Over the next few days, the nights became our unspoken "window time."
From initial resistance and tension, to later… I could clearly feel she had changed.
That first night, when I pulled her to the window, she was coy for a long time, her hands gripping the curtains tightly, her body stiff as a board, her eyes constantly darting fearfully towards the window as if truly afraid someone might see.
When we did it, she couldn't let go either, stifling her moans in her throat, her fingers digging into my arm, leaving deep nail marks.
But by the third night.
Before I even said anything, she walked to the window herself.
Back to me, hands on the glass, bending over slightly.
That posture… was clearly an invitation.
I walked over, hugged her from behind, my hand lifting her nightgown.
She was bare underneath.
Wearing nothing.
My fingers explored; she was already wet.
"Mom…" I whispered against her ear. "You're already… wet by yourself?"
She pressed her face against the cold glass, not answering, but her hips pushed back slightly, rubbing against my hardened part.
A silent urging.
When I entered her, she no longer tensed up nervously but let out a long, satisfied sigh.
She even... began to actively move her hips in rhythm with me.
The force of the thrusts pressed the soft flesh of her chest against the glass, flattening and bouncing back.
Her moans were no longer suppressed, growing louder, more seductive, especially clear in the quiet night.
Once, I deliberately stopped and asked her, "Mom, aren't you afraid someone might see?"
She was right in the middle of her climax, and my sudden stop made her extremely uncomfortable. She turned her head, glaring at me with misty eyes, scolding in a tearful voice, "You... hurry up... don't stop... hmm... you bad boy..."
All the fear from before was completely gone.
I saw this transformation clearly.
I knew the timing was almost right.
On Friday night, we stood again in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had completely adapted, even starting to enjoy this thrill with a hint of danger.
While moving, I whispered in her ear, "Mom... tomorrow's the weekend."
"Hmm..." she responded, her consciousness hazy.
"We... should try it by the door?" I said cautiously, watching her reaction.
The person in my arms stiffened instantly.
Even the tender flesh inside her pussy, gripping me tightly, paused for a second.
Then, she suddenly turned her head. The flush of passion hadn't faded from her face, but her eyes had turned cold, filled with shock, anger, and... a trace of panic I couldn't quite understand.
"No!" Her voice was sharp, trembling. "Lin An, I said no! The door... absolutely not!"
She struggled to pull away from the window: "You... let me go... we're not doing this anymore..."
This was the first time she had reacted so strongly to one of my requests, even wanting to stop.
I quickly held her tighter, slowing my movements, soothingly kissing her shoulder: "Okay, okay, we won't, we won't. I was just saying it casually, Mom, don't be angry."
As I spoke, I continued with slow, gentle thrusts, using steady, tender movements to soothe her tense body.
"We'll stay right here, not going anywhere."
I whispered coaxingly, "Mom, relax... you're squeezing too tight... I'm about to cum..."
"Then cum..." Mom mumbled.
It took a while before Mom's tense body slowly softened, leaning back into my embrace, but her breathing was still somewhat ragged, tinged with lingering fear.
For the rest of that night, she didn't say another word.
After we finished, she didn't linger in my arms as usual but turned her back to me and quickly "fell asleep."
But I knew she wasn't asleep.
She was thinking.
I was feeling a bit frustrated too.
Fuck.
Was I pushing too hard?
For the next two days, I didn't mention the "door" again.
At night, we still did it by the window, and she still cooperated, even taking the initiative.
But I always felt... she had something on her mind. Sometimes, in the middle of it, she would drift off, her gaze distant.
On Monday morning, she went to the flower shop.
Since I had no classes in the morning, I slept in at home.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
What exactly... was she thinking?
...
At the flower shop.
Mom saw off a customer who had bought sunflowers, stared blankly at the traffic outside for a while.
Then, she walked back behind the counter and took out her phone.
Unlocked, tapped on the pink icon.
Xiaohongshu.
Her fingers slid across the screen, hesitating, but finally, she opened the "Following" list.
Scrolled down.
A username caught her eye.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers].
The profile picture was a blurry osmanthus branch, hard to make out clearly.
Mom bit her lower lip and opened the private message dialog.
The cursor blinked.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time before slowly typing a line.
[Sunny Rain]: Are you there?
Sent.
Then, as if she had used up all her strength, she placed the phone face down on the counter, not daring to look again.
Her heart pounded wildly.
What was she doing?
Actually... really asking a stranger?
But... who else could she ask?
Who could she talk to about such things?
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, picked up the scissors, and started trimming a slightly wilted bouquet of roses.
Her movements were mechanical, her mind elsewhere.
About ten minutes later.
"Ding dong—"
The phone notification sound rang abruptly.
Mom's hand jerked, the scissors almost cutting her finger.
She hurriedly put down the scissors and picked up the phone.
The screen was lit.
A new message.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: What's up? Sis
Mom stared at the line, her heart beating even faster.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed slowly.
[Sunny Rain]: Nothing much, just... how have you been lately?
As soon as she sent it, she regretted it.
What a pointless question.
The other person replied quickly.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Same as always ( /smile) You? Sounds like you have something on your mind?
Mom looked at the screen, her nose tingling slightly.
Even a stranger could tell she had something on her mind.
She hesitated for a long time before typing, one character at a time.
[Sunny Rain]: Yeah... a little.
[Sunny Rain]: Lately, my child keeps wanting to go outside with me, I...
Before she finished typing, the other person replied.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: I get it, feeling scared? ( /smile)
Hitting the nail on the head.
Mom's fingers curled slightly.
[Sunny Rain]: That's one part, but also... I feel a bit guilty toward my husband.
This time, the other person was silent for a while.
So long that Mom thought she wouldn't reply, or that she found her too hypocritical and didn't want to bother.
Finally, a message came.
Two of them.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: You...
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Do you love your husband?
Mom was stunned.
Love?
She thought of the man who was always away, who was only polite when he came home, who slept in separate rooms.
She thought of the past decade or so, the dwindling communication, the fading feelings.
She thought of countless nights waking up alone, the emptiness and loneliness in her heart.
She typed slowly.
[Sunny Rain]: I don't know either.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: So there are feelings, but not deep enough. You and your husband met through a matchmaker, right?
[Sunny Rain]: Yes.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Then, do you love your son?
Mom barely hesitated at this question.
[Sunny Rain]: Yes, I love my son.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: And does your son love you?
[Sunny Rain]: Of course.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Are you willing to give everything for your son?
Mom stared at this line, and suddenly many images flashed before her eyes.
When I was sick as a child, she stayed up all night watching over me.
When my grades slipped, she secretly cried from worry.
When I stood in front of her, red-eyed, saying, "Mom, I can't take it anymore," that pained yet stubborn face.
And... these past days, those wild and secret pleasures, that sense of fulfillment and happiness she had never experienced before, of being completely filled.
And the image of me bravely standing in front of her to protect her that night.
Her typing hand suddenly steadied.
[Sunny Rain]: What mother wouldn't be willing to give everything for her child?
After sending the message, she let out a long, long sigh.
As if finally expelling something that had been stuck in her heart for a long time.
Then, she saw the other person's reply.
A very simple sentence.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: You've already made your decision, haven't you?
Mom stared at this line for a long time.
Then, she looked up, gazing out through the glass door of the flower shop.
The sunlight was beautiful, people bustling back and forth on the street, each busy with their own lives.
No one knew that in this small flower shop, the owner had just made a shocking, earth-shattering decision.
She suddenly smiled.
Very faintly, but genuinely.
Yes.
Hadn't she already decided long ago?
From that night when she softened and compromised, from the first time she actively responded, from when she began to enjoy those forbidden pleasures, even started looking forward to the nights...
She had long since... been unable to turn back.
And didn't want to turn back either.
She picked up her phone and typed.
[Sunny Rain]: I understand, thank you.
Sent.
The stone in her heart seemed to suddenly drop.
She felt lighter.
Unexpectedly, the other person sent another message.
Seeing the content, Mom's face flushed bright red instantly.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: You're welcome. And, I'll tell you something else. If that thing is long enough, it can go into the uterus. It feels amazing~
Uterus?!
Mom was so shocked she almost dropped her phone.
That... that place, how could...
Her fingers trembled as she replied.
[Sunny Rain]: Ah, wouldn't that be excruciatingly painful?
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: It hurts a bit at first, but later it feels super good. If conditions allow, you can try it, sis.
Mom looked at this line, her face so hot she could fry an egg.
She was actually... talking about such... such explicit topics with someone online!
But...
She couldn't help but think of my cock.
So thick, so long. Every time it went all the way in, it seemed... there was still a bit left outside?
"It seems An'an's... could go in..."
This thought uncontrollably popped into her head, startling even herself.
She quickly shook her head, but the blush on her face wouldn't fade.
Her fingers moved, sending an emoji.
[Sunny Rain]: ( /blush)
The other person seemed amused.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: You can contact me if you have anything in the future ( /laugh)
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: It's rare to meet someone on the same path.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Got something to do, I'll go busy myself now.
Mom quickly replied.
[Sunny Rain]: Then you go ahead.
[Sunny Rain]: Bye.
[Late Autumn Falling Flowers]: Bye.
The chat ended.
Mom put down her phone, her palms sweaty.
She leaned back in her chair, looking at the dried flower decorations hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes were somewhat vacant, but the corners of her mouth held a trace of... relief, even a hint of... anticipation?
In her heart, she had already made up her mind.
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