[Conquering the Beautiful Nurse Mom] (Chapter Seven: Dad Returns)

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Chapter Seven: Dad Returns
The first rays of sunlight streamed in at dawn. Looking at the clock, it was only a little past 6 a.m. Summer is almost here, and the sun seems
to rise so early, waking me from my sleep.
Listening to the sounds outside, it seemed Mom was already up preparing breakfast. Oh, right, I almost forgot—
today is the day Dad returns. Time flies!
So much has happened in just one month. I've gone from fantasizing about Mom to actually making my move, and now
it's all like this. Although I haven't completely won Mom over, my
achievements in this short month are quite gratifying.
Another unexpected gain was winning over Mom's colleague, Chen Jie. That was completely unexpected
. Thinking back on everything yesterday, it still feels so unreal. However, I know Chen Jie isn't a simple woman
. What happened yesterday might just be an act for me. I still need to keep working on her and be
wary, otherwise, if she slips up, I'll be devastated.
Lying in bed, my mind was racing. I reflected on the past month and started thinking about the future
. Dad's return increased the uncertainty. He wouldn't be home until tonight, so I
spent the day tidying up the house to see how Mom would react and whether it would affect
my future actions. Looking back, everything I did that day seemed incredibly important, because Dad
's return almost made everything I'd done for Mom go to waste—but that's a story for another time.
"Good morning, honey," I texted Mom as usual. This had become a daily
ritual; I did it regardless of whether she replied, because it made her feel
cared for. Most of the time, Mom would reply promptly, and today was no exception.
"Good morning, darling."
"How did you sleep last night? Your husband's coming home today, right? Any special feelings?"
"What special feelings could I have? Sigh, I'm still happier when I'm with you. I might have
a big fight with my husband tonight, sigh."
Mom's message was full of anxiety, showing that she was extremely depressed.
"Don't overthink it, honey. No matter what happens, I'm here for you. Just do what I told you yesterday today
, and don't let him notice anything unusual."
"Okay, I know. I'll try my best to control myself. I feel so
happy to have you by my side."
"No, it's not that. I'm only happy because I've met you, honey. Oh, and remember, you can't give
oral sex to any man other than me."
I said this half-jokingly at the end, mainly to distract Mom from worrying
about Dad, and also to see her reaction.
"You silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about so early in the morning?"
Mom's reaction was the same as mine.
"So you mean you'll give oral sex to other men?"
I deliberately pressed.
"I'll give you oral sex, okay? Seriously."
"You're the best, come kiss my wife."
"Who's your wife? Don't talk nonsense."
The atmosphere gradually eased, and I secretly glanced at my mother working, noticing that she
seemed much happier. So, we started flirting again.
But strangely enough, no matter how happy my mother was before, she always reverted
to her serious expression when I came out for dinner.
After breakfast, I left early, greeted my deskmate at school, and told him I had something to do today
, and asked him to handle it if the teacher asked. My best friend was the best; without hesitation, he patted
his chest and promised to take care of everything, just asking me to treat him to KFC. Of course, I
agreed without a second thought.
After finishing at school, I went home. I waited quietly for my mother to go to work, but not knowing
if she had gone or was still at home, I hesitated to go inside. So I asked Chen Jie to check
if my mother had arrived at the hospital and to let me know if she had. Sure enough, I soon received
a message that my mother was already at the hospital.
Entering the house, I found that my mother had specially cleaned the room, making it exceptionally tidy.
My parents' room was also neat and tidy, but I didn't have time to rest now. Looking at
the professional surveillance equipment in the drawer, I decided to fill the entire house with my surveillance cameras to keep track of their
every move.
Don't underestimate these small devices; they cost me a lot of time and money to get them set up. After all, these kinds of spying
devices aren't easy to buy. Fortunately, the receiver can be directly connected to the computer, making
it very easy to use.
Next, I started setting up these little devices one by one in the house, which took me more than two hours to complete
. I was drenched in sweat, but once I turned on the computer, connected the receiver, and saw the cameras
clearly displayed in every room and every angle, all the hard work felt worthwhile. I also tested the sound, and
it was clear enough, which reassured me a bit.
Finally, I made a final round of house checks to see if the small cameras I'd installed were well-hidden; otherwise, being
discovered would be no joke. Only after confirming everything was alright did I leave the house and start killing
time for the rest of the afternoon.
Before I knew it, it was evening, long after school had ended. According to what Dad had told us
, he should have been home by now. According to Chen Jie, Mom seemed to have
left work early today, claiming she was going back to pick up her husband who was away on a business trip for a month. What was the situation at home now? Was it
tense or something? I took out my phone, but Mom hadn't messaged me. Faced with this unknown, I
felt helpless, and my pace quickened involuntarily.
When I got home and opened my bedroom door, I heard my parents chatting and laughing. I was so startled that I froze for a moment.
At the doorway, what was going on? This scene was completely unexpected. My parents weren't having any disagreements at all; in fact,
their relationship seemed even stronger than before.
"Feng, what are you standing there for? You're so excited to see your dad's back!"
My dad's cheerful voice rang in my ears.
"That's right! You knew your dad was coming back, but you didn't come right after school and stayed out so late. Go wash
your hands and get ready for dinner." I sensed a deep happiness in my mom's words. A bad feeling washed over me. Had
something unexpected happened while I was gone? Judging from my mom's current state,
I felt my chances of winning her over were getting slimmer and slimmer. Suddenly, I remembered that I had installed security cameras at home.
These weren't just simple images; they could store 48 hours of footage continuously. I
'd check what was wrong later. Thinking of this, I felt relieved. So, worry can cloud judgment;
what I had just witnessed almost shook my confidence.
"Dad, you're finally back! I missed you so much!" After figuring everything out, I started to act
like I was being affectionate with my dad. Actually, because of my mom's strictness, my relationship with my dad was actually quite good; I would
talk to him about anything. So, seeing me say this, my dad was naturally very happy.
"Really? Then tell Dad, how did you do this month?"
I said, taking out the test paper I had gotten with high marks a few days ago to show my dad
. I hadn't told my mom about this test paper because of various circumstances. Seeing that my grades had improved so quickly, my dad was naturally overjoyed and kept asking me if there was
anything I wanted.
Actually, what I wanted most was your wife's body, I thought to myself, but of course I wouldn't say it out loud. I just
replied casually, "What's so great about getting this score as a student? Just wait and see, I'll give you
an even bigger surprise at the end of the semester."
"Good lad, if you do even better on the end of the semester, Dad will definitely reward you handsomely."
And so, the meal proceeded in a very cheerful atmosphere, but my mind was elsewhere because I was eager to know
the reason. I finally found an opportunity and said I needed to study, so I went inside.
My dad, seeing me say that, praised me for growing up.
Once inside, I quickly locked the door to prevent my parents from suddenly entering. If they asked, I could
say it was to avoid being disturbed, and that I was focused on my studies.
I turned on the computer and moved the video back to when I left home that afternoon, then slowly moved it forward until both my parents
were in the frame. Of course, I also used another screen to monitor my parents continuing their meal in the living room. To
avoid missing anything interesting, my dad had even started drinking today, so the meal probably wouldn't end so quickly. It
was only 6 PM, and I thought I had enough time to find out the truth before they finished eating.
The video showed 3 PM, and I saw my mother sitting alone on the sofa. My dad pushed the door open and came in.
"Yan'er? Yan'er?"
Following my dad into the room, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa and asked in confusion.
"Isn't this inside? Why aren't you answering?"
I saw Mom sitting on the sofa, her chest heaving. I knew she was holding back, afraid she
'd explode. It seemed she still valued my words, I thought to myself with a secret sense of pride
.
"So you finally came back." Mom finally spoke,
her tone harsh due to her bad mood.
Dad clearly sensed her unease and asked softly, "Who are you angry with,
huh?"
"Still laughing? What are you doing back here? Why don't you go see that woman outside?"
"Woman? My dear wife, how could I possibly have another woman outside? With such a beautiful wife at home,
how could I possibly cheat?"
"Look at you, when did you become so glib? Are you trying to charm that wild woman?"
I could hear the escalating tension in Mom's voice; she was getting louder and louder.
The father, clearly unprepared for the mother's anger, quickly said, "I'm telling the truth, why won't you believe
me?"
"Trying to lie to me? I heard that wild woman's voice when she called last time."
"When did that happen?"
"Right then—"
The mother then recounted the events of that day to the father. After listening, the father said nothing, only burst into
laughter.
"What are you laughing at? Trying to show off to me? Then I'll go find a man too."
The mother abruptly stood up, her face frightening; she was on the verge of exploding, practically
bursting.
"Good wife, you've misunderstood. It was just our care."
Seeing the mother's distress, the father quickly explained.
"Care? Who are you trying to fool?" Although the mother said this, her tone suggested she somewhat believed
the father's explanation. "You went for training, not a spa."
"Well, I twisted my ankle during training, so—" The father scratched
his head sheepishly, then took a piece of paper from his bag and showed it to the mother.
Mom took the paper and read it carefully. Her expression changed from initial anger to calm,
then to tension and worry, before finally letting out a long sigh.
"How could you be so careless? I'll forgive you this time."
"Then shouldn't you make it up to me?" Dad said, hugging Mom and kissing her gently
, his hands starting to wander over her body. I could clearly see
the prominent bulge between Dad's legs.
As Dad stroked her, I could faintly hear Mom's heavy breathing.
Were they planning to do it in the living room? Although Dad's month of abstinence must have made him very impulsive
, Mom had been very well-fed by me lately. Given her past personality, she would never have agreed to Dad doing this
.
Could it be that the wanton things we shared had changed Mom? To be honest, I didn't want...
My mother's wanton behavior was witnessed by other men, including my father.
Sure enough, a moment later, my mother pushed my father away.
"You old lecher, what are you thinking about all day? In broad daylight, and right here thinking about that kind of thing!"
she said, straightening her clothes which my father had disheveled.
"Yes, yes, wife, it's my fault, but you know I've held back for so long. How about we go to
the room now?"
Seeing my father's eagerness, I silently prayed for my mother's refusal.
"It's so late, what if Xiaofeng comes back and sees us? Don't you think about it? Hurry up and help me prepare
. I've prepared a big meal today, and I even bought you your favorite wine."
My father, initially disappointed by my mother's rejection,
immediately changed his tune after hearing that my mother had prepared a special meal and wine for him. His earlier displeasure seemed to have vanished, and he enthusiastically helped my mother
. The two of them busied themselves in the kitchen.
I fast-forwarded for a long time until I saw myself return, then I turned off the video. During that time, my parents didn't seem to
do anything unusual. Looking at the time, an hour had already passed—time really flies! I noticed my parents in the living room
hadn't finished eating. I got up and stretched. So that's what happened. No wonder they
were so friendly when I came in.
But this made things complicated. The misunderstandings between my parents were cleared up,
making my next move more difficult. To achieve final victory, I needed to intensify my offensive on my mother.
Now it was a contest between my parents—who held a higher position in her heart? Although the result was obvious—I had little
chance of winning—I'd take it slow.
While I was thinking, I saw my parents finally get up, seemingly heading back to their room. However, my father seemed to
have drunk too much; I figured he wouldn't be able to have a proper night.
"Xiaofeng, come help Mom with your father; he's had too much to drink."
"Okay, I know."
Walking out of the room, I saw my mother struggling to support my father, who was swaying unsteadily, looking like he
was about to fall at any moment. I rushed over and helped Mom support Dad. The two of us struggled to
carry him back to the bedroom and onto the bed. We were both panting heavily, while Dad was already fast
asleep.
Mom thanked me, and I went back to my room. I watched Mom's every
move through the monitor. I saw her look at Dad lying on the bed, shaking her head helplessly, seemingly muttering something to herself
. She probably thought, "He shouldn't have drunk so much, especially at home. I wonder what he'd be like outside
.
" Mom leaned quietly against the wall, holding her phone, her expression a mixture of melancholy and a hint of
joy. I didn't know what she was thinking or what her state of mind was like. She just leaned against the wall,
occasionally glancing at Dad on the bed, a faint smile appearing on her face. The bright moonlight streamed into the room, and Mom
's image appeared before my eyes.
At that moment, I felt I should do something, so I took out my phone and called Mom. Her phone
screen lit up. There was no music, no vibration. Just as I suspected,
Mom had already silenced her phone to prevent Dad from finding out.
Mom seemed to have noticed my call; she stared at the screen for a long time instead of answering immediately. I
had a bad feeling things were about to get worse. But when I saw Mom get up and walk towards the balcony, I knew she would
answer the call.
"Hello!"
"Yan'er, why did it take you so long to answer?"
"My phone was far away, I just saw it, sorry." Hearing Mom start making excuses,
I knew what was about to happen that I didn't want.
"Oh, right? By the way, your husband's back, right? Are you alright?"
"He came back this afternoon. I'm fine, don't worry."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I realized I misunderstood my husband. Thank goodness you told me to prepare for his arrival, otherwise things would have been bad."
"Oh, that's good. I told you not to worry unnecessarily. By the way, how's your husband now?
Will he notice my call?"
"Hehe, don't worry, he drank a lot last night and is fast asleep now."
"That's good, otherwise it would have been terrible if he'd found out."
"Hehe, yeah—"
Listening to my mother's hesitant manner, I knew she was deciding on something important. Perhaps she was still
hesitating about something, and then I heard her say,
"Feng, I think we shouldn't see each other anymore."
"What's wrong? Yan'er, why so suddenly?"
Hearing this, I became a little anxious. Although I had anticipated that my father's return would affect my plans, I
hadn't expected it to be so significant. My mother, realizing her misunderstanding, would so suddenly suggest not
seeing each other. Wouldn't all my previous efforts have been wasted? A surge of resentment filled
my chest, but I forced myself to suppress it, determined not to let my mother hear my state of mind.
"It's like this," I said, "we were wrong from the start, especially after I misunderstood my husband, which made the mistake even
more serious. Now that I know my husband hasn't done anything to betray me, I can't do anything to betray him again
. Can you understand how I feel, Feng?"
"Is that so? Hehe, I'm sorry, Yan'er, I didn't think that much of it."
I still called my mother by her nickname, to see if she had truly cut me off. If
she had, she would definitely object when I called her that, but thankfully,
she hadn't stopped me yet. It seemed that her guilt over betraying her husband was what made her decide to do this, rather than 　　cutting me off
from her heart . 　　"I'm sorry you've taken such good care of me these past few days." 　　"Uh—" 　　Before I could finish speaking, I heard the dial tone; it seemed my mother had already hung up.

The call ended. I slammed the phone down on the bed in anger. At that moment, I wanted to scream to vent my
frustration. A whole month's worth of effort, gone in an instant. If I had known it would end like this, I should have taken
a stronger approach to win over my mother, instead of this. It was too late for regrets now. I slumped
into a chair, staring at my mother's image on the screen.
Suddenly, in the moonlight, I noticed two lines of tears on my mother's cheeks. No way, my mother
was telling me this; it seems she was in great pain too. Knowing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled within me.
It seemed my month's efforts hadn't been in vain; I still had hope.
"Wishing you happiness, my dear, thank you for the wonderful time you've given me. But no matter what
difficulties you face in the future, if you need my help, please tell me. I will never be a stumbling block to your happiness;
I will always silently protect you, wherever you are. I will always wait for you, because I love you so much.
Wishing you eternal happiness, your loving Feng. PS: Remember to always wear a smile, because you
look much better with a smile than when you're serious."
After sending this long message, I felt I had written it exceptionally well; I thought it wouldn't fail to move
my mother. Sure enough, when my mother received the message, she first showed a surprised expression, then covered her mouth, her body
trembling in the moonlight.
The night was truly long. After seeing my mother go to bed, I also lay down. However, I tossed and turned in bed
, unable to fall asleep at all. Everything today was so unexpected; everything came so suddenly that
I was caught off guard.
However, I haven't given up yet. My offensive on my mother can't stop. I must make her feel my
presence every day. Opportunity always waits for those who are prepared, so sooner or later I will find an opportunity
to "train" my mother again. But next time, I'll be faster.
Half-asleep, I heard my father calling me. I opened my eyes; it was already morning.
I'd spent the whole night lost in thought.
"Dad, why are you up so early? You just got back, why are you so energetic?"
"You little rascal, what are you saying? Dad's going camping with you. Get up and get ready."
"Camping?"
"Yes, it's Saturday today. We'll go out for two days. Getting in touch with nature is a great
thing."
"Yes, Mom has already prepared everything for the camping trip. We're just waiting for you."
This news was shocking. I never expected my father to take me camping. It must be because my recent grades
have suddenly improved, making him happy, and after these two days, he'll be back to his busy work
.
Sitting in the car, the three of us headed to the campsite. Along the way, I secretly
observed my mother through the rearview mirror; she didn't seem very energetic, while my father kept excitedly talking to me,
including about his wilderness training. He got more and more excited as he talked, and I played along,
making him incredibly happy.
During this time, I secretly sent my mother a message, basically saying I missed her and hoped she was happy.
After receiving the message, I noticed my mother's eyelashes twitched, but her expression didn't change. However, I knew my message
had worked.
When we arrived at the campsite, we got busy. First, we set up two tents, one large and one small. The large one was naturally for my parents
, and the small one was for me. After setting them up, my father asked if I was afraid to sleep outside alone at night. I patted my chest and
said, "I'm an adult now, why would I be afraid of that?" This naturally made my parents burst into laughter.
Then they busied themselves preparing dinner. Because I woke up late, we didn't arrive at the campsite until
the afternoon. They were preparing dinner, and I started examining their tent, hoping to peek inside.
Dad had been holding back for over a month, and I was sure something would happen tonight. Of course, staying in the tent
was out of the question, given my mom's current personality.
Finally, I found a spot where I could see clearly, though the gap was a bit
small. I carefully widened it with a tool, making my view much better.
"Xiaofeng, come eat!" I heard my mom calling me as soon as I finished
.
After dinner, we had free time. I went for a swim in the river, while my parents strolled along the bank.
It felt strangely relaxing, and the atmosphere was incredibly warm. No one would guess that while swimming
, the son was secretly plotting how to win back his mother.
As darkness fell, even at this time of year, it was still a bit chilly in the countryside, so I
went into my tent early.
After entering my tent, I observed my parents. They were chatting by the campfire, and
I could hear bursts of laughter. For some reason, this laughter made me feel humiliated
. It wasn't
until it was completely dark that my mother went into the tent alone, while my father was tidying something outside.
I quickly sent my mother a text message to check on her, but received no reply. I still imagined
her expression when she received it.
Only after my father went into the tent did I hurriedly slip out and peek through the small hole I had discovered that morning to see
my parents.
Just as I expected, my parents were tightly embracing, their lips pressed together. However, it was clear that
my father's kissing skills were far inferior to mine. Although I saw that my mother's face was slightly flushed, I didn't hear
the deep, panting breaths she made when we were together.
"Yan'er, I've missed you so much this past month," my father said tenderly after parting their lips.
"At least you still have a conscience." Mom's shy expression was quite adorable.
"Wife, what about you?"
Mom turned her face and slowly nodded. However, the fleeting guilt and loneliness didn't
escape my notice. It seems that my image just flashed through Mom's mind, I guessed. But Dad...
Clearly, he hadn't noticed much, thinking Mom was just shy and embarrassed. So he hugged her tighter again.
"Can I have it tonight?"
"You rascal."
"Oh, right."
Suddenly, Dad pulled out his penis. "Can you give me a blowjob today?" Dad pleaded with Mom
. Although Dad's penis was already erect, its length and girth were still
far inferior to his son's.
Mom stared at the penis, her fingers gently touching it. I could clearly feel Dad's penis
throbbing in Mom's hand. No way, would Mom give Dad a blowjob today?
Mom had promised me she wouldn't give any other man a blowjob. If she really did, my chances of turning things around would be even greater.
Mom held Dad's penis and suddenly said, "Ugh, it's so dirty.
I'm already doing my best by holding it with my hands today."
Hearing Mom say this, Dad didn't show any displeasure. Instead, he happily hugged Mom
, saying that his wife was the best. Mom smiled, but I noticed an unnatural glint in her eyes.
I figured she must have suddenly remembered our promise, which was why she refused to give Dad oral sex at the last minute. But
Dad probably saw this unnatural expression as a lingering effect of her earlier forced performance.
It seemed Mom hadn't truly let go of me; my advances had worked again. And
who knows, subconsciously, she might still hope to rekindle
our relationship, which was why she kept her promise—to avoid awkwardness later. Thinking about this almost made me laugh.
Looking at the two embracing in the tent, I suddenly remembered Mom saying how dirty I was.
Did she think I was clean after giving me oral sex? The more I thought about it, the happier I felt
. The depression from last night had vanished, replaced by joy.
My gaze returned to the tent. Dad and Mom had separated. Since Mom's back was to me,
I couldn't see her expression. Judging from Dad's actions, he was probably unbuttoning Mom's clothes. Dad's pants
were already off, and his swollen penis, due to its size, didn't look menacing at all; instead ,
it looked somewhat disproportionate.
Sure enough, Dad took off Mom's clothes, and through the dim light of the tent, I saw Mom
's white back exposed to my view, which made me feel a little intoxicated. Dad, naturally, felt the same way,
and didn't make any further moves. Mom covered her breasts with her hands, her face slightly lowered, reverting to her usual conservative
approach to sex.
Dad had Mom lie on the blanket, hastily pulled down her pants, and hurriedly inserted his penis into her vagina
. The moment it entered, Dad let out a sound of pleasure, while Mom's expression was a little strange,
her brows furrowed, as if she wasn't very comfortable.
Then it dawned on me: they hadn't done enough foreplay, so Mom's genitals were
n't wet at all. Under these circumstances, penetration certainly wouldn't feel pleasurable. I felt a
pang of helplessness at my father's lack of sexual skill. It seemed that even without my presence, if my mother could control her desires, all
would be well; otherwise, she might end up with someone else.
I watched as my father gripped my mother's breasts tightly, his lower body thrusting in and out of her, repeatedly
moaning how good it felt. My mother, however, was a stark contrast to her wanton demeanor with me, her lips tightly shut, making
no sound. But my father clearly didn't notice anything amiss, 　　continuing his relentless thrusting
. Perhaps for him
, this was the most normal state for my mother; if she suddenly became as wanton as she was with me
, he might find it unsettling. Gradually, my mother's furrowed brows relaxed, likely due to the increasing wetness from the thrusting 　　. But before she could even enjoy it, I heard my father shout, followed by a 　　shudder—he had reached orgasm. 　　Sure enough, he climbed off my mother and sat down, panting heavily. Mom 　　quickly put on her underwear and clothes and sat down next to Dad. 　　I checked the time; from the moment Dad entered her until he finished, it was—a shocking three minutes! 　　That was too fast. I couldn't immediately process the result. 　　"Sorry, honey, I came so quickly again." 　　"What's there to apologize for, silly? You must have been too tired the other day." 　　Hearing Mom's comforting words, Dad's expression didn't improve at all. I guessed it was probably 　　like this every time. 　　But Mom, because I had already satisfied her a lot recently, didn't seem unsatisfied this time 　　. I really didn't know if satisfying her so much back then was the right thing to do. 　　From where they had just finished, I saw a puddle of fluid; I guessed it was Dad's semen and Mom 　　's vaginal fluid. Seeing my beloved woman being with another man, to be honest, didn't feel good, 　　even if that man was my father. 　　Especially seeing them cuddling together afterward, the feeling was even more complicated. "The man there 　　should be me, the one tilling my mother's body, the one making her moan and groan 　　. Something must have gone wrong," I told myself. " 　　Dad, Dad, enjoy this woman beside you, because you'll have one less time to enjoy her. Sooner or later, I 　　'll completely conquer her, train her into a woman whose eyes are only for my penis." 　　The next morning, I sent my mother a text message to greet her. At that moment, my mother was outside the tent, admiring 　　the sunrise, while I guessed my father was still fast asleep inside. 　　When my mother received the text message, a smile appeared on her face. It seemed that my daily greetings were quite a 　　habit for her. Even after saying we wouldn't see each other again, she still did it. Women really do like 　　to be cared for, even if they say they don't care. 　　On the way home, my mother seemed much happier than when we arrived. She wasn't just spacing out anymore, and occasionally joined in.

Our conversation began. Perhaps it was because Mom knew there was someone, somewhere, who had been concerned about
her relationship.
Back home, it was my territory; every corner of the house was under my watchful eye. The first
thing was to take a shower. After two days of playing, I was the first to finish and then slipped back to my room, turned on
the monitor, and waited for Mom to shower.
After a while, Mom's familiar figure finally appeared in the bathroom, still wrapped in her
clothes from the trip. I watched as she took off her clothes one by one, stopping only when she reached her underwear. Looking at
herself in the mirror, Mom sighed softly. This was the first time I'd seen this side of Mom. Did she
also care about her figure? In my memory, Mom didn't seem to care much about her figure .
Although she used skincare products, it was nothing compared to the thousands of dollars worth of cosmetics those girls spend these days
.
Finally, Mom removed the last bit of clothing and slowly walked into the bathroom. Her feet gently
stepped into the bathtub, creating ripples in the water. My mother, lying in the bathtub
, looked so relaxed. Her eyes were closed, quietly relaxing in the water, washing away
the fatigue of the past few days.
Looking at this beautiful scene, I felt an uncomfortable swelling in my genitals. To be honest, I really wanted to rush into
the bathroom and have sex with my mother while she soaked in the bathtub. Just imagining my penis penetrating her vagina in the water—
that feeling would be incredibly stimulating. The clear water mixed with her vaginal fluids, the thrusting—I wondered what my mother would
feel in the bathtub. Just thinking about it was incredibly exciting.
But right now, I could only imagine it; of course, I couldn't actually rush in, or I wouldn't even know how I died.
However, because I was worried about this damn mask—whether it would cause problems during the bath—I hadn't dared to try
bathing with my mother, causing me to miss the opportunity time and time again. Otherwise, I would have tried it long ago. When can I finally
do this with Mom without this mask? I sighed helplessly. Honestly, I'm still at a
loss about how to handle this. I need more than just a good plan; I need an opportunity—an opportunity that Mom can accept incest
, or perhaps I can think of a better way. But that's all in the future.
My gaze shifted to the video. Mom was applying shower gel to her body,
carefully applying it from her neck and breasts down to her genitals, paying special attention to every inch of her skin, especially the dark patch between her legs. The shower gel
had clumped together, but you could still see the thick pubic hair. I've heard that women with thick pubic hair
have a strong sex drive; I wonder if Mom is that type.
But what I really want to do is shave off all that thick pubic hair. I think facing my
naked genitals might make Mom feel more ashamed. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but swallow.
Mom finally started washing her body. The shower gel clinging to her skin gradually
disappeared with the water, replaced by glistening droplets clinging to her body, especially her
breasts. The marks of time hadn't affected them at all; although not as firm as Chen Jie's, they showed no signs of
sagging.
I watched as Mom lifted her leg, directing the water towards her genitals, carefully cleaning them. She parted
her labia with her hands to ensure her lower body was thoroughly cleaned. At this moment, Mom was simply cleaning her genitals, without
any other actions driven by sexual desire, which greatly disappointed me.
This short yet long bath finally ended, and Mom emerged wrapped in a bathrobe. Mom, fresh from her bath
, truly looked like a lotus emerging from water. How come I'd never noticed before? I asked myself silently.
I took a deep breath. Although I'd seen Mom's naked body many times, for some reason,
tonight felt strangely stimulating. Perhaps it was Dad's presence? Perhaps Mom was unaware? Or perhaps it was something else entirely
.
After Mom entered the room, she saw Dad already waiting and immediately stood up. Faced with the beautiful sight before him, Dad
was stunned, just standing there dumbfounded.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Mom broke the awkward silence.
"Wife, you're so beautiful," Dad said, still looking dazed.
"We're an old married couple, why say such silly things?" Mom replied irritably.
Suddenly, Dad rushed towards Mom, grabbed her, and kissed her passionately. Faced with this sudden and unexpected
scene, Mom instinctively struggled for a moment, but quickly embraced Dad, closed her eyes, and returned
his kiss. Seeing this, my jealousy flared up instantly.
Then, without a word, Dad pushed Mom onto the bed and ripped off her
nightgown. He bit down hard on Mom's nipples.
"Give me a kiss, you rascal, you've taken the wrong medicine today, it hurts!" Hearing Mom's complaint, Dad finally realized
his actions were indeed a bit rough and quickly apologized.
"Sorry, honey, it was just the way I was, I couldn't help it, hehe."
"I can't stand you! I don't know what you men are thinking about all day. If you hurt me again, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Don't worry, my dear wife, I promise there won't be a next time."
Seeing her father's serious expression, her mother chuckled.
"Honey, look at how hard I am, I'm going to come in!" With that, her father pointed down below.
"Wait, lie down first, I'll serve you today."
Her father lay on the bed, confused, his eyes filled with bewilderment, not knowing what her mother was going to do.
She spat some saliva on her hand and smeared it evenly on her father's penis and her own vagina
. I knew that due to insufficient foreplay, her vagina wasn't wet at all, and to reduce resistance during penetration
, she could only use saliva as lubricant. But why was she doing this now? Did her mother want to use a different
way of making love to please her father? In my memory, they always had the man on top.
My mother's next action told me everything. I saw her guide my father's already swollen penis and slowly
insert it into her vagina. As it entered, my father let out a sound of pleasure.
Lying comfortably, Mom didn't say a word, but instead began to sway her hips. With each rise and
fall of her body, Dad's penis moved in and out of her.
"So comfortable, wife, when did you learn this?" Dad's voice trembled slightly with pleasure
.
"What, don't you like it? I only went to ask around to reward you."
"Wife, you're so good to me, it feels so good, ah—"
Listening to Mom and Dad's conversation, watching the two people in the moonlight, their bodies undulating,
Mom's long hair billowing in the air, her head thrown back, her breasts trembling.
For some reason, anger suddenly flared up. That despicable Mom, using what I taught her to serve another
man, so shameless! That bitch, always pretending to be so serious and dignified, I never expected her to be so wanton,
so eager to please men in bed. Watching the two in the video, my anger grew stronger and stronger; I think jealousy played
a large part in it too.
Seeing my mother, whom I considered my own, behaving like this, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Dad
, you won't enjoy this for much longer. Mom, since you're so shameless, I'll deal with you properly. I'll make you
my personal toilet, the lowest of the low, a flesh receptacle. I'll humiliate and abuse you in every way possible.
You're afraid of pain, aren't you? I'll make you my SM tool."
If anyone saw my expression at that moment, they would be shocked. My eyes were bloodshot, my tightly clenched
hands trembled uncontrollably from excessive anger, and a wicked smile appeared on my lips.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was a messenger from hell.
I don't know how I got through that period of time. Anyway, when I came to my senses, they had already finished making love
. I saw them lying on the bed, embracing each other.
"Darling, after this training, I'll probably be transferred to another position, handling some violent cases
."
"Ah, how can it be such a dangerous job?" My mother was clearly frightened by my father's words.
"Hehe, silly girl, don't worry, I'm in charge of the command. It's not the front line, it's not as dangerous as you think."
"Oh, I almost scared you to death just now. Don't scare me like that again."
"Okay, don't worry, my good wife."
Listening to their constant sweet talk, I felt I had reached my limit, so I turned off the monitor and
lay down on the bed alone. I started to plan what to do next.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mother had suddenly decided to stop seeing me, and to please my father, she was using
the sex positions I had taught her, constantly undermining me, making me feel that my chances of success were slim, even
hopeless. What should I do? I stared at the night sky, hoping to find an answer, but obviously, that was impossible
.
The road to conquest seemed to have encountered its biggest obstacle, but an even bigger blow was quietly brewing,
and I was completely unaware of it. It truly proved the saying, "Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"

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