Chapter 1

After getting off the highway, the silver-gray Buick car turned a few turns on the quiet tree-lined avenue, and a gate appeared in front of him. Several powerful and powerful characters were engraved on the huge stone pillars next to the gate.

When the car passed through the door, the guard respectfully saluted a not-so-professional military salute to the middle-aged man who was driving. This person is my father, the chief expert of this national research institute, Professor Yang Jianwei, who is famous in the field of polymer silicon research in China.

The car stopped at the garage door, and a boy who looked like a middle school student got off the car from the back of the car. This thirteen or four-year-old junior high school student was me, Yang Fan.

It was August summer vacation, and I was bored at home, so I caught up with my father's research institute moving to a modern high-tech park in the suburbs. I followed my father to see the newly completed research institute.

After waiting for a while, my father walked out of the garage and said to me with a smile: Xiaofan, my father’s new research institute is good, it is a world of difference compared to the dilapidated and old yard.

Dad patrolled the brand new buildings around him, his face full of proud smiles.

The research on polymer silicon was originally very backward in my country, but with the efforts of my father's generation, it has made great progress and gradually kept up with the international advanced level. It has also been well applied in industrial production. Some domestic polymer silicon production companies have also gained the strength to compete with international companies. The huge economic benefits generated by the combination of research and production have also made scholars like my father have a lot of income. Our new car and the three-story villa are good evidence.

However, the overloaded research work has greatly damaged my father's health.

I started bald when I was just in my forties. I had frequent insomnia and my physical weakness made my mother and I very worried.

After a short rest in the office, my father took me straight to the laboratory.

The laboratory is very large and has a variety of instruments and instruments.

There are already three graduate students working there. These three graduate students are all black people from Africa, those purebred black people, and definitely not the kind of black American people you see on TV, and those are not authentic black people.

These three international students are the new graduate students my father has taught this year. I have heard my father mention it, but I was still very surprised when I saw it.

That was really a black Ah, with pure black skin like black paint just now, and it was still shining. She was definitely not the brown-skinned Americans in the NBA.

I thought to myself that if these people took off their clothes, they would probably only see two eyes and a mouthful of white teeth when walking on the road without street lights at night.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little funny.

You may be wondering: Why are the graduate students my dad taught are all black Africans, so there are no international students from other countries?

This is not normal. Will Americans and Europeans be happy to study in China?

Others are several times more advanced than ours. What is there to learn when you come to China? Of course, learning Chinese is another matter.

This is David from South Africa, this is Lucas from Congo, and this is Sun, Zimbabwean.

My father gave me a brief introduction to his students.

Then he pointed at me and said to the three black students: This is my son Yangfan. He has just graduated from junior high school and is here to have fun during the summer vacation. Please take care of him.

Knowing that I was the teacher's son, several black people were very enthusiastic to say hello to me in half-baked Chinese.

These three black students are all strong and tall.

It is estimated that they are all over 1.8 meters tall, with a bear-back and a tiger-back, and a pure black skin, giving people a strong visual impact, and having the domineering a lion on the African grassland.

The already short father is even smaller when he stands among them.

But these black people respect their father very much.

The first time I was in front of three purebred black men, novelty was my biggest feeling. Curiosity made me ask three black graduate students some questions that they thought were funny, but after all, they were all young men in their early twenties. They were still happy to answer my questions and joked with me. We gradually became familiar with each other.

But after all, they have something to do, and I feel embarrassed to keep pestering them.

But I, a student who just graduated from junior high school, naturally had no interest in the work they did.

Soon I became bored.

I couldn't stay in the laboratory and started wandering around the institute's building.

I looked outside the laboratory and it was fresh.

Suddenly, I felt a little urged to pee, so I found a bathroom nearby to make it convenient.

When I was urinating and washing my hands, two female voices came from the women's bathroom next door.

Xiaoling, why are you always depressed recently? Look at your listless look all day long, is your husband not satisfying you?Ha ha

screw you!I think you are dissatisfied with the desire. I am not satisfied with the error of the new product and the adjustment is unstable. I have been so impatient. Finally, I finally got a new product, but it was such a fork, which is so anxious.

This was obviously what the woman named Xiaoling said.

Isn’t it just an error problem? What a big deal? Isn’t it okay to ask Professor Yang.Oh, didn’t Professor Yang recruit three new black graduate students? I heard that he is quite capable.Hehe, three black people come... help... you should be fine, hehe

What do you mean?Very capable, come and fuck you!Look at your slutty look, I can warn you that the black man is so big, thicker than your arms!Don't regret it if you get stuck in the bottom of you!Ha ha

Dead!Hey, but to be honest, Xiaoling, do you think the black people's underwear are as big as the actors in the film?

It's not that exaggerating, but at least it's several numbers higher than Chinese men. Do you think we can put down the black thing?That's so big, I'm scared when I think about it.

Scared?I think you are excited.It's water coming out

You're just out of water. I think you'd better go back and change your underwear quickly.

It’s your big-headed ghost!No matter how much you say, what are you holding up?Oh, fucking from behind by being fucked by black people in fantasy!

You were fucked from behind by black people.It's OK for someone to tie his shoelaces.I have such a bad mouth, I really should have asked those three graduate students to have you had a blowjob, haha

Good Ah, if you have the ability to call them all over. If you dare to fuck them with your big ass, I will eat their dicks for them. Whoever is afraid of who Ah, you won’t want all three dicks, haha…

At this time, a series of steps passed by the door, and the joke between the two women ended here.

Although I just graduated from junior high school, I have watched many A-movies in my heart. The conversation between these two women still made my heart beat faster, and there was a hard feeling below.

I have to admire the boldness of women now. I guess they should be two mature women.

I actually have always had a special liking for mature women. At the age of thirties or forties, I have long been familiar with the ways of sexual matters and are in the age of tigers and wolves. It is really a unique charm.

Moreover, even the most dignified mature woman is not as lustful in private, but when it comes to men, women hide a lustful heart behind their backs out of traditional morality. If they really want to take it out, they may not be smaller than men's ones.

These two mature women who just chatted and joked privately are good examples.

The words are so explicit that they are not inferior to men at all.

I stayed in the institute for one morning, and after the freshness passed, I couldn't stay anymore.

My father also knew my unsatisfactory personality, so he asked me to take a taxi back first after lunch.

Before leaving, my father also said that David and the others, that is, the three black graduate students, will come to our house to play in a few days.

I didn't care about it at the time, but what happened later was something I never expected.

When I got home, my mother was mopping the floor.

My mother's name is Chen Siying, and she is a high school teacher.

I will go to my mother's middle school to go to high school at the beginning of next semester.

Speaking of my mother, she is definitely a beauty. When she was young, she was one of the best beauties in our county. She just celebrated her 36th birthday. The years have not left too many traces on her mother, but have added a bit of ripe charm. This is the taste that only mature women of her age are of mother, just like the tempting fragrance emitted by a ripe banana.

A slightly damp and upset scent.

Since I was at home, my mother was dressed casually. A half-tight T-shirt and a pair of sporty cropped pants, and a white outfit made the plump mature body look even more attractive. My mother's figure is enviable, plump but without any fat. The protruding places are convex, and the thin places are thin. The right proportion makes the figure, which was only 1.6 meters tall, look very slender.

Xiaofan is back!Is Dad's place fun?

My mother looked up and asked me while wiping the floor. Her breasts close to the e-cup were shaking regularly. The pink bra and the semi-tight T-shirt outside wrapped around the pair of fat breasts seemed a little tight.

It's okay, it's boring after staying for a long time. They are all strange instruments and some people who are busy working.

I agreed to my mother and sat on the sofa to watch TV, but my eyes were staring in the collar of my mother.

The tight fabric on the plump breasts naturally produces amazing cleavage.

So deep and tempting!

Hey, what is that?

I don’t know if the bra is too small or the breasts are too big, or my illusion, but I vaguely seemed to see my mother’s pink areola on the edge of the bra.

This made my heart beat faster.

You just can't sit still everywhere. Once you pass the freshness, nothing will be interesting.I am about to go to high school, and my homework is much more difficult than junior high school. I must calm down... My mother turned around and continued to wipe the floor.

My nagging and preaching to my mother has always been dealt with by temporarily pausing the work of the auditory system.But my eyes were not idle. After glanced at my mother's chest, I swept towards my mother's big butt.

My mother's waist is very thin, which makes her already big butt look particularly great.

It is a bit exaggerated to describe a mother's butt as a big deal.

My mother often jokes with her friend in her boudoir that her butt is not easy to buy pants.

The pants with big hips are big and the waist and legs are big, but the mother has small waist and thin legs; most of the pants with suitable waist and legs are too small.

Maybe my mother doesn’t know that this great butt not only does not affect my mother’s beauty at all, but is a kind of proud capital.

While joking, my mother's friends were very envious of her mother's big butt.

And the man salivates even more at his mother's fat ass.

As I leaned over to wipe the floor, my mother's buttocks naturally swung, drawing a slender and graceful arc.

My mother's butt is not only big but also very perky, and her deep crotch continues from her back to the seductive bulge.

My mother's private parts look very fat even under the wrapping of two layers of fabric.

Since it is not a thong, the outline of the underwear is unrestlessly highlighted.

This scene makes me feel excited, and I feel a sensation of blood in my lower body.

But I still calmed down my mood for the time being, because after all, it was my mother, and the most basic ethics and morals must be adhered to.

I heard from my grandmother that my mother used to have a nickname called Jinlian. The reason is that my mother's feet are very small, with less than 34 yards. The nickname of Jinlian comes from this.

But later, because this name always reminds people of a generation of slut Pan Jinlian, he stopped calling her.

My mother's feet are really delicate, and the bright red nail polish makes these golden lotus particularly cute.

It makes people feel the urge to hold it in the palm of your hand and knead it carefully.

But I never dared to use force, because if I tried too hard, my mother's little feet would drip out of water.

At around 6 o'clock in the evening, my father also came back. After dinner, my father went to the study to read, my mother sat in the living room and watched the boring and idiotic Korean drama, and I went back to my room to surf the Internet and went to UAA.

Since I felt very tired when I went to the institute to take the bus back and forth, I went to bed very early.

I don't know at all when my parents will turn off the lights.

I woke up until the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. I passed by my parents' door and found that there was still dim light. I haven't slept yet, what time is it?

I muttered in my heart.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a strange gasp.

I quickly realized that it was my mother's gasp. Could it be that my parents were having sex?

I suddenly woke up and hesitated for a while. My evil mind still made me press my ear to the bedroom door panel.

Hey, why did my mother stop saying a word as soon as she put her ear on?Did you be discovered? I was shocked and sweated.

Husband, why is it so...so...so...so...good?Have you been too weak recently?Go to see a doctor?My mother's concern but resentful voice came from the bedroom.

Oh...so that's it.

I couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

Fortunately, it was not discovered.

But then a hint of uneasiness arose in my heart.

I don’t know why this inexplicable uneasiness arose.

Are you worried about your father's body?

Or are you worried about your parents’ relationship?

I can't tell you why.

Maybe I'm really tired recently. Alas, it's okay, go to bed early. My father's pale voice came from it.