Mrs. Binh was still sitting by the fire, I was still standing, not daring to sit down because I was hesitant and shy, my head was dark because I didn’t know what to do.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling, her lips smiling…her voice was clear, pure, and soft.
Come on, the best boy in the village, don’t you feel cold? She smiled, her teeth were white and even, her cheeks were rosy, her left hand gently reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit down.
Sit here to keep warm, I’ll go get some water, when I come back I’ll have some big sweet potatoes in my hand and I’ll say
You eat corn in the yard, I hang some on the clothesline, bring it in here, we can grill it and eat for fun.
I walked out into the yard, the wind from the fields blew through the yard rustling, the bundle of corn my grandmother hung swayed in the wind, the feeling of coolness and serenity… still couldn’t stop the mood of a teenage boy, it just arose instinctively… because of the promise from the pink lady this morning, now the whispers welled up, tensed up there…
Suddenly I thought what is going on. Why is she so calm, the hope that tonight the broken love suddenly slipped away, so many hopes.. now, could it be.. why is it that.. she doesn’t dare because that is her, she is calm, the lush green prairie, the horse that Mr. Dam has wanted to swim across the river to conquer for so many years
I quietly looked out into the dark night… thinking… the image, the words of Mr. Dam the other day, he said that she could run to the sky… he was shaking, he cherished the opportunity to catch the eagle… now, if he knew… whoever knew… it would be over… oh my gosh
I took some corn to the stove, the kettle of water my grandmother was boiling was gently simmering, the red hot coals were warming the roasted potatoes, the aroma lightly filling the room…my grandmother’s kitchen
Grandma, here’s some corn!
yeah..you take two chopsticks to make skewers
I looked around the corner of her house. There were some bamboo sticks, skewered at the top. With both hands, I held two corn cobs and turned them gently. The smell of the dry outer layer was scorching, the smell of the fresh shell was shrinking, giving off a gentle fragrance that stirred my heart. She calmly reached over and held my hand with her left hand.
She smiled and told me to hold one for her… two skewers near the hot coals as if to help her and I reduce the feeling, the shyness because we accidentally met in this context… strange surprise
Tu
yes ma’am
where did you go today
Oh, I went to your house to play cards, it’s similar, grandma.
Yes, that place is crowded every year on Tet holiday…men and young people gather
Yesterday we went to the riverbank, grandma..it wasn’t that cold out there yesterday, we sat hugging each other a lot..hehe
really..so have you seen any couple hugging tightly..yet….hehe
not yet
There were some guys sitting in the bamboo bushes below. It was so cold and windy, but they stayed until late. I wonder if there was anything interesting, but they didn’t want to go home.
hee hee…if it’s not attractive, what are the young men doing sitting there…boys and girls who get to touch that place will be so happy they won’t be able to pull their hands away.
where is that place
he died..
That place is a secret, only those who know how to keep it a secret will know. Whoever wants to hear and know how to know will know. It’s not easy to know, Tu… hehe
She smiled softly, her right hand still gently turning the corn. The aroma wafted up, making me feel light-headed. Suddenly, she pulled the corn out, peeled off a few kernels from the top, brought them close to my lips, and said… eat, it’s cooked.
Her finger lifted up to lightly touch my lips, feeling sad, sad… I was daydreaming and couldn’t think of anything, her left hand gently rubbed her calf,
I looked at her white pink calves by the fire…I asked
your legs are white
Yeah…my skin has been white since I was a girl, even when exposed to the sun it doesn’t darken, she looked at me and smiled…so, has my good grandson grown leg hair yet?
I do not care either
She reached her left hand over and lightly touched my ankle, pushed up my pant leg, and rubbed it. I felt a strange feeling like ants were crawling. I don’t know why, but somewhere inside me, it was like an electric current ran up my spine as her fingers kept rubbing my calf and up almost to my knee.
hee hee..sad grandma…
She pulled my hand to her smooth, taut legs. I don’t know why, when I closed my eyes, she gently lifted her thin pants over her smooth knees…
I don’t have leg hair yet, my skin is hot and smooth like a baby’s skin.
She stretched and patted her waist with her left hand…then she said, why has her back been so painful these past few days?
I took two fragrant, golden-brown roasted corn cobs and put them on the basket next to the charcoal stove… peeling each one and smiling…
Grandma is old now and can’t carry heavy loads. She also often complains of back pain.
no, your grandmother is old, but I’m still young..and the woman you’re about to have… often has back pain or lower abdominal pain..hehe..
So when she hurts, ask Khai to massage her.
Oh, those kids will say their necks are on fire and they won’t massage them…or…can you help me?
Can I? If someone sees me, I’ll die.
It’s okay..let me go lock the gate…then I’ll lie down on that mat..
Oh, I installed the gate already, grandma.
I hesitated shyly..she slowly stood up, on the other side of the mat spread on some bundles of straw just a few steps away from the fire, the oil lamp on the stove still gave off a dim light…
She sat down, her shoulders smooth and her chest full, I hesitated..
she smiled softly, i felt lightheaded.. sat back with legs spread, she sat in front of me, my thighs touched her butt.. so close..
sitting position like someone is beating a cold..
I asked her where it hurt.
on the shoulder with a belt
I put my hand on her shoulder, her soft shoulder…somewhere the warmth from her skin, from her flesh felt like fire was running through… gently squeezing her neck, her shoulder… she was calm…
what’s wrong ma’am..it’s already there..
hee hee..your hands are so soft
she leaned back slightly…as if falling into my arms..just a little push…her butt…will touch, that place tightens…excited..i gently tighten my thighs
My hand on her shoulder, on her neck, the soft, warm skin of her nape felt burning… I rubbed and squeezed it lightly a few times, her back gradually leaned back… her body was as soft as a noodle…
Tú… Tú… her voice is gentle..
yes, my heart is pounding…
I asked…what ma’am
let her lie down
Yes..
She leaned back and touched my chest very lightly. She turned around and placed her face right at the intersection. Just now, I was sitting with my legs spread. Her neck was rubbing. Accidentally touching that place that had been swollen and lumpy for a while now.
I reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder as she lay face down. Her soft, pink-white neck was peeking out through her closed, pensive collar.
uh..
I heard her moaning, her chest was rubbing again..she must have leaned over, I felt her full chest pressing against my thigh..soft..
Tu
Yes
Tu rubbed down to her waist..she reached around behind..slightly lifted the hem of her shirt at her waist..the exposed flesh..white and smooth, very close, her skin at her waist was smooth..her waist was small, tapered, running down, down there her buttocks were plump, full..
I was shy and my soul was moved, feeling melancholy in the warm kitchen… strange… her breath was panting
I looked down at her legs stretching and flexing, every now and then she seemed to gently massage the intersection… damn it, I couldn’t think of it… now her cheek was pressing on the tumor… I tensed up and it hurt…
Her lips were rubbing and rubbing… like she was smelling a rose…
uh…ma’am…
what
I’m so upset..
hee hee…where is it uncomfortable?
place…..
rub my waist
I put my hand on her waist..rubbing..caressing..my hand felt like a ghost..lightly drifting past her waist, touching the elastic layer…soft..warm, her butt skin was goosebumps…rough..ripples under my hand.
uh…her voice softly moaned…
I hesitated, intending to touch down deep… I felt her rubbing my pubic area… her butt tensed up and pressed against the mat… the straw bundle was pushed up, her pubic area pressed down, her legs bent, her legs stretched, it felt like she was looking for a pole to press her butt against, I was whispering, her breathing was a little shaky
her hand reached behind my back, gently holding my hand, she held it tight…deeply penetrating the crack of my ass…touching…the soft flesh…oh so wet, the crack of her ass, the slime on her panties…suddenly in the middle of the intersection…my crotch…she lightly bit the head between the two layers of pants…numb…the feeling
Uh…
my thighs tensed up, jerking very slightly… i bent down and inserted a few fingers… wet and slippery…
caressing, the feeling of shaking constantly rising..
I’m shy, I’m scared when I just touched that place of hers.. I pulled my hand away.
suddenly…out there, outside Miss Hong’s house gate
Who is calling Miss Rose?
Miss Hong…hurry up…