Spying on Mom's Happiness

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No job is more tedious than being a bank teller.

Every day, I have to process hundreds of transactions in front of long queues, and the accounts can't have a single mistake –
the pressure is immense. And today's workload was exceptionally high; even I, a veteran employee of over ten years
, felt overwhelmed. The stuffy air in the bank quickly turned me into a sweaty mess, and
I just wanted to get off work, take a hot shower, and relax.

Finally, after checking the last account, it was time to leave. But then it was rush hour, and I had to squeeze onto a
crowded bus to go home. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. I
really , so I just bought two pounds of noodles at the main food counter on my way home, thinking I'd just have a simple meal with my son
.

"So tired!"

I wearily tossed my handbag aside, sat on the sofa, and unbuttoned my shirt to cool off. A cool breeze
caressed my delicate breasts, encased in a flesh-colored bra, and I felt a surge of comfort. I sipped iced water while
watching the clock on the wall to calculate the time.

"It's six o'clock now, and my son won't be home until seven. I'll take a shower first. After I'm done , I'll make him
his favorite braised noodles. By then, he should be home, ready to eat." I secretly planned.

As a wife and mother, I revolve around my husband and son like the earth revolves around the sun.
Everything I do must consider them first, then myself. No wonder, they are
the people I love most!

After making up my mind, I changed into slippers and started undressing.

Shirt, uniform skirt. I took them off and threw them in the washing machine, intending to wash them after dinner.

Pantyhose, bra, underwear. I carried them into the bathroom with me. I planned to wash
the underwear while showering. This is a habit I've developed over the years: I hand-wash my underwear with soap so it
stays dry when I wear it.

I first soaked the underwear in warm water in the washbasin. Then I turned on the water heater and slowly
enjoyed the hot bath

I'd been longing for all day. I love hot baths; when the scalding water washes away the sweat, I feel incredibly relaxed,
as if all the day's fatigue has been washed away, and I feel refreshed. As I lathered
myself with soap, I looked at my white cotton underwear in the washbasin. The obvious yellow
stain made me laugh.

Probably because he was going on a business trip, my husband made love to me three times last night.

That jerk! Not only did he exhaust me, but he didn't even bother to get more tissues to
wipe his semen; he just used my underwear to wipe his penis. This morning, I had to get up to
buy breakfast for him and the kids, and I groggily got up without changing my underwear, going to work
all day in this dirty mess. It wasn't until I went to the toilet during my lunch break that I realized how disgusting it was.

Thinking about it, my

face turned red. I've always been shy; my face turns red whenever I encounter something embarrassing. My son probably inherited this trait;
his thoughts are often betrayed by his flushed cheeks.

Blushing, I pondered why my husband and I, both of us, were still so
passionate about sex.

I rinsed off the soap and looked down at my body.

I'm 40 years old, past middle age. But my skin is still fair and smooth, my breasts are still full, and
my buttocks and legs are still shapely and long. Only my breasts have sagged slightly, and my nipples and areolas are no longer
the pink of my youth, but a mature dark brown. My lower abdomen is also slightly protruding, so my waist doesn't seem
as . Especially the irreparable scar from my C-section, which I still
don't want to look at. Overall, I don't feel bad about myself, and I'm quite proud of my looks.
This easily explains why my husband is always so eager and passionate after undressing me
.

But how do I feel about my husband?

Thinking about him makes me sigh.

He's very good to me; he's my most important support, and our love is obvious to everyone. There's
just one small flaw that people often joked about when we first started dating. Although it
didn't become an obstacle to our relationship, and we eventually got married and had children, and are
still very much in love, this small flaw still bothers me somewhat.

This small flaw is that my husband is a bit ugly!

Of course, not terribly ugly! But at least when we go out together, it has drawn
comments like "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung." Sometimes when I compare my appearance with my husband's, I realize
there are indeed reasons why people don't think we're a good match in terms of appearance.

First, there's height. At 1.69 meters, I'm considered quite tall for a woman. My husband is only a pitiful
1.65 meters tall, so taller than me even without heels.

Secondly, he's dark-skinned, while I'm fair-skinned. He was already dark-skinned to begin with, and because he works outdoors on
construction sites , his darker complexion is beyond imagination. Every time we make love, I often think
of an American porn movie we watched together, a scene where a short, fat black man violently fucks a tall white woman. I often
laugh out loud while we're having sex, imagining that ridiculous image.

Finally, there's his appearance. My husband comes from the countryside and wasn't good-looking to begin with. In recent years, because he's earned more money
and eats better, he's gained almost 220 pounds. You can imagine
how disgusting a woman would feel to see a dark, fat, ugly man in heat. Add to that his rough nature, ingrained by his work and background, and
sometimes, is like a nightmare.

Of course, compared to his love and care for me, these are minor issues. I chose to marry him
because I valued his reliability and diligence more; compared to inner qualities, these outward appearances are
insignificant . These are just some minor complaints I made when I was lonely at home alone.

And paradoxically, even though seeing his ugly naked appearance is like a nightmare, I still
can't bear to give up having sex with him. Because some men are good-looking, but my husband is good for practicality!

My husband's performance in bed, like everything else about him, cannot be judged by his appearance. I do
find his obese body and his face, contorted in pleasure during sex, even more unsightly. But he seems to have an extraordinary talent for
satisfying . I've always been a sensitive woman,
with a deep-seated sexual desire. In all the time we've been married, he's almost always brought me to
climax . I've lost count of how many times I've fainted from pleasure during sex with him, which is
another hidden reason why I'm so attached to him.

As I've grown older, I've become less ashamed of sex and have gradually become bolder and
more open, enjoying the pleasure he brings while fantasizing about
a handsome young man on top of me. Of course, this emotional infidelity only arises when the intense physical
pleasure . In real life,
I have never been unfaithful to my husband.

Every time I shower, when my hands brush against my sensitive areas, I always find myself thinking about
intimate things between my husband and me, and today was no exception. It wasn't until the water from the water heater cooled down that I realized I'd been showering
for quite a while.

I quickly turned off the shower, dried myself with a towel, and squatted down to wash my underwear.
The semen stains my husband left on my underwear were difficult to remove; I had to use soap twice to clean my underwear and stockings.

After washing, I carried the laundry basin out of the bathroom. Since no one was home, and we live
on the top floor, I confidently went to the balcony to hang my underwear to dry. Although I knew the buildings across
the , I still tried to hurry up and hang the clothes. Standing naked on the balcony to hang clothes
made me feel a little guilty. I

quickly hung the underwear up, and just as I was about to rush back to the bedroom
to , the door opened, and my son came home.

I was stunned! My son casually closed the door and headed towards the living room, just as we came face to face. I froze for a moment
. To make matters worse, I was so startled by his sudden return that I didn't even think to cover my
private parts with my hands, and I didn't have time to turn around, exposing all my feminine privacy to
him .

"Ah!"

My son and I screamed simultaneously after a moment of stunned silence. I quickly squeezed my legs together, covered my private parts and breasts
with my hands and turned away. My son fled into his room as if running away. I
was left alone in the living room, my face flushed and at a loss.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why aren't you in your room like that? How am I supposed to go to the living room?"

my son complained from his room.

"Even if no one's home, don't you know to wrap yourself in a towel after a shower?" My son's tone made it seem like I had done
something wrong.

My face was burning as my son scolded me through the door. I was too ashamed to say anything, so I could only go back to
my bedroom to find a clean set of underwear and a dress to put on.

After changing my clothes, I called out to my son's bedroom, "Come out! Mom's all changed." Then,
blushing , I started preparing to cook noodles.

When my son came out, he didn't say anything to me, just turned on the TV and watched while waiting for dinner.

I glanced at him and noticed he seemed to be secretly watching me too. His face looked extremely unnatural, so I wanted to
comfort him. I put on my motherly airs and pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "Why are you so nervous? You
're my own son, we're mother and son, what's there to be embarrassed about? Okay, Mom will be
more careful . You rest for a while, and I'll make you dinner. I'll make your favorite braised noodles, okay?"

My son nodded noncommittally, without saying anything. His handsome little face turned rosy, just like mine, which
was very cute. Luckily, my son looks more like me! He's fair-skinned, tall, and handsome, a real catch. That's
one of the reasons my husband and I spoil him so much. This child is just too introverted. My husband and I are both busy with work and
rarely communicate with him properly, so he's always been well-behaved and reserved in front of us, always seeming a bit distant.

Oh well, it's all in the past now. Like I comforted my son, he's my own son.
What's the big deal if he sees me naked once? Besides, he
always . Even though he's grown into a young man, he's still
the son I bathed with! Why should I be so nervous?

I reassured myself while quickly preparing dinner. During that dinner, my son and I barely spoke.

Although I tried to hide it, a vague shadow was still etched in our hearts.

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