Midnight Indulgence
When Xu Ruizhi reached the bathroom, it was already past ten at night. Outside the window, the night was pitch black and utterly still.
Just as he was about to undress for a shower, under the dim yellow light, a pair of panties caught his eye beside the washing machine. A few water droplets still clung to it, giving it a hazy allure, while the pinkish-white lace trim looked downright seductive, stirring up all sorts of illicit fantasies.
This... these are the ones Mom just took off after her shower?
Xu Ruizhi knew he shouldn't entertain such thoughts, but his heart pounded fiercely anyway. His eyes were glued to them like he'd been enchanted, his breathing grew heavy, his face flushed red. His anxious hands reached out, then hesitated and pulled back, his mind locked in a fierce internal struggle.
If I do this and get caught, will Mom find out? But... but this chance might never come again. Normally, she washes her clothes right away. Maybe she forgot this time.
"Sigh!" Xu Ruizhi let out a soft breath.
"Screw it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I miss it, who knows when I'll get another. I can't waste something this precious."
With that, Xu Ruizhi didn't hesitate any longer. He snatched up the pinkish-white panties and carefully brought them to his nose. A wave of his mother's unique scent—body fragrance mixed with a hint of sweat—flooded his nostrils, electrifying his senses. He inhaled deeply, and a thrilling shiver coursed through him like a jolt of electricity.
"Ah!" Xu Ruizhi couldn't hold back a soft gasp.
His mind burned hotter, his breaths came quicker, and a surge of male hormones flooded his body, filling him with an intoxicating pleasure.
That's when a small damp spot in the crotch area caught his attention. Under the light, it showed a faint yellow tint.
Is this... Mom's urine?!
Xu Ruizhi wasn't sure why that thought popped into his head, but it made him swallow hard. It was too stimulating. He wasn't some pervert who'd lick it, but imagining his mother wearing these right in front of him, her full, round breasts swaying teasingly, made him want to pin her down and ravage her completely.
Mom, you're mine! Someday, I'll devour you whole!
The fire in Xu Ruizhi's heart blazed hotter. His cock had swollen painfully hard. He dashed into the bathroom, locked the door decisively, stripped off his clothes, and gripped his throbbing, vein-bulging erection. He wrapped the pinkish-white lace panties around his swollen glans. The silky friction made his shaft twitch eagerly.
If Mom were wearing these, kneeling at the foot of the bed, letting my thick cock rub against the lace as it plunged in and out of her wet, warm pussy, pounding her savagely while she moaned in that soul-melting voice, her plump, tender ass rippling with every thrust...
Xu Ruizhi fantasized wildly about his mother's body, his hand stroking faster and faster over his cock through the panties.
"Ah~ Mmm~"
With a shudder and a low growl, a spurt of milky-white semen erupted from his tingling tip, splattering onto his mother's pinkish-white panties. The heat in his body cooled rapidly, his rigid cock softened, and the world around him suddenly felt dull and empty.
"Whew!"
Xu Ruizhi exhaled softly. In the afterglow of ultimate pleasure, his lust-clouded mind began to clear.
He cleaned up meticulously, rinsing his mother's panties over and over to erase any trace. Once spotless, he left them on the vanity to toss in the washer later. He turned on the shower for a cold rinse, handling everything perfectly. Then, stepping out of the bathroom back into the living room, he gazed at the scene before him, and his heart fluttered once more. Fresh desire stirred despite his recent release.
His mother lounged sideways on the sofa, a single white bath towel barely containing her voluptuous, alluring figure. Her massive breasts strained to burst free, her round, perky ass curved invitingly. Her bent left leg draped over her straight right one, accentuating her long, slender legs.
This is straight-up tempting fate! Doesn't Mom realize her son has grown up? Parading around like this in front of me—if I hadn't just showered off in the bathroom, I'd be nosebleeding right now. Looks like tonight I really need to get closer to her, or I'll never sleep soundly again.
Xu Ruizhi took several deep breaths to steady his racing heart.
He tiptoed to the sofa and sat beside her, his eyes instinctively drifting to her bare feet. Red nail polish gleamed on her toes, her instep smooth, her soles pink and tender. The sight always gave him a special thrill.
Yang Zhurou, lost in the TV show on the sofa, had no idea her lecherous son had her in his sights. She was utterly defenseless. Didn't she know how irresistible her mature body was to men—especially to her own hormonal teenage son?
Maybe I should take this chance to touch Mom's feet... and sneak a peek at her panties tonight...
Xu Ruizhi grew more excited, his hands inching toward her right foot involuntarily. He grasped it like fine mutton-fat jade—warm, smooth, supple. Not content with just the foot, his hands slid up her ankle, his body rising slowly as he went.
Before long, he lost control. He watched the white towel lift bit by bit under his touch, his breath catching. When he reached her abdomen and paused, her pristine lower body lay fully exposed. The black lace thong was partially obscured, the thin fabric buried deep in her cleft, her pink labia peeking out on either side.
"Gulp." Xu Ruizhi swallowed hard, his heart hammering.
This is gonna kill me! Mom, don't push your son's limits like this! You know you have that numbness condition down there, but you still dress so sexy? Can't you be more careful? I'm not a kid anymore—in ancient times, I'd be married with kids by now. You're practically forcing me to commit a crime!
Xu Ruizhi wailed inwardly. He couldn't fathom why his usually conservative mother would wear such a provocative black lace thong.
Is Mom seducing me on purpose? That's why she's wearing this? It can't be for anyone else, right?
As far back as he could remember, his mother had raised him alone, cold to other men. She'd turned away matchmakers at the door without a second thought. No rumors ever stuck to her in all these years—despite the village's gossip mill. He played games on her phone daily, and it was spotless, no flirty chats with anyone.
Xu Ruizhi puzzled over it. This explanation seemed the only one that fit. Plus, her disappointed, slightly angry look when he'd talked about marriage and kids lately. And she always tidied her intimates after showers—why forget today?
All signs pointed to it.
In truth, Yang Zhurou was tempting him—or at least hinting vaguely. She wasn't sure herself. Half a year ago, she'd noticed her son groping her more, stirring complex feelings: worry he'd go astray, yet a secret thrill. As a single mom, it was her special love for him, holding her back from confronting him.
A few days ago shopping for panties, this black lace thong had caught her eye—sexy, exposing. Normally, conservative her wouldn't glance twice. But she'd bought it on impulse, hiding it in her nightstand like planting a seed for fate to decide.
Tonight was coincidence: other panties soaked in evening rain. She could've gone without, but hearing him talk marriage had crushed her. She'd lost so many loved ones growing up; now her son too? How could she go on? Spotting the thong before her shower felt like destiny.
Xu Ruizhi stared at his mother's pink labia, fresh as a girl's. It made sense—his dad had only entered once, probably climaxing instantly in youthful ignorance. Wishful thinking, maybe.
He'd guessed right.
Back then, his grandparents had popped next door and returned in under ten minutes. No time for more than a partial entry. His inexperienced dad had ejaculated right away. No second round—Grandma caught them.
Xu Ruizhi gently parted the black lace, gazing at the pink blossom. His heart raced; it seemed to pulse invitingly.
How can I hold back?!
Mom, I can't take it anymore!!! You're too perfect! Thirty-one and still this tight!!!
Clenching his teeth, Xu Ruizhi lowered his head and softly kissed the flower.
Yang Zhurou watched TV, oblivious to him. Her eyes fixed on the screen, no reaction. She never imagined her son would dare lick her there.
His tongue teased her tender pink lips, sparse light hairs on her mound looking enticing. He'd known she was nearly bare, glimpsed it before, but this close-up was new.
Yang Zhurou watched TV as usual, clearly feeling nothing from the invasion of her most private spot.
That numbness is unreal! Mom doesn't even react to this kind of stimulation!
Emboldened, Xu Ruizhi's mouth grew bolder, shifting to her vaginal entrance. His tongue plunged in, swirling inside the soft, wet warmth, twisting and probing every fold. The deeper he went, the tighter it gripped, until his tongue could advance no further.
This is where Mom birthed me... so tight. If my cock went in, would it squeeze even harder...
The drama neared its end. Reluctantly, Xu Ruizhi withdrew his tongue from her depths. Silken strands connected her folds to his tongue—an obscenely lewd sight. He looked up: Mom still stared blankly at the TV, as if it weren't happening to her. His solo act felt absurdly comical.
Once he'd tidied up and resat beside her, the show ended, ads filling the screen.
Yang Zhurou sat up, stretching lazily. Spotting her son, she asked casually, "Hm? Rui Rui, done with your shower?"
"Yeah!"
Xu Ruizhi nodded, sidled up, hugged her soft body, buried his face between her massive breasts, nuzzling shamelessly as he whined affectionately, "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight? Pretty please?" He rubbed his cheek against her chest again.
"You little punk, getting bold enough to grope your own mom! Deserve a smack!"
Yang Zhurou pretended to scold him with a knuckle-rub on his head—like punishment for his earlier deeds—but didn't push him away. She just shook her head slightly, stroking his hair tenderly. "No. We sleep separately late enough as it is. You're too old for this nonsense. Be good and go to bed."
Mom! You know how old I am, yet you strut around so provocatively. If I weren't so disciplined, I'd have devoured you already.
He wouldn't say it aloud like an idiot. Instead, he kept coquettishly clinging.
"Nooo! I wanna sleep with you tonight. It's been forever. If you say no, you can't go back to your room."
His arms tightened around her.
"You brat!" Yang Zhurou huffed, feeling his firm grip on her waist.
"Fine, just this once. And you better behave in bed, got it?"
"Yup!" Xu Ruizhi chirped obediently, then pecked her cheek before darting into her bedroom.
"What a silly kid. So grown up and still so playful."
Yang Zhurou smiled helplessly, switched off the TV and lights, entered her room, and lay beside him in her towel without unwrapping it. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of sharing a bed with her son.
Xu Ruizhi inhaled her faint fragrance, tried to sleep, but his mind filled with visions of her smooth mound. Drowsily, he drifted off.
...
Xu Ruizhi woke to a full bladder. Glancing at the clock—around midnight—he rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.
After relieving himself, he returned—and froze at the sight, instantly wide awake.
The heatwave lately, plus a thick summer quilt, had made her too warm. The towel had slipped off, exposing swaths of snowy skin to the moonlight streaming through the window. It still draped her chest, but the loose neckline revealed two erect crimson nipples, glowing temptingly under the moon like bewitching jewels. She lay serene and beautiful, a lotus blooming in the night.
Xu Ruizhi stared, entranced, seconds ticking by. Swallowing hard, he approached her sleeping form, lifted the towel with his right hand, and caressed her massive breasts. They molded to his grasp like soft dough, too big for one hand, nails sinking into the yielding flesh. Lost in it, he leaned in and flicked his tongue over one nipple.
His touch was feather-light, teasing. Her body quivered faintly, but she slept on. Emboldened, he suckled one, savoring the milky sweetness. His agile tongue circled gently, drawing tingles across her skin. She seemed deep in a sweet dream, lost in the vivid bliss.
Can't play favorites, he thought. His tongue trailed down the peak, across her flat belly, to her thighs. He slipped off the black thong, revealing her secret garden, and kissed it hungrily, nipping her tender clit.
"Mmm~"
Yang Zhurou murmured softly. Unclear fluids trickled from her entrance.
"Heh heh!"
Seeing her still asleep, Xu Ruizhi grinned.
You're enjoying it, but I'm not done yet? Sorry, Mom!
Muttering, he climbed in behind her spooning style. His right hand kneaded her breast fiercely; left yanked down his shorts. His thick cock pressed against her pale ass.
"Hiss~"
He inhaled sharply—nearly came on contact. Her plush cheeks were too much.
He adjusted, guiding her legs to clamp his shaft. He thrust gently. Her sleeping body tensed anew, gripping tighter as he delved deeper. Her natural wetness eased the glide; soft whimpers escaped her lips.
Bliss... pure bliss!
Experiencing a woman's body for the first time, Xu Ruizhi exulted inwardly. Harder, faster he pumped. Her tension eased, gasps quickened, juices flowed freer. Sensing climax, he yanked free.
"Splurt."
His semen jetted onto her plump ass.
"Nngh."
Yang Zhurou shuddered, peaking simultaneously, then slept again.
In the moment, Xu Ruizhi dazedly stared at his softening cock, torn. Should I go all the way?
"Bang bang bang."
Sudden urgent knocks jolted him.