Mom and the office director

This happened when I was 15 years old. My dad drove a car for the Finance Bureau, and my mom worked at the Construction Bank. During that time, I don't know why they were always arguing, and they eventually separated. I lived with my dad. Later, my dad had something to do at work, and he had to drive his boss to another city for a while, so I went to live with my mom. To make it easier for me to study, my mom gave me her big room and moved into a small room herself. That room was next to the cold storage room, but it had a window, and the curtains were always drawn. They would only be opened occasionally when cleaning. It was from there that I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

One day at noon, when I came home, I saw my mother seeing that man off. I recognized him; he was the director of my mother's office. I didn't pay much attention, just politely said a few words, and went inside. My mother closed her bedroom door and came back in. We chatted for a while, and then my mother went to work and I went to school in the afternoon. Later, I often saw this man at my house, both day and night. Naturally, I had some doubts, but I didn't dare to say anything to my mother. Later, my father came back and didn't ask me to move back, saying it was troublesome to move back and forth, and he was always out and couldn't take care of me. So he let me stay at my mother's. Before long, it was summer vacation. During this time, my parents were still in a cold war, and that man would occasionally come to my house. But I felt that my mother and he didn't have anything going on. Until one day, my mother said she would be back late from a company party and told me not to wait for her and to go to sleep first. I don't know what time it was, but I heard the door open. I knew it was my mother coming back, but I didn't pay much attention. My mother came to my room, gently opened the door, looked in, and then closed the door and left. I then fell asleep in a daze.

Summer mornings get light early. I woke up a little after 5 a.m. and heard someone open the door and leave. I was puzzled because my mother doesn't usually go out in the morning. After lying in bed for a while, I got up to see if my mother had gone out. I went to my mother's room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw my mother's half-naked body (she was covered with a blanket, but only half of it, probably because it was hot in the summer). One breast and one thigh were exposed, along with some dark pubic hair. At the same time, my mother probably heard the sound and opened her eyes, then quickly covered herself completely with the blanket and asked me... "Why are you up so early?" I asked. "I think I heard someone open the door and leave. I thought it was you," my mother said. "Someone left? Are you still half asleep? Close the door and go back to sleep," I said. "Okay," she replied. As I closed the door, I saw a pink pair of underwear rolled up under my mother's bed near the doorway. I quietly closed the door and went back to my room. Lying in bed, I thought, "I couldn't have misheard. It was definitely the sound of a door opening." My mind was in turmoil, and I started to have all sorts of wild thoughts. It was from this moment that I began to pay attention to my mother. Let me

briefly introduce my mother. She was in her early forties at the time, about 1.66 meters tall. Her breasts weren't particularly large, and I don't know what they looked like inside. I did see her when she was breastfeeding as a child, but after so many years, I've forgotten. Her figure was decent, and she was considered average-looking. Looking back, I think she probably had the mature charm of a middle-aged woman. Because she worked at a bank, she had to wear business attire, and she looked quite beautiful.

One day around noon, I came home and saw that my mother's bedroom door was closed. I assumed she was taking a nap, so I turned on the TV in the living room. I heard a sound coming from my mother's room, and I thought she had gotten up because of the TV. About ten minutes later, my mother came out, dressed neatly, but she was holding the door open with her back to me. The man, also dressed neatly, came out too, without looking at me, and went straight to the door. My mother followed behind. He took a pair of leather shoes from the shoe rack, put them on, and left. My mother closed the door, looked at me, and I froze. My mind went blank. After a long while, my mother said, "What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll buy it when I get off work." I didn't say anything, just stared blankly at my mother. My mother didn't say anything, turned around, took her own shoes from the shoe rack, put them on, and left.

I snapped out of my daze. I roughly knew what had happened, but I didn't want to believe it. My mother wasn't that kind of person. How could this be? Why? I was so confused. I thought about it a lot, even foolishly thinking they were just chatting in the room. But how could that be? Who would choose to chat in the bedroom with the door closed? I shouldn't lie to myself. Right, if they were having sex in the room, they would definitely leave clues. I'll go check. I went into my mother's room. Her room was small; I could see it all at a glance. The bed was neatly made, not messy at all. There was nothing in the room. Could I be wrong? I was confused again. Then I remembered. I'd heard that you need to use condoms for sex. I didn't know anything about those things back then; I'd only heard about them. But there was nothing on the floor. I squatted down and pulled up the sheet to look under the bed. Nothing there. It was clean. Could I really be wrong? Ugh, this is so confusing. I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm a little thirsty. I'll go to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

I went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and gulped it down. After finishing, I put down the glass and turned to leave when I caught a glimpse of something on the floor of the refrigerator. I turned around and saw two wads of paper. I quickly went into the refrigerator, picked them up, and saw they were two wads of white toilet paper stuck together. One was a little dry, and the other was a little damp. I opened the dry one, and the stuck part was a bit yellow. I opened the damp one, and the dry parts were also yellow, while the wet part in the middle was white with a few black, curled hairs. What was that? I smelled it; it smelled a bit fishy and had a slightly foul odor.

Having no experience and no idea what it was, but knowing it was definitely something left behind from their lovemaking, I was stunned and furious. How could Mom do this? Why? I couldn't understand it. What should I do? Tell Dad? I was too scared. Tell Mom? I was too scared too. What could I do? I felt so useless. In my heart, I always felt Mom wasn't that kind of person. Mom wouldn't do this unless I saw it with my own eyes or caught them red-handed. But could I do that? I thought about it for a long time. I couldn't. I thought about it all afternoon. I decided I had to see with my own eyes whether they were having sex and then ruin it for them. But I hadn't figured out how. How could I see it? Looking through the door, it's impossible; touching it would make a sound. What to do? I went into my mother's room. Ah, the curtains! That's it! The curtains are always drawn, never moved. With a little manipulation, I could see inside. The curtains are dark-colored, so even from outside, I wouldn't see my reflection. That's it! I slightly opened the two curtains, and from my mother's room, I couldn't see anything. I went to the refrigerator room to look; there, I could see the entire room. I made a plan, just waiting for that moment to happen. Strangely enough, after I did the trick, that man rarely came. When he did, he would just talk to my mother for a bit and then leave. Actually, this was what I hoped for, but I don't know why I felt a little disappointed.

I remember it was around 3 pm on Monday when my mom called to say that her colleagues were having dinner together that night and told me not to wait for her. After hanging up, I wondered if they would all be coming home together. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, so I called my mom back and said, "Mom, what time are you coming home tonight?" My mom said, "It's uncertain. Do you have something to do?" I said, "No, if that's the case, I'll go to a classmate's house and won't be coming back." My mom probably thought for a moment and said, "Then don't go running around. It's dangerous outside now. Focus on your studies and don't always think about playing." I said, "Okay, I know. Okay, I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, I thought, "If I just hide at home right now, wouldn't that be fine?" I went to the freezer room and chose a spot, but then I realized, "No, if I leave, the door must be double-locked. If I don't go out, won't Mom notice something's wrong when she opens the door?" What should I do? Then I had an idea. I quickly ran outside and called Mom from a phone booth. Mom asked what was wrong, and I said, "I was in a rush and left my keys on the coffee table. I didn't lock the door. Mom, please come home early tonight." Then I heard Mom ask, "Whose house are you going to?" I didn't answer. I hung up the phone and ran home. I closed the door, put the key on the coffee table, and my heart was pounding. Maybe it was from running, or maybe it was from something else—it was all very complicated. I turned around and saw my shoes. What should I do? I found a bag, put the shoes in it, and hid them in my bedroom. I went to the refrigerator and stood there thinking a lot. Should I really look? What if I do see them? What if they don't come back together? I was wavering, but I just couldn't leave. Oh well, if nothing really happened, I'll just pretend nothing ever happened.

The wait was agonizing. Darkness crept in, and I wondered when they'd be back. I felt a strange mix of anticipation and dread—a mix of fear, panic, and worry about being discovered. I thought about it all. Then, I heard the door open. I tensed up instantly, my heart pounding. I barely dared to breathe, covering my mouth and nose, afraid they'd hear me. Then I heard the light switch on in the living room. My mother said, "This child really left her keys at home. Come in," followed by a man's voice. "Oh." The door closed. My mother said, "Sit down," again a man's voice. "Oh." A moment later, the man said, "Why did you put the child's key in your bag?" The mother replied, "So the child can pick it up from me tomorrow. I have all kinds of keys on my keychain, including the one for work, so it's inconvenient for him to take it." The man said, "Oh, okay." Then he added, "Was everything alright last time? I was a little scared last time too. I didn't really talk to you afterwards, and I didn't know what to say." The mother said, "It's okay." The child didn't say anything either. The man then said, "It's not good. I'm sorry for making things difficult for you." Then he fell silent.

After a while, I heard my mother say, "Don't stay here, let's go into the room." The man said, "Isn't the child not coming back? What are you afraid of?" My mother said, "The child is still around. Let's go into the room." The man said "Oh" again, and the light in my mother's room came on. My mother said, "Turn off the living room light." The man said "Oh" again, and the living room went dark. At this moment, my mother was facing my curtains in the room, taking off the hair clip in her hair and running her hands through her hair. I suddenly thought my mother was quite pretty. I wondered if my mother could see me. Did she know I was peeking? Judging from my mother's expression, she didn't know. The man came in, hugged my mother from behind, and kissed her neck. My mother smiled. The man then moved my mother closer and kissed her lips. After a few kisses, he pushed my mother onto the bed and continued to kiss her lips and touch her breasts. My mother hugged him and kissed him back. I was so angry that I really wanted to rush in and beat the man up, but I didn't dare. I don't know why I didn't dare. I could only continue watching.

They continued kissing, and after a while, the man started unbuttoning Mom's clothes. After unbuttoning a few buttons, Mom pushed him away, and they separated. Mom stood up and started taking off her clothes herself. After taking off her shirt, she took a clothes hanger from the closet and hung it up, then closed the door behind her. I saw the man say something, but I couldn't hear clearly, even though there was a window, it was still soundproof. Then Mom said something and started taking off her clothes again. The man sat on the bed taking off his shirt, and Mom's back was to me. I saw Mom take off her bra, which was floral. When the man saw Mom take off her bra, he moved off the bed, pulled Mom over, and started kissing her breasts, like a baby nursing, sucking on her nipples. After one nipple, he moved to the other. Mom held his head with both hands, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open, as if she was enjoying it. While kissing her, the man also touched Mom's back and buttocks, and pulled up her skirt.

I saw that my mother was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose with white underwear underneath. The man immediately put his hand inside her underwear, probably touching her vagina. At that moment, I saw my mother open her mouth even wider, tilt her head back slightly, and tightly hug his head with both hands, pressing it against her breasts. Her buttocks and body were also twisting. In today's terms, her expression was very lewd and flirtatious. Although I don't want to use such words, I don't know how else to describe it. I was stunned at the time, staring blankly at them, my mind completely blank. It really felt like I wasn't thinking about anything, except that my mouth was dry and my heart was beating very fast.

After a while, Mom released his head, opened her eyes, and smiled. Then she started taking off her pantyhose and underwear at the same time. The man also started taking off his pants and underwear. I immediately saw Mom's vulva. It had a lot of hair, dark and covered the vulva, with a long slit in the middle. I couldn't see it clearly. Then the man pressed Mom down on the bed. They were facing me. The man was on top of Mom, holding her head and kissing her mouth. Mom was hugging his back and stroking him back and forth. After kissing for a while, the man moved his body away from Mom and started kissing her mouth while touching her breasts, or rather, pinching them, and touching her nipples. After a while, he moved his hand from top to bottom and started touching Mom's vulva. I could only see him touching it, but I could see... He couldn't see my mother's vulva, only her pubic hair. Her legs were spread wide. After kissing her for a while, he started kissing her breasts, nipples, and stomach. My mother was also touching her breasts with both hands. Soon, the man knelt down by the bed and pulled my mother's thighs down, so her buttocks were on the edge of the bed and her thighs were on his shoulders. I saw the man start kissing my mother's vulva. He put his mouth on her vulva and licked it. I could see him licking it up and down with his tongue. At this time, my mother was gripping the sheet with one hand, as if she was using a lot of force, and was squeezing her breast with the other hand. Her head was also turning back and forth. I don't know how to describe her appearance. Actually, at this time, my penis was also hard, but I didn't realize it. I was watching like I was watching a pornographic movie, not taking my eyes off it. I only knew that I was watching and didn't even know that I was changing.

After licking for a while, the man took one of Mom's thighs off his shoulder and pushed it to the side. At that time, Mom had one thigh on his shoulder and the other on the bed, which he spread wide apart. He then used one hand to insert into Mom's vagina while kissing her. Mom was still squeezing her breasts hard, turning her head back and forth, and occasionally I could hear her making "ah" sounds. I don't know how many times I heard "ah" sounds. Suddenly, I felt like I was waking up. I realized that my penis was incredibly hard. I unconsciously pulled it out, and there was some fluid on it. Now I knew it was semen, and I started to gently masturbate.

The man climbed onto the bed after a while, putting his penis in my mother's mouth. She seemed to dislike it, but he forced her head towards him. She only ate a few times and then stopped. He seemed to know she didn't like it, and then he got off. I saw my mother naturally lift her legs. The man, with one hand holding his penis, tried to insert it into her vagina, while slowly using the other hand to prop himself up on the bed. Once it was inside, he used both hands to support himself on the bed and began thrusting into her vagina. My mother's legs were wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his arms. At first, his movements were slow, thrusting gently, but later they became faster. My mother's legs were wrapped around his waist... His thighs were also bent open, probably because he was going too fast, and his penis came out all at once. I saw that his penis was shiny, not very long, but a bit thick. He stood up, lifted my mother's two thighs up and pulled them down, and then tried to insert his penis into my mother's vagina. It seemed like it couldn't go in, so I saw my mother use her hands to hold his penis and move it down by herself, and then he inserted it. Then he grabbed my mother's thighs and started fucking her. My mother's buttocks were off the ground. He was going quite fast, and I don't know why, but I started masturbating faster too, as if I was following their rhythm. He fucked her dozens of times, and then he lay on top of my mother.

They kissed again. After a while, they changed positions. They weren't facing me anymore; they were sideways. The man took his penis and started fucking my mother again, but he wasn't moving fast. That's when I couldn't see their genitals clearly because my mother's thighs were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered. I could only see my mother's expression. She had her eyes closed and was pinching her breasts, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both. After fucking for a while, they changed positions again. My mother leaned towards the edge of the bed and stuck her buttocks up, facing me. I could see her, but before I could get a good look, the man came over and blocked my view. I saw him holding my mother's waist with one hand and taking his penis with the other, then he started fucking her quickly. Unlike before, when he started slowly, this time it was very fast. He thrust in and out dozens of times. The last few thrusts were quite forceful. I saw my mother almost being pushed down by him. Then he collapsed, lying on the bed, his penis drooping and crooked to one side.

There were shiny things on it; now I know it was water or semen, but I didn't understand back then. Mom was still lying there, not moving, her buttocks still facing me. I finally saw the whole picture of Mom's vagina. Her pubic hair was wet, and her vulva was turned inside out. What color was it? Was it red or not? I couldn't say. Her pubic hair was stuck together. There was a small hole in her vulva, sometimes bulging out and sometimes retracting. Her anus was the same. After a while, some fluid started to flow out, not much, flowing onto Mom's pubic hair and dripping onto the sheets. My mouth was so dry, and my heart was pounding. Actually, I had already ejaculated, but I didn't feel anything, or rather, I didn't feel anything at all. I was just too focused on them. My mom paused for a moment, then got out of bed, took a roll of toilet paper from the bedside table, gave a long strip to the man, and then took a long strip for herself before squatting down. I couldn't see her anymore. The man wiped his penis and then threw the paper on the floor. My mom seemed to have finished wiping as well, and then took the paper away. I heard the sound of water flushing in the bathroom; my mom must have flushed the paper away. A little while later, my mom came back, and they turned off the lights and went to sleep. I think they said something, but I couldn't hear clearly. I was also very tired and scared. I sat quietly by the wall, too afraid to sleep, afraid of making a sound.

That night was so long for me. My feelings were so complicated. I thought about everything, even death. I thought about so many things that I can't even remember them clearly now. I finally made it to dawn, though I don't know what time it was. The sun was shining brightly. I heard a sound at the door, and then my mother said, "Let's go out to eat." I came back to tidy up, and the man said okay. After a while, I heard them leave. I stood up; my legs were so sore. I felt awful. I went into my mother's room. The bed was a mess. I don't know how to describe how I felt at that moment.

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