Playing with mother

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Chapter 1 Dinner Together

A light rain was falling outside. My mother and I had dinner together.

After dinner, I went to the TV as usual to watch my favorite program, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about
the scene of secretly touching my mother's vulva last night. Since my father was away on a business trip, and my mother was afraid of being lonely, she asked me to sleep with her.

These past few days, my best friend in class, Da Niao, had been bringing me adult magazines, which made me interested in women's bodies. I even glanced at Xiao Wen,
the ugly girl , to see how developed she was.

The woman I interact with most is my mother, so these past few days I've been paying close attention to her every word and action. Although my mother has started to show crow's feet at the corners of her eyes
, her fair skin and alluring figure are still quite attractive to me.

Last night, my mother and I lay back to back in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother. I gritted my teeth and decided to secretly touch my mother
's vulva.

I pretended to be asleep and turned over, gently pressing down on my mother's body. She didn't react, just curled up and continued sleeping.

So, I mustered my courage and carefully slipped my hand under the covers. It was warm inside, and my heart pounded rapidly, my throat dry.
I swallowed hard and lightly touched my mother's buttocks with the pad of my index finger. My heart skipped a beat. "Ah!!!" My mother was only wearing underwear.

My hand traced along her round buttocks, moving to her inner thighs, trying to find a way in. My little hand cautiously advanced, but was suddenly blocked by
barbed wire It turned out that my mother's pubic hair was peeking out from the edge of her panties.

I gently rubbed my mother's pubic hair with my fingers. At this moment, my penis was painfully throbbing. I reached my other hand into my pants and started stroking it.

"Mmm..." I groaned softly, feeling so good!

My hand under the covers didn't stop there; it continued its advance, breaking through the barbed wire, reaching the entrance to the fortress. I had initially planned to sneak in through the edge of my mother's panties,
but her back was to me, and her legs were curled up together, making the gap at the edge of her panties too small to insert my fingers.

Then a sudden thought struck me: although I couldn't directly touch my mother's vulva, I could caress it through her panties. So I withdrew my forces from the main entrance and circled around
to my mother's buttocks. Relying on my memory from pornographic magazines, I carefully searched for my target.

Oh, my fingers suddenly touched a small mound—was this where my mother's vulva was? Then I gently pressed up and down with my index and middle fingers, and I could
clearly feel a slight emptiness in the middle. Yes, this was where my mother's vulva was. I was incredibly excited, and even my hand, which was stroking my penis, quickened its pace.

I used my index and middle fingers to rub my mother's vulva in an arc in the center of the mound. After a while, warm, moist air began to emerge, and my mother's panties became
slightly damp . I changed my approach again, changing the arc to a straight line, stroking back and forth along the gap in the middle of the mound from one end to the other.

"Mmm..." Mom murmured. My heart skipped a beat, and my hands froze, afraid to move lest Mom discover me.
The air freeze. After a while, seeing that Mom didn't react, I quickly and gently pulled my hand out from under her blanket.

I was overjoyed, firstly because Mom hadn't discovered what I'd done to her, and more importantly, because I had finally touched her vulva through her underwear.

I quietly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and released all the pent-up energy. I calmed myself down in the bathroom, then went to Mom's bedside.
Seeing her slightly flushed face, she looked incredibly alluring. I thought to myself: I must have you.

I climbed back into bed and lay down. Mom's slightly flushed face was still in my mind, and I soon drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, you lazybones, get up! You'll be late for school!" Mom called out, waking me up.

I lazily replied, "Okay, I know."

I threw back the covers, turned around, and got up. Looking down, I saw a curly hair lying where Mom had been sleeping. It must be Mom's pubic hair. I quickly
gathered it up and tucked it under the mattress on my side of the bed.

"Tianming (that's my name), what are you daydreaming about? Come help me." It turned out Mom had asked me to help her carry rice in the kitchen; she was tidying up.

Chapter Two: A Feast for the Senses

I followed behind Mom. Today, her back view looked exceptionally sexy. She was wearing black leggings that perfectly outlined her lower body. The curves
were alluring; her buttocks were plump and slightly upturned, swaying as she walked. Because Mom was 165 centimeters tall,
her legs looked straight and long under her loose casual t-shirt.

Mom's figure hadn't changed with age, which was inseparable from her usual exercise and scientific diet.

The sight before me made me extremely excited, and my penis swelled to its limit. I reached down to my crotch and gently pressed my penis to calm it down, and I
slightly increased the distance between myself and Mom, afraid that she would discover my secret.

Unconsciously, I found myself in the kitchen. I heard my mother say, "Sigh, it's really impossible to have a man in the house. Everything is so inconvenient. You're only 16, and I have to do all this heavy work."

I said, "Mom, it's okay, I'm here. Didn't you say I'm all grown up?" But in my heart, I was thinking, "A man? Humph, I'll definitely become your man." "

Good job, Tianming, you're a little man," my mother said.

I was a little annoyed and said to my mother, "What do you mean 'little'? A man is a man, why add 'little'?"

My mother quickly coaxed me, "Okay, okay, okay. Tianming is a man, just like Dad. Come here, go to the other end of this rice bag,
let's swing it together to the wall behind you, make some room, and tidy this up properly."

I went to the opposite side of my mother, grabbed one corner of the rice bag with both hands, and said to my mother, "I'll count to two, then we'll pull together."

My mother said to me, "I'll follow every man's command."

I quickly asked, "Everything?"

My mother said, "Yes, when your father isn't home, I'll listen to you in everything."

I smiled, secretly pleased. Mom said, "Come on, Mom, let's hook our fingers, you promised!"

Mom shook her head and smiled wryly at me, saying, "Come on, my little man."

I held out my hand, and Mom hooked my finger with hers, saying, "I reckon you're the first man in the world to hook our fingers."

I chuckled twice and said to Mom, "Thank you, Mom, you flatter me."

Mom pointed at me and said, "You, you...you little devil. Okay, let's stop talking, let's move the rice bag, Mom has a lot of work to do.
Be careful , keep your body a little distance from the rice bag when you move it, don't get your clothes dirty."

I immediately replied, "Okay, I'll be careful."

I gripped one corner of the rice bag with both hands and said to Mom, "1...2."

My mother and I strained together, lifting our arms. Suddenly, two small bulges appeared before my eyes. Because my mother's upper body was straight and her arms were straining,
her loose t-shirt clung tightly to her chest, making her breasts clearly visible, and the outline of her bra was clearly visible on them.

My previously subsided desire reignited. So big, so round! My mother's breasts must be beautiful. I felt an impulsive urge to see the true face of those "
peaks ." Unfortunately, a veil obscured them, preventing me from doing so.

I secretly decided that tonight's plan had a new target: to secretly touch my mother's breasts.

With our combined efforts, the rice bag was moved. My mother, one hand on her hip, the other gently stroking her hair, said breathlessly, "Tianming, that's enough
. You don't need to help anymore. Wash your hands and go watch TV. There's still some work to do here."

I completely ignored my mother's words, my eyes fixed on her chest. Because of the work she had just done, Mom's breathing was a little rapid, her chest rising and falling
.

"Hey," Mom called out, startling me awake.

She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? My little man, it's alright here."

I was sweating and nervous, stammering, "Nothing." Afraid Mom would discover something, I quickly turned around and said, "
It's nothing , I'm leaving." I hurried out of the kitchen.

I washed my hands and dried them. I went to the TV, sat on the sofa, and recalled the glimpse of Mom's breasts and full hips I had just seen. I thought to myself, Mom
doesn't . This strengthened my resolve; I must win Mom's heart.

Chapter Three: Fantasy Amusement

Just as I was immersed in my mother's ample hips and breasts, she came up behind me and said, "Tianming, Mom is very tired from working and sweating a lot. I need to take a shower to
relax. Do you need to go to the toilet (the toilet and bathroom are connected, so you can't use the toilet while showering)?"

I turned around and said, "Mom, you go ahead, I don't need to."

Mom then said, "Tianming, go to sleep in a bit. You have to get up early for school tomorrow, don't be late."

I said, "Okay, Mom, go take a shower. This program is almost over, I'll go to sleep soon."

Mom turned and went back to her bedroom, but I kept staring at her back, or more accurately, at her hips. Only when I heard the door close
did I reluctantly turn around. I thought to myself, Mom's plump hips have such a beautiful curve, like a crescent moon.
How wonderful it would be if I could press my little brother against them and rub back and forth in the cleft of her hips.

A "creak" pulled me back to reality from my fantasy. I turned around and looked. I saw my mother, her hair pulled back, a few strands falling across her face, wearing
a white, knee-length bathrobe and carrying a change of clothes, emerge from the bedroom. She gave me a sweet smile, which I returned, then turned
and headed towards the bathroom.

As she turned, her bathrobe billowed slightly, revealing a clear view of her thighs, just above the knees. Her long, smooth, white
thighs were flawless—absolutely perfect. Heaven truly favors my mother, giving her the best of everything.

The air around her seemed to brighten, as if colorful confetti were scattering around her. Even
the strands seemed to vie for attention, fluttering close to her cheeks, as if only in this moment did they appear truly beautiful.

At this moment, my mother was beautiful yet mature, and her figure was still... [The text abruptly cuts off here, likely due to an incomplete translation or source 　　material

. 　　] In the steamy bathroom, Mom held the showerhead, streams of water spraying onto her smooth, soft skin, exploding into tiny beads that bounced up, some landing on the floor, others returning to her skin, tracing her perfect curves and sliding down to her feet. 　　With one hand holding the showerhead, Mom rubbed her swaying body with shower gel. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips parted slightly, and she hummed softly, her legs slightly bent, leaning forward to accentuate her buttocks. A large stream of water flowed down her smooth back, along her buttocks, and down to her vulva. The water caused her pubic hair to clump together. At the tips of these clumps, streams of water dripped onto the floor. 　　With a "plop," the showerhead slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor, its spray making a hissing sound. 　　Mom lifted herself up, picked up the shower gel, and lathered her entire body with it. Her delicate body seemed draped in a thin veil, making her skin appear and disappear. 　　Then, Mom moved to the bathroom wall, her legs slightly apart, one leg straight, the other bent, toes touching the ground, her back against the wall. 　　Mom placed her hands on her thighs, using the shower gel for lubrication, rubbing her rounded thighs up and down, left and right, making a "shush" sound. Accompanied by Mom's "mmm" sounds, Mom moved her hands up to her inner thighs, slightly clenching her thighs between her hands. 　　Mom began to use her hands to rub her vulva along the outer edge of her labia majora, the pubic hair rubbing together making a "tsk tsk" sound. Mom twisted her body, her hips making circular motions, then tilted her head back, touching the back of her head to the wall, opening her lips wide, panting heavily towards the ceiling. 　　After a while, Mom's moans grew louder, longer, and deeper. "Mmm...mmm..." sounds escaped from Mom's mouth in waves. 　　Then, Mom slowly withdrew her hand, gently rubbing it from the base of her thigh, down her lower abdomen, and then moving upwards. Mom took a deep breath, her breathing becoming calmer. When the base of her hand touched the bottom of her breast, she 　　stopped moving and began to use the base of her hand to support the bottom of her breast, rubbing it in a circular motion. Mom's breast swayed up and down, back and forth in front of her eyes. When Mom's breast swayed to its highest point, she lowered her head, stuck out her thin tongue, and licked her nipple as far as she could. 　　Mother's breathing quickened again, and she moved her hands up along the back of her breasts, completely grasping them. She pressed her palms against her nipples, joined outstretched fingers, and squeezed her breasts back and forth. Streams of milky white bath fluid were squeezed out between her fingers, flowing between them.

Mom turned her head back and forth, her hair falling loosely around her face. Her buttocks pressed against the bathroom wall, rubbing up and down. She made soft "mmm" sounds.

After a while, Mom seemed tired; her back pressed against the wall, her legs spread, she slowly sat down on the floor. Then, one hand placed on her breast, kneading it back and forth, while the other
hand cupped her vulva with four fingers, rubbing it back and forth.

Gradually, Mom's body trembled slightly, and she let out soft moans. Her legs spread wider, her labia majora slightly parted, her clitoris swollen. Mom pinched her clitoris between her index and middle fingers,
rubbing her vulva, occasionally lightly touching the entrance with her middle finger. And vaginal fluid began to flow from Mom's vulva, gradually covering her hands.

At this moment, Mom used her middle finger to press against her vulva and inserted it into her vagina, all the way to the base of her finger. She squeezed out all the vaginal fluid from the base of her finger, which flowed onto the ground.
Mom let out a deep "Oh!" Then, her middle finger moved in and out of her vagina rapidly. When it withdrew, it caused the tender flesh of her
vaginal to turn inside out, and more vaginal fluid flowed down her finger. Gradually, a small puddle formed under Mom's buttocks.

After a while, Mom stood up. Because her buttocks were covered in vaginal fluid, a silvery line appeared on her buttocks as she stood. Mom took a bath towel
and placed it on the ground. She knelt down, leaned forward, raised her buttocks, supported herself with one forearm, and reached her other hand under her abdomen to her vulva,
inserting thrusting it in and out of her vagina.

Mom swayed her plump, pert buttocks, welcoming the thrusting of her middle finger.

"Oh!" sounds frequently escaped from Mom's mouth as she vigorously shook her head. Suddenly, Mom's body shuddered violently, her buttocks trembled slightly, and
she clamped her legs tightly around the hand at her vulva, remaining motionless. A moment later, a large amount of vaginal fluid dripped from between her fingers onto the floor.

Suddenly, I felt a sticky feeling in my crotch. It turned out that while I was fantasizing about Mom showering, I had unconsciously reached into my pants and
masturbated onto my underwear.

At that moment, I could still hear Mom showering in the bathroom. I quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from under the coffee table, turned off the TV, rushed to my bedroom,
took off my underwear, wiped the fluid from my penis and underwear, and crumpled the underwear into a ball, hiding it under the bed to wash later. Then I took a new pair and put
them on.

Suddenly, the shower stopped, followed by the sound of the washing machine drum. I knew Mom had finished showering
and was doing laundry; she would soon be going back to her bedroom to sleep.

I quickly ran into Mom's bedroom, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep. Thinking to myself, "I wonder what I'll get tonight."

Chapter Four: Missed Opportunity

I lay silently in bed, wondering how I could sneak up on my mother tonight. Sure enough, after a while, the sounds from the bathroom quieted down. A short while later,
I heard the creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor near my mother's bedroom door.

I quickly turned my head to face where my mother was sleeping, hoping to catch a glimpse of her getting into bed. Then I closed my eyes, pretended to be asleep, and
started snoring softly, so my mother would think I was really asleep. A moment later, Mom gently pushed open the door and came in, bringing with her the scent of bath gel. I quickly took a deep
breath , filling my nostrils and mouth with the fragrance, slowly savoring the aroma before exhaling gently. I thought to myself, "It smells so good. I really want to bury my head in Mom's
cleavage and inhale her scent deeply."

After Mom came in, she came to my side, bent down, and gently tucked the blanket around me from top to bottom,
pausing .

I felt Mom turn away from me, and I slightly opened my eyes, squinting at her. I saw her beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, with drops of water
falling from the ends to the floor. Mom walked gracefully towards her dressing table.

Under her bathrobe, her white, jade-like legs moved back and forth.

When she reached the dressing table, Mom slightly bent her legs, raised her hips, and placed her hands on them, letting the bathrobe cling to her skin. She then smoothed the bathrobe down her thighs
to the back of her legs, sitting sideways to me in the chair.

Mom picked up a comb from the dressing table, tilted her head to one side, letting her hair fall to one shoulder
. Holding her hair with one hand and the comb in the other, she combed her hair from the top of her head to the ends. Every gesture, every step Mom took was so beautiful; I thought even the imperial concubines of ancient times couldn't have been more graceful after their baths. After a while, Mom put down the comb, placed her hands on the dressing table, and silently looked at herself in the mirror. Mom didn't smile

because of her own beauty; instead, her face was blank, her brows furrowed. 　　Then, Mom raised one hand and picked up the family photo on the dressing table, gazing at it. I thought, Mom wasn't looking at herself and me, but at Dad. It was clear that Mom still loved Dad very much. 　　My heart skipped a beat. It seemed Dad still held a significant place in Mom's heart; it would take some effort to shake that. 　　Mom looked at the photo for a while, then put it back, got up to go to bed. I quickly closed my eyes again, afraid Mom would discover I was faking sleep. 　　Mom came to the bedside, sat down, and turned her back to me, giving me another chance to open my eyes. I saw Mom unbuttoning her bath towel, then loosening the waistband, and then, grasping the hem of her bathrobe, she slid it down her smooth back to her hips. 　　At that moment, my eyes widened. Mom's bare back was revealed before me, with only a few thin straps from her bra showing. Although it was just her back, it was enough to attract my gaze. Moreover, this was the first time I had seen Mom's bare back so closely. 　　The perfect curve of Mom's back, the satin-like texture, powerfully shocked my heart, making it pound with excitement. If I could lie on top of it, I would never want to get up. 　　Mom picked up the bathrobe scattered around her, placed it on the chair, and prepared to sleep. I closed my eyes at the same time, pretending to be asleep. 　　Mom remained curled up, her back to me, just like yesterday. I lay silently in bed, waiting for my chance, thinking about the scene of carrying the rice bag with Mom after dinner. A smile unconsciously appeared on my face 　　… 　　“Hey, wake up!” A voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw it was dawn. I jumped up and saw Mom standing beside me, saying , “Hurry up and get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and come to the kitchen to eat. The food is on the table. Eat and then go to school.” 　　But I didn’t listen to Mom. Instead, I was thinking, “What did I do last night? I fell asleep and missed my chance.” 　　Mom’s voice rang in my ears again, “Tianming, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up, you’ll be late for school.” 　　I looked up at Mom and said, “I’m still a little sleepy, I didn’t hear you. I’ll get up right away, you go ahead and do your work.”

Mom turned and left. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went to the kitchen.

Mom was serving porridge. When she saw me, she pointed to a chair and said, "Sit here. Finish your meal quickly so you can go to school."

I nodded and replied, "Okay, you eat quickly too."

I hurriedly finished my breakfast, said goodbye to Mom, and went to school with my backpack. Going downstairs, I felt very depressed, blaming myself for
falling asleep last night and wasting a chance.

I reached the entrance of the building. The air was exceptionally fresh because of last night's rain. I took a breath, cheered myself up, and encouraged myself that there would be other
opportunities. My mood improved.

...

Arriving at school, I entered my classroom and sat in my seat. Thinking about Mom's ample hips and breasts, I didn't even notice when class started. When the class monitor called for everyone to stand up,
I was still sitting in my chair. It was only when my deskmate kicked my chair leg that I snapped out of it, immediately stood up, and joined everyone in saying "Hello, teacher,"
before sitting back down.

I spent the morning in a daze, not even remembering what the teacher said. I even ignored my best friend, Big Bird, who I usually walk home with after school, and went home by myself.

Chapter Five: Mom's Underwear

I hurried home, knowing there was something very important to do: I hadn't washed those dirty underwear yet.

Back home, I rushed into my bedroom, took the dirty underwear from under the bed, went to the bathroom, and put it in the laundry tub. I didn't dare use
the washing machine , firstly because I was afraid it wouldn't get clean, and secondly because it would be too noisy and I wouldn't be able to answer if Mom suddenly came home.

I soaked the underwear, sprinkled some laundry detergent, grabbed it, and scrubbed it vigorously. I only stopped scrubbing when I thought Mom wouldn't notice anything, then I
wrung it out and took it to the balcony to dry.

I picked up a clothes hanger from the windowsill and hung up the underwear. I casually unfastened my mother
's underwear; it felt very soft to the touch. Then, I spread it open with both hands and could see the crotch was slightly yellowed. I lowered my head and cupped my mother
's underwear in my hands, trying to smell her private parts, but I could only smell the scent of laundry detergent.

Then, I suddenly remembered that I had a treasure: a pubic hair I had found that morning in the place where my mother slept.

I ran quickly to my mother's bedroom, lifted the bedsheet, and there it was, still the shiny black pubic hair. I picked it up and went back to the balcony, placing it between the bottom of her underwear and holding it to my nose again. Although there wasn't much of a smell, I could imagine the scent of my mother's private parts by rubbing the pubic hair against my nose. There was
a fishy, musty smell, but I didn't dislike it. Instead, I inhaled deeply, rubbing my nose against my mother's underwear.

I breathed softly, holding my mother's underwear in one hand and reaching down to my groin with the other, rubbing my penis through her outer pants.

Gradually, my penis swelled to its maximum. I unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, and pulled my penis out from the side of my underwear, gripping it and
stroking it vigorously.

I writhed and lowered my head, only to see my glans sometimes covered by the foreskin and sometimes exposed, with clear fluid flowing from
the urethral opening, making it slippery.

The fluid caused the foreskin to rub against the glans, making it even slicker and more pleasurable. So, I quickened my pace and stroked my
penis .

A moment later, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back, my body shuddered, and my buttocks trembled slightly as semen shot from the urethral opening. But I didn't stop
; I continued to stroke my penis vigorously. "Oh, oh, oh," I groaned as streams of semen arced onto the balcony
wall, then flowed down it.

After a while, I calmed down, put my mother's underwear aside, squatted down, took out a tissue from my pocket, and wiped the semen from my other hand and penis
. Then, I pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. Then, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took out a tissue, bent down, and wiped
the semen that had sprayed onto the balcony wall.

I casually threw the tissue out the window.

I turned around and saw that my mother's underwear was crumpled into a ball. I unfolded it with both hands; it was covered in creases, and the [sexually suggestive text] was gone.

I placed my mother's underwear on one palm and rubbed it with the other to smooth it out, thinking, "I was too careless this time. It would be
terrible if Mom found out I'd touched her underwear." I then carefully placed the underwear on the table again, and... Suddenly
, I heard a "click" as the door opened. I thought, "Mom's back. Will she know what I'm worried about?"

Chapter Six: Mixed Feelings

While I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling me from outside. I quickly ran to the door and saw her carrying several bags,
turning looking for me, a rare smile on her face. In my memory, Mom rarely smiled after Dad went on his business trip. I thought, "Mom must have something happy

to tell me today." Seeing me approach, Mom smiled and said, "Tianming, I have great news for you. Your dad is coming back tomorrow."

I was stunned for a moment, thinking, "So that's why Mom's so happy today. Dad's coming back. Now I can't secretly touch Mom
's body for a while. What am I going to do?"

Seeing my slow reaction, Mom said, "Aren't you happy that Dad's coming back?"

I immediately forced a smile and replied, "No, I was wondering what gift Dad would bring me back this time."

"You, all you ever think about is gifts," Mom said with a smile. She paused for a moment, then added, "I've already asked my boss for leave. I don't need to
work

. I need to get ready to welcome your father." Mom turned and walked towards her bedroom, saying, "I bought some things at the mall on my way home from work today, so I'm late. Lunch will have to be simple;
I can only make noodles for you. You can watch TV for a while. I'll put these things away first and then cook for you."

I replied, "Okay," and turned to watch TV.

A moment later, I heard my mother calling me from the kitchen, "Tianming, come eat, it's ready."

I went to the kitchen and saw a steaming bowl of noodles on the table with a poached egg on top. My mother stood beside me, pointing to the bowl of noodles, and said, "
Eat quickly, I'll go tidy up the house first."

My mother turned and left.

Just as I was eating my noodles, I heard my mother calling me from the balcony, "Tianming, come here for a second."

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "Oh no, Mom found out, what should I do?" Then I thought again, "She'll find out eventually. If
Mom questions me, I'll tell her how I feel about her, and see how she reacts."

I went to the balcony anxiously and saw my mother standing there, holding a stack of clothes. Her underwear was on top of the stack, but she didn't
look angry at all; she was still smiling. I thought, "Maybe because I knew Dad was coming back tomorrow, I was so happy and only thought about him that I didn't notice
my underwear had been moved. But why did she call me here?"

When Mom saw me, she pointed to the underwear on the clothesline and said, "You washed these, didn't you?"

I replied, "Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"

Mom said, "Tianming has grown up and knows how to help Mom with chores. Mom is going to the market this afternoon to buy groceries for your dad's tomorrow. What do you want? I'll bring it
back for you as a reward."

My heart finally settled down, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought for a moment and said, "Anything is fine?"

Mom said, "Of course, tell me what you want."

I immediately replied, "Mom, I don't want anything, I just want you to kiss me. You used to kiss me a lot when I was little, let me find that feeling again."

Mom's face turned slightly red, and she raised her hand and said, "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of your mother, are you looking for a beating?"

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, Mom was angry! I closed my eyes in fright. But after a while, Mom's hand didn't land on my face. Instead, I felt
a lip touch my cheek.

I opened my eyes and saw my mother chuckling at me, placing her hands on my shoulders and saying, "Tianming, don't be afraid. You're my precious darling,
how could I bear to hit you? I'll do anything you ask."

A smile spread across my face, and I said, "Mom, you're so good."

My mother said, "Go back and eat. After you finish, lie down in bed for a while so you'll be energetic for school this afternoon. I still have some things to do."

I turned and went back to eat.

A little while later, I finished eating and went to my bedroom, lying on my bed (I only sleep with my mother at night), recalling my mother
's kiss. It's a pity that when my mother kissed me, I was startled by her initial movement and mistook it for a hit, so I didn't savor it properly; I only felt
a warm, moist sensation, and her lips were so soft…

In

my dazed state, I was shaken awake. My mother said, "Get up, it's time to go to school."

I got out of bed, found a towel to wipe my face, and went to school, saying "bye-bye" to my mother as I left

…

In class that afternoon, I was distracted, letting the teacher lecture while I thought about my own things.

Today, although I knew Dad was coming back and I wouldn't be able to sleep with Mom anymore, I was still relieved that Mom hadn't noticed her underwear had been touched.
And I even received an unexpected bonus: a kiss from Mom, which was still something to be happy about.

Thinking about it, I thought, "Dad won't be back until tomorrow, so isn't there another chance tonight?"

Chapter Seven: Dad's Return

After school in the afternoon, I smelled a delicious aroma as soon as I entered the house. I went to the kitchen and saw a table full of dishes, and Mom was still cooking.

Mom turned to me and said, "You're in for a treat. Go wash your hands and try my cooking."

I said, "No need to taste it, I can tell it's delicious just by the smell."

Mom chuckled and said, "You didn't eat any honey at noon today, why is your mouth so sweet?"

I thought to myself, "It's from your kiss." But I said aloud, "It's nothing, I've always been like this, you just never noticed before."

Mom laughed and said, "Go wash your hands, I can't argue with you."

I said, "Okay," and turned to leave.

I came back after wiping my hands and saw Mom holding the dish she had just cooked. She said to me, "This is the last one. Come sit down. Let's try it together."

Mom and I sat facing each other in the chairs. I picked up a piece of food, and then I saw Mom looking at me. I knew Mom wanted to tell
how the food tasted from my expression. So, I decided to joke with Mom and frowned.

Suddenly, Mom's face tensed up, and she said to me, "Is it not good?"

I thought for a moment, and then suddenly said loudly, "Mom, it's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious food before!"

A smile reappeared on Mom's face, like a lotus flower blooming. She said to me, "I'll try some too."

"That's good. Your dad will be very happy to eat it when he comes back tomorrow," Mom said to me.

I said, "Yes, he will."

...

Although I knew that Mom had prepared this dinner for Dad, and I was just tasting the food, I was still very happy because I was eating with Mom.

After dinner, as usual, I finished my homework and went to the living room to watch TV. After watching TV for a while, I went to Mom's bedroom and lay down on the bed. Thinking to myself,
"Tonight is my last chance, I have to seize it."

Mom went to bed especially early tonight, quickly lying down next to me. I thought, "Great, this gives me a better chance."

I waited silently, but Mom kept tossing and turning, making it impossible for me to make a move. Thinking, "Forget it, tonight's a lost cause. Mom must be too excited to sleep because
Dad coming home tomorrow."

So, I stopped having any impure thoughts and went to sleep quietly.

...

The next day, I unexpectedly woke up on my own. I turned around and saw Mom wasn't beside me. I went outside and saw that Mom was making breakfast in the kitchen.

I went to Mom's side, and she turned around and saw me beside her, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, why are you up so early?"

I said, "I don't know, I couldn't sleep, so I got up."

Mom said, "Me too. Your dad's coming home today. I thought if I went to bed early yesterday, I'd be in good spirits to greet him, but who would have thought I wouldn't sleep well all night?"

I felt a little jealous and said to Mom, "Mom, you cook, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face."

Mom said, "Go ahead, the food will be ready soon."

After washing up, I went to the kitchen, where the food was already laid out on the table. I sat down to eat. Just then, Mom said to me, "Come home early
from school to have lunch with Dad."

I said, "Okay." I thought to myself, "Dad is still Dad. Without him, I wouldn't exist. I can't have any
complaints . I should come home early to celebrate Dad's return with Mom."

...

When I got home from school at noon, I rushed upstairs. As I approached the door, I heard Mom and Dad talking jokingly inside. I took out my key, pushed the door open,
and the noise stopped.

Just then, Mom came out of the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. I thought, "Mom and Dad must have made love before I got back."

She came up to me and said, "Go see who's back. They're waiting for you to eat."

I said to Mom, "I don't even need to guess, it's Dad. Where is he now?"

Mom pointed to the kitchen and said, "Over there."

I went to the kitchen and saw Dad sitting in a chair. When he saw me come in, he said, "Come here. As soon as I got back, your mom told me you were waiting for my
gift. Guess what I brought you?"

It was really hard to guess because Dad always brought me different gifts when he came back. I shook my head and said, "I don't know, you always bring different
gifts when you come back."

Just then, Mom came over and said to Dad, "Stop teasing our son, give it to him quickly."

Dad chuckled, slowly raised his right hand, and said to me, "Look, the latest Nintendo PS2 game console."

I quickly snatched it from Dad's hand, saw it was "GT Racing 2," and jumped up excitedly, shouting, "Long live Dad!"

Dad then said to me, "Go, put it away, time to eat."

I put the gift Dad gave me back in my bedroom, came back, and sat down to eat.

I quickly finished my meal, my mind only on taking the game console to play with my best friend, Big Bird, because we're both racing enthusiasts.

I wiped my mouth and said to my mom and dad, who were still eating, "I'm going to school."

My mom asked in surprise, "Why so early? Aren't you going to take a nap?"

I pretended to say, "I made plans with Big Bird, so I'll get to school early." My

mom said, "Oh, go ahead then, don't be late because you're playing around."

I said, "Okay, Mom, goodbye Dad."

I turned and left, and as I passed the living room, I quickly called Big Bird to arrange a meeting place before rushing downstairs.

...

When I got home from school in the afternoon, I didn't dare watch TV as usual after dinner and homework, because my dad was home, and he was still very
strict . So, after finishing my homework, I reviewed my books for a while before going to sleep. Because of my dad's return and having my own bed, my fantasies about my mom's body faded,
and my mind wasn't filled with inappropriate thoughts, so I fell asleep quickly.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard moans and "slapping" sounds coming from my mother's bedroom next door. My mind instantly sharpened, my heart pounding
. Were Mom and Dad making love? I thought, "Even though I can't touch Mom anymore, eavesdropping on them isn't so bad."

I didn't dare wear slippers, so I crept barefoot to Mom's bedroom door. Because it was dark, the room was exceptionally quiet, and with only one door, I could
clearly hear the sounds inside.

"Oh, oh..." Mom moaned, saying, "Hao... Hao-ge (my dad's name is Tianhao), um... yes, right there, harder. Um..."

The "slapping" sounds grew louder and more rhythmic. I imagined Mom's plump buttocks were sticking out, letting Dad penetrate her from behind. That's why
the "slapping" sound came from the impact of his abdomen against her buttocks when he thrust in and out.

Outside the door, infected by the atmosphere, my penis instantly became erect. So, I pulled out my penis and started stroking it in rhythm with the "slap slap" sound.
I only breathed in and out slowly through my nose, trying hard not to let out a loud moan.

"Mmm...mmm, little...slut, fuck...fuck you to death."

"Oh...I...I can't...live anymore, oh...oh...big...cock brother, fuck me to death, oh..."

I never imagined that my usually very proper mother and father would be so crazy when they made love. I increased the frequency of my stroking.

“Slut…mmm…your…pussy is so tight, mmm…good…ass…shaking…shaking so…so good, mmm…pussy…clamping
…so…so comfortable. mmm…”

“Mmm…little…little slut…so much…water, flowing…all over…my…legs.”

“Oh…can it not be…not much, little…slut…slutty pussy…fast…oh…I haven’t been fucked in a month.”

“Mmm…rotten pussy…mmm…fuck you to death, you dare…lie to me…I lied.”

“Oh…no…no…really…no.”

“Mmm…this…this morning…and…this afternoon…who…was…moaning…on this…bed, and…like you
…now…big…big cock…big cock…calling.”

“Oh…you…scared…me, I…I, I said…a month…not…not including…today.”

"Mmm... little... little slut... don't... be afraid, I'm just... teasing... you."

I was right. Before I came back today, Mom and Dad had already made love, and after I left at noon, they did it again.

"Oh, you... you're so naughty."

"Men... aren't... bad, women... don't love that."

Moans and "slap slap" sounds filled the air.

A moment later, the "slap slap" sounds intensified, and Dad groaned continuously: "Oh oh oh oh..."

"Big... big cock... cock brother... wait... for me a moment, I... am... going to... come, hmph hmph hmph... I'm going to heaven... hmph hmph hmph
..."

"Oh... I'm coming... it's flowing out... yes... just keep it there... don't rush to pull your big cock out, oh... it feels so good."

A moment later, the sounds from Mom's bedroom ceased. Although I hadn't ejaculated yet, I no longer dared to masturbate, afraid of making a sound that would disturb them.

I listened quietly to the sounds inside; only deep breathing could be heard.

A moment later, Dad asked, "Honey, did it feel good just now?"

"Mmm, Tianhao, it felt really good," Mom replied.

Dad chuckled and said, "Why aren't you calling me 'Big Dick Brother' anymore?"

Mom said, slightly annoyed, "It's all because of you, I couldn't help myself." She continued, "Look at you, you're covered in sweat. Don't lie on top of me anymore, let
me get up so I can find some tissues to wipe your sweat and then wipe your private parts."

"Okay," Dad replied.

A moment later, a "scratching" sound was heard.

"Honey, I'm done. Come on, let me help you clean up."

"No need, I'll do it myself. The more you help, the more messy it gets."

"Hehe, okay then, you do it yourself."

"Lie down first, I'll go to the closet and find some underwear to change out of this dirty one, then I'll sleep with you."

"Is it the same style you wore this morning and at noon?"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, it makes you look so sexy, especially from behind, the fabric is so tight it's practically naked."

"I can't even look at it now, I told you to take it off before we did it, but you wouldn't listen. I bought these two yesterday, and you've gotten them all dirty." "

It's okay, you can wash them and wear them for me tomorrow."

"But there's no chance now, I've thrown them in the trash."

"Why?"

"If you want me to wash them, where am I supposed to hang them to dry? What will he think of me if he sees them tomorrow? Besides, it's not good for him either." "

You're so thoughtful. I'll buy you a few more pairs someday, then let's see what you have to say."

"Okay, stop talking, go to sleep. You just got back today, you must be tired."

"Yeah, I am tired. Come here, come to my arms, let's sleep together."

Soon, probably because Dad had just returned from his business trip and Mom was with the person she loved, Mom's bedroom quickly became quiet,
with only Dad's snoring audible.

I touched my penis, thinking, "Mom said there are panties in the trash can covered in her and Dad's semen after they made love. If I'm lucky, Mom
hasn't taken out the trash yet, so those two panties should still be there."

I tiptoed to the bathroom, squatted next to the trash can, and sure enough, I found a square paper package inside. I opened it, and a pungent smell rushed into my nostrils.
"Ah!" This was the smell of Dad and Mom's semen mixed together. I picked them up, one in each hand. I looked at them from all sides; they were so thin. Through the fabric,
I could vaguely see what was behind them, and there were patches of semen stains on the panties.

This time, I no longer had to worry about soiling my mother's underwear or her discovering that someone had touched it. So I wrapped one of my penises around it and rubbed
it; I covered my nose with the other and deeply inhaled the scent of her vaginal fluid. Just like last time when I masturbated on the balcony, this time I climaxed again, even
more intensely than before.

I went back to my bedroom, found a plastic bag, wrapped them up, and stored them away for future masturbation.

Then, I climbed back into bed and fell fast asleep.

Chapter Eight: I Lost My Virginity

My father had been back for a few days. At night, I often eavesdropped on the seductive sounds my mother and father made while they were having sex. Perhaps because my mother and father
were together , after they finished making love, they no longer engaged in verbal teasing like the night my father returned from his business trip. After both of them reached orgasm, they went to sleep, and
the frequency of their sex had also decreased, becoming sporadic.

Gradually, I stopped eavesdropping outside the door so often. I only went occasionally when I thought of my mother's ample hips and breasts, and at the same time, I would masturbate with her underwear,
ejaculating onto it.

...

This day was Friday. When I came home from school at noon, I saw my mother chatting with a woman slightly older than her outside the building.

When my mother saw me coming over, she said to me, "Tianming, come and greet her. This is Aunt Yun from apartment 501 next door."

I turned to Aunt Yun and said, "Hello, Aunt Yun."

Aunt Yun smiled, patted my head, and said meaningfully, "Good boy, you're as sensible as an adult."

Looking at Aunt Yun's smile, I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Just then, Mom said to Aunt Yun, "Sister Yun, my son is back. I
have to go back and cook. He has to go to school this afternoon, so I can't chat with you anymore. Let's have a good chat another day when we're free."

Aunt Yun said to Mom, "Okay, go back quickly, don't delay the child's school."

Mom put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Tianming, say goodbye to Aunt Yun.

" I waved to Aunt Yun and said, "Goodbye, Aunt Yun."

Aunt Yun had that strange smile again, waved to me, and said, "Goodbye."

Mom turned and walked towards our building entrance. When we got to the door, I turned around and saw Aunt Yun still standing in the same spot, looking at me
with that same smile.

I turned back and followed Mom upstairs, thinking, "What kind of person is Aunt Yun?"

When we got home, I asked Mom, "Is Aunt Yun your colleague?"

"No."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Our balcony and hers are diagonally opposite. Mom often sees her when she's working on her balcony. When they meet, they smile and nod, which is considered
a greeting. We both live in the same building, so we often see each other outside. That's how we got to know each other. But today is the first time we've spoken, and she was the one who initiated it."

My heart skipped a beat. I thought, "Did she see me masturbating with Mom's underwear on the balcony that day? And she certainly won't tell Mom about it." I
started to worry, but then I thought again, "No, if she told, Mom wouldn't..." "That's her attitude."

My mother's voice rang in my ears again: "Your Aunt Yun is a nice person, but she's divorced and doesn't have any children, so she lives a lonely life. Oh,
Tianming, I forgot to cook while we were chatting. You study for a while, and Mom will cook so we can eat together when your father comes home."

I said to my mother, "Okay, go ahead, Dad will be back soon."

I went to my bedroom, sat down in a chair, and held a book in my hand, but I was thinking, "Did Aunt Yun find out? If she did, why was she
smiling at me like that? Could it be..."

"Forget it, don't think about it. What could she possibly want from me? Besides, she's pretty, and her breasts are even bigger than Mom's."

Just then, Dad came home. And, a little while later, Mom had finished cooking. Our family sat down to eat together.

...

After school in the afternoon, as I walked into the building, I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Tianming."

I turned around and saw that it was Aunt Yun calling me.

"Aunt Yun, is there something you need?"

"Come to Aunt Yun's on Sunday, Aunt Yun wants to talk to you."

I didn't ask what it was about, because I already had a feeling that Aunt Yun had found out I was masturbating with my mother's underwear on the balcony. Aunt Yun probably wouldn't tell
my mother; if she were going to, she would have already. I'd see what Aunt Yun said to me on Sunday.

I said, "Okay," and turned to go upstairs.

...

On Sunday, I got up very early and lied to my mother, saying I was going to Big Bird's house, but actually went to Aunt Yun's house. I nervously knocked on Aunt Yun's door, my heart
pounding.

"Who is it?" came Aunt Yun's voice from inside.

With a creak, the door opened. I saw Aunt Yun standing in the doorway, wearing pajamas and looking sleepy. Seeing me, she immediately perked up and said, "
Tianming , come in quickly! I didn't expect you to come so early."

I said, "The sooner I come, the sooner we can finish talking. I still have to go back and do my homework."

Aunt Yun chuckled and said, "You're so young, but you're quite efficient."

"Look, you're here so early, I haven't even prepared anything. Sit on the sofa for a bit, have some fruit on the coffee table, I'll go back to my bedroom for a bit, I'll be right
back."

"Okay."

She gave me a charming smile, turned and went back to her bedroom. I don't know what she did in there, but she came out a short while later and came to my side. I don't know if it was intentional
or not, but the neckline of her nightgown was very low, revealing a deep cleavage. A scent of cologne wafted into my nostrils, making me involuntarily take a deep
breath.

Aunt Yun chuckled and asked, "Does it smell good?"

I felt my face getting hot, and remained silent, not answering Aunt Yun's question.

"Oh, why aren't you eating fruit? Here, let me peel a banana for you."

As she bent down to get the banana, my heart skipped a beat. Aunt Yun wasn't wearing a bra; her two large breasts swayed before my eyes, and I could see
the waves of milk rippling across them. My little brother instantly swelled to its maximum size, pressing hard against my crotch, creating a small tent. I thought, "I hope Aunt Yun doesn't find out."

When Aunt Yun picked out the largest banana from the fruit plate and was about to get up, I quickly looked away.

A moment later, Aunt Yun brought the peeled banana to me and said, "Eat it."

[The End]

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