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Conquered by My Mom's Best Friend's Pantyhose
Chapter 1: First Meeting with Lin Wei
My name is Xiao Ming, and I just started college this year. When I came home for the summer vacation, I noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar presence at home—Auntie Lin Wei.
She has been my mom’s best friend since their university days. I saw her a few times when I was little; back then, she was a dignified office worker. But seeing her this time, she had completely transformed.
"Wow, Mom, who is this pretty auntie?" I couldn't help but blurt out.
Auntie Lin Wei was wearing a fiery red, low-cut short skirt. She had a slender waist, straight long legs, exquisite makeup, and her eyes crinkled pleasantly when she smiled. She patted my shoulder: "Xiao Ming, you've grown so big! Do you still remember me?"
Mom laughed from the kitchen: "This is your Auntie Lin Wei! She used to hold you when you were a baby. Weiwei is a professional race queen now! Super cool!" A race queen? Images of sexy girls waving flags by the F1 track in hot racing outfits instantly flashed through my mind. I never expected Auntie to do something like that!
During dinner that evening, Auntie Lin Wei talked a lot with me. She explained that after her divorce, she wanted a fresh start, so she became a race queen. Running around the track, taking photos, and interacting with drivers every day was tiring, but extremely thrilling.
"Auntie, you must look amazing in a racing outfit," I said with a blushing face. She blinked, leaned close, and whispered, "Do you want to come to the track with me this weekend? I can get you a pass so you can see what I look like at work~" My heart instantly accelerated.
The next day, Mom said she wanted to take me over to Auntie Lin Wei's place for a visit and to return a jacket she had left at our house yesterday. I didn't think much of it and just went along to hang out. However, as soon as we stepped into Auntie Lin Wei's apartment, we saw her in loungewear that was almost revealing. My face flushed instantly, but her outfit gave off a deeply feminine allure—underneath the loose T-shirt, her full curves were subtly visible. As soon as Mom and Auntie met, they started chatting passionately, reminiscing about embarrassing college stories and talking about recent racing work. I couldn't get a word in. Before long, I stood up out of boredom: "Auntie, can I look around?"