"Hey, Auntie, don't worry about that. It's very easy to cure. He just needs to watch me and you make love, and he'll be cured. It's that simple."
Chen Le continued to feed her his twisted logic.
"You... you... dream on."
"Auntie, remember the day we went to see Xiao Wen together? You and Xiao Wen are always together, and you have such a great figure. You must have worn yoga clothes in front of him often, right? Those clothes that show off your figure the best. Or maybe this nightgown you're wearing, you've worn it in front of him before, too. Or what about when you've just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel? Wasn't that alluring enough? Have you ever seen him get hard? Of course, you might say you're his mother, and it's just a pure mother-son relationship. But let's take a huge step back. When Teacher Qin wore yoga clothes to your house to practice with you, or when she came over after a sexy shower, wearing her own nightgown, have you ever seen Xiao Wen get hard? Teacher Qin isn't his mother, is she? They don't have any blood relation at all. And I think you know Xiao Wen likes not only Xinran but Teacher Qin too. Yet, in all this time, have you ever seen him get hard?"
After this barrage of nonsense from Chen Le, Mom actually frowned, deep in thought about what he had said. Seeing her pondering, Chen Le pressed his advantage. The hand he had around her shoulder started to wander. Originally, her shoulder was resting on his arm, his hand was supporting her shoulder, covering her upper arm. Now, he shifted so her neck rested on his bicep, freeing his hand to slowly move towards her chest.
He used a finger to gently lift the lace trim of her nightgown, slipping his hand inside the silk to grasp her huge breast. Even with his large hands, honed from playing basketball, he could barely hold half of it. His palm was positioned right over her nipple. Chen Le just held it gently, not daring to play with or knead it yet. He knew he had to be gradual with Mom, not rush things.
But Mom's breasts were just too perfect. For other large breasts, the best way to play with them was to cup them from underneath to maximize their fullness and make it more enjoyable. But Mom's were completely different. Her breasts were a perfect hemisphere. Even with G-cups like hers, they showed no signs of sagging without a bra. The entire breast remained firm and perky.
This meant he didn't have to think about how to play with them for maximum enjoyment. Simply covering one with his large hand was enough to feel their immense size, softness, and firmness. Compared to the thrill of first touching Teacher Qin's large breasts, what Chen Le felt now was more pure pleasure and excitement, so much so that his hands were trembling slightly.
"Auntie, am I right?" While Mom was still thinking about his words, Chen Le quickly spoke again to distract her, afraid she would notice his hand was already inside her nightgown.
"Auntie, look. The day we went to see Xiao Wen, you were wearing open-crotch stockings. We didn't do anything; you just stood beside me. Even before he knew you were wearing them, he was already hard. Doesn't that prove something? You know why, don't you? He just saw us standing together and started imagining things, and that's why he got hard."
After saying this, the hand he had on her leg started to misbehave as well, slowly caressing her smooth, bare thigh.
"Xiao... Xiao Wen... he... really." Before she could finish, my mother choked up several times, unable to continue. Or perhaps, she simply didn't know what to say.
"Auntie, everything I said is true. Just think about it. The other day, just from you and me standing together, he got hard like that. If that's not enough proof, think about Teacher Qin. Such a great beauty, and she loves to wear sexy clothes. Have you ever seen Xiao Wen get hard for her?"
By now, my mother had almost completely lost the ability to think. And while what Chen Le was saying was nonsense, it was all fact. It was true that I had never gotten hard in front of my mother or Teacher Qin before this. And it was also true that when Chen Le and my mother came to see me, I did get hard, and right in front of her.
"How... how could this be."
Tears were now welling up in my mother's eyes. She didn't notice the movements of Chen Le's hands at all. Emboldened, Chen Le began to knead the breast he was holding gently, while his other hand started to move towards the root of her thigh.
"Auntie, it's just a small fetish. It's not a serious illness."
By now, Chen Le knew he was just one step away from success. He began to fan the flames while intensifying the movements of his hands.
"Then... then what... what should we do now... Can it be cured?"
As she finished speaking, the tears that had been welling in her eyes for a long time finally streamed down her cheeks. Seeing this, Chen Le lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks twice, not forgetting to give her forehead a light peck afterward.
"Auntie, don't you worry. Actually, this is nothing. It's very treatable."
"Really... it can be cured?"
Hearing Chen Le say it was very treatable, my mother wasn't as tense as before. Moreover, Chen Le's act of kissing away her tears and the final peck on her forehead sent a flutter through her heart. Dad used to do the same thing when they were dating. She never thought she would experience this gesture again, let alone from her own student. Putting aside everything that had happened before, that single action showed her just how good this young man was at warming a woman's heart. And my mother, feeling helpless because of my situation, was vulnerable. Chen Le's move at this moment, unconsciously, made her feel a little less disgust for this handsome young man and a tiny bit of goodwill. But she seemed to forget that all of this was caused by Chen Le, including the "small fetish" he claimed I had.
"Yes, Auntie. I have no reason to lie to you. He's still young now. As long as he gets treated before he gets married, it won't affect his married life. So, there's plenty of time."
Hearing this, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her own tears, asking,
"Then... then how... how should it... be treated?"
In reality, Chen Le had already suggested the treatment method, but my mother, first, wasn't sure because Chen Le hadn't stated it explicitly. Second, she was still holding out hope for other methods. Third, how could she possibly bring herself to say, "Let's have sex to cure Xiao Wen"? A gentle, traditional woman like her could never say such a thing.
Chen Le looked at my mother. He knew he was already halfway to success. He deliberately withdrew his hand from her breast, and before pulling away, he couldn't help but use his thumb and forefinger to gently rub her pink, peanut-sized nipple left and right. His other hand wasn't idle either, by now, it had reached the root of her thigh. Although her tender pussy was currently occupied by the glans, as he withdrew his hand, he still used his middle finger to teasingly flick her clit a couple of times.
Meanwhile, my mother's tender pussy, under Chen Le's occasional thrusts of his hips, had taken in the entire egg-sized glans. My mother herself might not have even realized that her love juices had already soaked through her panties and had even dampened Chen Le's pants and underwear. Through these three layers of fabric, her fluids coated his entire glans.
And so, under Chen Le's ministrations with his hands and his intentional twisting of his hips, causing the glans inside her tender pussy to rotate and stimulate her, streams of love juice continuously flowed from her vaginal opening. My mother couldn't help but let out low moans, "Mmm... ah... mmm... ah," accompanied by a wave of drowsiness and a tingling pleasure that spread throughout her body. Only then did she realize what Chen Le's little movements were doing. But she had no strength left at all. She just glanced at Chen Le, a look that contained both disbelief and a hint of disgust and resentment.
"Auntie, my leg is going numb from you sitting on it."
With that, Chen Le moved his right hand, which had been supporting her thigh, from the outside to support her neck. In the process, he adjusted her posture from being half-reclining in his arms to sitting upright on his right leg. However, in the instant he sat her up, his egg-sized glans left her tender pussy.
"Mmm... ah... mmm... ah," my mom moaned again, biting her lower lip. She also noticed the departure of Chen Le's glans, feeling as if something was suddenly missing from her lower body. Immediately after, the love juices that had accumulated for so long in her tender pussy flowed out through her not fully closed vaginal opening, passing through her panties and onto Chen Le's thigh.
But Chen Le's movements weren't over. He raised his left arm, tilted his head back, and faked a yawn, pretending to stretch. Then, he quickly lowered his left hand, pulling the left side of his pants down to his thigh. Then, his left hand went back to her shoulder, moving her large buttocks from his right leg to his left leg to sit on. Of course, as he moved her, he slightly lifted his left leg, using it to push her nightgown hem up, creating a barrier between her plump buttocks and his bare thigh, preventing her from discovering too soon that he had taken off his pants.
Then, he did the same with the right side, pulling those pants down to his thigh as well. Chen Le then began his final move. His left arm went under her armpit to hold her, his palm cupping her large breast on the outside, while his right arm went under her thighs, and he lifted her up in a princess carry. Chen Le stood up as well.
Just as Chen Le's hand was on her breast, my mother tried to reach out to stop or push it away, but she was suddenly lifted up by Chen Le. She was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Chen Le took the opportunity to kiss her red lips. When my mother realized his intention, she clenched her lips shut and shook her head from side to side, refusing to let him succeed.
Seeing that it wasn't working, Chen Le gave up and instead started kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her cheeks and chin. In short, he kissed every part of her face he could reach, except for her mouth.
Of course, this wasn't Chen Le's real goal; it was just a way to distract her. His legs were shaking, and he would occasionally hop lightly. The purpose was simple: to get the pants he had pulled down to his thighs to fall off, which also caught my mother's attention.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" At this point, how could Chen Le possibly let her down?
"It's nothing, Auntie. My leg is just a little numb from you sitting on it. I just need to move it a bit."
"I didn't even want to sit on your leg in the first place. Now it's numb, and you still won't put me down? What are you doing?" Mom continued to demand that Chen Le let her down.
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