for the next three years. Now it’s just my mother and me at home.

　　 One day, after returning home, I was heading to my room when I passed by my parents’ bedroom. I saw my mother had just come out of the shower and was sitting at her vanity applying lotion. Peeking through the crack in the door, I could see her spraying perfume, applying face powder, rouge, eyeshadow, lipstick, and lip gloss—she looked so glamorous.

　　 As I looked at it, I felt a surge of desire, and my penis started to grow. I don’t know when it started, but I always became interested in my beautiful mother. And at that moment, I discovered that my penis was almost 20 centimeters long and almost 5 centimeters in diameter. Compared to my height of only 172 cm, this penis was indeed terrifying!

　　 At that moment, I couldn’t help but unzip my zipper to let my penis out for some fresh air. However, I didn’t realize that my penis was really big, so when I pulled down the zipper, my penis popped out with a “smack” and hit the door.

　　 “Bang…” Not only did it make a sound, but it also pushed the slightly ajar door open even wider. My mother turned around and saw me peeping at her from outside the door. Just as I was feeling extremely embarrassed, I saw my mother’s gentle eyes. There was no reproach in her eyes; on the contrary, she beckoned me to come and sit next to her.

　　 I slowly pushed open the door, lowered my head and walked to my mother’s side. I sat on the bed, close to her. The powder she was wearing smelled so good.

　　 “You’re looking at Mommy?…Looking at Mommy? Are you interested in Mommy’s body? Don’t be shy. It’s perfectly normal. Young people your age are naturally interested in the opposite sex’s body. Come on, look at Mommy if you want! Isn’t Mommy’s lipstick pretty?”

　　 My mother, in an extremely gentle voice and tone, asked me to turn my head and look at her body. I turned my head and looked, ah… Mom, you’re so beautiful! My mother kissed me, it was so sensual.

　　 Naturally, my mother’s full breasts came into view. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. The soft touch immediately traveled from my fingers to my brain. I applied a little pressure, and my mother’s breast immediately showed a slight indentation due to the pressure of my fingers. My mother smiled at me. Seeing my mother’s smile, I gradually became bolder. I also grasped my mother’s other breast with my other hand and gently kneaded it, finding it very fun.

　　 “If you want, you can try sucking it!” Mom encouraged me when she saw that I was just playing around, saying that I could take it a step further.

　　 I released my mother’s breast and brought my face close, inhaling a strong, sweet scent of cosmetics and lipstick. I tried licking her breast with the tip of my tongue, and my mother let out a soft “Ah…” sound. I immediately looked up at my mother, who smiled and nodded, saying, “It’s okay, you just happened to stimulate my erogenous zone, so I couldn’t help but cry out.”

　　 “Your breasts smell so good! What are erogenous zones?” I pressed on curiously. My mother smiled and said, “I sprayed perfume, applied makeup and lipstick on them. Erogenous zones are particularly sensitive areas on both men and women. Everyone’s areas are different. For example, I… really like to put makeup on my nipples. When you… touch a certain part of my nipple, I get involuntarily excited. Just now you touched my nipple, and because it smelled so alluring, you licked it with your tongue, so…”

　　 Seeing my mother explain so carefully, a sudden surge of emotion welled up within me, and I took her lipstick-covered lips into my mouth.