Mom and Director Zhang

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The summer heat was unbearable, and it hardly rained at all during the summer vacation. Dad left after only a few days at home.
Actually, the work on the construction site wasn't that busy. I don't know if Dad didn't want to face Mom or
missed his gambling buddies at the site, but anyway, Dad left. The other day, Director Zhang came and, seeing Dad wasn't home,
sighed deeply to Mom and me, saying that no one was there to drink with him anymore.

But surprisingly, I didn't see a trace of sadness on Mom's face when Dad left. On the contrary, she
seemed relieved. Perhaps, in Mom's eyes, she finally didn't have to be groped by Director Zhang in front of Dad anymore,
finally didn't have to face both men who had taken advantage of her at the same time.

I don't know why, but seeing his discomfiture made me happy. I glanced at Director Zhang and, seeing his
sullen expression, deliberately teased him, "What's wrong, Lao Zhang? Is my dad making you so reluctant to let him go?" I don't
know when it started, but I also started calling him Lao Zhang, just like Mom did. Mom had said it was impolite, but
Lao Zhang himself didn't mind at all and always responded to me cheerfully.

Director Zhang sat upright on my sofa, glanced at me, then at my mother, and said, "Ask your mother
. She knows why I didn't want your father to leave."

My mother blushed, spat at Director Zhang, and said, "What nonsense are you spouting in front of the child? Say it again and
I'll sew your mouth shut." Then she chuckled. Perhaps my father's departure had made her feel a bit more at ease.

I looked at the two of them suspiciously, feeling they were hiding something from me. But with my mother there, I couldn't directly ask
Director Zhang, so I suppressed my curiosity and planned to find an opportunity to ask him what was going on.

Even at night, it was sweltering in the summer heat. All the doors and windows were open, but not a breath of cool air
came in. The ceiling fan was on full blast, blowing hot air. Back then, my family was poor;
we didn't have money for air conditioning. Director Zhang drank glass after glass of water, saying, "Yangyang, your house
is so hot!"

I rolled my eyes at him. Of course it's hot in summer! He said, "It's hot, yet you still came. If you feel hot,
don't come again."

Director Zhang didn't take it seriously and instead chuckled, "Do you think I wanted to come?" He then looked at
my mother, "Isn't it because your mother missed me and insisted that I come? Isn't that right, Xiaoxia?"

My mother glared at Director Zhang while picking vegetables, "You're already talking nonsense before even having a drink. Who told you to come
? Didn't you shamelessly insist on coming?" After saying that, my mother said to me, "Yangyang, don't listen to your
Uncle Zhang's nonsense."

I looked at my mother, and I couldn't tell if it was because of the heat or something else, but her face was slightly flushed and she had a smile on her lips.
I felt I couldn't let Director Zhang keep taking advantage of us, so I said to him again, "If you're feeling hot,
could you install an air conditioner for us?"

Director Zhang slapped his thigh, "Yangyang is so smart! I almost forgot. I'll have someone install
one tomorrow. Don't tell me you didn't want me to come, okay? I'll do my part for your family
!"

I didn't expect Director Zhang to actually agree, but then I thought, even though I didn't know my mother's attitude, he would come anyway,
so I might as well let him spend a little money; that would make me feel a little better.

My mother didn't object to Director Zhang installing an air conditioner for our house. After all, she's the kind of person
who enjoys life. Besides being forced by circumstances, she was with Director Zhang to make ends
meet; who wouldn't want to be cool in the summer? My mother never admitted that being with Director Zhang
was promiscuous, driven by her own desires.

While my mother was cooking, I finally had a chance to talk to Director Zhang. I turned to look at Director Zhang.
"Old Zhang, what's going on between you and Mom? Are you hiding something from me?"

Director Zhang chuckled as he smoked, "What? Don't you already
know ?"

"Old Zhang, don't play dumb. You two have been acting so strangely these past few days. You're definitely hiding something from me." How
could I be fooled by Director Zhang's words?

Old Zhang leaned back on the sofa, looking at me calmly, his eyes full of smugness. "Your
dad found out about your mom!"

"How is that possible?" I opened my mouth in shock, staring at Director Zhang in disbelief. My dad found out,
yet dared to show up at my house so openly. Wasn't he afraid my dad would fight him to the death? No, that can't be right.
If my dad already found out, how could they still be sitting together drinking? There must be something else going on
. Could it be! Could it be that my dad doesn't care about him and Mom at all? Or perhaps Director Zhang gave my dad a benefit he couldn't
refuse .

Director Zhang looked at me calmly, as if everything was under his control. "That's right, just as you
thought. Although your dad found out about your mom and me, he didn't object to it."

"How is that possible!" This time I used a statement of fact. Although I didn't want to believe it,
hearing Director Zhang admit it himself shocked me beyond words.

"Because of your mom and me, when your dad first found out, his expression was similar to yours now. But
I gave your dad a large sum of money, and he accepted it." Director Zhang didn't tell me about my dad's gambling, afraid I might
accidentally let it slip to my mom. "You don't need to be too surprised. You're still young, so you might think this is a
big deal, but these kinds of things happen often in the adult world." After saying that, Director Zhang stared at me.
"Yangyang, don't worry, I won't hurt your mom, I won't hurt your family."

I was still immersed in my dad's attitude towards this matter, and I couldn't believe that my dad could tolerate this
happening to me. The key point was that my dad could also tolerate Director Zhang continuing to associate with my mom! This matter
was a huge blow to me, directly overturning the values I had cultivated over the years.

I've always believed that a man should never allow anyone to defile his woman. If his woman is
insulted, it's either him or me—there's no other choice. Although I accepted Director Zhang's
relationship with my mother, I believed she was an adult, and I was still a child, with no right to interfere with her actions. But my father is
different! My mother is his woman! How could he tolerate this? Is money
really that important? First, it led to my mother's infidelity, then it silenced my father.

This incident planted a seed in my heart. It turns out that in the adult world, power and money are indeed so important.
I must be rich and powerful in the future, otherwise, when I grow up, will I be like my father, manipulated by others? No way!

"How much money did you give my dad?" I calmed down. I wanted to know how much money it would take
to bribe my dad, or rather, how much a woman like my mom was worth in the adult world.

Director Zhang drank a glass of water, wiped the sweat from his face, and said, "Two hundred thousand." He looked pained as he finished speaking.

At that time, I didn't have much of a concept of money, and I didn't know what two hundred thousand meant for a family. I
just gave a simple "oh."

Director Zhang continued, "Yangyang, what do you think about this?"

Actually, I wanted to say that since my dad agreed, what could I say? But I couldn't say it. I glared at
Director Zhang, "Just don't go too far."

Director Zhang chuckled and didn't say anything more.

To be honest, after so much time, I've basically gotten used to what happened between my mom and Director Zhang. At
first, I felt guilty and remorseful, mainly because of my dad. I felt like I was
their . Now that my dad knows, I really don't care anymore. I even felt a little anticipation,
a desire to see Director Zhang's seductive manner after sleeping with my mother. The thought of my mother's moans and gasps actually
excited me. At the time, I had no idea what this psychology stemmed from—was it revenge? Revenge for my mother's infidelity?
Or was it just my own desire? It wasn't until much later that I realized
the excitement I felt upon discovering the private affairs of those close to me, especially someone like my mother, stemmed from two things: curiosity and
a feeling of being cuckolded.

When my father discovered my mother's affair with Director Zhang and that she had accepted his money, it initially
broke 's heart. She felt she wasn't important to her husband at all. Gradually, she came to terms with it;
wasn't she with Director Zhang also for money?

My father's indulgence, or rather, betrayal, made her more promiscuous. Since her husband didn't care about her,
why should she feel guilty? Humans are strange creatures; once things seem settled,
everything else becomes natural.

At dinner, my mother sat calmly next to Director Zhang; I didn't see a trace of
shyness . Before, when we ate together, my mother always sat next to me. Even when Director Zhang asked her
to sit next to him, she always seemed reluctant. I sneered inwardly, "Mom, don't you
care about your son's opinion?"

Sitting next to Director Zhang, she would occasionally put food on my plate and sometimes even put some on
his plate too. At first, Director Zhang didn't seem to mind, but after drinking some alcohol, he started going too far
.

When my mother put food on his plate, he acted like a child, letting
her feed him. "Xiaoxia, if you put food in my bowl, I have to pick it up myself again. You might as well just put it
in my mouth." I don't know when it started, but Director Zhang began calling my mother "Xiaoxia" to my face. I
remember it was always my father who called her that.

Mom blushed and glared at Director Zhang. "You're so lazy! How old are you that I still have to feed you? You
can reach it yourself. Are you still a child? Yangyang doesn't let me feed him, and you still want me to? Don't even think about it!" After saying that, Mom
put a piece of meat in my bowl. "Yangyang, eat up, don't pay attention to your Uncle Zhang!"

Director Zhang grinned foolishly at Mom. This man in his fifties was actually acting like a child towards Mom. "That's
right, I'm still a child. Are you going to feed me or not? If you don't, I'll drink milk!"

Mom spat, her face turning red. She probably
felt "Have you no shame! What nonsense are you talking about in front of Yangyang!"

Director Zhang chuckled. "What's wrong? You want me to drink milk if it's not in front of Yangyang?" After saying that, he actually grabbed
Mom's plump breasts!

"Ah! What are you doing!" Mom blushed and pinched Director Zhang's arm. She seemed angry, but to
me it looked more like flirting.

"Look at you, you won't feed me, you say I'm a child but you won't let me breastfeed, what's wrong with that
? Didn't you let Yangyang breastfeed when he was little?" Director Zhang said, gesturing wildly and spouting nonsense
.

Seeing Director Zhang treat her like this in front of me made my mother incredibly ashamed. "Stop talking nonsense, okay?
Fine, I'll feed you, okay? Eat something to shut your mouth!" My mother actually picked up some food
and put it to Director Zhang's mouth. Director Zhang opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, then slowly picked up his wine glass, looking at me smugly,
as if showing off.

What's there to show off? My mother can feed you but not me? Seeing Director Zhang's smug look made me angry
, and I said to my mother, "Mom, I want you to feed me too!"

Seeing me sulking with Director Zhang, my mother chuckled, "You two, I'll just consider you two
children ." Saying this, my mother picked up some food and fed me a bite.

Director Zhang continued drinking and laughing foolishly, still gesturing wildly towards my mother. Although Mom said she was angry
, her expression clearly showed she wasn't really angry; she was just ashamed in front of me. Seeing that Mom
wasn't angry, Director Zhang became even more excited. Teasing Mom in front of me seemed to provoke him greatly.
"So you really dare to treat me like your son? No way! Since you consider me your son, I
have to have a taste of your milk!" He then climbed onto Mom.

Director Zhang and Mom were already close, and with his sudden attack, Mom was caught off guard and
he pinned her down. "Ugh, what are you doing!" Mom struggled fiercely, but Director Zhang
, being a grown man, wasn't easily freed. He pressed down on Mom, saying,
"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to drink your milk," while forcefully pressing down on Mom's arms. With his other hand, he
lifted Mom's clothes, his eyes gleaming as he stared at her large breasts encased in her bra.
He then knelt between her breasts and began licking them.

"No! No, you're crazy, get up!" The mother struggled desperately, twisting her body
to escape Director Zhang's assault. But she couldn't break free of his grasp. She was almost crying with shame
. "No, stop it! Let me go, let me get up!"

Director Zhang lay on her chest, his head buried between her breasts, chuckling. "Let me..."
"You can make a fuss, but only if you let me have a sip of your milk peacefully!"

"Oh my! Are you crazy?!" Mom tightly closed her eyes, her struggles gradually lessening. Taking advantage of
Mom's inattention, Director Zhang suddenly pulled
open , and then took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Ah! Be gentle! That's enough!" Mom cried out in surprise, tightly closing her eyes, not daring to look at me. I don't know
when, but Director Zhang released Mom's hand, and Mom pushed Director Zhang's head away forcefully.
As Director Zhang's head left Mom's breast, I saw Mom's large breast tremble slightly, the purplish-black
nipple standing erect in the middle of her white breast. After breaking free from Director Zhang, Mom's face turned as red as blood.
She quickly stuffed her breasts into her bra, pulled up her shirt, and started
punching . "Ugh, I'll beat you to death, for bullying me!"

Mom's fists landed on Director Zhang's body, but his thick skin felt like a tickle.
Director Zhang laughed heartily.

I watched Mom's shy playful fight with Director Zhang with excitement. Far from feeling disgusted, I felt
particularly excited and thrilled. Seeing Mom being teased by Director Zhang, and since Mom herself wasn't angry, why should I
feel sorry for her?

"Ugh, it's so hot in this summer, I'm sweating buckets, it's going to kill me!" Director Zhang said,
then raised his arm and took off his t-shirt. Then I said to my mother, "Xiaoqin, aren't you hot? Why don't you
take off your shirt? Look, your clothes are all sweaty."

I looked at my mother, and sure enough, because of her playful fight with Director Zhang, her shirt was soaking
wet and clung to her body. My mother's face

was flushed, and she glared fiercely at Director Zhang. "You have the nerve to say that? It was all because of your playful antics
! Who's as shameless as you, you stinky man? I'm going to change my clothes." With that, my mother
ran back to her bedroom, her face still red.

I looked at Director Zhang smugly, thinking, "How about that? Your little scheme failed, didn't it? Hehe." But
I was actually a little disappointed.

Director Zhang watched my mother waddle back to her bedroom and said to me, "Yangyang, you eat first. I
'll go pick out some clothes for your mother to change into." With that, Director Zhang got up unsteadily and walked towards my mother's bedroom.

As I ate my food, I kept thinking about what had happened between the two of them in the bedroom, and suddenly the delicious food in front of me lost
its flavor. I wanted to sneak a peek into the bedroom, but I was afraid my mother would suddenly come out and see me, so I could only
sit here, my heart pounding, listening to my mother's laughter coming from inside.

When Director Zhang entered the bedroom, my mother had just taken off her t-shirt. Because he entered so quietly,
she didn't notice. Director Zhang grabbed her from behind, hugging her waist. My mother screamed in fright,
"What are you doing! What are you doing in here!"

Director Zhang hugged her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder and whispering in her ear, "What do you think I'm
doing here? I'm here to suck your breasts!" As he spoke, his hand, still around her waist, was already grasping her breast through her
bra .

My mother, her eyes closed, was breathing heavily, her face slightly flushed. "Stop it, close the door!" Director Zhang
kicked the door shut with a bang. His hands weren't idle either; he had already slipped his hand inside her
bra, kneading her large breasts and pinching her nipples.

Hearing the door close, Mom felt much more at ease, closing her eyes and letting Director Zhang knead her large breasts.

While kneading her breasts, Director Zhang affectionately licked her ears and neck with his tongue,
causing Mom to let out soft moans.

"Xiaoxia, your breasts are so big and soft, they feel so good to touch!" Director Zhang
whispered sweet nothings in Mom's ear as he played with her breasts. Mom felt itchy all over, especially her lower body,
which , her legs slowly rubbing against each other.

They say women are made of water, and that's absolutely true. Mom was like that now, her face covered in fine beads of
sweat, shyly held in Director Zhang's arms, leaning against him, her cherry lips slightly parted, letting out soft moans,
her lower body becoming wet, her legs rubbing together. "Mmm, um, Lao Zhang! Mmm. So comfortable." She moaned
unconsciously , guiding Director Zhang's hand towards her lower body.

Director Zhang's hand followed hers, reaching her genitals. He understood her desire;
she was aroused and craved his caresses. But Director Zhang wasn't a young man; he
wouldn't easily satisfy her before achieving his goal. He gently placed his hand on her genitals,
lightly pressing and rubbing her through her short skirt, without any intention of penetrating her.

Her mother felt an unbearable itch and couldn't help but gently wiggle her hips, expressing her desire through
her body . Rather than asking Director Zhang to caress her, she preferred
to express her longing through actions. As Director Zhang's hand caressed her lower body, Mom couldn't help but let out
a series of seductive moans. However, after a while, seeing that Director Zhang was only massaging her through her skirt,
like scratching an itch through a boot—unable to relieve her burning desire—Mom couldn't help but moan softly and
pant slightly, saying, "Old Zhang, mmm, give it to me… I feel so uncomfortable…"

Director Zhang leered at Mom's moans, which sounded like those of a thirsty harlot, feeling incredibly aroused.
His penis was already hard and erect, pressing against Mom's large buttocks with each thrust. But Director
Zhang restrained his desire, or rather, he wanted to further train Mom. While licking Mom's earlobe from her
shoulder , he whispered in her ear, "Xiaoqin, Yangyang, Yangyang is still outside
, waiting for us to eat!"

Mom felt a tingling sensation all over her body, intoxicated like a boneless mollusk, leaning against Director Zhang's chest.
Suddenly hearing Director Zhang mention my name, she instantly sobered up. "Oh right, Yangyang is still outside.
What's ?" The mother opened her confused eyes, her heart filled with conflict. She both longed for Director Zhang's further caresses
and was afraid of being discovered. "Hmm, ah!" Director Zhang stopped what he was doing at this moment. "Alright, Xiaoxia, we'll play later. Yangyang will get suspicious

soon ."

Mom's face, flushed crimson, seemed ready to drip water. She plopped down on the bed,
her upper body , her large breasts swaying with the movement, creating alluring ripples. It turned out
that Zhang had unhooked her bra sometime earlier, and it had fallen to
the floor with her movement.

Mom glanced at Zhang coquettishly, letting out a soft hum, expressing
her displeasure. Then she bent down to pick up her bra, intending to put it back on, but Zhang snatched it away.
"Xiaoxia, aren't you hot? What's the point of wearing this in the middle of summer? Why don't you just leave it on? It'll be cooler and more comfortable."

Mom blushed and spat, thinking to herself that Zhang had no good intentions. But upon reflection, she realized he had a point.
Although Yangyang was home, she figured that wearing black wouldn't be noticeable. So she found a thin black t-shirt
and put it on before following Zhang outside.

Just as I was wondering why Old Zhang and Mom hadn't come out yet, the door to Mom's room opened, and Director Zhang
walked out. Mom followed behind him, her head slightly lowered, her face still
flushed Strands of hair clung to her face with sweat, making her look exceptionally alluring. A loose black t-shirt
clung to her voluptuous body, her breasts swaying irregularly with each step. Something's not right! I immediately
realized the problem. Although Mom's breasts were large, they shouldn't be swaying so much.
Was she not wearing a bra? I looked at Director Zhang again and saw him with a strange smile,
muttering , "You two took so long changing clothes!"

Mom was filled with shame at my words. She had let a man into her room while she was changing clothes—it was
obvious something was wrong. Deep down, Mom must have suspected I'd discovered their affair, but
Dad's indifferent attitude had led her to completely let herself go. As long as
her son didn't see, she could pretend he didn't know, she thought to herself, deceiving herself.

Director Zhang sat down and said, "It's all because your mother loves to dress up. She's unhappy with everything she changes into
and insists I give her my opinion, right, Xiaoxia?" My mother blushed and didn't say anything, but pinched
Director Zhang's arm hard, blaming him for talking nonsense in front of me.

I was speechless. "Oh, I'm full. You two go ahead and eat." I turned to watch TV.

Director Zhang had also drunk quite a bit. He sat on the sofa, drinking water and
kneading my mother's legs. Seeing me turn back to watch TV, he then reached through her clothes to touch her breasts. At first, my mother
struggled against Director Zhang, but several times she almost made a sound.
Afraid she glared at Director Zhang and let him do as he pleased.

Director Zhang chuckled, talking to me while playing with my mother's body, seemingly enjoying himself
immensely . In just a short while, Director Zhang's hands were no longer content with merely fondling my mother's breasts from the outside. Seeing that
I didn't turn around, he slipped his hand under her clothes and began kneading them.

My mother instantly tensed up, her eyes fixed on me. She bit her lip and forcefully pulled at Director Zhang's mischievous
hand, whispering, "Ugh, take it out!"

Director Zhang wouldn't let her have her way. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple. The
more she pulled, the harder he pinched her nipple. My mother winced in pain, staring intently at me, afraid
to make a sound.

Seeing that my mother was no longer resisting, Director Zhang continued to knead her large breasts. Then, taking advantage of her momentary lapse
in attention, he suddenly pulled up her clothes with his other hand, exposing her breasts to the air.
He then whispered in her ear, "Don't move, or I'll make Yangyang turn around
!" With that, he pulled her clothes down to her neck, forcing her to hold them between her head and
the fabric .

My mother lowered her head in shame, pressing her chin against the clothes that Director Zhang had pulled up. Watching her large
breasts change shape in his hands, she felt a surge of dread, terrified of being seen,
yet strangely excited, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Director Zhang, seeing my mother's shame, stared intently at her with a strange light in his eyes.
He grabbed her from behind, kneading each of her large breasts vigorously.

Although I heard the rustling behind me, I never imagined Director Zhang would be so
bold , practically pulling my mother's top off right behind me. Even as the TV show was getting exciting,
Director Zhang kept interrupting me, which annoyed me greatly.

The intense stimulation from Director Zhang's kneading of my mother's breasts caused her to clench her teeth,
letting out soft moans. Risking being seen by her son at any moment, being played with by Director Zhang made
Mom feel like a prostitute being humiliated. But strangely, even in this humiliation,
she slowly became aroused.

Director Zhang grabbed and kneaded Mom's large breasts, even putting his fingers in her mouth. Mom actually
opened mouth and sucked on his fingers. "Yangyang, what's on TV? You're so engrossed?"
Director Zhang actually spoke to me at this moment! Mom's heart was like a rollercoaster of emotions. She gripped
Director Zhang , the veins on her hand bulging, her eyes wide as she stared at me.

I was too lazy to pay attention to Director Zhang. The sound from the TV and the whistling wind above almost drowned out the sounds
coming . I casually replied, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Director Zhang glanced at the beer bottle at his feet, his eyes flashing with a crazy light. Then, with a slight twist of his foot,
he kicked the bottle to the ground with a "clang." Mom screamed in fright and instantly pulled down her clothes
.

Hearing the sound, I turned around curiously. In that instant, I clearly saw Director Zhang's large hand just
leave my mother's breast. My mother was still tightly clutching her clothes, her face as red as if dripping blood. As she
pulled at her clothes, she saw me looking at her and said self-deceptively, "Oh, it's too hot.
I'm going to take a shower." Saying this, she actually ran out, pulling at her clothes in shame.

I looked at Director Zhang and saw him leering at me. I knew he wasn't up to anything.
"Old Zhang, what are you doing!"

Director Zhang picked up his water bottle and drank it all in one gulp. "What? Didn't you see? I touched your mother's breasts!"

"Damn!" I blurted out, "Are you crazy?!" Immediately after, I regretted not turning around
sooner .

Director Zhang, his eyes half-closed, lewdly sniffed his hand, as if it still
smelled of . "Yangyang, your mother's breasts are so big and soft, they feel so good to touch! Do you want to see? Do you want
to see me fuck your mother tonight?" He stared intently at me.

I blushed. Deep down, I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't get the words out, only repeating,
"Are you crazy?!"

Director Zhang stared at me and said, "You're just like your mother. I know you want to see. I'll
leave the door open . If you want to see, come in and watch!" He then drank his water and ignored me.

I felt incredibly ashamed. Director Zhang had exposed my pretense, making me
extremely was looking forward to tonight's show. I pretended to be sleepy, yawning slightly, "So sleepy," and then
walked towards my bedroom.

Director Zhang stared straight at me, muttering, "You're just pretending!"

I heard him, but I pretended not to, blushing as I went back to my room. For someone as inexperienced
as me, the prospect of witnessing sex, especially my mother and Director Zhang making love, filled me with
anticipation. Although I had eavesdropped or spied a few times before, it was always unintentional, or I'd only
seen a little bit. I lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.

A while later, my mother returned to her room, blushing, after her shower. Seeing I wasn't there, she asked Director Zhang
where I'd been. He said I'd gone to sleep. My mother said "Oh," and blushed again, asking why I hadn't gone home yet.
Director Zhang smiled and said, "Going home? We haven't done it yet."

My mother blushed and spat, returning to her bedroom without a word.

Director Zhang turned off the living room light and followed, suddenly grabbing my mother from behind, pinning her to the bed, and
soon stripping her naked.

"Close the door!" Mom cried out.

Director Zhang slammed the door shut with a bang, then lay on top of Mom, kneading
her until she was panting and moaning.

Just as Mom was anticipating the pleasure to come, Director Zhang took out a black blindfold and handed it to her.
"Xiaoxia, tonight's a little different," he said, putting the blindfold over her
face .

Mom felt utterly dark, unable to see anything. But it was precisely this darkness that amplified her sense of touch
. Every time Director Zhang touched a spot, Mom felt her hair stand on end.

Mom lay on the bed with her legs wide open, ready to be taken. Director Zhang stroked Mom's
soft body, then got up and took off his clothes. Actually, as he got up, he quietly opened
the door a crack.

It felt like an eternity passed; every second felt like an eternity lying in bed. Only when I heard the moans coming from my mother's room
did I excitedly and quietly get out of bed, inching my way to the door and gently turning the
knob. The moment I opened the door, my mother's moans clearly reached my ears.

I felt as if I were covered in sweat. I stood there, hands on the wall, nervously wiping the sweat
from , trying to calm my breathing, and then slowly,
inching my way towards my mother's room.

As I got closer, I saw that there was indeed a crack in the door. A sliver of light was coming from the room.

I stood there nervously, taking a deep breath and exhaling, feeling
a little better. Then, holding onto the wall, I peeked into my mother's room...

"Mmm, ah!" My mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wide open towards the door!
Director Zhang was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands caressing my mother's lower body, parting her labia and massaging her
clitoris.

I stared wide-eyed with excitement. This was the first time I had ever clearly seen my mother's vulva,
the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva. I stared intently, as if drawn by a powerful force
.

As Director Zhang's hand caressed my mother's lower body, her legs trembled slightly, and she let out unconscious
moans . Fine drops of vaginal fluid seeped from her vulva.

Director Zhang looked up at the doorway, his gaze meeting mine. I lowered my head in shame, unable to meet
Director Zhang 's eyes. A strange light flickered in Director Zhang's eyes, and then, right in front of me, he extended a finger and
slowly inserted it into my mother's vagina, making a squelching sound as he probed it!

My mother lay on the bed, clutching the sheets, letting out muffled moans.

While fiddling with my mother's genitals, Director Zhang said, "Little slut, is it itchy? Do you want
me to fuck you?"

My mother unconsciously replied, "Ugh, ah, yes, Old Zhang, stop fiddling, fuck me already!"

Director Zhang stood up, glanced at me, and then, as if to let me see more clearly, forcefully
spread my mother's legs. After a few seconds, Director Zhang suddenly pounced on my mother, his thick penis erect,
and thrust it into her cunt. With the insertion, a squelching sound came out.

I stared, excited and ashamed, at my mother's lewd appearance in the room. My forehead was covered in sweat,
but even when the sweat got into my eyes, I didn't want to blink.

Director Zhang thrust his big ass and fucked my mother's cunt, "Is it good, you slut? Do you like me
fucking you?"

"Ah, so good, so comfortable, I love being fucked by you!" My mother groaned, gripping the sheets tightly, the veins on her hands
bulging. "You, you be gentle! No, don't let Yangyang hear!"

Surprisingly, my mother still remembered me at this moment.

Director Zhang, disregarding everything, had sex with my mother right in front of me, which excited him greatly. He thrust
his , the sounds of slapping and gurgling water carrying far.

I don't know when, but my hand was also on my penis,
massaging it vigorously . Perhaps it was too stimulating, the pleasure too intense, because after only a short while, I felt
my glans tighten, and I ejaculated with a "plop," soaking my pants.

After ejaculating, I felt a sense of emptiness. The sight of my mother's intertwined bodies in the room even made me feel nauseous
. I sneered inwardly, walked to my door, went into my room, and deliberately slammed the
door shut before collapsing onto the bed.

There was a moment of silence in Mom's room, but after a while, the whimpering sounds
resumed , though much quieter than before...
[The End]

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