[Three ways to spy on your mother – real experiences from a long time ago]

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I.

Toilet Peeping Back

then, conditions were poor. My family lived in a staff dormitory converted from a school building, sharing a single water room, a single toilet, and

a single kitchen among many families. The communal toilet was unisex, with a wooden partition in between. Over time, gaps appeared,

but you had to push it open to see the next stall. I discovered this by accident; I was

about 13 years old at the time. Usually, peeping involved looking from behind, meaning you could only see the buttocks. My usual method was to

hide inside, then, after judging by the sound it was a woman, gently push open the partition and peek. After

watching like this for several days, seeing only half a buttocks wasn't enough. So, I thought I should

tamper with the front. One night, when no one was in the toilet, I took a small knife and widened

the seam , then pressed it down firmly. This way, when needed, a gentle press would create a gap.

The next day, I eagerly claimed the stall, and after confirming it was a woman next door,

I pushed open the partition. Ah, I really did see a middle-aged woman squatting there straining. However, because of her clothes

, I couldn't see anything important. I thought I'd just have to wait for her to get up. Just as I

was waiting , suddenly the wooden board where I was looking was pushed hard a few times.

Needless to say, I'd been discovered, and my heart was pounding wildly. Fortunately, the woman, my mother's colleague,

the middle-aged woman I called Aunt Xing, didn't yell at me or block the door to see who I was. However,

I was still so scared that I didn't dare to sneak out of the toilet for about an hour. From then on, I almost never dared to peek from the front again, and

gradually I lost interest in peeping in the toilet.

Things always take a turn for the better. Just when I was bored out of my mind, I couldn't resist sneaking into the toilet again,

waiting to see if I'd find anything. One, two, just like before, I only saw half a buttock. Just

as I was about to go out to find some other excitement, the door opened again, and I heard footsteps as another woman came in.

Okay, I'll just see one more buttock. Undressing, squatting, urinating—nothing special. I pushed aside

the wooden board behind me and glanced over without any interest. Oh, and I must say, this woman's buttocks were quite different. First,

they were white with a rosy tinge, and then they were rather large. I'd seen at least 30 or 40 women, young

and old , girls, wives, and even elderly women, but such full, snow-white, and sexy buttocks were truly rare.

My curiosity was piqued, so I loosened the board, slowed my gaze, and prepared to take a good look. When I pushed

the board open again, oh, where did she go? She clearly hadn't gone out. Listening carefully, I heard the sound of toilet paper next door.

I finally couldn't resist my curiosity, mustered my courage, and gently pushed open the front door, which I hadn't dared to use for a long time. Ah,

a scene I'll never forget appeared. The woman next door was half-squatting, taking toilet paper out of her underwear,

and the paper was stained red with blood (back then, sanitary napkins didn't exist; women mostly used relatively

soft toilet paper, generally called "women's sanitary paper"). Ah, she's menstruating! The bright red menstrual blood against

the white toilet paper, combined with the woman's movements, was incredibly stimulating. But what surprised me even more was that when the

woman slowly raised her head and took out toilet paper from her pocket to change, I was shocked to discover that the

woman with the snow-white buttocks, about to change toilet paper, was actually my mother. I quickly released my hand from the gap,

my heart pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest. I really didn't know what to do then; I wanted to slip away, but I also wanted to keep watching.

In the end , the excitement and curiosity won out, and I opened the gap again. Luckily, the mother next door was bending over

to put toilet paper in her private parts. The timing was perfect; she wouldn't notice me unless she looked up, so I boldly continued to peep.

I watched as my mother gently placed a folded, diamond-shaped piece of toilet paper onto her bleeding vulva, pressed it down,

squeezed her legs together, and then lifted her head, straightened her back, and slowly pulled up her small red panties, followed by a

slightly larger pair of panties. (Later I learned that back then, women usually wore a very tight pair of panties under their underwear to prevent the toilet paper

from shifting .) Finally, she pulled up

her outer pants, straightened her clothes, and went out the door. Hearing my mother leave, I quickly ran to the next stall,

closed the door, and took the toilet paper, still warm from my mother's body, from the wastebasket

. I saw that her menstrual blood had almost completely soaked the paper. "Ah, Mom, how much vaginal blood you've lost!" (That's what I thought at the time,

and back then we almost always called a woman's vulva "vagina.")

I touched the paper and the blood, thinking, "This is my mother's blood, this is my mother's vaginal

blood, this blood just flowed from my mother's vagina!"

(It was so exciting, thankfully I didn't know about masturbation back then). From then on, I started paying attention to my mother's movements.

Whenever she started folding toilet paper, I would run to the bathroom to peek. Later, I started calculating my mother's

menstrual cycle , and over time, I became more accurate than her. I can still remember that my mother's cycle was usually

around 26 days, very accurate, at most one or two days off. In the days before porn, watching my mother change toilet paper was the most exciting thing for me back

then .

II. Peeping through the mosquito net

Around that time, there was a water room, a kitchen, and a toilet. With such conditions, the room

was naturally not very good. Our family of three lived in a room of nearly 20 square meters, which served as both bedroom

and dining room. Although the room was not small (it was said to have originally been a dormitory, meant to accommodate four bunk beds),

after placing a double bed, a single bed, a desk, a dining table, and the large wardrobe that every household had at that time,

the space was almost completely filled. At that time, my parents' income was not high, and since their hometown was in the countryside, the burden

was heavy, and the family's money was always less than what they had at the end of the month. Mosquito nets were a luxury back then, not every family could

afford them . Luckily, my parents installed a single mosquito net in my bed, and from then on, I wasn't bothered by mosquitoes at night.

Summer nights were quite enjoyable hiding inside. This was

about a year after I started peeping at my mother in the bathroom; I was in middle school, and with the whole building's bathrooms under renovation, my peeping finally stopped

. Just when I was starting to worry about not being able to peep at my mother's body anymore, I finally discovered that my mosquito net was incredibly

useful. Since nobody uses mosquito nets anymore, they wouldn't know this. Apparently, mosquito nets back then were woven

quite tightly; when the outside light was greater than the inside light, you couldn't see inside from the outside, while the inside...

The person inside could clearly see everything the person outside was doing. Haha, this discovery made me overjoyed; I

could see my mother again!

After several sleepless nights, I finally understood what the mosquito net could be used to spy on. In summary, it mainly consisted of two things

: firstly, my parents' sexual activity; and secondly, my mother cleaning her private parts with water after sex. Let me talk about my parents'

sex first. I was just starting junior high school then, around 14 or 15 years old, while my mother was just over 40, the

prime of life. However, sharing a room with a son who was about to understand things

made it inconvenient for my mother during sex. So, I discovered that they always waited until I was asleep before they did it. But little did they

know that I was waiting for that wonderful moment. So, throughout the summer nights, what often happened was that I

would go to bed early and pretend to be asleep. Around 10 or 11 pm, they would gently call my name a few times, and then, judging that I was sound asleep

, they would embrace.

The only regret I had was that they almost never turned on the light, so I could only see their shadows. On occasions when

the moon was particularly bright, the view was a little clearer.

So, at those times, it was more accurate to say I was eavesdropping than peeping. Even so, watching them

roll around and listening to my mother's suppressed but pleasurable moans was still very stimulating for me. My mother was very clean;

she would get up and wash her genitals after each time. Thus, peeping at my mother washing became a regular part of my entertainment.

My father was lazy; after finishing, he would lie in bed and rarely get up or wash. My mother would always get up alone,

take her own basin, and add some hot water to the thermos (note that she usually had the light on at this time, otherwise

she wouldn't be able to pour the hot water). Most of the time, my mother was naked, and I could clearly see her

naked body. Then, my mother would squat over the basin, splash water with her hands, and carefully wash her

vagina, which still contained traces of my father's semen. After washing, my mother would gently dry her genitals with her own hand towel, then go back

to bed and get the underwear that my father had pulled off and thrown on the bed (sometimes she would also go to the closet to get a clean pair to change into).

From the moment Mom was being fucked in bed, to her getting out of bed to wash her genitals, and then to her changing her underwear, I don't know how many times I watched this process throughout

the summer . It was exhausting, always requiring me to stay up all night waiting, and sometimes it was pointless

to wait if they didn't do it. However, I soon realized something: if Mom (or sometimes Dad)

filled her little basin with water before going to sleep and placed it by the bed, then there was bound to be something to watch that night. Haha.

III. Peeping through the door

The biggest advantage of peeping through a mosquito net is that it's risk-free and you can comfortably enjoy it while lying in bed. The downside is that

you can't see very clearly because of the light. The following summer came again, and I was already a ninth-grade student,

about to take the high school entrance exam (back then it wasn't called "high school entrance exam," it was called "exam for senior high school"). Although it wasn't as

important as the high school entrance exam is now, I still had to study. Because of the upcoming exam, I, like the good kids in the neighborhood, took

some English and political science books and went outside to memorize them in the morning. One night, after they finished, I heard Mom say: "

The child is older now, he understands things. Let's not do it at night, he'll hear us." Fortunately, we

were moving soon, about a year and a half later, and then we'd have two rooms. Dad wasn't sure, but Mom's words reminded me. Yes,

I'd scare them at night and create an "opportunity" for them in the morning, haha. So, one night when Dad insisted and

Mom had to give in, in the middle of their fun, I suddenly pretended to be startled awake, got up,

and without even looking at them, sleepily pretended to go to the bathroom. When I came back, they were

naturally finished and pretending to be asleep. From then on, they rarely did it at night. One morning, I

got up early, grabbed a book, and went outside to read. Actually, I turned back immediately after leaving, and

peeked through the pre-prepared crack in the door. The situation inside was indeed clear. They, who had been holding back

for several days, were obviously impatient.

Dad hugged Mom, and Mom obediently lay in Dad's arms. They began to kiss and caress each other. I could

clearly see my father's large hands moving over my mother's breasts and thighs, and I could clearly see him slip his hand

inside her panties.

My mother started moaning again, and I could hear it even from outside the door. My father started to take off my mother's panties, and

she lifted her large buttocks to allow him to easily pull them down. I was filled with excitement; the most thrilling moment

was about to arrive. But just then, the neighbor's doorbell rang. I didn't know why my usually lazy neighbor was up

so early today. I had no choice but to leave. I missed the whole exciting performance, what a pity. But thankfully,

there was another chance. A few days later, I tried the same trick again, still peering out the door, and this time I finally saw my parents

having their passionate encounter on the bed. That scene was equally unforgettable. Especially the scene where my father lifted my mother's legs, straddled her, and thrust

hard , while my mother's two snow-white, plump legs swung in the air, and

the scene where my mother sat on my father's body, her hands caressing her breasts, her body moving up and down—I will never forget that moment.

I've written down my experiences of spying on my mother over the past three years, focusing on three main methods. It might not be very fluent,

but it's very realistic. Through close-up spying on my mother, I also discovered several secrets about her.

1. My mother is absolutely stunning. When I was little, I always thought my mother wasn't beautiful enough, but after spying on her, I realized

her body is incredibly sexy. Her skin is fair and delicate, her breasts are large but not sagging, her buttocks are full, and her legs are thick but not

clumsy.

2. In bed, my mother is a typical slut. Her passion, writhing movements, and stimulating moans are unlike anything

most women possess.

3. My mother's underwear is always quite small, some barely covering her genitals. In terms of color,

red , beige, and black are the most common. However, she also wears many light-colored ones, but only in the summer.

My mother loves wearing stockings; she wears them to work or when going out. Back then, stockings were a luxury item, and

not many women owned many. But my mother was different; she had many for two reasons: first, she loved them

and was willing to buy them, and she wore them very carefully; second, my uncle worked in foreign trade and gave her many. The styles of stockings were very

limited back then; pantyhose weren't very common, and almost all were thigh-high. As for colors, my mother preferred flesh-colored stockings

, which she wore most often, followed by black and dark gray.

4. Although my mother wasn't tall, only 160cm, she almost never wore high heels. She especially

liked wearing mid-heeled platform shoes, particularly brown and black "Hua Pai" brand women's shoes made in Shanghai.

5. My mother also had a lover (I only discovered one). He was both our neighbor and a colleague of hers

at the same workplace Meng, he was from the south, and he was two years older than my mother. I called him Uncle Meng.

Uncle Meng wasn't as tall as my father, but he was much stronger. When he was having sex with my mother, he always liked to ask: "Feels good, does n't it

? Who's better, me or your old Zheng?"

6. When my mother was 44 years old, which was when she was having an affair with Meng, she unfortunately became pregnant. I don't

know if it was my father's or Uncle Meng's, but of course, my father took the blame. This was all done behind my back.

I first discovered it when I was calculating my mother's menstrual cycle (although I no longer peeked in the bathroom, I was still used to calculating it).

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The above is my spying experience, which happened many years ago. I'm writing it down to make everyone laugh!

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