Playing with Mother at School

The first chapter of "Playing with Mother at School" -

A Little Hand's Journey
. It was raining outside. My mother and I had dinner together.

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

In the past few days, my best friend in class, Da Niao, had been bringing me some adult magazines, which made me interested in the female body. I even glanced at Xiao Wen, the ugly girl in my class, to see how developed she was. The

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

Last night, my mother and I lay back to back on the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was full of my mother's image. I gritted my teeth and decided to secretly touch my mother's vulva.

I pretended to be asleep and turned over, gently pressing my mother's body. My mother didn't react much, she just curled up and continued to sleep.

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

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

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

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

My hand under my mother's blanket didn't stop there. It continued its advance, breaking through the barbed wire and reaching the entrance. I thought I would break in through the edge of my mother's panties, but my mother was facing away from me, and her legs were curled up together, making the gap at the edge of her panties very small, impossible to slip my fingers inside.

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

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

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

"Mmm..." my mother let out a soft sound. My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped both hands, afraid to move rashly, lest my mother discover me. The air seemed to freeze. After a while, seeing that my mother didn't react, I quickly and gently pulled my hand out from under her blanket.

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

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

I climbed back into bed and lay down. My mind was filled with my mother's slightly flushed face, and soon I drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, you lazybones, get up! You'll be late for school!" My mother's voice woke me up.

I lazily replied, "Okay, I know."

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

"Tianming (that's my name), what are you daydreaming about? Come help me." It turned out Mom had asked me to help her carry rice in the kitchen; she was tidying up.
Chapter Two: A Feast for the Eyes
I followed behind Mom. Today, her back view was exceptionally sexy. She was wearing black leggings that perfectly outlined her lower body. The curves were alluring; her buttocks were plump and slightly upturned, swaying as she walked. Because Mom is 165 cm tall, her legs looked straight and long under her loose casual t-shirt.

Mom's figure hadn't changed with age, thanks to her regular exercise and healthy diet.

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

I found myself in the kitchen, and heard my mother say, "Sigh, it's really impossible to have a man in the house. It's so inconvenient to do anything. You're only 16, and I'm already making you do this heavy work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I quickly asked, "Everything?"

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

I smiled, secretly pleased, and said to my mother, "Come on..." "Mom, let's make a pinky promise, okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and I pulled at the same time, lifting our arms. Suddenly, two small bulges appeared before my eyes. It turned out that because Mom's upper body was straight and her arms were straining, her loose t-shirt was clinging tightly to her chest, and her breasts were clearly visible, with the bra marks clearly visible on them.

My pent-up desire reignited. So big, so round! Mom's breasts must be so beautiful. A surge of urgency welled up inside me; I wanted to see the true face of those "peaks." Unfortunately, a veil obscured them, preventing me from doing so.

I secretly made a decision: tonight's plan had a new target—to stealthily touch Mom's breasts.

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

I completely ignored her words, my eyes fixed on her chest. From the earlier work, her breathing was a little rapid, her chest rising and falling.

"Hey," my mother called, startling me.

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

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

I washed and dried my hands. I went to the TV, sat on the sofa, and recalled the glimpses of my mother's breasts and full hips I had just seen. I thought to myself, "Mom doesn't look old at all." This strengthened my resolve; I had to win her over.
Chapter Three: Fantasy Amusement
Just as I was immersed in my mother's ample hips and breasts, she came up behind me and said, "Tianming, Mom is very tired from working and sweating a lot. I need to take a shower to relax. Do you need to go to the toilet (the toilet and bathroom are connected, so you can't use the toilet while showering)?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At that moment, my mother possessed a mature beauty tinged with a classical charm. My heart pounded, my blood raced, and I desperately wanted to pin her down and conquer her, but I knew it was absolutely impossible.

Immediately, I bit my lip to calm myself down a bit.

The sound of the shower, "splash, splash," filled the air. Without me noticing, Mom had entered the bathroom and started showering.

I wondered what Mom would look like naked in the shower. She must be even more beautiful, I was certain. In the steamy bathroom, Mom held the showerhead, streams of water spraying onto her smooth, soft skin, exploding into tiny beads that bounced up, some landing on the floor, others falling back onto her skin, tracing her perfect curves from top to bottom. Mom rinsed herself with the showerhead in

one hand and rubbed her swaying body with the other, mixing shower gel. At this moment, Mom's cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she hummed softly. She slightly bent her legs, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, making them appear even more pert. A large stream of water flowed down Mom's smooth back, along her buttocks, and straight to her vulva. Due to the water flow, Mom's pubic hair became matted together. At the tip of her tangled pubic hair, streams of water trickled onto the floor.

With a "plop," the showerhead slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor, letting the water spray and hiss.

Mom lifted herself up, picked up the shower gel, and lathered her entire body, her delicate form appearing as if wrapped in a thin veil, her skin shimmering.

Then Mom moved to the bathroom wall, legs slightly apart, one leg straight, the other bent with the toes touching the ground, leaning her back against the wall.

Mom placed her hands on her thighs, using the shower gel for lubrication, rubbing her rounded thighs up and down, left and right, making a "shush" sound. Accompanied by Mom's "mmm" sounds, her hands moved up to the groin, her thighs slightly clasping her hands.

Mom began to rub her vulva back and forth along the outer edge of her labia majora with both hands, the pubic hair rubbing together making a "tsk tsk" sound. She twisted her body, her hips moving in circles, then tilted her head back, bumping it against the wall, her lips parted wide, panting heavily towards the ceiling.

After a while, her moans grew louder, longer, and deeper. "Mmm...mmm..." sounds escaped her lips.

Then, Mom slowly withdrew her hands from between her legs, spreading her fingers to make maximum contact with her skin. Slowly, slowly, she moved them from her thighs, down her lower abdomen, gently rubbing twice, then moving upwards. Mom took a deep breath, her breathing becoming more even.

When the base of her palms touched the bottom of her breasts, she stopped moving them, using the base of her palms to support the bottom of her breasts, rubbing them in circles. Mom's breasts swayed up and down, back and forth in front of her eyes. As her breasts swayed to their highest point, she lowered her head, extended her thin tongue, and licked her nipples as far as she could.

Her breathing quickened again, and she moved her hands up her backs, completely enveloping her breasts. She pressed her palms against her nipples, joined her outstretched fingers, and squeezed her breasts back and forth. Milky white bath gel was squeezed out between her fingers, flowing between them.

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

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

Gradually, her body trembled slightly, and she moaned softly. Her legs spread wider, her labia majora slightly parted, and her clitoris swelled. Mom pinched her clitoris between her index and middle fingers, rubbing her vulva, occasionally lightly touching the entrance of her vagina with her middle finger. Vaginal fluid began to flow from her vulva, gradually covering her hand.

Then, Mom used her middle finger to push against her vulva and inserted it into her vagina, all the way to the base of her finger, squeezing out all the vaginal fluid and letting it flow onto the floor. Mom let out a deep "Oh!" Then, Mom's middle finger moved in and out of her vagina rapidly. When it withdrew, it caused the tender flesh of her vaginal opening to turn inside out, and more vaginal fluid flowed down her finger, gradually forming a small puddle under her buttocks.

After a while, Mom stood up. Because her buttocks were covered in vaginal fluid, a silvery line appeared as she stood. Mom took a bath towel and placed it on the floor, kneeling down, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, supporting herself with one forearm, and reaching her other hand under her abdomen to her vulva, inserting her middle finger and thrusting it in and out of her vagina.

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

"Oh!" moans escaped her lips as she shook her head vigorously. Suddenly, Mom's body shuddered violently, her buttocks trembling slightly, her legs clamping tightly around the hand at her vulva, remaining motionless. A moment later, copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripped from between Mom's fingers onto the floor.

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

At that moment, I could still hear the sound of my mother showering in the bathroom. I quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from under the coffee table, turned off the TV, rushed to my bedroom, took off my underwear, wiped the semen off my penis and underwear, and crumpled the underwear into a ball, hiding it under the bed to wash it later.

Then I took a new pair and put them on. Suddenly, the shower stopped, followed by the sound of the washing machine drum. I knew my mother had finished showering and was doing laundry; she would soon be going back to her bedroom to sleep. I

quickly ran into my mother's bedroom, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep. I thought to myself, "I wonder what I'll get tonight."
Chapter Four: Missed Opportunity
I lay silently in bed, wondering how I could sneak a peek at my mother tonight. As expected, the sounds from the bathroom quieted down after a while. A short while later, I heard the creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor near my mother's bedroom door.

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

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

I felt her turn away from me, and I slightly opened my eyes, squinting at her. Her beautiful hair cascaded over her shoulders, droplets of water clinging to the floor. My mother walked gracefully towards her dressing table.

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

Reaching the table, she slightly bent her knees, lifted her hips, and placed her hands on them, letting the bathrobe cling to her skin. She then smoothed the bathrobe down her thighs to the back of her knees, sitting sideways to me in the chair.

My mother picked up a comb from the dressing table, tilted her head to one side, letting her hair fall to one shoulder, and with one hand supporting her hair and the other holding the comb, began to comb from the top of her head to the ends. Every gesture, every step, was so beautiful; I thought even the imperial concubines of ancient times emerging from their baths couldn't compare.

After a while, my mother put down the comb, placed her hands on the dressing table, and silently gazed at herself in the mirror. Instead of a smile reflecting her beauty, her face remained expressionless, her brow furrowed.

Just then, Mom raised a hand and picked up the family photo on the dressing table, gazing at it. I thought, Mom wasn't looking at herself and me, but at Dad. It was clear Mom still loved Dad very much.

My heart tightened; it seemed Dad held a significant place in Mom's heart, and it would take some effort to shake that.

After looking at the photo for a while, Mom put it back, got up to go to bed, and I quickly closed my eyes again, afraid Mom would discover I was pretending to sleep.

Mom came to the bedside, sat down, her back to me, so I had another chance to open my eyes. I saw Mom unbuttoning her bath towel, then loosening the waistband, and then, grasping the hem of her garment, she flung it back, and her bathrobe slid down her smooth back to her hips.

At that moment, my eyes widened; Mom's bare back was revealed before me, with only a few thin straps from her bra showing. Although it was just her back, it was enough to attract my attention, and this was the first time I had seen Mom's bare back so closely.

The perfect curve of my mother's back, its satin-like texture, powerfully moved my heart, making it pound with excitement. If I could lie on it, I would never want to get up.

My mother picked up the bathrobe scattered around her, placed it on the chair, and prepared to sleep. I closed my eyes at the same time, pretending to be asleep.

My mother was still curled up, her back to me, just like yesterday. I lay silently in bed, waiting for my chance, thinking about the scene of carrying the rice bag with my mother after dinner. A smile unconsciously appeared on my face.

"Hey, wake up!" A voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw it was daylight. I jumped up and saw my mother standing next to me. She said, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and come to the kitchen to eat. The food is on the table. Eat and then go to school."

But I didn't listen to my mother. Instead, I was thinking, "What did I do last night? I fell asleep and missed a great opportunity."

My mother's voice rang in my ears again, "Tianming, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up, you'll be late for school."

I looked up at my mother and said, "I'm still a little sleepy. I didn't hear you. I'll get up right away. You go ahead and do your work." My

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

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

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

I ate my breakfast hastily, said goodbye to my mother, and went to school with my schoolbag on my back. Going downstairs, I felt extremely depressed, blaming myself for falling asleep last night and wasting a chance.

I reached the building entrance. The air was exceptionally fresh due to last night's rain; I took a deep breath, trying to cheer myself up, reminding myself that there would be other opportunities. My mood brightened.

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

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

Chapter Five: Mom's Underwear

I hurried home, knowing there was something very important to do: wash that dirty pair of underwear.

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

I soaked the underwear, sprinkled some laundry detergent on it, grabbed it, and scrubbed it vigorously. I stopped scrubbing only when I was sure my mother wouldn't notice anything, then

wrung it out and took it to the balcony to hang it to dry. I picked up a clothes hanger from the windowsill, clipped the underwear onto it, and hung it on the clothesline. I glanced to the side and saw my mother's underwear and bra hanging there too.

I casually unfastened my mother's underwear; it felt very soft in my hands. Then I spread it open with both hands and could see that the crotch was slightly yellowed. I lowered my head and cupped my mother's underwear in my hands, trying to smell the scent of her private parts, but unfortunately, I could only smell the fragrance of laundry detergent.

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

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

I groaned softly, holding my mother's underwear in one hand and using the other to rub my penis through her outer pants.

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

I twisted my body, lowered my head, and saw that my glans was sometimes covered by the foreskin and sometimes exposed, with clear fluid flowing from the urethral opening, making the glans wet and slippery.

Under the influence of the fluid, the foreskin rubbed against the glans, making it even smoother and more pleasurable. So, I increased the speed and pressure of my hand on my penis.

After a while, I suddenly felt a ache in my lower back, my body shuddered, and my buttocks trembled slightly. Semen shot out from the urethral opening, but I didn't stop what I was doing, continuing to stroke my penis vigorously. "Oh, oh, oh," I groaned as streams of semen shot into the balcony wall, cascading down its surface.

It took a while for me to calm down. I set my mother's underwear aside, knelt down, took a tissue from my pocket, and wiped the semen from my other hand and penis. Then, I pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took out another tissue, and bent down to wipe the semen that had sprayed onto the balcony wall.

I casually tossed the used tissue out the window.

I turned around and saw my mother's underwear crumpled into a ball. I unfolded it with both hands; it was covered in creases, and the pubic hair that had been tucked under the crotch was gone.

I placed my mother's underwear on one palm and smoothed it with the other, thinking, "I was too reckless this time. It would be terrible if Mom found out the underwear had been touched." I then put my mother's underwear back on the original hanger, stretched the edges of the underwear, and reduced the wrinkles a bit.

Suddenly, I heard the click of the door opening. I thought, "Mom's back. Will she know what I'm worried about?"
Chapter Six: Mixed Feelings
While I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling me from outside. I quickly ran to the door and saw her carrying several bags, turning her head back and forth looking for me, a rare smile on her face. In my memory, Mom rarely smiled after Dad went on his business trip. I thought, "Mom must have something happy to tell

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

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

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

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

"You, all you ever think about is gifts," Mom said with a laugh. She paused for a moment, then added, "I've already asked my boss for leave. I don't need to work this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I need to get ready to welcome your father."

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

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

A little while later, I heard Mom calling me from the kitchen, "Tianming, come eat, it's ready."

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

Mom turned and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and said, "Mom, you're so good to me."

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

I turned around and went back to eat.

I finished eating in a little while and went to my bedroom. I lay down on my bed (I only sleep with my mother at night) and recalled my mother's kiss. It's a pity that when my mother kissed me, I was startled by her initial actions and mistook her for a hit, so I didn't savor it properly. I only felt a little warmth and her lips were so soft.

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

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

In class that afternoon, I was absent-minded. While the teacher was lecturing, I was thinking about my own things.

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

Thinking to myself, "Dad won't be back until tomorrow, so isn't there another chance tonight?"
Chapter Seven: Dad's Return When I got
home from school in the afternoon, I smelled a delicious aroma as soon as I entered the house. I went to the kitchen and saw a table full of dishes, and Mom was still cooking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A smile returned to Mom's face, as bright as a blooming lotus. She said to me, "I'll try some too."

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

I said, "Yes, he will."

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

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

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

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

So, I gave up any more ideas and went to sleep quietly.

The next day, I unexpectedly woke up on my own. I turned around and saw Mom was no longer beside me. I went outside and saw that Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast.

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

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

My mother said, "Me too. Your father is coming back today. I thought I'd go to bed early yesterday so I'd be energetic to greet him, but who would have thought I wouldn't sleep well at all?"

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

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

After I finished washing up, I went to the kitchen, where the food was already on the table. So I sat down to eat. At this moment, my mother said to me, "Come home early after school today, let's have lunch with Dad."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned and left, and on my way through the living room, I quickly called Big Bird to arrange a meeting place before rushing downstairs. When

I got home from school in the afternoon, I didn't dare watch TV as usual after dinner and homework, because my dad was home, and he was still very strict with me. So, after finishing my homework,

I reviewed my books for a while before going to sleep. Because of my dad's return and having my own bed, my fantasies about my mom's body faded, and my mind wasn't wandering. So, I fell asleep quickly. While I was half asleep, I heard moaning and "slapping" sounds coming from my mom's bedroom next door. My spirits lifted immediately, and my heart pounded. Were my mom and dad having sex? I thought to myself, "Even though I can no longer touch Mom's body, eavesdropping on Mom and Dad making love isn't so bad."

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

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

The "slap slap" sounds were louder and more rhythmic. I thought Mom must be sticking out her plump buttocks, letting Dad fuck her from behind. That's why Dad's abdomen hitting Mom's buttocks when he thrust his penis in and out made a "slap slap" sound.

Outside the door, infected by this atmosphere, my penis suddenly swelled up. So, I took out my penis and, following the rhythm of the "slap slap" sounds, started masturbating. I only breathed slowly in and out through my nose, trying hard not to make a loud moan. "Mmm...mmm, you little...slut, I'll...I'll fuck you to death."

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

I never imagined that my usually very proper mom and dad would be so crazy when they made love. My masturbation frequency also increased.

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

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

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

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

“Oh…no…no…really…no.”

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

“Oh…you…you scared me…I…I, I said…a month…no…not including…today.”

“Hmm…little…little slut…don’t…be scared, I’m just teasing…teasing…you.”

It turned out I was right. Today, before I came back, Mom and Dad had already made love, and after I left at noon, they did it again.

“Oh, you…you’re so bad.”

“Men…no…no bad, women…don’t love it.”

Moans, “slap slap” sounds, filled my ears.

After a while, the “slap slap” sounds became more frequent, and Dad moaned continuously: “Oh oh oh oh…” “

Big…big cock…cock brother…wait…for me a moment, I…am…coming…hum hum hum hum…I’m going to heaven…hum hum hum hum…”

“Oh…I came…it’s flowing out…yes…just keep it there…don’t rush to pull your big cock out, oh…it feels so good.”

After a while, the sounds in Mom’s bedroom stopped. Although I hadn’t ejaculated yet, I didn’t dare to masturbate anymore, afraid of making a sound that would disturb them.

I listened quietly to the sounds inside, only deep breathing.

After a while, I heard Dad say, "Honey, did it feel good just now?"

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

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

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

"Okay," Dad replied.

After a while, I heard a "scratching" sound.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you like it?"

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, I didn't have to worry about soiling my mother's underwear or her finding out that someone had touched it. So I wrapped one of my penises around my penis and rubbed it; I covered my nose with the other and deeply inhaled the scent of her vaginal fluid. Just like last time when I masturbated on the balcony, this time I climaxed again, even more intensely than before.

I went back to my bedroom, found a plastic bag, wrapped them up, and stored them away for next time I masturbated.

Then, I climbed back into bed and fell fast asleep. It was raining outside. My

mother and I had dinner together. After dinner, I went to the TV as usual to watch my favorite program, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about the scene of secretly stroking my mother's vagina last night. Because my father was away on a business trip, and my mother was afraid of being alone, she asked me to sleep with her. These past few days, my best friend in class, Big Bird, has been bringing me adult magazines, which has made me interested in the female body. I even glanced at Xiaowen, the "ugly girl" in my class, to see how developed she was. The woman I interact with most is my mother, so I've been paying close attention to her every word and action these past few days. Although she's starting to show crow 's feet, her fair skin and alluring figure are still quite attractive to me. Last night, my mother and I lay back-to-back in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of her. I gritted my teeth and decided to secretly touch her vulva. I pretended to be asleep and turned over, gently pressing down on her body. She didn't react much, just curled up and continued sleeping. So, I mustered my courage and carefully slipped my hand under the covers. It was warm inside. My heart pounded, and my throat was dry. I swallowed hard and lightly touched her buttocks with the pad of my index finger. My heart skipped a beat. "Ah!!!" My mother was only wearing underwear. My hand traced her round buttocks, moving to her inner thighs, trying to find a way in from the top of her triangle. My little hand cautiously advanced, only to be blocked by barbed wire. It turned out to be my mother's pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties. I gently rubbed her pubic hair with my fingers. At that moment, my penis throbbed painfully, so I reached my other hand into my pants and started stroking it. "Mmm..." I groaned softly, feeling so good! My hand, still under the covers, didn't stop there. It continued its advance, breaking through the barbed wire and reaching the entrance. I had planned to slip it through the edge of her panties, but my mother was facing away from me, her legs curled up together, making the gap too small to fit my fingers. Then a sudden thought struck me: although I couldn't directly touch her vulva, I could caress it through her panties. So I withdrew my forces from the entrance and circled around to my mother's buttocks. Relying on my memory from the pornographic magazines I'd read, I carefully searched for my target. Oh, my fingers suddenly touched a small mound—was this where my mother's vulva was? Then I gently pressed up and down with my index and middle fingers, and I could clearly feel a slight emptiness in the middle. Yes, this is where Mom's pussy is. I was incredibly excited, and even the hand that was stroking my penis quickened its pace. I used my index and middle fingers to rub Mom's pussy in an arc in the center of the mound. After a while, warm, moist air began to come out, and Mom's panties became a little damp. I changed my approach, turning the arc into a straight line, and stroked back and forth along the crevice in the middle of the mound, from one end to the other.

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

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

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

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

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

I lazily replied, "Okay, I know."

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

"Tianming (that's my name), what are you daydreaming about? Come help me." It turned out Mom had asked me to help her carry rice in the kitchen; she was tidying up.
Chapter Two: A Feast for the Senses
I followed behind Mom. Today, her back view was exceptionally sexy. She was wearing black leggings that perfectly outlined her lower body. The curves were alluring; her buttocks were plump and slightly upturned, swaying as she walked. Because Mom is 165 cm tall, her legs looked straight and long under her loose casual t-shirt.

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

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

I found myself in the kitchen, and heard my mother say, "Sigh, it's really impossible to have a man in the house. It's so inconvenient to do anything. You're only 16, and I'm already making you do this heavy work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I quickly asked, "Everything?"

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

I smiled, secretly pleased, and said to my mother, "Come on..." "Mom, let's make a pinky promise, okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and I pulled at the same time, lifting our arms. Suddenly, two small bulges appeared before my eyes. It turned out that because Mom's upper body was straight and her arms were straining, her loose t-shirt was clinging tightly to her chest, and her breasts were clearly visible, with the bra marks clearly visible on them.

My pent-up desire reignited. So big, so round! Mom's breasts must be so beautiful. A surge of urge rose within me; I wanted to see the true face of those "peaks." Unfortunately, a veil obscured them, preventing me from doing so.

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

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

I completely ignored her words, my eyes fixed on her chest. From the earlier work, Mom's breathing was a little rapid, her chest rising and falling.

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

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

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

I washed and dried my hands. I went to the TV, sat on the sofa, and recalled the glimpse of Mom's breasts and full hips I had just seen. I thought to myself, Mom isn't old at all. This strengthened my resolve; I must win Mom's heart.
Chapter Three: Fantasy Amusement
Just as I was immersed in my mother's ample hips and breasts, she came up behind me and said, "Tianming, Mom is very tired from working and sweating a lot. I need to take a shower to relax. Do you need to go to the toilet (the toilet and bathroom are connected, so you can't use the toilet while showering)?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At that moment, my mother possessed a mature beauty tinged with a classical charm. My heart pounded, my blood raced, and I desperately wanted to pin her down and conquer her, but I knew it was absolutely impossible.

Then, I bit my lip to calm myself down a little.

The sound of the shower, "splash, splash," drifted in. Without my noticing, Mom had entered the bathroom and started showering.

I wondered what she looked like naked in the shower. She must be even more beautiful, I was certain. In the steamy bathroom, Mom held the showerhead, streams of water spraying onto her smooth, white skin, exploding into tiny droplets that bounced up, some landing on the floor, others falling back onto her skin, tracing her perfect curves and sliding down to her feet.

With one hand holding the showerhead, Mom rubbed her swaying body with the other, mixing shower gel. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she hummed softly. She slightly bent her legs, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, making them appear even more pert. A large stream of water flowed down her smooth back, along her buttocks, and down to her vulva. The water caused her pubic hair to clump together. From the tips of these clumps, streams of water dripped onto the floor.

With a "plop," the showerhead slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor, spraying water with a hissing sound.

Mom lifted herself up, picked up the shower gel, and lathered her entire body, her delicate skin appearing and disappearing like a thin veil.

Then Mom moved to the bathroom wall, legs slightly apart, one leg straight, the other bent with the toes touching the ground, leaning her back against the wall.

Mom placed her hands on her thighs, using the shower gel for lubrication, rubbing her rounded thighs up and down, left and right, making a "shush" sound. Accompanied by Mom's "mmm" sounds, her hands moved up to her inner thighs, her thighs slightly clasping her hands.

Mom began to use her hands to rub her vulva along the outer edge of her labia majora, the pubic hair rubbing together with a "tsk tsk" sound, and Mom twisted her body, her hips making circular motions, then tilted her head back, touching the back of her head to the wall, her lips wide open, panting heavily towards the ceiling.

A moment later, Mom's moans grew louder and deeper. "Mmm...mmm..." came intermittently from her mouth.

Then, Mom slowly withdrew her hands from between her legs, spreading her fingers to make maximum contact with her skin. Slowly, slowly, she moved them from her thighs down her lower abdomen, gently massaging twice, then moving upwards. Mom took a deep breath, her breathing becoming more even.

When the base of her palms touched the bottom of her breasts, she stopped moving and began to use the base of her palms to support the bottom of her breasts, rubbing them in a circular motion. Mom's breasts swayed up and down, back and forth in front of her eyes. When her breasts reached their highest point, she lowered her head, extended her thin tongue, and licked her nipples as far as possible.

Mom's breathing became rapid again, and she moved her hands up along the back of her breasts, completely grasping them. Mom placed her palms on her nipples, closing her spread fingers, and squeezed her breasts back and forth. Milky white bath gel was squeezed out between her fingers, flowing between them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I quickly ran into Mom's bedroom, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep. Thinking to myself, "I wonder what I'll get tonight."
Chapter Four: Missed Opportunity.
I lay silently in bed, wondering how I could sneak up on my mother tonight. Sure enough, after a while, the sounds from the bathroom quieted down, and soon after, I heard the creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor near my mother's bedroom door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a while, Mom put down the comb, placed her hands on the dressing table, and silently looked at herself in the mirror. Mom didn't smile because of her own beauty; instead , her face was blank, her brows furrowed.

Then, Mom raised one hand and picked up the family photo on the dressing table, gazing at it. I thought, Mom wasn't looking at herself and me, but at Dad. It was clear that Mom still loved Dad very much.

My heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Dad still held a significant place in Mom's heart, and it would take some effort to shake his position.

Mom looked at the photo for a while, then put it back. She got up to go to bed, and I quickly closed my eyes again, afraid she'd find out I was pretending to sleep.

Mom came to the bedside, sat down, and turned her back to me, giving me another chance to open my eyes. I saw Mom unbuttoning her bath towel, then loosening the waistband, and then, holding the hem of her bathrobe, she slid it down her smooth back to her hips.

At that moment, my eyes lit up. Mom's bare back was revealed before me, with only a few thin straps from her bra showing. Although it was just her back, it was enough to attract my gaze. And this was the first time I'd seen Mom's bare back so closely.

The perfect curve of her back, the satin-like texture, powerfully shocked my heart, making it pound with excitement. If I could lie on it, I would never want to get up.

Mom picked up the bathrobe that was scattered around her, placed it on the chair, and was about to sleep. I closed my eyes at the same time, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

Mom was still curled up, sleeping with her back to me, just like yesterday. I lay silently in bed, waiting for my chance, imagining the scene of carrying the rice bag with my mother after dinner. A smile unconsciously crept onto my face.

"Hey, wake up!" A voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw it was daylight. I jumped up and saw my mother standing beside me, saying, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and come to the kitchen to eat. The food is on the table. After you eat, go to school."

But I didn't listen to my mother's words. Instead, I was thinking, "What did I do last night? I actually fell asleep and missed a great opportunity."

My mother's voice rang in my ears again, "Tianming, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up, you'll be late for school."

I looked up at my mother and said, "I'm still a little sleepy. I didn't hear you. I'll get up right away. You go ahead and do your work."

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

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

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

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

Reaching the building entrance, the air was exceptionally fresh due to last night's rain. I took a breath, cheered myself up, and encouraged myself that there would be other opportunities. My mood brightened.

Arriving at school, I entered my classroom and sat in my seat, thinking about Mom's ample hips and breasts. I didn't even notice the lesson starting. When the class monitor called for everyone to stand up, I was still sitting in my chair. My deskmate kicked my chair leg, bringing me back to my senses. I immediately stood up and joined everyone in saying "Hello, teacher," before sitting back down.

The morning passed in a daze; I don't even remember what the teacher said. Even my best friend Big Bird, with whom I always walked home after school, ignored me and went home by himself.

Chapter Five: Mom's Underwear

I hurried home, knowing there was something very important to do: wash those dirty underwear.

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

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

I picked up a clothes hanger from the windowsill, clipped the underwear onto it, and hung it on the clothesline. I glanced to the side and saw Mom's underwear and bra hanging there too.

I casually unfastened Mom's underwear; it felt very soft in my hands. Then I spread it open with both hands and could see the crotch was slightly yellowed. I lowered my head, cupped my mother's panties in my hands, and held them to my nose, trying to smell the scent of her genitals. Unfortunately, all I could smell was the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Then, I suddenly remembered a treasure I had—a pubic hair I'd found that morning where my mother slept.

I ran quickly to my mother's bedroom, lifted the covers, and there it was, still there. I picked it up, went back to the balcony, tucked it between the bottom of my mother's panties, and held it to my nose again. Although there wasn't much of a smell, I could imagine the scent of my mother's genitals by rubbing the pubic hair against my nose. There was a fishy, musty smell, but I didn't dislike it. Instead, I inhaled deeply, rubbing my nose against my mother's panties.

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

Gradually, my penis swelled to its maximum. I unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, pulled my penis out from the side of my panties, and began to masturbate vigorously.

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

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

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

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

I casually tossed the tissue out the window.

I turned around and saw that my mother's underwear was crumpled into a ball. I unfolded it with both hands; it was covered in creases, and the pubic hair that had been tucked under the crotch was gone.

I placed my mother's underwear on one palm and smoothed it with the other, thinking, "I was too reckless this time. It would be terrible if Mom found out that the underwear had been touched." I put my mother's underwear back on the hanger, stretched the edges, and the wrinkles were reduced a little.

Suddenly, I heard the click of the door opening. I thought, "Mom's back. Will she know what I'm worried about?"
Chapter Six: Mixed Feelings
While I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling me from outside. I quickly ran to the door and saw her carrying several bags, turning her head back and forth looking for me, a rare smile on her face. In my memory, Mom rarely smiled after Dad went on his business trip. I thought, "Mom must have something happy to tell

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

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

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

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

"You, all you ever think about is gifts," Mom said with a laugh. She paused for a moment and then said, "I've already asked my boss for leave. I don't need to go to work this afternoon and tomorrow morning. I need to prepare properly to welcome your father."

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

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

A little while later, I heard Mom calling me from the kitchen, "Tianming, come eat, it's ready."

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

Mom turned and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and said, "Mom, you're so good to me."

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

I turned around and went back to eat.

I finished eating in a little while and went to my bedroom. I lay down on my bed (I only sleep with my mother at night) and recalled my mother's kiss. It's a pity that when my mother kissed me, I was startled by her initial actions and mistook her for a hit, so I didn't savor it properly. I only felt a little warmth and her lips were so soft.

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

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

In class that afternoon, I was absent-minded. While the teacher was lecturing, I was thinking about my own things.

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

Thinking to myself, "Dad won't be back until tomorrow, so isn't there another chance tonight?"
Chapter Seven: Dad's Return When I got
home from school in the afternoon, I smelled a delicious aroma as soon as I entered the house. I went to the kitchen and saw a table full of dishes, and Mom was still cooking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and I sat down facing each other. I picked up a piece of food and noticed Mom looking at me. I knew she wanted to tell how the food tasted from my expression. So, I decided to play a joke on her and frowned.

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

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

A smile returned to Mom's face, as bright as a lotus flower in bloom. She said to me, "I'll try some too."

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

I said, "Yes, he will."

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

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

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

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

So, I gave up any more ideas and went to sleep quietly.

The next day, I unexpectedly woke up on my own. I turned around and saw Mom was no longer beside me. I went outside and saw that Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast.

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

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

My mother said, "Me too. Your father is coming back today. I thought I'd go to bed early yesterday so I'd be energetic to greet him, but who would have thought I wouldn't sleep well at all?"

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

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

After I finished washing up, I went to the kitchen, where the food was already on the table. So I sat down to eat. At this moment, my mother said to me, "Come home early after school today, let's have lunch with Dad."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned and left, and on my way through the living room, I quickly called Big Bird to arrange a meeting place before rushing downstairs. When

I got home from school in the afternoon, I didn't dare watch TV as usual after dinner and homework, because my dad was home, and he was still very strict with me. So, after finishing my homework,

I reviewed my books for a while before going to sleep. Because of my dad's return and having my own bed, my fantasies about my mom's body faded, and my mind wasn't wandering. So, I fell asleep quickly. While I was half asleep, I heard moaning and "slapping" sounds coming from my mom's bedroom next door. My spirits lifted immediately, and my heart pounded. Were my mom and dad having sex? I thought to myself, "Even though I can no longer touch Mom's body, eavesdropping on Mom and Dad making love isn't so bad."

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

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

The "slap slap" sounds were louder and more rhythmic. I thought Mom must be sticking out her plump buttocks, letting Dad fuck her from behind. That's why Dad's abdomen hitting Mom's buttocks when he thrust his penis in and out made a "slap slap" sound.

Outside the door, infected by this atmosphere, my penis suddenly swelled up. So, I took out my penis and, following the rhythm of the "slap slap" sounds, started masturbating. I only breathed slowly in and out through my nose, trying hard not to make a loud moan. "Mmm...mmm, you little...slut, I'll...I'll fuck you to death."

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

I never imagined that my usually very proper mom and dad would be so crazy when they made love. My masturbation frequency also increased.

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

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

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

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

“Oh…no…no…really…no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moans and "slap slap" sounds filled the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," Dad replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, you look so sexy in it, especially from behind, the fabric is so tight it's like your butt is bare." "

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

"You're so thoughtful. I'll go with you to buy a few more and keep them at home sometime, then let's see what you say then."

"Okay, don't say anything, let's go to sleep. You just got back today, you must be very tired."

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

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

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

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

This time, I didn't have to worry about soiling my mother's panties or her finding out someone had touched them. So I wrapped one panty around my penis and rubbed it; I covered my nose with the other, deeply inhaling the scent of the vaginal fluid. Just like last time I masturbated on the balcony, this time I climaxed again, even more intensely than before.

I went back to my bedroom, found a plastic bag, wrapped them up, and stored them away for next time I masturbated.

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

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