Funny things that happened when I met my mom

I tiptoed into the hallway, pressed myself against the wall, and peered into the lobby. One glance was enough to me be completely captivated. Though I was a little disappointed to have missed the beginning, I couldn't care less now.

On the television in the lobby, a beautifully proportioned fitness instructor was demonstrating yoga poses—chest out, waist twists, hip swaying, leg presses—performing movements that were undeniably alluring to men. But that wasn't what truly drew my attention. What truly held my gaze was the dignified, mature beauty in front of the television, doing the yoga poses along with the program—my mother.

I watched as Mom performed the movements with a focused expression. Beneath her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, her long eyelashes blinked frequently in her large eyes, seemingly dripping with allure. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her face, and her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, emitting soft, breathy sounds. A faint flush of exercise tinged her cheeks. Mom's skin, already fair and smooth, appeared even more seductive against this backdrop. Seeing this, I couldn't help but imagine the captivating beauty Dad must be enjoying in bed.

Looking further down, I noticed Mom was wearing a slightly small t-shirt. Actually, I knew it wasn't the t-shirt that was too small, but rather that it appeared small because of the way her enormous breasts stretched it. Having secretly masturbated with Mom's bra, I knew her breasts were at least a 38E. What was truly remarkable was that, at 42 years old, her bowl-shaped breasts showed no signs of sagging; instead, they remained pert and energetic every day.

Further down, there was a slender waist that contrasted sharply with her large breasts. I strongly suspect that the ancient Chinese phrase "like a willow swaying in the breeze" was specifically created for my mother. Watching her waist sway, I could imagine how such a graceful body could perform all sorts of incredibly difficult and ecstatic moves in bed, sending men to ecstasy. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a deep jealousy towards my father again.

Below that were a pair of eye-catching, large buttocks. Soft, thin joggers clung tightly to her beautiful buttocks, which were round and perky. Even through the fabric, I could almost feel the softness of her pink buttocks, which was breathtaking. Below her pink buttocks were long, beautiful legs that also demonstrated the Creator's favoritism. Straight and long, strong and rounded, they made my mother, who was already 1.65 meters tall, appear even taller. Although they couldn't be seen directly by the pants, the visual experience I had when those beautiful legs were exposed was unforgettable.

Forty minutes flew by for me. My mother finished her exercises, picked up a towel to wipe her face—even the way she wiped her face seemed so elegant—and headed towards the bathroom. I dared not peek while she showered, nor did I have the opportunity, so I quickly slipped away, as if it were second nature. If anyone saw me, they would know this wasn't the first time I'd done this. I don't know when I started peeping, but now it's become the happiest moment of my day, a daily ritual.

My name is Deng Fei, I'm 15 years old, and I'm in the second year of junior high school. Although I live in a fairly well-off family, I'm naturally a bit thin, and since I was born relatively late, my parents dote on me.

My father, Deng Dahai, is 48 years old and a well-known professor at a certain college, with considerable fame in his field. This is how he was fortunate enough to marry my dignified and beautiful mother.

My mother's name is Lin Yaqing. Although she usually appears very charming and alluring, she has always been noble and dignified. My mother is a middle school math teacher and also my homeroom teacher. However, to avoid any interference or preferential treatment in my student life, she has kept our relationship a secret, so almost no one knows about it.

Right now, I'm sitting in my room, my face flushed and breathing heavily. For a teenager, the scene just now was far too tempting. I couldn't resist and started masturbating to Japanese porn on my computer. Imagining the actress as my mother in my mind only heightened my excitement, and I uncontrollably reached my climax and ejaculated. Before I could even savor the moment, the damn doorbell rang downstairs. It was my father coming home.

I pulled up my pants, shut down the computer, and cleaned up the mess two minutes later. I opened the bedroom door and went down into the hallway to open the door, but just then I saw my mother walking towards the door. Her incredibly beautiful back view made my penis start to rise again. This was because my mother was only wearing a bath towel. Although I couldn't see her face, I could estimate from the position of the towel on her back that it only covered her large breasts, and the rest barely reached her buttocks. With each step, there was a risk of a glimpse of her exposed skin.

I was getting really into it when I was startled awake by a soft cry…

Rewind to a few minutes earlier, my mother had finished her aerobics and was taking a shower when she suddenly heard the doorbell. She assumed I would answer it, but I was busy masturbating and didn't hear it at all. The doorbell rang for two minutes, and my mother had to go open it herself.

Usually, only my father was home when she came back, so my mother didn't think much of it, hastily grabbing a bath towel and wrapping it around herself before going to open the door. To Mom's surprise, when she opened the door, there wasn't just Dad, but also another strong young man. Dad looked quite drunk, and if the young man hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed at any moment.

Mom looked at Dad and couldn't help but scold him reproachfully, "Why did you drink so much today!" At the same time, she glanced at the young man, about to speak, when she noticed that his eyes were shining, his gaze burning, staring straight at her. She subconsciously looked down and couldn't help but gasp.

Hearing the gasp, I immediately snapped out of my daze. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I saw Mom hurrying back. When I saw her face, I was stunned again. Because Mom had rushed out of the shower, she had only covered her body with a towel, but her breasts were so huge that the towel barely covered the peaks, leaving most of them exposed. The two breasts were squeezed together, forming a deep cleavage that stretched all the way down her chest.

Because Mom was walking so fast, her large breasts bounced incessantly, as if breaking free of their restraints, and the bath towel that barely covered her beautiful body suddenly ripped open, falling to the ground. Mom, preoccupied with her quick walk back, her mind filled with embarrassment, didn't realize it until she felt a chill as she was already four or five steps away. The scene seemed to freeze; I felt like my nose was about to bleed. Her skin was like porcelain, her entire body snow-white, except for the two pink nipples on her large breasts and the dark pubic hair between her legs, which were particularly striking.

Realizing what had happened, Mom let out another soft cry, hurriedly turning around to pick up the bath towel, hastily covering herself, and rushed towards the room.

Even though it was only a two-second moment she turned to pick up her clothes, her pair of pink buttocks almost blinded me—white, plump, and alluring, large, round, and perky, like ripe pink peaches, as if you could squeeze out a handful of juice.

Recalling the beautiful scene just now, I suddenly realized something. Looking up, I saw the young man staring blankly at the room where my mother had disappeared, just like I had been. "Didn't that mean my mother's big butt swayed in front of that kid for at least ten seconds?! And that final turn—didn't she see her entire face?!" Thinking this, I felt a surge of heat, an indescribable excitement, and my penis uncontrollably hardened.

Looking at the young man again, he was still staring blankly at the room my mother had entered, even though she was no longer visible. He didn't even notice my father had collapsed to the floor.

A full thirty seconds passed before the young man seemed to react, helping my father inside and closing the door. At that moment, my mother came out of the room, having changed into a pink nightgown. Although the nightgown was conservative, her large breasts were so enormous they seemed about to burst out of the fabric, as if the recent liberation had made them feel comfortable and they wanted to try it again! For some reason, perhaps it was the sudden surge of excitement that made me stand there dumbfounded, not moving, just staring at the scene downstairs.

The mother couldn't help but glance at the young man, a deep blush creeping onto her pretty face, spreading all the way to behind her ears. She had never exposed herself to strangers other than her father, and just now, a strange young man had seen her most private and shameful area… However, upon seeing her father, she temporarily forgot her embarrassment and quickly reached out to take his other arm, trying to act as if nothing had happened, saying, "Are you Dahai's student? Could you please help me help Dahai upstairs?" At the same time, she playfully scolded her father for being so drunk.

Hearing the mother speak, the young man finally snapped out of his initial, unwavering amazement and instead put on a charming smile, saying, "My name is Acheng, a friend of Professor Deng's student. Professor Deng and my friend happened to be drunk, so I helped bring the professor back. Beautiful lady, are you Professor Deng's daughter?" Although it was ostensibly a question, it sounded with a certainty.

Hearing the certainty in his tone, Mom couldn't help but chuckle, easing some of her earlier embarrassment. Her delicate face flushed slightly, and she said sweetly, "I'm not that young! My surname is Lin, I'm his wife, and I'm over forty." Although she said this, she was clearly pleased by the compliment.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but Mom's voice sounded soft and sweet today, almost like she was being coquettish—very pleasant.

Seeing that his words had amused the beautiful woman, a smug, scheming smile flashed across A-Cheng's lips, clearly visible from my angle, but Mom didn't see it.

Actually, from Mom's way of addressing Dad, their conversation, and her mature charm, it was obvious that Mom and Dad had a close marital relationship. A-Cheng was clearly feigning ignorance to make Mom happy.

A-Cheng feigned surprise and showered Mom with compliments: "I can't believe it! People on the street would definitely think you're my older sister. How about this, I'll call you Sister Lin from now on, okay?" Mom, of course, couldn't refuse. I have to say, Acheng's social skills are truly impressive. He quickly built a rapport with my mother in just a few words, making me think he must be a seasoned player in the game of romance.

It's rare for anyone, especially a young man like Acheng, to praise my mother so openly, which made her blush again. Acheng, meanwhile, kept glancing at my mother's beauty as they walked.

Seeing them heading upstairs, I quickly hid behind the protruding wall, pretending not to know my father was home, to avoid being scolded by my mother for not coming out for so long.

My mother and Acheng dragged my father into the bedroom. I could see clearly from behind. Acheng subtly closed the door slightly, not completely slamming it shut, but leaving it ajar. My mother seemed not to notice… Seeing this, I felt a small thrill, not knowing what I was expecting.

My mother usually decorated the house. Since it was late, the curtains were drawn, the warm lights were on, and the half-open door added a touch of ambiguity to the bedroom. Mom, realizing something was amiss, blushed again. After putting Dad down, she was about to call Cheng to come out and invite him to the living room when Dad, who had just lain down, suddenly sat up, his eyes slit open. Disoriented, he opened his mouth and vomited with a loud "Wah!" Mom let out another soft cry.

Perhaps Mom's moan was too enticing, because Cheng didn't have time to react before his upper body and pants were covered in vomit. Dad, the culprit, seemed much better after vomiting and lay back down to sleep.

Cheng quickly took a step back, exchanging bewildered glances with Mom. Mom was the first to react, apologetically grabbing some tissues to wipe him clean, but found the vomit rather disgusting. When had the delicate Mom ever experienced anything like this? She blurted out to Acheng, "Acheng, take off your clothes, let me wash them for you. We can put them in the washing machine to spin dry and then tumble dry them; you can wear them soon." Since it was summer, people were mostly wearing light clothing. After saying this, the mother clearly realized it wasn't quite right, but she was too embarrassed to change her mind, as that would seem

inappropriate. Acheng, however, seemed to only then realize his mistake: "Okay, thank you, Sister Lin." He then started taking off his clothes right in front of his mother, muttering to himself, "It's sticky, really uncomfortable and disgusting." Hearing this, the mother felt a little embarrassed to stop him from taking off his clothes in front of her. After all, she had kindly brought her husband home, only to have him vomit all over her. Of course, she didn't want to stare at him directly.

However, when the mother glanced at him casually, she couldn't look away. Acheng had already taken off his shirt, revealing his tanned skin, perfectly sculpted chest muscles, and eight-pack abs—his physique was remarkably well-defined.

Because of her family's relatively high level of education, my mother rarely saw men with their upper bodies exposed. I was thin, and my father, at 48, was already overweight and unattractive.

This was the first time my mother had been in such close proximity to a strange man, and she seemed involuntarily attracted to him. Her pink cherry lips parted slightly, and her breathing became a little rapid.

As they spoke, A-Cheng even took off his pants, revealing a similarly muscular physique. Most importantly, he was only wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs. Mom unconsciously glanced at Acheng's lower body, her heart skipping a beat. His small boxer shorts seemed barely able to contain his large penis, a bulging bulge emphasizing its size due to the tight fabric. It seemed to notice Mom's gaze, slightly raising its head, creating a noticeable tent. Mom seemed slightly wet... For a moment, the room was filled with Acheng's burning gaze upon Mom, while she breathed heavily, her voice slightly rapid... Suddenly, Mom looked up and saw Acheng's gaze. As if regaining her senses, she hurriedly turned away, then went to the wardrobe and grabbed two of Dad's clothes, handing them to Acheng.

Acheng, seeing Mom's slight fascination with his figure, didn't make any further moves, but a smile appeared on his face. He knew he had successfully left a mark on this mature, beautiful woman's heart.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, as I took and handed her the clothes, my hand brushed against her delicate skin, causing her to blush again. She couldn't help but scold me, "Alright, hurry up and put them on, they look awful. I'll go wash your clothes." At the same time, she inwardly cursed herself for being so easily infatuated, staring blankly at a man. Then, somewhat flustered, she swayed her shapely hips and turned to run

towards the door. Seeing my mother suddenly head out, I panicked. It was too late to run now, so I could only pretend to have just arrived and walk back inside. Because I was genuinely flustered, I bumped into my mother. In that instant, I clearly felt the softness of her large breasts, their waves so alluring!

My mother, her heart pounding, was taken aback by my sudden appearance. Her expression became slightly unnatural, and she scolded me, "Why are you walking so hurriedly?" Didn't she notice that she was doing the same thing herself?! "I thought to myself, and casually explained, 'I heard a noise, so I came to check.' I glanced into the bedroom, then deliberately looked at my father, and then looked at A-Cheng with feigned suspicion.

A-Cheng was already dressed and, before I could speak, explained, 'You're Professor Deng's son, right? My name is A-Cheng. The professor was drunk, so I came to bring him home.' He then gave a mocking laugh,

'But I accidentally vomited all over myself, so I changed into the professor's clothes.' He then turned to my mother and said, 'Sister Lin, it's late, so I'll be going now. Can I come back on Sunday to pick up the clothes?' My mother seemed to have recovered somewhat, 'Okay, come over for dinner on Sunday, and try Sister Lin's cooking. Let Sister Lin treat you well.' A thought suddenly popped into my head: looking at my mother's amorous expression just now, who knows how you're going to entertain him?!"

After seeing Acheng off with Mom, I felt a little jealous when I got back. As he left, Mom's gaze lingered on him tenderly as she gently told him, "Drive carefully, be careful on the road!" This was a privilege usually reserved for Dad and me, and I couldn't help but secretly grumble to myself.

Chapter Two

: I woke up the next day after nine. It was Saturday, so I could sleep in a little longer. Mom didn't wake me. Thinking back to what happened last night, although it felt a little exciting for a moment, it also felt somewhat unreal. But there shouldn't be any further developments; life will continue as beautiful as ever.

Downstairs, Dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV, chatting idly with Mom. He didn't seem to be in very good spirits; his hangover made him look older, and compared to Mom, they really looked like father and daughter.

Mom was wearing a loose t-shirt, which made her figure look quite plump and rounded, and tight jeans that accentuated her ample, round buttocks. Mom was mopping the floor, her back slightly bent, her body arched, which accentuated the fullness and sexiness of her pink buttocks, making me want to give them a good squeeze.

I absentmindedly greeted my parents and ate my breakfast carelessly, my eyes following Mom's swaying hips while listening to their chatter.

Mom squatted down and casually mentioned yesterday to Dad: "Honey, your friend Cheng brought you home late last night, and you ended up throwing up all over him. I've invited him over for dinner tomorrow. If it's convenient, could you pick him up too?" Dad seemed embarrassed and vaguely remembered what happened yesterday, so he agreed.

Holidays always seem to fly by. It felt like I hadn't had much fun before the day was over. At eight o'clock, I wanted to continue spying on Mom doing her exercises, but I realized she hadn't exercised today. I walked towards the bathroom with some regret. The one next to mine was broken and hadn't been fixed yet, so I had to go to the one closer to my parents' bedroom.

As I passed my parents' bedroom, I suddenly heard a soft moan. My spirits lifted, and I quickly pressed my ear to the door. My mother's ethereal moans reached my ears: "Mmm...mmm...ah..." In an instant, my penis shot up like it had been injected with adrenaline, and my hand unconsciously went to touch it.

My mother's moans were far more beautiful than those of Japanese adult film actresses—delicate, soft, and gentle, they were incredibly arousing. However, after only a couple of touches, I heard a short, deep male voice from inside, then it stopped abruptly. I knew it belonged to my father.

Was it over? Before I could even regret being late and missing the exciting sex scene, I heard my mother's slightly resentful voice: "Honey, why was it even faster this time than last time? It wasn't even two minutes!" "I've been working on my research lately, and I drank a lot yesterday, so I'm probably too tired. Let's try again next time, okay?" My father's slightly guilty voice followed.

My mother responded with a hint of resentment and helplessness. I heard her get up and quickly slipped away; if she found out, I'd be in big trouble!

Back in my room, my penis slowly softened, but a sudden urge to urinate surged up. I'd been going to relieve myself, but I'd forced myself to hold it in. Afraid of disturbing my parents' sleep, I tiptoed to the bathroom. The door was closed, but not locked properly, leaving a tiny crack of less than two centimeters. As I approached, the ethereal moans I'd just heard echoed in my ears again.

My passion was aroused once more. Through the crack, I saw my mother sitting on the toilet, her eyes half-closed, her expression one of ecstasy. A set of purple lingerie and her snow-white, delicate skin flashed before my eyes. A purple lace bra was bunched up above her breasts, and her barely-there purple lace panties were pushed up to her calves.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...oh..." Mom's one hand continuously kneaded and circled her girlish pink areolas, while the other hand rubbed her genitals. Mom's pubic hair wasn't thick, but it wasn't sparse either; the fuzzy hair was already muddy from the seeping fluid, looking incredibly lewd.

What a stroke of luck! I never expected to have the chance to see Mom's beautiful body twice in two days. Mom even has such sexy lingerie! Gazing at the beautiful sight before me, I vigorously rubbed my penis, listening to Mom's alluring moans, looking at her charming expression. My mind went blank, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Perhaps I was too aroused; my crotch was completely soaked.

Inside, Mom's masturbation seemed to be reaching its end. "Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...almost there...almost...mmm...Ah Cheng...ah..." With a high-pitched moan, Mom's body tensed up, her large breasts instantly rising and becoming even more prominent, then she went limp and collapsed back onto the toilet.

However, the name Mom called out during her final climax made my heart skip a beat, and I felt vaguely uneasy... But my trust in Mom calmed me down a bit. Usually, quite a few handsome male teachers and even students had expressed their affection for Mom, but she had never shown them any interest.

Little did anyone know, at the same moment, in another location, a handsome young man named A-Cheng was doing the same thing. His eyes were filled with lewd lust, and he was chanting his mother's name. His hands moved faster, and a large amount of thick semen shot out from his 20-centimeter-long penis, shooting a full meter high, gushing out in four or five waves... If I could see this, I would probably know where the unease was!

"Ding-dong~" As the doorbell rang, Mom had just put the last dish on the table. Hearing the doorbell, Mom quickly went to the door, smoothed her bangs, and then opened the door with a smile, letting Dad and A-Cheng in. From the deep amazement in A-Cheng's eyes, it was clear that she was very satisfied with her appearance today.

It seemed Mom had dressed up meticulously that afternoon to impress Dad, pulling out a sexy pink short cheongsam she hadn't worn in ages. Her large breasts filled the cheongsam perfectly; the thin fabric barely concealed her ample bosom, making it seem as if it were about to burst out. At the waist, the cheongsam's fitted effect was on full display, highlighting her slender waist. Her sexy, round, and pert buttocks swayed

gracefully; if it weren't for the cheongsam's slit extending all the way to her thighs, one might suspect it was in danger of bursting at any moment. Since the cheongsam only went just past her knees, Mom had paired it with flesh-colored pantyhose, her long, slender legs shimmering alluringly beneath the tight stockings. However, while the stockings made Mom even more alluring, something just felt off to me.

Acheng, of course, didn't hold back his praise, showering his mother with compliments. His mother giggled sweetly, her voice melodious and alluring. Standing behind her, I clearly saw Acheng's crotch twitch, and my unease grew stronger… Dinner began. Although mainly to entertain Acheng, my mother also prepared several of my favorite dishes: crystal shrimp, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and Mapo tofu. It was clear my mother doted on me! Since they were all my favorite dishes, I ate heartily without a second thought.

The atmosphere at the table seemed to be dominated by Acheng from the start. Although he was a friend of my father's student, he had only met my father a few times. However, his deliberate attempts to ingratiate himself kept the atmosphere lively, and everyone gradually became more familiar with each other. Although I still disliked him, because I couldn't stand the veiled lecherous look he gave my mother, I had to admit he was very witty and humorous. If I hadn't had some initial prejudice against him, I would have developed a certain fondness for him.

Through their conversation, I learned a bit about Acheng. Acheng is 26 years old, from out of town, and rents a place to live locally. Surprisingly, his profession is a fitness instructor! No wonder he had such a muscular and strong physique when I saw him last time!

When the conversation turned to their professions, Acheng took the opportunity to tell some amusing stories from his work, mostly about girls who tried to lose weight but ended up with a lot of muscle instead. I found it incredibly boring, but my mother was amused by his jokes and giggled from time to time, while my father listened with a smile. However, I noticed that his eyes would occasionally steal glances at my mother's large breasts bouncing as she laughed heartily.

After telling a few jokes, Acheng suddenly asked casually, "Sister Lin, you maintain such a great figure, do you do a lot of exercise?" "Yes, I try to do about forty minutes of yoga every day," my mother replied. She had heard his compliment more than once, but each time she still blushed slightly, her voice becoming soft and sweet.

"No wonder! Sister Lin is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen with the best figure. But while yoga is very effective, if your posture isn't correct, it can ruin your figure in the long run! I wonder if Sister Lin has noticed that?" A-Cheng first had an "I knew it" look on his face, then deliberately frowned slightly as he asked.

Mom couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh? Is that so? I've always learned from TV!

My posture shouldn't be wrong, right?" Although she was confident in herself, she seemed a little unsure, and also a little afraid that the joke A-Cheng had just told would happen to her.

"How about this, Sister Lin, after dinner, show me a set of poses! We'll see. A-Kai is my best friend, and the professor is A-Kai's teacher, so he's practically my teacher too. So if Sister Lin 'needs' anything, I'd be happy to oblige." I had been observing from the sidelines, and naturally noticed that he deliberately emphasized the word "needs."

I noticed that as he finished speaking, he glanced at my father. Seeing that my father seemed oblivious, I couldn't help but purse my lips slightly. Then I looked at my mother, whose pretty face flushed slightly, her lips biting lightly. She seemed to have understood his unspoken meaning, but besides a shy expression, she also gave him a reproachful glare... I've seen that kind of expression on the faces of girls in love before.

Hearing A-Cheng say that he was half a student, my father was also quite happy. It was clear that he had a good impression of A-Cheng. Seeing that my mother didn't respond, he thought she was a little unwilling and even chimed in, "Ya-Qing, A-Cheng means well. It's always better to have a professional guide than to practice alone!" Ugh, is that really your wife? I couldn't help but secretly think that my father was too oblivious... But at this moment, I was also conflicted, expecting something but also afraid of something, so I just struggled with it by myself and didn't get involved.

Mom had indeed had some reservations about Dad before, but after hearing what he said, she gave a playful laugh: "Okay, after dinner I'll show you a set of exercises. If you can point out anything wrong, Sister Lin will hire you as my personal fitness instructor from now on." Mom's words always gave me the feeling of flirting with a lover; her tone, expression, and movements all conveyed that feeling. I thought that even if Acheng really couldn't point out the flaws in Mom's movements, she would still ask him for guidance in the future. I just didn't know what kind of guidance she would receive... Besides, as a professional coach, would Acheng not be able to point them out?

They had only eaten half of the meal when Dad received a call from work. Dad apologized to Acheng, asked Mom to entertain Acheng on his behalf, and then went to his study to discuss things with his colleagues on the phone.

This wasn't the first time Dad had received a call from work halfway through a meal; each time, he'd go back to his study for a long discussion before coming down... Knowing this all too well, Mom couldn't help but show a hint of resentment at Dad's workaholic nature. Unfortunately, Acheng happened to catch this resentment.

Mom, who usually controlled her diet carefully, put down her chopsticks, indicating she was full, especially given her bad mood. Seeing this, Acheng's eyes lit up. He finished his food, then surprisingly sighed with a somewhat bitter expression.

Sure enough, his actions successfully attracted his mother's attention. She asked with a hint of concern, "Acheng, what's wrong? Don't you like the food?" Acheng maintained his expression: "It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just so delicious! It's so incredibly tasty. After eating Sister Lin's cooking, I'm afraid other dishes won't taste right anymore. Just imagine how I'd live if I couldn't eat Sister Lin's cooking anymore!" "Pfft!" His mother chuckled, amused by his act, and scolded, "Alright, you're such a smooth talker. If you like it, come over for dinner often!" Upon hearing this, Acheng's bitter expression vanished, replaced by an undisguised joy: "Okay, then I won't be polite!" Pshaw, who knows if he was happy to get a free meal or just to have an excuse to come over later! I couldn't help but scoff.

After Acheng's affected distraction, his mother's resentment had mostly dissipated. In a good mood, she suggested testing Acheng's coaching skills and got up to take him to the gym on the first floor. Before leaving, Mom gently told me, "Xiaofei, go to bed early after you finish eating. Put the bowls on the table, Mom will clean them up later." Mom walked ahead, while Acheng, who probably always thought of me as a little devil, was completely unsuspecting.

I saw him following behind Mom, his head lowered, his eyes lecherously staring at Mom's swaying buttocks as she walked. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something, and his gaze at Mom's back became even more obscene.

Judging from his appearance, if no one was home, he would not hesitate to pounce on Mom, pin her to the ground, and brutally rape her with his large penis, ejaculating his hot, thick semen into her body without reservation, and enjoying her shy and bashful expression... Unfortunately, Mom was walking ahead and was completely unaware of his gaze.

I turned on the TV, using the volume to hide the noise of my movements, and quietly hid at the gym entrance, spying on what was happening inside. The gym was rather empty, with only a mirror on one wall and some basic equipment: a treadmill, dumbbells, leg press bars, etc. These were all included with the villa purchase, but my dad and I rarely use them, and my mom usually practices yoga in the living room. Although rarely used, it was still fairly clean.

Upon entering the gym, my mom seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Acheng, wait here for a moment. Sister Lin will go change and come right back." "No need, Sister Lin, consider today a test for me! I'll just guide you through a few movements. If you change clothes, you'll have to change back afterward, which is too much trouble!" Acheng said, seemingly considerate of his mother.

You see, my mother was wearing a short cheongsam today, which already raised concerns about potential exposure. If she did exercises, wouldn't that be a complete wardrobe malfunction?! Acheng clearly had ulterior motives! Hearing him say that, my mother also realized it might be troublesome and surprisingly agreed. Upon hearing my mother's agreement, a flash of joy crossed Acheng's face, as if he were anticipating something.

"Alright, Sister Lin, just do a few of your usual poses. My former teacher was a world-renowned yoga master! With my guidance, I guarantee that even in twenty years, Sister Lin's figure will still be as voluptuous and rounded as it is now!" "Nonsense!" Mom scolded him playfully, but then went to the mat and started doing her usual home yoga—the arm-slimming pose. Mom first bent her arms at a 90-degree angle, raised her elbows to chest level, palms facing outwards, and drew circles with her elbows backwards.

This was just the simplest first pose, but Mom's execution completely lacked the tranquility and serenity of yoga; instead, it was filled with the intoxicating allure of a mature, sophisticated woman! Whenever Mom drew circles with her elbows backwards, her large breasts always stood out prominently, and even with clothing in the way, they couldn't seem to hide their beautiful beauty.

My mother then made a few more movements, though not very large. Perhaps because her clothes were a bit tight, she seemed to be struggling more than usual, and occasionally she would let out a soft moan or two. I was quite far from my mother, and because I was spying, my view wasn't very good, but even so, what I saw and heard made my blood boil.

But Acheng was different. He stayed right beside his mother, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He was only wearing loose pants, which couldn't hide his enormous penis, which was now erect and forming a huge tent. He was watching his mother's performance, which was much larger than the last time in the bedroom. Whenever his mother finished a move and glanced at him, Acheng would hide his lewd expression and sometimes even nod to show he was watching attentively. Little did he know that his erect penis was already revealing his true thoughts.

His mother started another move, standing up straight with her arms raised. Seeing this starting position, I, who often spied on my mother, knew she would first lower her head, then tilt it back at a 45-degree angle. But in that instant when she lowered her head, she glanced at Acheng, and his towering tent immediately came into view. Having never seen such a large penis before, my mother's heart skipped a beat, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the mat.

To avoid embarrassment, Mom seemed to have come up with a solution. She casually lay down on the mat, barely managing to prop herself up on her arms, and began doing a hip-slimming exercise. This hip-slimming exercise is similar to a push-up, the only difference being that it requires raising your buttocks high and holding the position.

I glanced at Acheng; his expression was normal, seemingly oblivious to Mom's unusual behavior. However, his gaze suddenly turned fiery, his eyes widening. Following his gaze, I almost cried out in shock. Mom, still in the hip-slimming position on the mat, had her large breasts exaggeratedly affected by gravity, their length almost touching the mat, while her naturally pert peach-like buttocks were arched upwards, forming a perfect S-shape.

What was most shocking was that because she was wearing a short cheongsam, Mom's beautiful buttocks were completely exposed to A-Cheng and me when she bent over: flesh-colored pantyhose faithfully guarded Mom's private parts, but through the ultra-thin pantyhose, we could still clearly see a few strands of pubic hair at the end of the pantyhose, and they even seemed to be faintly glistening with dew—Mom wasn't wearing underwear! No wonder I felt something was off.

A-Cheng and I stared blankly, the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment, and Mom seemed to notice something too, turning her head to look at A-Cheng, only to find that he was staring intently at her private parts. Suddenly, she remembered that she had inexplicably not worn underwear when she dressed up today, and now her posture had completely exposed her private parts!

"Ah!" Mom cried out softly, abandoning her yoga practice, she hurriedly and hastily got up, a charming blush instantly spreading across her pretty face. Noticing Acheng's still-erect tent, as if to hide her embarrassment, she wiggled her plump buttocks, suppressing her restlessness, and gave Acheng a "fierce" glare with her alluring eyes. It was unclear whether she was scolding or being coquettish: "You little pervert, you said you'd ask me to do yoga for you, but you...you actually peeked at me down there, and...you even had bad intentions." As she spoke, she swung her jade-like soft hand and tapped Acheng on the forehead.

After being tapped by his mother, Acheng finally reacted, grabbing his mother's soft little hand with his large hand, eliciting a soft cry from his mother, but she couldn't break free. Ah-Cheng, clutching his mother's small hand, feigned innocence, saying, "Sister Lin, I...I didn't see anything!" His mother, hearing his denial, felt a surge of shyness and annoyance. She slapped his erect penis hard with her other hand, exclaiming, "Still saying you didn't! Then what's going on?" Her hand then touched Ah-Cheng's erection, and she felt a shiver run through her, as if being scalded or tapped... Ah-Cheng felt a wave of pleasure as his mother's delicate hand caressed his penis... He almost groaned, but then said with deep affection, "Sister Lin, it's all because you're too beautiful. Every time I see your devilish figure, I always have a strange impulse, and I can't control myself!" "Oh!" Mom didn't expect him to say such a thing to her suddenly. She felt a flustered feeling in her heart. Then she thought of her own alluring figure, which she was usually quite proud of. Sometimes she would feel a flutter in her heart when she saw it. No wonder a young man full of vigor would feel the same way. Instantly, all the little scolding she had for him disappeared.

Ah Cheng's sweet talk continued: "Sister Lin, do you know? When I see your beautiful face in front of me, your full breasts moving with your every move, your slender waist swaying gently, your peach-like buttocks swaying, and your incredibly beautiful, evenly white, tall and slender legs, I'm filled with desire. I dream every day of holding you tightly and caressing you properly!" The mother, herself highly educated and from a scholarly family, had never heard such vulgar words before. But hearing Ah Cheng say them, she felt a strange stimulation welling up inside her. A few drops of honey-like fluid involuntarily seeped from her lower body, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her large breasts formed an alluring curve. She said coquettishly, "Wh...what breasts...breasts, big...big butt, that sounds so awful, so vulgar." I never expected A-Cheng to launch such a direct attack on my mother. I thought she would be indifferent to him, but after his confession, she was now so aroused that I almost couldn't help but interrupt this lewd couple. Who knows how things would develop if this continued?!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the upstairs door opening. I was startled, knowing that my father must be coming down after finishing his work. I rushed to the sofa in the living room and shouted, "Dad, finished your work?" "Yeah, it took me half a day, but I finally managed to convince that old guy in the debate. Haha..." My father seemed to be in high spirits, having probably solved another academic problem.

After listening, I seemed to hear a flurry of noise coming from the gym. Then, my mother and Acheng came out together. My mother's face was still flushed, and she looked a little unnatural. Even I could see something was wrong. My father, on the other hand, seemed to have gone a little crazy from studying, and he didn't seem to notice anything at all.

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