Her hair, styled in a bun, radiated a maternal glow under the warm light. White stockings encased her shapely calves, and she wore soft slippers, exuding a more languid allure than the formality of the dayti.
"Please sit down, please sit down. These are just so ho-style dishes. Please eat more, don’t be shy." She smiled, took off her apron and hung it on the back of the chair, and invited us to sit down.
Naturally, she and Su Wantang sat on one side, and I sat opposite them.
"Wow! Mom, you made oysters and pork kidneys! They sll so good!" Su Wantang cheered without a care in the world, picking up a large shrimp without any apparent reaction.
"Yes, eat more. You’ve been studying hard and need nutrition." Aunt Lin said, picking up her chopsticks with her elegant posture, and placing a piece of green vegetable into her daughter’s bowl.
Under the light, the exposed section of her snow-white nape when she lowered her head, and the slightly open gap at the top collar and buttons of her cheongsam, all seed to have hooks.
I picked up the bowl and shoveled the rice into my mouth. My eyes seed to be looking at the dishes, but my mind was completely hidden in the shadows of the tablecloth.
Will Aunt Lin continue her "little tricks" from lunchti?
That tag...it’s ti to put it to the test, isn’t it?
The thought had barely ford when, almost simultaneously—
Beneath the tablecloth, near my legs, a foot encased in a slightly sheer white stocking gently touched my calf with a tentative, warm touch. The movent was very light, like a feather brushing against .
My breath hitched.
That foot didn’t stop; it slowly, with the delicate, slightly resistant friction unique to stockings, climbed upwards along the line of my calf.
Through the thin fabric of sumr school trousers, the sensation was magnified countless tis.
Soft, warm, with a subtle teasing and ticklish sensation.
Its ultimate destination is very clear.
Glide past the knee, reaching the inner thigh...
Then, as my nerves tensed up, that foot, clad in slippers and encased in white stockings, landed precisely and with a bit of weight on my crotch!
"Ugh..." That area was already highly sensitive, and with the "hint" from the oysters and kidneys just now, plus this sudden attack, a strong, electric-like stimulation suddenly shot from the tailbone to the top of the head!
I couldn’t help but groan, almost dropping my rice bowl, and my back instinctively hunched forward.
"Silence? What’s wrong?" Su Wantang imdiately stopped eating and looked over with concern.
"Cough...no, it’s nothing!" I quickly lowered my head, pretending to choke. "I...I ate too fast just now, and a grain of rice got stuck in my throat." My voice was a little off.
"Oh dear, eat slowly, don’t rush, have so soup to soothe your palate." Aunt Lin’s voice rang out at just the right mont, gentle and kind, with just the right amount of elder’s care. She even reached out and pushed the soup bowl towards .
While I was sipping my soup, I quickly glanced at the person across from .
Aunt Lin was looking at , a faint smile playing on her lips.
That look in his eyes!
Where is the gentleness and grace?
Her eyes were practically sparkling with desire, radiating irresistible charm!
In those beautiful almond-shaped eyes, it was as if two small flas were lit, carrying a naked provocation and longing.
What made my head spin even more was that her small tongue tip, with an extrely natural and silent allure, gently licked her upper lip, which was painted with light pink lipstick!
Hold!
This enchantress! Is the label really that powerful? Or is she... a mature woman at heart?!
A surge of lust instantly spread from his lower abdon throughout his entire body! Who could resist being teased by a mature woman’s beautiful foot in white stockings pressing against his crotch?
Under the table, that foot didn’t retract even though I choked.
Instead, it beca even bolder, gently circling around my sensitive area, rubbing the increasingly hard contour with the sole of its foot through the stocking, and even lightly pressing the tip with its toes through the stocking...
No, we can’t let her continue her one-sided attack!
While Su Wantang was busy eating a piece of pork rib, I took a deep breath and quietly slid my left hand off the table.
The target was that white silk-clad foot that was causing trouble.
My palm, burning hot, instantly covered it!
He grabbed Aunt Lin’s ankle!
She seed surprised by my direct counterattack; her ankle stiffened suddenly in my palm, and she tried to pull it back.
But how could I let her get away?
With a firm grip of his five fingers, he locked onto the smooth ankle clad in stockings!
Then, I cupped her tiny feet in my hands and began to rub and play with them!
My fingertips rubbed against the soles of my feet encased in stockings, kneading those soft soles, feeling the warm skin and delicate bone contours beneath the silky fabric.
Each kneading motion felt like a response to her silent invitation.
"Ugh..."
A short, delicate moan, with a lodious ending, escaped from Aunt Lin’s mouth abruptly!
Even Su Wantang, who was engrossed in eating, suddenly looked up: "Mom?" She looked at her mother in confusion.
Aunt Lin’s cheeks flushed instantly, spreading to her ears and neck. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes. She quickly grabbed the water glass next to her and took a big gulp, then coughed violently, "Cough...cough cough...choked, choked...this soup is a bit hot..."
"Mom, be careful!" Su Wantang complained, but didn’t think much of it and continued to struggle with the food on her plate.
Aunt Lin and I exchanged a glance, and we both saw in each other’s eyes the shock of that mont and the lingering fear after trying to remain calm.
It was as if an invisible electric current was crackling between us, making the atmosphere at the dining table incredibly subtle yet intense.
After a brief mont of shock, Aunt Lin stopped struggling. She actually... showed no intention of pulling her foot back!
Across the table, she gazed at again with those alluring, watery eyes. This ti, the temptation and tacit consent in them were even more blatant! It was as if she were saying: Go on...
The fla that had been stirred burned even brighter! A bolder, more insane idea took shape in my mind.
While Su Wantang lowered her head again, I kept my left hand tightly gripping Aunt Lin’s ankle to prevent her from breaking free.
With his right hand, he quickly and discreetly unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then carefully pulled out the huge thing inside, which was already hard and hot and almost bursting through his underwear, little by little from the restraints!
The scorching air touched my sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.
Then, under the absolute cover of the tablecloth and shadows—
I grabbed Aunt Lin’s jade-like foot, which was encased in white stockings, and no longer satisfied with rubbing it through my pants. Instead, I forcefully and directly pressed it onto my naked, erect penis!
Aunt Lin’s body tensed up instantly!
Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened!
His pupils were filled with disbelief and astonishnt!
A scream seed to be about to escape her throat, but she bit her lower lip tightly.
Her white-stockinged foot, which I pressed against the hot, hard object, trembled violently as if electrocuted, her toes curling up nervously inside the stocking, instinctively trying to pull back!
It’s too late!
My left hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her ankle tightly, preventing her from escaping even an inch. I forcefully pressed her soft, warm sole against my penis and began rubbing it up and down!
"Hmm..." Aunt Lin let out a barely perceptible, extrely suppressed sob, her body leaning slightly forward, her chest heaving violently, her ample breasts under her cheongsam seeming to break free of their restraints.
The way she looked at completely changed!
Shock, sha, and... an even more surging lust ignited by this extrely unrestrained act!
Those eyes were like hooks, like whirlpools, trying to suck in completely!
After a brief mont of stiffness and eye contact, she did not try to pull her foot back.
Instead, a bolder... response has erged!
The silk-stockinged feet, which I held by the ankles, began to actively, tentatively, and awkwardly rub, knead, and press against my bare, thick penis with their soles and toes... The warmth, the smooth, slightly grainy texture of the white silk, and the perfect fit of her soft curves enveloping the shaft... all combined to create an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure that shot straight to the top of my head!
An eerie "calm" prevailed at the dining table.
Su Wantang was still happily eating her al, occasionally chatting with about interesting things that happened at school.
Beneath the tablecloth, however, lay a completely different, turbulent scene!
Aunt Lin’s foot, encased in white stockings, was like a clumsy yet incredibly alluring masseuse, using every trick in the book to serve my throbbing, throbbing rod.
The fabric of the stockings rubbed against the sensitive skin and glans, each press carrying a deadly tease.
Aunt Lin herself, while forcing herself to talk to her daughter, was using her alluring eyes, which were almost dripping with water, to entice silently and relentlessly.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing beca slightly heavier, and each breath was accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor.
This al felt like I was in hell!
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Aunt Lin across the way wasn’t much better off; her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her occasional responses to her daughter were tinged with a barely perceptible dryness.
Finally, Su Wantang put down her chopsticks and said contentedly, "I’m full!"
Aunt Lin and I felt as if we had received a pardon.
I imdiately took a deep breath, suppressing my pleasure, and quickly and carefully stuffed my already wet and sticky thing, covered in the warmth and juices of her white silk-stockinged feet, back into my pants and zipped it up.
The friction from the fabric made groan again.
Aunt Lin seed to have exhausted all her strength, and quickly pulled her foot, which was covered in so kind of sticky white silk, back from under the table, her toes curling up inside the slipper.
She stood up, her voice trying to remain calm, but with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "You all sit and rest for a while, I’ll go wash the dishes."
She picked up the bowls and plates and walked sideways to the kitchen sink.
The shapely, pert buttocks, encased in a tight-fitting cheongsam, swayed dramatically under the lights with each step she took. The movent of her waist was much greater than usual, as if it carried the lingering afterglow of the intense battle just now and so unspeakable desire.
Her silhouette swayed gracefully, each step seeming like a silent seduction, or perhaps a small escape tinged with desire.
After dinner, I stayed in Su Wantang’s room until almost 10 p.m., and finally got the test paper almost done.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, stood up and said goodbye: "Aunt Lin, Wanwan, it’s getting late, I have to go back."
"Huh? It’s so late!" Su Wantang looked at her phone screen, sowhat disappointed.
Aunt Lin ca in carrying sliced fruit and smiled gently when she heard this: "It’s completely dark outside, and it’s not safe to take a taxi. Momo, why don’t you stay here tonight? You can continue to give Wanwan so nourishing food tomorrow, so you don’t have to make a trip back and forth. I’ve already called your mother."
"Huh?" I was taken aback.
Aunt Lin placed the fruit platter on the desk, her tone natural yet carrying a hint of unyielding authority: "I just called your mother, and it’s settled. She said she also has to organize student files tonight, and she’s worried about bothering her if she goes back."
They moved so fast! I took a deep breath.
She had stayed at the Su family’s house before. Su Wantang’s father, Su Zhenbang, was a workaholic who lived in an apartnt near his company and only ca back occasionally on weekends. Usually, it was just the two of them, mother and daughter, in this empty house.
Seeing Su Wantang’s face brighten instantly with a smile, I nodded: "Then... thank you, Aunt Lin."
"No trouble at all," Aunt Lin said with a smile, turning to go to the guest room. "I’ll go tidy up for you."
Soon, clean bedding was laid out in the guest room, exuding the refreshing scent of sunshine and laundry detergent.
Su Wantang skipped off to take a shower, and I quickly rinsed myself off in the guest room bathroom.
I changed into the n’s pajamas that Aunt Lin brought, which were obviously brand new and must have belonged to Uncle Su. Surprisingly, they fit perfectly.
In the living room, the TV was playing the noisy "Running Man".
Su Wantang and I sat side by side on the sofa, looking at things casually.
Su Wantang laughed so hard she almost fell over, and every now and then she would complain to about who had been pranked.
My mind wasn’t on those exaggerated performances at all; I was listening intently to what was happening in the bathroom.
"Click".
The bathroom door finally opened. A figure erged, carrying with it a scent that was both steamy and luxurious, accompanied by the aroma of high-end shower gel.
My gaze was instantly fixed on him, and my breath caught in my throat.
Aunt Lin changed into a nightgown.
It wasn’t a conservative loungewear style. It was a pure black lace nightgown!
The extrely short skirt barely reached a few inches below the top of her thighs, and as she walked, her two long legs, covered in delicate skin, were faintly visible.
The worst part is that deep V-neck, which goes almost all the way up to above the navel!
Her large, snow-white, incredibly full breasts were partially concealed by lace trim, and with each step she took, those two plump mounds of flesh trembled breathtakingly, rippling with alluring waves.
Under the lights, the deep cleavage seed to draw one’s soul in.
She was like a ripe peach, having shed her dayti poise and exuding a languid yet deadly sexiness.
She didn’t look at us and went straight to the washing machine on the balcony.
My heart was in my throat! I watched as she bent down slightly and carefully placed the clothes she had taken off from the basket into the washing machine, one by one. This action...
The ridiculously short nightgown was naturally pulled upwards as she bent over!
A snow-white, rounded buttocks were exposed without any cover to the bright lights of the living room!
The curves were full and rounded like an inverted jade bowl, smooth and firm, and you could even see the alluring...deep crevice between the buttocks!
Hold!
I feel like all the blood in my body is rushing to two places! One is my forehead, and the other is my crotch!
She...she’s...is she really inside a vacuum?! This thought burned into my mind like a red-hot iron.
My lower body instantly rebelled, standing up with a "whoosh," creating a very clear and nacing tent under my thin pajama pants.
I quickly lowered my head, my heart pounding, and pretended to be engrossed in watching TV. I hurriedly crossed my right leg over my left, trying to cover that embarrassing and conspicuous area. My palms were sweaty.
Aunt Lin seed completely oblivious, calmly starting the washing machine before gracefully walking back to the living room.
"Mom, aren’t you cold wearing this?" Su Wantang asked casually.
"It’s not cold, I just took a shower and I’m still warm," Aunt Lin replied naturally, sitting down on the chaise lounge next to .
She sat casually, her short skirt barely covering anything, her long, snow-white legs crossed and gleaming under the light.
My heart started pounding even harder.
After watching for only a few minutes, Aunt Lin suddenly got up.
"It’s too bright, it’s blinding," she said, walking to the wall and turning off the main light in the living room with a "click."
The entire space instantly plunged into darkness, with only the flickering light from the television screen illuminating the space, creating an atmosphere that was both ambiguous and intimate.
"This is how you feel," Aunt Lin said softly, sitting back on the chaise lounge. This ti, instead of sitting upright, she leaned back casually, her posture as languid as a prized cat.
On the surface, I was watching TV and discussing the plot with Su Wantang, such as "Did Deng Chao cheat again this ti?" and "Will Baby get torn up?" But out of the corner of my eye, my eyes were like radar, firmly locked on that lazy figure on the chaise lounge.
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