Mother's Love and Sorrow

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Mother's Love and 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Sorrow Author

: Bai　　Jie First 　　Published
: Lamb

********** ... Mom, on the other hand, thrived. Just over thirty, she was already the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau. 　　Dad was introverted and somewhat dull. Mom, however, was gentle, generous, and beautiful. I've heard people jokingly say to Dad more than once, "Old Yu, you're so lucky to have married Xiao Zhuo!" The implication being that "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung." 　　Dad never got angry; he just smiled sheepishly, a little smug. 　　Actually, Dad and Mom were college classmates, both thirty-two this year, but everyone called Dad "Old Yu" and Mom "Xiao Zhuo," and no one thought it was strange, because Mom did look several years younger than Dad. 　　Dad was going to the countryside tomorrow, packing his things in his room. Mom washed the dishes and quietly helped him; the atmosphere in the room was rather tense. I came over to help Mom too. 　　Mom said softly, "Xiaojia, go do your homework. Dad and I can manage here." 　　"I finished my homework a long time ago. I want to help Dad tidy up too." 　　"Hehe, Xiaojia is such a good girl today." Mom and Dad praised me at the same time, and the atmosphere became a little lively . 　　Actually, I wasn't trying to help. I wanted to take the opportunity to peek at Mom's breasts. 　　I was already madly in love with Mom. Her beautiful face, her long hair, her curvaceous waist and hips , her long, beautiful legs, and the breasts I had always wanted to peek at were all very attractive to me, an eleven-year-old boy. 　　At this moment, my gaze was drawn to Mom's delicate toes on her slippers. Mom stood on tiptoe to take clothes from the top of the cabinet, her toes supporting her entire weight. Mom never wore any nail polish. Her beautiful crescent-shaped big toenail was flawless, slightly upturned, stirring my heart. 　　"Xiaojia, help Mom with the clothes." 　　I snapped out of my daze, said "Oh," and looked up to take the things from Mom's hands. 　　"Wait a minute, there are a few more." Mom raised her plump, fair arm again. 　　It was summer, and Mom was wearing a short-sleeved shirt at home. When she raised her arm, I could see her armpit hair under her sleeve! 　　Although the air conditioner was on, the room was still stuffy. Mom's thick, dark armpit hair clung to her snow-white skin, looking deep and mysterious. 　　I was stunned. Oh, Mom's armpit hair, salty armpit hair, if only I could lick it. 　　Unfortunately, my good mood didn't last long. Mom quickly took the clothes off the closet, and I quickly turned away, hiding my throbbing lower body. 　　After tidying up, Mom and Dad both took a shower. Mom changed into a pink silk robe, dignified yet , breathtakingly beautiful. I was completely stunned. Dad complimented, "Chu Yun, you look so beautiful tonight." 　　Mom blushed, gave Dad a playful glare, and said softly, "You're so silly." But it was clear that Mom was very happy to receive Dad's praise. 　　I pretended to be clueless, "Silly? How could I be? Dad is right, Mom looks especially beautiful tonight." 　　Mom blushed deeply and said, "Xiao Jia, you're teasing Mom too!" She pretended to spank me, and I laughed happily, then snuggled into Mom's arms, deeply inhaling her fragrance, my heart almost melting. 　　"Xiao Jia, you're almost as tall as Mom now, and you're still acting like a baby!" Dad said, somewhat displeased. 　　"No way! Mom has such a great figure, almost 1.7 meters tall, and I'm only 1.5 meters, 20 centimeters short!" I shouted. 　　Mom giggled, "Xiao Jia, Mom is over thirty, what's with all this talk about figure? Come on, your dad's going on a business trip tomorrow, Mom's allowing you to watch TV tonight." 　　I was overjoyed. Mom leaned back on the sofa, and I rested my head on her incredibly firm thighs, feeling as happy as if I'd eaten honey. Actually, Mom is very conscious of her figure; otherwise, she wouldn't swim so often and join a yoga club run by an Indian. 　　After watching for a while, Dad got up and said, "Xiaojia, Dad has to get up early tomorrow, I'm going to bed now, you should go to bed early too." 　　I hummed in agreement, not paying much attention. A little while later, Mom also got up, brushed her teeth in the bathroom outside, and followed Dad into the room. Before going in, she said to me, "Xiaojia, don't watch TV too late." Then closed the door, and I clearly heard the click of it locking. 　　A surge of resentment welled up inside me. Mom was going to do *that* with Dad again; this was a pattern I'd observed over time. Usually, when they went to sleep at night, they just closed the door, not locked it; if they locked it, they were definitely going to do *that*. I learned what they were doing online; to put it nicely, it was "making love," to put it crudely, it was "coitus." 　　I stared blankly at the TV screen, but the image of my mother naked, lying on the bed with my father, flashed through my mind, and my heart ached unbearably. I turned off the TV and the lights in the living room and went back to my room. 　　Our apartment was allocated by my mother's work unit; it had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, which was considered a very good apartment in the bustling city of A. Of the three bedrooms, my parents' master bedroom and my bedroom were separated by a study; both faced south.

We share a large balcony nearly ten meters long. Except for the study, my parents' and my room all lead to the balcony.

This design made it extremely convenient for me to spy on my mother's room.

I tiptoed across the balcony and crouched under the window of my mother's room. A dim light shone from inside
; I knew my parents usually made love with the bedside lamp on, which enhanced their intimacy and facilitated
my spying plan tonight.

My parents knew the balcony was too open and had always been very good at security. In the past, I could only
eavesdrop, but a few moans from my mother were enough to satisfy me.

But today I had a plan: I had to see my mother making love naked before my father left on his business trip, otherwise
I'd have to wait until he came back. When I entered their room earlier, I secretly
left a gap between the two curtains when they weren't looking. Fortunately, my parents didn't check again tonight;
they went straight to bed!

My heart pounded. It took immense courage to peep at my parents making love for the first time.
What if I got caught…? I didn't dare think about it.

The mysterious allure of my mother's naked body overcame my fear. I gritted my teeth, slowly stood up, and
peeked through the crack in the fabric. What

I saw was a sensual scene. I don't know what kind of foreplay had taken place, but my father was lying on
the bed, his penis erect and trembling, covered by an ugly condom. My mother was completely naked, getting up and sitting
on my father's lap with her legs spread. My father held my mother's buttocks with both hands, and my mother shyly grasped
his penis with one hand, her buttocks slowly lowering until it entered her vagina.

Seeing such direct intercourse on my first peeping session, my head felt like it was going to explode; I could barely
breathe.

My father's hand moved up, cupping my mother's breasts and gently kneading them. Only then did I notice
my mother's breasts, which I had long admired. Normally, I would occasionally steal glances at my mother's breasts and always feel they were full and swollen. But
after she took off her clothes, I realized just how full her breasts actually were. My father's hands could only grasp part of my mother's breasts;
her snow-white flesh swelled and changed shape between his fingers. My father cupped her
nipples with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head back to suckle, making "smack, smack" sounds, looking very satisfied.

To make it easier for my father to suckle her breasts, my mother wrapped her arms around his neck and began
to sway slowly, using her hips as the center. My father would occasionally lift his head and kiss my mother passionately.

Watching my mother's peach-like nipples appear and disappear in my father's mouth, glistening with his saliva
, I couldn't help but swallow. I was so envious of my father!

Both of them moved very slowly, as if trying their best to restrain themselves, slowly enjoying the pleasure of making love.

Then I saw a small movement from Dad. His hand reached behind Mom and caressed her buttocks,
his fingers occasionally slipping between her thighs and pressing heavily on her anus. Mom
reacted strongly to this, twisting her hips sensually each time, letting out a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh my god, Dad is touching Mom's private parts, and she's getting excited!" I
masturbated frantically.

After a while, Dad leaned back with some difficulty and lay back down on the bed. Mom lowered her head, seemingly
looking their joined genitals. Dad and Mom's dark pubic hair intertwined. When Mom lifted her buttocks, you could
see her labia, wet as if coated with a thick layer of honey, stretched into a "V" shape, swallowing
Dad's thick penis, looking incredibly lewd.

Gradually, Mom's breathing became more and more rapid, and her hips writhed more and more violently. She shook her head,
her full breasts bouncing, creating waves of breathtaking flesh. Her expression revealed intense
pleasure.

"Oh, oh..." Mom moaned, about to reach orgasm. Disregarding her composure, she pulled Dad's
hand back to her breast. Dad cooperated, lifting himself up and taking her breast into his mouth again, sucking loudly
.

"Husband... oh, husband, I... I can't take it anymore." Mom threw her head back, shaking wildly, her long, waterfall
-like hair swaying from side to side.

"Oh, wife, let me see you." Dad was also excited, roughly kneading Mom's dough-
like breasts, while looking up to see her excited expression.

But Mom didn't lower her head to let Dad see her face; she held her head high like a swan, reaching
her climax.

I clearly saw my mother's climax through the window. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were closed, her brows
were furrowed , and her face was even a little distorted, a beautiful state of extreme ecstasy. Oh...it's so beautiful, my
mother, I love you! I couldn't help but ejaculate.

It was a rapid-fire ejaculation, a huge amount. I suspected I ejaculated all the fluid in my scrotum. It felt so good
. I held my penis with lingering pleasure, watching my mother in the room gradually calm down, slowly collapsing onto
my father, lowering her head to kiss him tenderly, as if thanking him for the pleasure his hard penis brought her.

My mind is always particularly clear after ejaculation. I knew I was still in danger of being discovered at any moment.
It wouldn't be worth it if I were discovered now. I stared at my mother's naked body a few more times, trying to etch the image firmly
into my mind, and then I reluctantly withdrew.

(II) A Bolt from the Blue

The next day, my father went to the countryside, leaving only my mother and me at home.

My mother's life is very structured. After work in the afternoon, she comes home to cook dinner. After 8 PM, she either goes swimming or
practices Indian yoga, not driving home until after 10 PM. The car is provided by her workplace; her position as deputy director
allows her to enjoy this privilege.

Ever since I secretly watched my parents make love, whenever I see my mother, I always think of her
two large, brown nipples. My mother is completely unaware that her sensuality has been exposed; she remains tender towards me, helping me with my homework every evening after dinner
until 8 PM before driving off to exercise.

My mother's tenderness makes me ashamed. I secretly blame myself for being a lecher, but the fire of desire in my heart cannot
be extinguished. I often find myself lost in thought, replaying the feeling of that night I secretly watched them.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye. Mom took me shopping and we were going to KFC. I was overjoyed
.

Shopping, like loving beauty, is a woman's nature. Mom's consistent exercise keeps her in excellent shape
. Today, Mom wore a casual outfit and light green sandals, looking elegant and graceful.
Walking with Mom on the street, her slender waist swayed gracefully, attracting a lot of attention. Sometimes, I could even
see many lecherous men staring at her round, plump buttocks.

At the shoe store, Mom tirelessly tried on pair after pair of shoes. Her beautiful feet were snow-white, with long, elegant toes
and graceful arches. Every pair of shoes she wore earned sincere praise from the saleswoman. But Mom still
patiently struck various poses, looking at herself from both sides in the mirror.

I was secretly delighted. Finally, I could look at my mother's beautiful high-heeled feet without restraint. Gold, silver,
black, white—all sorts of open-toed sandals. On my mother's feet, they were simply irresistible.
I was dazzled and deeply regretted not having a camera to capture this beauty.

I looked around and suddenly noticed that many men accompanying their girlfriends to buy shoes were also intentionally or unintentionally stealing glances at my mother
's beautiful feet. I was a little unhappy; my mother's feet belonged only to me.

Finding an opportunity, I secretly went up to my mother and said, "Mom, a lot of people are peeking at you putting on your shoes."

My mother blushed and said, "Xiaojia, don't talk nonsense. What's so interesting about putting on shoes?"

I said urgently, "Mom, your feet are so white and beautiful. Those people really are peeking!"

The men around seemed to have heard something and quickly turned away. A few were even angrily dragged
away by their girlfriends. My mother was a little embarrassed and whispered for me to stop talking.

Mom finally picked out three pairs of high-heeled open-toe sandals in different styles, spending quite a bit of money.

When we got to the clothing section and Mom was trying on clothes for the nth time, I finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto the sofa. I finally
understood why Dad hated going shopping with Mom; even with a beauty as beautiful as Mom, it was still torture
!

Finally, noon arrived, and we ate the spicy chicken wings Mom treated me to at KFC. Back home, I collapsed onto my bed
and fell .

When I woke up in the afternoon, it was already 2:30. Mom had left a note on the table: "Xiaojia, Mom went
swimming. You stay home and study hard. Mom will be back at 5 o'clock to cook dinner." It was signed: "Your loving
Mom."

I felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey. Mom loves me the most, and I love Mom the most too.

I love Mom and try my best to share common interests with her. When I was eight, I joined a junior swimming
class. Although my swimming speed isn't particularly fast, I still manage to win a prize in the grade's swimming competitions every year.

So this afternoon, I decided to surprise my mom by going swimming. Even though final exams
are coming up, I never neglect my studies.

Mom and I both have annual memberships at the nearby Shanshui Swimming Club. I grabbed my swimming gear and headed out, secretly
hoping to catch Mom while swimming underwater. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

The Shanshui Swimming Club is a standard 50x25 meter pool. Because the tickets are relatively expensive, it's not crowded, which
is one reason Mom likes to swim there.

I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the poolside. I looked around; there were some women in the pool, but I
didn't see Mom's beautiful figure. I looked at the people sitting around the pool, but still couldn't find Mom.

Hmm, where did Mom go? Mom usually swims over a kilometer; she couldn't have finished so quickly
. I was filled with doubt and started swimming back and forth, hoping to find Mom, but I was disappointed. Mom wasn't in
the pool at all.

Could she be in the changing room? I swam for a while longer, until 3:30, but still no sign of Mom.
I felt like a stone was weighing on my heart. I went ashore

, changed my clothes, and went outside. I walked around the parking lot but didn't see Mom's car. Mom didn't come swimming; where did she go?

I went home dejectedly. I didn't see Mom's car downstairs either; Mom hadn't come back yet.

When I got home, I couldn't concentrate on my homework. I lay on my bed, lost in thought. Where could Mom have gone? I had
an idea. When Mom came back, I would do this and that.

I jumped out of bed, washed my swim trunks clean, and even used the dryer
to dry them properly. Then I sat upright at my desk, pretending to study, but I couldn't concentrate on anything.

It was almost five o'clock. I went to the kitchen to wash rice, cook, and wash vegetables. This was the only thing I could do for Mom. Finally,
I heard the sound of a car parking downstairs. I knew Mom was back. I mentally repeated, "I've been studying at home all afternoon
." I couldn't let that give me away.

I opened the door to welcome my mother in, and looking down, I saw she was wearing the same pair of gold high-heeled
sandals I'd just bought that morning. My heart skipped a beat.

I smiled happily, "Mom, I've been studying at home all afternoon."

The performance began.

*** *** *** ***

Until we sat down to eat, I hadn't mentioned swimming. Watching my mother busy in the kitchen, I was filled
with suspicion, unable to believe my dear mother would lie to me.

During dinner, my mother and I chatted about school, mentioning that there would be another swimming competition at summer school.
I changed the subject, still chewing my food, and casually asked, "Mom, were there many people at the swimming club this afternoon
?"

My mother paused slightly, then said, "Not many, just like usual."

My heart pounded. My mother was lying to me! I continued, "Mom, did you
break your 1500-meter record today?"

"No, I swam about 1000 meters," my mother said calmly.

"Oh." I was now certain Mom was lying to me, so I quickly changed the subject.

That night, I lay in bed, clutching the note Mom had written to me during the day, the words
blurred by my tears. "Oh, Mom, why did you lie to me..." I sobbed silently.

Mom must be hiding something from me. Oh, Mom, please don't blame your son for reading your note, please don't blame me.
"Who told you to deceive me first?" My inner demons surged, justifying all my actions
.

The final exams finally ended in a daze, and I began my reconnaissance plan.

I had a small amount of pocket money, mostly New Year's
money from uncles and aunts every year. These uncles and aunts seemed particularly generous, always stuffing bulging red envelopes into my hands. As
the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau, my mother usually didn't allow these people to visit, but it was hard
to refuse their New Year's greetings, especially since each person's New Year's money wasn't a small amount.

My mother wanted to take the money away for safekeeping, but I cried and refused, so she got me a zodiac-themed
card the money, telling me not to spend it recklessly.

My mother would never have imagined that I used some of the money to buy a small listening device online, which
I installed under the telephone in my mother's room.

For several days, I didn't overhear anything, but one thing was unusual: Mom would answer her phone
, say "hello," and then go silent. Was she hiding in the bathroom to make the call? Something was
definitely fishy!

I moved the bugging device behind the toilet bowl.

That night at 10:30, I finally overheard Mom's mysterious phone call.

"Hello..." came Mom's voice through the earpiece, along with the sound of her closing the bathroom door.

I turned up the volume and could faintly hear a man's voice on the other end of the line; I couldn't tell
if it was Dad.

"Calling so late, I'm about to go to sleep," Mom said softly, with a hint of joy.

"Hiding in the bathroom to make the call again?" came the man's voice.

"And what if Xiaojia hears us if we call from the room?"

"Hmm, you're right, it's better to be careful," the man said. "Are you standing or sitting?"

"Ugh, of course I'm standing!" Mom said sweetly.

My mind went blank. I never imagined my usually dignified and gentle mother would show such a girlish side.

Who was that man? Was it Dad?

"Zhenzhen, sit down." The man's voice was short and forceful, with an unyielding authority.

"Zhenzhen," Dad never called Mom that before.

"No..." Mom said, followed by a rustling sound.

"Did you sit down?"

"Mmm..."

"Where did you sit?"

"Where else? On the toilet."

"More details."

"Zhenzhen is sitting naked on the toilet, talking on the phone with Brother Long... No, it's so embarrassing..."

"Brother Long!" These words struck me like a bolt from the blue! Mom was having an affair! My dignified and beautiful
mother was indeed having an affair!

The goddess-like image of Mom in my mind collapsed instantly. I collapsed onto the bed, unable to bear the reality . I felt dizzy, but the sounds from the bugging device still reached my ears
without missing a single word . 　　"Hehe, okay, touch your big white butt for your brother Long a few times." 　　"Hmm...you're so naughty," Mom whispered. 　　"Hurry up and touch it, or I'll whip you." 　　"I touched it...hmm..." 　　"Where did you touch it? Tell me!" 　　"Hmm...I touched that little mole on my right butt." Mom seemed to be hypnotized by magic. 　　"Hmm." 　　"Oh...I touched it, I touched my anus, hmm...hmm...it's so itchy there..." Mom murmured shamelessly, her breathing rapid. 　　"Alright, stop talking, I'm already hard!" 　　Mom chuckled, "I have to say it, I have to say it, I miss your big cock brother..." So slutty! 　　"Brother Dragon" was clearly also unable to resist his mother's teasing. He said, "Okay, Zhenzhen, you dare to tease your big dick brother, let's see how it will deal with your little asshole next time!" 　　"Mmm, big dick brother... come on, Zhenzhen's little asshole misses her big dick brother..." 　　"Slut, wasn't it enough that I fucked you three times last week!" 　　"Not enough, Zhenzhen's big ass wants to be bullied by big dick brother every day..." 　　"Alright, Zhenzhen, stop being so frivolous. I need to save some energy to fuck you the day after tomorrow. Same place the day after tomorrow afternoon, okay?" 　　"Mmm, Brother Dragon..." The mother suddenly seemed to remember something, "By the way, Qingshan, Xiaojia's school swimming competition is next Saturday afternoon. I promised to go watch it. Do you think we can reschedule for next week?" 　　"Reschedule? How can we reschedule? My time is so precious!" the man said, "Besides, you know how closely my tigress at home is watching me!" 　　"Mmm, what should we do? Xiaojia has been waiting for this day for a long time..." the mother pondered. 　　"You figure it out. Give me an answer when we meet on Saturday." The man was clearly unhappy. 　　"Okay, Qingshan, I'll think of something," Mom said. 　　"Zhenzhen, I spoke a little too hastily just now, please forgive me." The man's tone softened. "You know how much I miss you, and we only have one chance to meet each week, it's not easy." 　　"Hmm... I know, Qingshan, I miss you too..." Mom said softly. 　　"Alright, goodbye, Zhenzhen. Remember, I love you." The man's voice was magnetic. 　　"I love you too, Qingshan, bye." Mom blew a kiss into the phone and hung up. 　　I was paralyzed as if struck by a ton of TNT, my mind a complete mess. "Long Qingshan," " every Saturday afternoon," "Mom's infidelity"—these words lingered in my mind. Why did the name "Long Qingshan" sound so familiar? I must have heard it somewhere before. 　　After a while, there was a knock on the door. "Xiaojia, why aren't you asleep yet?" It was Mom's voice. 　　I frantically shoved the listening device under my pillow, lay down, and said, "Come in, Mom!" 　　The door wasn't locked; locking it would only arouse her suspicion. Mom always respected my privacy and never barged into my room.

Mom came to the bedside and said, "Xiaojia, it's almost eleven o'clock, still not asleep?"

Looking at Mom's beautiful and kind face, my heart was filled with sadness. Oh, Mom no longer belonged to me; she
belonged to someone named "Long Qingshan."

My nose stung, and I hurriedly turned my head away.

"What's wrong, Xiaojia? Are you feeling unwell?" Mom reached out and touched my forehead.

"Oh, Mom..." Afraid that Mom would see me crying, I simply threw myself into Mom's arms. Mom's chest
was still so broad and warm.

"Xiaojia, do you miss Dad?" Mom gently patted my back, comforting me.

"Mmm..." I went along with it, thinking, "Mom, I must save you, I must
rescue you from Long Qingshan!"

In my young mind, Long Qingshan was the hateful "Long Ye," and Mom was a "shy and
beautiful young woman." Mom must have some secret that Long Qingshan had over her, which was why she let him manipulate her. Only by
thinking this way could I prevent my young heart from collapsing immediately and maintain a fragile balance.

Oh, holy and sorrowful mother, Xiao Jia is your brave little angel, he is coming to rescue you from your suffering
!

(III) Rescue Plan The

"reconnaissance plan" was changed to a "rescue plan". Since it was summer vacation, I was at home all day and had plenty of
time to prepare my grand plan.

I remembered the name "Long Qingshan" the next day and investigated it in detail. It turned out that he was
the deputy mayor of the city! I was a little scared. This "Long" was a person with a big background. His wife was said to be
the daughter of a big leader in the central government! Mother had indeed fallen into the clutches of evil.

This Saturday afternoon, Mother made another excuse, saying that she was working overtime at her unit. I made an excuse even earlier than her
, saying that I was going to play football with a classmate. Actually, I called a taxi. I was afraid that the driver would not believe that I had money to pay the fare, so I gave
the driver 100 yuan in advance and waited for him at the entrance of the community with the meter running.

Sure enough, before 2 PM, Mom's car pulled out, and I had a taxi follow.

505, Building 2, Yinlu Residential Complex—this was where Mom was being kept as a "golden house." Looking at
the tightly closed iron door of 505, I could almost see Mom being pinned down on the bed by the ferocious Long Qingshan, her lamb-like body
writhing helplessly beneath him.

I gritted my teeth, turned, and left. Today was just a scouting trip; it wasn't the right time yet.

I wandered around the Yinlu Residential Complex area and, incredibly, found
apartment 405 in Building 2 at a real estate agency! Right downstairs from the "golden house." Suppressing my excitement, I quietly completed the three-month rental
agreement.

The agent was puzzled as to why a kid like me would rent a place. I deliberately stammered that I was sharing an
apartment with some classmates for internet access. The landlord and agent exchanged knowing smiles, assuming it was just another group of student internet addicts trying to escape parental supervision,
and didn't ask any further questions.

The next seven days were exceptionally busy and thrilling. The pinhole camera I ordered online finally
arrived. I had previously bought a "bug" from this website; they only sold it to me because I was a regular customer.

The pinhole camera was a mini 640-line color camera, with much better image quality than the popular "Meifeng" version online
. It also supported wireless transmission and 10x optical zoom, but it was expensive; I
only for one set. Although I really wanted to install one in my mother's room at home, I had to
abandon this tempting idea since I only had one.

On Tuesday, I stole my mother's keys while she was taking a nap, making three copies of each, one of which was
the key to my "golden house."

On Wednesday afternoon, I went to the Yinlu residential complex again. Since I was a tenant, I could come and
go freely.

I knocked on the door of 505, and after confirming no one was home, I used the key to open the door and sneaked in.

Closing the door, my heart pounded. This was where my mother had lost her virginity—a two-bedroom apartment. The apartment
wasn't luxuriously decorated; clearly, the owner didn't want to flaunt their status.

The entrance leads to a foyer, then to the living room and dining room. It's not particularly large. The living room has a sofa set
, a TV stand, and a standard color TV. The dining room has a small dining table with two chairs side-by-side
, facing the TV.

I wandered into the kitchen; it was fully equipped with tableware. It seemed this was my mother's second home; she and
Long Qingshan had spent a lot of time here.

In the bathroom were my mother's usual French "Aubiro" cosmetics. I could almost see my mother
gazing at herself in the mirror, and a pang of sadness struck me.

Neither room's door was locked. One room was dark, with several thick
blackout curtains drawn along one wall by the window—it looked like a darkroom for developing photos. Did Long Qingshan have a hobby of developing photos?

The other room was the master bedroom, quite large, with a two-meter-wide bed in the center. The bed frame was low, and
a Simmons mattress sat on it. The sheets were pink, embroidered with two mandarin ducks. I touched them; they were very
clean. Was this the bed where Mom usually made love with that strange man? Snow-white buttocks, a dark penis
, rolling around… Thinking about it, I

drifted off into a daze. I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish these thoughts. Time was short; I needed to get down to business.

Two small speakers were mounted in the corners of the ceiling. I attached a camera to one of the speakers, pointing it
directly at the bed—a perfect, unobstructed view, practically invisible unless you looked closely.

After installing the camera, it was still early, so I searched the room, trying to find any clues Mom had left behind
.

Although the room was empty, there were some small items that made it feel cozy. On the bedside table was a
plush teddy bear, Mom's favorite fabric toy; we had another one at home. There were no hair clips or hair on the two pillows
, and the bedside table contained some magazines, toilet paper, towels, and other items.

After rummaging around for a while, my attention focused on the locked wardrobe and the desk drawers. This was no problem
for me; my key set included two or three small keys like these. I quickly found the wardrobe key,
and with a strange sense of excitement, I opened it.

What came into view were six or seven sets of women's lingerie hanging neatly. I gasped,
my heart pounding uncontrollably. The lingerie came in a variety of colors: bright red, ocean blue, pale yellow, pink, light purple,
and even a mysterious black—each piece was unique. Most were made of lace and sheer fabric, some were silk, and the designs were
incredibly provocative, completely devoid of any function as covering.

Looking at the bras alone, some were mesh, some only covered the nipples, and two were even completely open, exposing the breasts
. The panties were even less substantial; some used dark fabric to partially cover the pubic area, some were thongs
or V-necks, and some were simply slits in the genital area. Imagining my mother wearing these sexy lingerie
, I was mesmerized and quickly grabbed the closet door for support.

I gasped for breath. Good heavens, were these clothes my mother used to please that "Long Qingshan," or was she
forced to wear them? It was shocking! Although I really wanted to use these sexy lingeries to masturbate a few times, I
restrained myself. It was getting late, and what kind of secrets were locked in the drawer?

I locked the wardrobe, went to the desk by the window, and opened the drawer. Six
boxes of condoms were neatly stacked in one corner, the top box already opened! Inside were several beautiful photo albums. I took them
out, sat on the edge of the bed, and started flipping through them.

The first few pages were photos of my mother and a man. That man must be Long Qingshan;
he was tall and handsome, and my mother looked very young in the photos. I checked the dates; my mother was only twenty
years old then, in university.

As I continued flipping, suddenly, "Boom!" All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head. I could
hardly believe my eyes—I saw nude photos of my mother! If the sexy lingerie had shocked me
, these nude photos almost knocked me unconscious!

My hands trembled as I flipped through the photos. The last three albums were almost entirely filled with nude photos of my mother, some semi-nude,
some fully nude, all taken within the last five or six years, and the background was clearly this house!

Each photo had a caption on the back, such as "Zhenzhen's 26-year-old jade body," "Zhenzhen's 30th birthday
memento," etc., in a strong, vigorous Wei stylized font.

My mother was in various poses in the photos: standing, lying down, kneeling, and even holding simple props
. For example, in one photo, my mother was cross-legged, completely nude, with a cute little bear covering her genitals
. In the photo, my mother looked both alluring and adorable.

I have to admit that the photographer had a certain level of skill; these photos were erotic without being vulgar, seductive without being obscene,
similar to nude art photography.

However, my appreciation level was clearly not that high. My mother's nude photos made my penis
so hard it felt like it would break! The thought that my mother might have been sitting on the bed with Long Qingshan, admiring her nude photos, filled me
with intense hatred.

I stared greedily at the photos of my mother's naked body. In almost every picture, her alluring breasts were exposed
. My focus quickly shifted from her breasts to the mysterious dark triangle of her genitals. My mother
didn't try to hide her private parts; many photos openly displayed her pubic hair, and in some, you could even
see the small mound below. But in none of the photos did she deliberately spread her legs to expose her genitals, nor did
she use her hands to spread her vulva or buttocks—those clumsy attempts.

Some photos were of my mother's naked body from behind, highlighting the beautiful curves of her body, but
my gaze lingered on her large buttocks. Her buttocks looked so white and round in the photos, and I couldn't resist kissing
them a few times.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't care about leaving a trace; I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table,
quickly pulled down my pants, and masturbated while looking at my mother's nude photos. Oh… my mother in the photos was
smiling generously at me; she clearly never imagined that one day the audience for these photos would be her son!

Oh, look, in this picture, Mom is lying on the bed, engrossed in reading, her round bottom
arched, her legs sticking back, her feet stretched straight, her long, tender toes pointing upwards—I really want to lean in and suck them!

And in this one, Mom is lying on the bed, her arms supporting her body behind her, her breasts high and firm, her right leg
straight, her left leg bent and slightly parted, revealing her pubic hair in full view, and even her two
full labia majora. In the photo, Mom is playfully tilting her head and smiling at me, as if saying, "Baby, do you think
Mommy's pubic hair is beautiful?"

Oh… I can't take it anymore, I'm coming… I'm coming, oh… Mom, my dear Mom…

What a fulfilling ejaculation, because I'm accompanied by precious nude photos of Mom. After I came, I struggled to get
up, resisting the urge to steal a few photos and take them with me, mainly because I was afraid that if I were discovered, everything would be over. I
comforted myself, thinking that since I had the key, I could just leave it there for safekeeping. Reluctantly, I put the photo album back together and
locked the drawer.

After cleaning up the mess, I prepared to leave. The revealing lingerie, my mother's nude photos, and the dark room
filled the space with an atmosphere of debauchery. I didn't dare linger in the room. I hurried downstairs to
my rented room, 405, turned on my laptop, connected the equipment, and could clearly see
most of room 505 on the computer screen—most notably, the large bed.

Everything was ready; I was just waiting for the fish to bite.

This afternoon was truly a crazy afternoon. What would Saturday afternoon be like
?

When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner and asked where I'd been, why I was so late.

I lied, saying I'd gone to a classmate's house, thinking I couldn't very well say I'd been masturbating while looking at my mother's nude photos.
My mother didn't ask any more questions and we started eating.

My mother had a bad habit: she wouldn't let me watch soap operas while eating. This reminded me of
the two chairs facing the TV at the dining table in "The Golden House." Was Mom also watching TV while dining with that Long Qingshan?

My mind wandered, my gaze falling on Mom's full breasts. I smiled smugly to myself;
I now knew the shape of her breasts perfectly.

Mom didn't notice my peeping, continuing to frown and smile as the drama unfolded.
Yan smiled, sighing. "Can this mindless soap opera even be entertaining?" she thought. She didn't understand.

That night, lying in bed, for the first time, her judgment began to waver. Was Mom really
forced ? Or was she having an affair? What about those photos of Mom from her university days? Did Mom
know Long Qingshan back then? But didn't Dad also meet Mom in university? With many questions in mind, I
drifted off to sleep, but one thing grew increasingly firm in my mind: no matter what, I
had to touch Mom's large breasts with my own hands.

*** *** *** ***

The next day was Thursday. I complained that I was bored staying home alone and wanted to go to Mom's workplace. Mom reluctantly
agreed.

Sitting in Mom's car, I insisted on learning to drive with her. Mom said, "Xiaojia, you're too young . You
can't drive even if you learn."

I pouted and said, "Mom, F1 racing is all the rage in my class right now. All the other kids have all the gear,
but I don't even know how to press the accelerator or brake. It's so embarrassing!"

Mom laughed and said, "Okay, then you can just watch Mom drive. I'll be your
commentator I have time."

Mom thought I was just having fun, little did she know that my real purpose was to see her beautiful feet in high heels.

Hehe, I can openly see Mom's sexy feet again! Today, Mom was wearing a pair of cream-colored high-heeled
sandals, the kind with a thin strap that crossed the instep diagonally—very sexy sandals that made her already fair and slender
feet even more graceful and charming.

Unaware of my wicked thoughts, Mom continued explaining with a smile, "Xiaojia, watch carefully.
Depress the clutch, release the handbrake, left foot off the clutch, right foot on the accelerator."

Mom's feet moved freely on the accelerator and brake pedals, her toes sometimes tightening, sometimes relaxing, changing
shapes—it was truly a beautiful sight.

I watched Mom's beautiful foot show with great interest, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if the brake pedal were replaced with my little penis. When
Mom's toes pressed down like that, oh, it was so beautiful… And then there were Mom's smooth, shiny insteps. If
only I could lick them from bottom to top, tsk tsk…

Just as I was thinking this to myself, I suddenly heard Mom ask in surprise, "Xiaojia, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing
so strangely?"

"Oh…" I snapped out of it and quickly said, "Mom, I'm watching the movements on your feet."

"Hmm, you can't learn just by watching. You should understand the concept first, and then you can learn it seriously when you grow up."

"Mom, I'm already grown up." I said unhappily.

"Giggle…" Mom laughed happily, "Yes, our Xiaojia has grown up. She's almost as tall
as Mom."

Although I chatted and laughed with Mom the whole way, I still had the shadow of Long Qingshan in my heart.

When I arrived at my mother's workplace, as usual, those uncles and aunties gathered around, one patting my head, another
patting my back, all exclaiming in surprise, "Xiao Jia has grown so tall!"

"Director Zhuo, I think Xiao Jia looks more like you."

"Yes, he'll definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up."

I'm tired of hearing these kinds of flattering words, but my mother loves hearing others praise her precious darling, so there's nothing I
can do.

On Friday evening at dinner, my mother finally brought up the swimming competition on Saturday afternoon. She said, "Xiao Jia,
Mom... Mom has a meeting at the bureau tomorrow afternoon, so I probably won't be able to watch your competition."

Seeing my mother's guilty look, my heart broke. Mom, it seems that in your heart, Long Qingshan is still
more important than your son.

Although I knew exactly what was going on, I didn't call my mother out on her lie. I pretended to be extremely disappointed
, but actually, I didn't need to pretend much; it was true all along.

"No, no..." I simply snuggled into my mother's arms, rubbing my head against her chest, taking advantage of her
. I knew that my mother, who had done something wrong, wouldn't push me away at this moment. Oh, my mother's breasts were so
elastic. My head sank in and was gently bounced out. It felt so good... This slightly made up for my
pain.

Finally, my mother promised to take me to the water park on Sunday, and I finally gave up.

Okay, everything depends on tomorrow afternoon. Whether my mother is willing or forced, I want to know but I'm also afraid to know
the result. Sigh, it's really a dilemma.

(IV) Hiding a Mistress

On Saturday morning, I called my teacher behind my mother's back and used being sick as an excuse to cancel
the swimming competition held by the school in the afternoon.

After lunch, I left early. My mother thought I went to the competition and encouraged me to get a good ranking
. I didn't know what to feel. I took a taxi to Yinlu Residential Area, entered my rented apartment 505,
turned on my portable computer, connected the equipment, and the image of room 405 was clearly displayed on the LCD screen.

After doing all this, I checked the time; it was just before 1 p.m. Bored,
I stared at the large bed on the computer screen, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm my restless emotions.

Around 1:30 p.m., a man entered the room. I started to tense up. I adjusted the zoom and clearly saw
the man's handsome, resolute face, tall figure, and mature charm. It was indeed
the man in the photo album—Long Qingshan!

I gritted my teeth. He was the one who made that lewd phone call to my mother, and he was the one who coerced her
to come to this room every week to endure his sexual abuse. Just you wait, once I've recorded you and have evidence of your evil deeds, you won't be afraid
to let my mother go!

Long Qingshan took off his coat and changed into a pair of shorts and a tight vest. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he
must be almost forty, but his figure was still quite fit. He took out a complete
set of photography equipment from a small box he had brought in—several lenses alone—and started fiddling with them.

Suddenly, he looked up, stood up, and walked out. A moment later, he came back in, his arm around his mother's waist. His mother was
wearing an elegant white sleeveless dress with a floral print, revealing her full arms. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, the belt
was tightly fastened, her breasts were high, and the V-neck was very low. A pearl necklace hung around her neck, making her look refined and
dignified.

Seeing my dear mother on the screen made my blood rush to my head.

I heard Long Qingshan say, "Zhenzhen, why are you here early today?"

I glanced at the clock; it was only 1:50 PM.

My mother didn't speak, placing her purse on the table beside her. Long Qingshan impatiently embraced her,
sealing her lips with his forceful kiss.

He held her waist, kissing her forcefully, forcing her to lean back. To maintain
her balance, she had to wrap her arms around his neck.

Seeing my mother kiss a strange man for the first time, my heart pounded wildly, and my hands trembled as I zoomed in.

My mother stretched out her snow-white neck, her lips drawn to Long Qingshan's, involuntarily turning with his
. Finally, they reached the bedside, and Long Qingshan pressed my mother down onto the bed. They both let out
a muffled "hmm," their lips still locked together like magnets. My mother writhed on the bed, seemingly unwilling
to accept Long Qingshan's forceful kiss.

But Long Qingshan held Mom firmly beneath him, and her struggles were futile. After a while, Long Qingshan
loosened his grip slightly, and Mom managed to use her arms to push him away a little. Mom lay on the bed,
her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid, her high breasts heaving.

"Zhenzhen, what's wrong with you today?" Long Qingshan's tone was displeased.

Mom turned her head away, not answering, her eyes seemingly filled with tears.

My heart ached so much. Mom was indeed forced, that bastard Long Qingshan!

Seeing Mom's silence, Long Qingshan became somewhat annoyed. He got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and said coldly, "Is it because of
Xiaojia?"

Mom still didn't answer. I was a little stunned. Mom did it because of me?

After a moment of silence, Mom said softly, "You know, Xiaojia cares a lot about the swimming
competition this afternoon. He really wanted me to go and cheer him on."

My tears welled up uncontrollably. Oh, Mom, so I hold such a heavy place in your heart
! I felt incredibly guilty for not going to the competition and instead staying here to spy on my mother
. How was I going to explain my competition results to her when I got back?

"I'm sorry, Zhenzhen, I shouldn't have forced you to come," Long Qingshan said.

My mother sobbed softly.

"But you don't know how much I've suffered..." Long Qingshan's voice choked, "Every day I come home
to face that fierce she-devil. There's hardly a day we don't argue. The thought of going home after work sends chills
down my spine. Working overtime day and night is a luxury for me, not torture..."

Long Qingshan became more and more distressed as he spoke, burying his face in his hands, pulling at his hair, his once upright body curled up
, trembling slightly.

My mother slowly stopped crying, sat up, and her sorrowful gaze slowly turned to loving affection for Long Qingshan.

I inwardly cursed, "This is bad." My mother's heart is the softest; Long Qingshan's tactic was incredibly effective on her.

Long Qingshan continued, "Only this afternoon each week, when I'm with you, can I forget all my
unhappiness. Without you, I can't imagine what joy I would have in living this world; I might as
well ..."

"Oh, Qingshan, don't say that." His mother was moved. She moved closer to Long Qingshan,
hugged , and gently stroked his disheveled hair.

"It's true, really. Several times when I'm out socializing, I've really wanted to just get drunk and die at the table..."

"No..." His mother was on the verge of tears, holding Long Qingshan tightly, as if afraid of losing him.

"In my most painful and depressed moments, I think of you, and my heart is instantly filled with sweetness
. I even feel that all the suffering I've endured is a trial given to me by heaven because I have you!
Thinking like this makes me feel at peace. As long as I have you, I'm willing to bear any suffering!"

"Oh, Qingshan..." His mother was moved to tears by Long Qingshan's words of love.

Long Qingshan lifted his head from his mother's arms, gazing into her eyes, and said, "Zhenzhen, promise me, no matter
what, you won't leave me, okay?"

Under Long Qingshan's fierce onslaught, his mother finally surrendered. She nodded shyly and
was pulled onto the bed by Long Qingshan. Long Qingshan once again captured his mother's soft, fragrant lips. His mother closed her eyes, enjoying her lover
's tenderness. At that moment, I suddenly saw a smile appear on Long Qingshan's lips.

This smile deeply pierced my heart; my heart shattered. Mother, your heart is too soft. This shameless man
has taken advantage of your kind heart to deceive you and possess your pure and innocent body.

Long Qingshan straddled his mother's lap like a conqueror, his fingers brazenly pressing against her high, firm
breasts, gently kneading them through her clothes. My heart tightened involuntarily.

A blush crept across Mom's face. She didn't resist, but instead raised her arms above her head, shyly closing
her eyes and slightly thrusting out her chest, cooperating with Long Qingshan's hands as he unfastened the clasp of her dress behind her back. Their
subtle movements were perfectly synchronized; soon Mom's dress was pulled down to her waist, her white lace bra was removed, and
her grape-like nipples sprang out, standing erect in the air.

"Zhenzhen, every time I see your breasts, I feel something different."

"Come on, what's so different?"

"The first time I saw your breasts, I remember your nipples being pink, like two delicate
plum blossoms about to bloom."

"Oh, Qingshan…" Mom's eyes seemed to be veiled by a mist, and she gently twisted her body beneath Long Qingshan.

"Thirteen years have passed, and without realizing it, your breasts have become so full, your nipples have grown larger, and the color
has changed from pink to a light brown." Long Qingshan lovingly cradled Mom
's breasts with his thumb and forefinger, licking her nipples as he spoke.

"Oh, Qingshan, thirteen years...we've been in love for thirteen years..." My mother, moved, thrust her white,
smooth breasts forward, pushing her nipples towards Long Qingshan's mouth.

Her soft words struck me like a thunderbolt. "In love"? Wasn't my mother forced? She and Long
Qingshan were in love? And for thirteen years? Thirteen years ago, I wasn't even born!

I stared, dumbfounded, at the screen as my mother pressed Long Qingshan's head against her chest, her large nipples
moving in and out of his mouth, glistening with saliva. Long Qingshan skillfully nibbled at my mother's nipples with his pearly white teeth
, pulling them outwards with his lips, until they quickly hardened.

He expertly played with my mother's breasts, sucking, licking, and swallowing, causing her
to moan softly, her chest arching upwards. Those moans, which had been my perfect aphrodisiac just days before,
now held no appeal; my vision was blurred with tears.

Oh, Mother, Mother, how could you betray Father, betray me, and fall in love with a stranger?
To completely surrender your sacred body to this man?

I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, gritting my teeth. I would take revenge, take revenge on my unfaithful mother.

But seeing my mother smiling and opening her arms to Long Qingshan on the screen, all I wanted to do was cry. Oh, Mother,
how I long to be in your arms right now!

Instead, Long Qingshan, completely naked, rushed into his mother's arms.

His mother murmured an "Mmm," her broad chest supporting his weight. Her pale fingers gently stroked
his back. Long Qingshan lay quietly on top of his mother, enjoying her tenderness.

His mother seemed to enjoy this intimacy with her lover, but Long Qingshan was impatient; his hands began
to slip under her skirt.

His mother's private parts were being violated, and she frowned slightly, gently twisting her lower body.
The sudden shift from warmth to lust left her somewhat helpless.

Compared to sex, women seemed to need emotional comfort more, but intercourse was undoubtedly the most important thing for men
.

To satisfy her lover's needs, his mother allowed Long Qingshan to unbuckle her belt, and her skirt was removed.

His fair, voluptuous mother was thus exposed before Long Qingshan, wearing only her underwear. The despicable
Long Qingshan wasn't in a hurry to take off his mother's panties. He reached inside, and I don't know
what he was doing there, but his mother's eyes were slightly closed, and she was moaning softly

, her body trembling slightly. I stared, bloodshot, as I pulled down my own pants, my penis remaining perfectly erect.

Finally, Long Qingshan triumphantly ripped off his mother's panties, and her dark pubic hair came into view .
Reflexively, I grabbed my penis with my left hand and zoomed in with my right.

His mother's pubic area was a mess, like a bird's nest, glistening with her vaginal fluid
, making the hair clump together in a particularly lewd way.

Long Qingshan admired his "achievement," gently stroking the pubic hair with his fingers.

Mom blushed, propped herself up, and pushed Long Qingshan's hands away, scolding, "You've already done this to me,
and you still haven't had enough?"

"Not enough? How could it be enough? Just thinking about how I can so freely defile Zhenzhen's mysterious vulva, which is usually as noble as a saint,
excites me," Long Qingshan said.

"You pervert!" Mom laughed hysterically, her breasts bouncing. Long Qingshan's

eyes widened; he pounced on Mom
, groping and kissing her breasts again. Mom, instead of flinching, looked at Long Qingshan with a smile,
satisfied by her lover's infatuation with her breasts.

Suddenly, Long Qingshan stood up and said, "I'm a pervert, but my little brother is even more perverted!" He shamelessly
thrust his penis in front of Mom's eyes; its head was bulging, the glans a purplish-red, far more ferocious than my little penis
.

Mom spat lightly, turning her head away, her face flushed.

"Zhenzhen, come on, your little brother has been missing you for a week, so comfort him, okay?" Long Qingshan pressed
his advantage, pushing his lower body forward.

Mom slowly adjusted to a kneeling position, seemingly unwilling.

Long Qingshan pulled Mom's head, pressing his entire penis against her cheek.

"Mmm, so hot..." Mom didn't resist, but obediently leaned forward, her face touching it.

It seems Mom still likes this big thing. I painfully watched Mom's rosy face contrast with
Long Qingshan's ugly penis; the strong visual contrast made me shudder several times.

Long Qingshan fell silent, firmly holding his magnificent and erect penis. Mom was stunned by the solemn and
masculine beauty of the male genitalia. She carefully parted Long Qingshan's pubic hair and gently held his penis in her slender hand.

When Mom lowered her head and took Long Qingshan's penis into her mouth, I couldn't believe it. My usually noble and dignified mother
was actually taking such an ugly penis into her mouth!

Mom had no idea that her shameful behavior was being witnessed by her own son. She carefully
licked Long Qingshan's penis from bottom to top with her tongue, much like she would when eating an ice pop.

Long Qingshan closed his eyes, making "uh, uh..." sounds. Seeing how much he enjoyed it,
I angrily turned the camera away and focused it on Mom.

Mom seemed to love the penis in her mouth very much. She was as gentle as a goddess, occasionally stroking the penis lightly with her hand
, and even sucking on Long Qingshan's large glans like she was eating a lychee.

I really couldn't understand why Mom was so serious! I grabbed my own penis in frustration, wishing I could take
Long Qingshan's place and put my little penis in Mom's mouth.

Long Qingshan seemed to say something, and Mom reluctantly spat out the thing, pouting her red lips and kissing the head
of the penis, her face flushed with delight, saying, "Qingshan, it kissed me too, didn't it?"

Long Qingshan's penis trembled twice, and he hugged Mom, saying, "Come up and kiss me, you're not allowed to kiss it."

"Oh, I don't want to, it's more obedient than you..." Mom giggled, sticking out her delicate tongue to lick
a small dewdrop from the head of the penis.

I never expected Mom to become so slutty in bed! Long Qingshan couldn't resist Mom's teasing and pounced on her onto
the bed.

Too lazy to watch their ugly kissing, I pointed the camera at their lower bodies.

Mom raised her legs and spread them apart, forming an "M" shape, so that her vulva could be fully exposed.
Unfortunately, Mom's plump and tender vulva only flashed briefly on the screen before being blocked by Long Qingshan's buttocks.

"Qingshan, wait, you haven't put on a condom yet," Mom said.

"Hehe, I've calculated it, today is your safe period, little brother can enjoy himself to the fullest." Long
Qingshan chuckled lewdly.

"But... I'm still worried about the possibility of something going wrong." Mom seemed a little hesitant.

"Oh dear, don't think so much, don't you want my lava-like semen to scald your uterus? It's like absorbing yang to nourish yin
, I read an article today that said semen can help women prevent cancer." Long Qingshan persuaded.

"How annoying, I haven't even given permission, how did you sneak in..." Mom chuckled.

I gritted my teeth in hatred, hurriedly adjusting the camera angle, but I still couldn't see Mom's vulva.

The two on the bed adjusted their lower body positions, suddenly stopping for a second or two. I could even hear Mom's
"oh" moan, and my heart skipped a beat, knowing that Long Qingshan had entered.

My mind went blank, Mom was no longer chaste, I had seen her sacred vulva
invaded by a man other than Dad. I zoomed out blankly, watching my mother raise her pale
legs like a frog, Long Qingshan's ugly body heaving violently on top of her.

"Stop it, please stop!!!" I screamed frantically, tearing at my hair.
Naked lust couldn't numb my crumbling faith; I finally broke down. Tears streamed down my face as I
curled up on the bed, a huge rock pressing on my chest, wanting to cry but unable to make a sound.

Through my blurry vision, I watched the two fleshy worms writhing on the bed, and finally, I sobbed uncontrollably. I
pulled the blanket over my head, weeping alone in the darkness. It felt like an eternity. Exhausted from
crying , a last vestige of consciousness reminded me to pull back the covers.

The two people on the bed had clearly finished, lying apart. My mother's snow-white body was finally
exposed to me, completely naked.

My mother's eyes were slightly closed, her arms casually stretched out above her head, a faint smile on her face. Although
she had just been through a storm, her body was still so pure and flawless. I inadvertently noticed that her
armpits were also smooth; for Long Qingshan, she had shaved all her armpit hair.

Oh, sweet mother, enjoying the afterglow of her climax, do you know, your son is
heartbroken …

My nose stung as I looked at my mother's languid naked body. Her large nipples seemed to be silently staring at me.
Oh, my mother's nipples were innocent; although they had been violated, it did not diminish their supreme
position in my heart.

I looked at my mother's nipples and quietly masturbated until I ejaculated. Oh, for my mother, I have no regrets. At
this moment, I understood that I still loved my mother so deeply…

After a while, the two on the bed began to talk, and I listened calmly.

"Qingshan, I need to go home early today," my mother said.

"Hmm, still worried about Xiaojia?" Long Qingshan asked.

"Yes, Xiaojia is very attached to me. Not going to watch his match this afternoon will definitely hurt him," his mother
said apologetically.

"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, I've made things difficult for you." Long Qingshan reached out and hugged his mother.

His mother nestled against Long Qingshan's chest like a docile little lamb.

After a while, his mother seemed to sense something, and she propped herself up, saying, "Qingshan, I have to go back."

"You're just going to leave it like that?" Long Qingshan said with a bitter face; his manhood had become
erect again.

"It's because it's not behaving, I'm not going to ignore it," his mother said with a smile as she got up and reached for her bra.

"Okay, okay, fine, I don't care then." Long Qingshan grabbed his mother's hand and said, "Can't you take a shower before going back
?"

"What mischievous idea are you up to now? I won't fall for your tricks!" His mother playfully wrinkled her cute nose,
picked up her underwear, and headed towards the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to touch up my makeup, don't follow me."

Watching his mother sway her round buttocks as she walked towards the bathroom, even my little penis, which had just ejaculated
, got erect, let alone Long Qingshan's.

Long Qingshan jumped up on the bed, his erection trembling, and shouted, "
Zhenzhen , I'm here!" and jumped off the bed.

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