Peeping at Dad and Mom from the closet

One day, my mother took me to a bookstore. Soon after, I picked up a magazine and sat down on a small stool by the wall. On the bookshelf in front of us were some women's beauty magazines. A little while later, my mother came over from the other bookshelves and started browsing. At first, I looked at the book in my hand without paying much attention, but after a while, I looked up at my mother, wondering why she was still picking through the magazines. I saw her bending

over, almost bowing, as she selected magazines from the lower shelves. That day, my mother was wearing a red, fitted knit dress with black tight-fitting leggings and cute white snow boots. At that moment, my mother was right in front of me, and sitting on the low stool, my height was just right for her buttocks. Suddenly, I was drawn to the full curves of her buttocks and thighs, staring intently at her private parts and beautiful legs. Although I couldn't see much, because of the position, her leggings were a little tight, so upon closer inspection, I could see glimpses of her flesh-colored skin and the shape of her underwear through the fine mesh.

At that moment, something began to stir beneath the books on my lap. I hadn't expected my mother's figure to be so captivating. She slowly moved her feet, and I don't know why, but I picked up my phone, pressed the record button, and started filming this scene I didn't want to miss. A little while later, my mother picked up a magazine, turned around

, and walked over. Seeing my phone, she asked me what was wrong. I quickly replied that I had a text message and put my phone back in my pocket. After that incident, I admit that my view of my mother completely changed. It shifted from a familial perspective to the perspective of someone looking at a mature woman. Although she might not be considered a great beauty, she was still quite attractive, with a delicate and pretty face. Her figure was perfectly proportioned because she had given birth to me, her only son, early and took good care of herself. And, most importantly, because she was family, "she was always by my side."

I often rewatched the video I secretly filmed of my mother on my computer, never getting tired of it, and each time I would get excited. Over time, as a middle school student, my desire for her grew stronger, but my father was still at home, so I couldn't do anything inappropriate. So this was a secret I kept hidden in my heart. After a while, I made a decision: to start spying on my mother.

Others might not think much of it, but seeing my mother changing clothes in her room or bathroom, her fair and smooth skin, her full breasts and slender legs, and her slightly stretchy belly were all very sexy. After watching, I would feel an indescribable excitement. But I was caught a few times, and my mother would tell me not to play pranks. The stockings and underwear she took off in the bathroom were treasures I would savor and masturbate while showering.

Gradually, peeping at her naked body and changing clothes was no longer enough for me, so I wanted to be bolder and watch my mother's private activities. Masturbation was out of the question due to her conservative nature, so that left only her and my father's sexual activity. Our family rule was that children had to be in their rooms by 10 pm, a rule that had been in place for a long time, so after that time, no one would know what they were doing.

I secretly got up in the middle of the night to watch them a few times, but I didn't always catch them making love. And when I did, I almost always only saw a shape writhing violently under the blanket, nothing more. But I could hear my mother's passionate moans, which greatly excited me. I realized my mother could make such alluring sounds. I spyed on them for a while, but didn't discover anything new.

One morning when I got up and went out for breakfast, I noticed that my mother had dressed up deliberately. It was rare for her to wear a short skirt at home, revealing a large section of her fair and beautiful legs. As a housewife, she usually wore trousers or clothes that were easy to do, and rarely wore skirts, let alone such a short one. There must be something special going on. After breakfast, I went to look at the calendar hanging in the living room and saw that my mother had circled several dates. Today was Valentine's Day, my mother had marked it.

That evening, my father brought back a very lavish dinner. While the three of us ate, I discreetly ate a little and then said I was going to play online games. I ran into my room. My mother seemed to have something to say to my father, unlike usual when she would nag me to play less. My father was the same. A few minutes after I went into the room, I slowly crawled to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation. My mother spoke first,

"Honey...it's been so long since we've had some alone time..."

"Yeah...wife...thankfully our son went to play..."

"Honey...do you know today is...?"

"Valentine's Day...I can tell by how sexy you are dressed today..."

"Honey...do you like it...?"

"Mmm...it's great...super pretty..."

"Well... honey... tonight... can we do something different...?"

Seeing my father nod happily, I also understood that there would definitely be a rare scene tonight. After returning to my room, I set an alarm on my phone, turned off the computer, and closed my eyes to rest and recharge. But before the alarm went off, my mother woke me up and told me to take a shower first and then go back to sleep. It seems that I had already fallen asleep. At this point, I had no idea how many hours had passed since they finished dinner.

After 10 o'clock, I noticed that the living room lights were off earlier than usual. A few minutes later, after confirming that no one was outside, I cautiously and stealthily climbed to my parents' bedroom door. I found that the door was not closed. I lowered my body and hid behind the door. I saw my mother unbutton a few buttons on her shirt, revealing a black lace bra that pushed up her breasts. The cleavage between her two breasts was really deep and tight. She walked to a wardrobe directly opposite the bedroom door, opened it, and found a pair of flesh-colored suspender thigh-high stockings. She stepped on the bed and followed her alluring legs, putting them on inch by inch. After both were on, I believe that under my mother's deliberate seduction, not only my father but also I became aroused.

My father quickly stood up and walked towards my mother, whose arms were outstretched. He said,

"Baby...you're so tempting..."

"Wife, is it okay that the door isn't closed...?"

I nervously stepped aside. Then I heard,

"Hmm...it should be fine...our son seems very tired today...he went to bed early..."

"I had to tell him to take a shower before he went to sleep...he should be fast asleep by now..." "

Hmm...husband~~...hurry...I want it~~"

Hearing this, I quickly crawled back to the door to continue peeking. I saw my father grab my mother's head and start French kissing her, while caressing her alluring body. My mother responded to my father with soft moans. Then my father started to take off my mother's top and bra and began to suckle her breasts. My mother stood in front of the wardrobe, being teased and caressed.

I was holding my phone and trying to record, but the light was too dim, resulting in a lot of noise. After a while, my mother turned around and held onto the open wardrobe door. My father took out his penis and prepared to insert it into my mother's vagina. At this moment, my mother said playfully,

"Hmm... don't be so fast..."

"Hmm... husband... give me more stimulation... hmm..."

At this moment, my father used my mother's buttocks to clamp his penis and began to thrust forward. My mother suddenly exclaimed,

"Hmm... ah... wait... wardrobe... under... there seems to be something... hmm... hmm..."

When I heard this, I leaned forward a little to take a closer look at what it was. I saw a white rod-shaped object. It seemed that there was an upright coat rack in the wardrobe, and that rod-shaped object was used to hang clothes. The height seemed to be exactly in my mother's private parts.

Seeing her father, caught up in the act, pull down her mother's black lace panties and deliberately push forward, the rod-like object went inside her.

"Mmm...husband...you're so naughty...using this...mmm..."

"Wife...does it feel good...?"

"It feels strange...mmm...but...it's so hard...so good...mmm..."

I think my father's physical strength is probably not as good as it used to be, so he wanted to use external force to increase the fun. So my mother was pinned against the wardrobe and was being thrust into by an iron rod, making her moan and groan. I almost ejaculated while watching. Then my mother started to convulse and violently shake her hips. After a while, she slumped back against my father, powerless. My father then helped my mother to the bed, went to the bedside table, took out a condom, put it on, and pounced on my dazed mother. He pulled the blanket over her and started thrusting violently.

After the blanket was pulled over, there wasn't much to see. I slowly withdrew and went to the bathroom to masturbate, thinking about my mother's outfit and moans. A few minutes later, I ejaculated everywhere, even on her underwear. Embarrassed, I quickly ran to the room to grab a pair of underwear. When I went to the bathroom, I saw my mother had forgotten to close the door and was changing her underwear and stockings.

"How could time end so quickly?" That was my first thought at that moment. My father's physical strength must be really bad these days. My mother saw that I was a little flustered, so she quickly closed the door and told me to wait. She also questioned me about why I hadn't slept yet. When I opened the door, my mother had already straightened her skirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her underwear that she had taken off and put in the laundry basket. She asked me why I was holding a pair of underwear. I quickly said that I had diarrhea. My mother was shocked and thought that I had already passed out a little bit. She quickly apologized to me and let me go into the bathroom. When I passed her, my mother's body gave off a kind of fragrance that was attractive to the opposite sex. Then she stood outside the door and told me to wait and put the clothes in the laundry basket and my underwear that I had taken off into the washing machine.

After my mother left, I took off my underwear, turned it over so the side stained with semen was inside, and picked up my mother's underwear from the laundry basket. I pressed the wet, sticky part of my genitals tightly against the semen-stained part of my underwear. A few minutes later, I saw my own white, cloudy fluid mix with my mother's clear vaginal fluid, and I felt an indescribable excitement.

I watched the secretly filmed sex videos several times, and each time I ejaculated a lot of thick semen. Because of this practice, my penis became hard and erect when aroused, and it lasted a long time. I tried to peek at my parents having sex several times, but I couldn't see anything through the blankets, which was very disappointing. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I ran to look at the calendar hanging in the living room and saw that next month there was a circled holiday with "wedding anniversary" written on it.

Now that the date was set, I wanted to be bolder and check things out more thoroughly. After thinking it over, I decided the most exciting place was the wardrobe. I quickly pretended to have a stomachache and asked to go home. After my mother settled me in, she said she was going to the supermarket to buy some light vegetables to cook for me, to prevent my stomach from getting worse. After my mother left, I immediately ran to her room to scout the area. I found the wardrobe was full of clothes, and it looked like there was room for a short person to squeeze in. I assessed my height and realized I could barely fit, but I had to move the clothes racks to the side a bit, and also test how to hide myself.

I moved a few long, bulky garments to the wardrobe entrance, and also moved my mother's over-the-knee boots there. I placed my phone on the bed and took a few pictures of myself wearing the boots and the coat, making sure I wouldn't be discovered. After everything was settled, I quickly returned to my room to wait for my mother to come back.

As the day drew closer, I grew increasingly nervous. Although I checked the wardrobe a few times to see if the clothes had been rearranged, it seemed nothing amiss. I was determined to carry out my plan. Time flew by, and our wedding anniversary arrived.

My mother, as usual, wore glamorous makeup and false eyelashes, looking stunning. She wore a short, tight black skirt that revealed 30 centimeters of her thigh, paired with trendy white stockings with tattoo patterns. Her lower body was incredibly alluring and eye-catching. Since it was a holiday, my parents said they were going to a restaurant for dinner and would be home around 7 pm. I also mentioned that I was going to a classmate's house and might stay overnight if it got too late. Surprisingly, they didn't object; they just told me to remember to call home and let them know.

The three of us went out together. After the two of them got into a taxi and drove away, I quickly went back home to start preparing. Around 6 o'clock, I hid in the closet waiting for my parents to come home. When it was almost time, they returned. I heard their laughter moving from the living room to their bedroom, and I became more and more nervous.

"Hmm... honey... thankfully our son isn't home today... we can save on motel money..."

"Yeah... you're so hot today... I can't take it anymore..."

After saying that, they started kissing passionately. My mother's hand began to caress my father's genitals, while my father's hands roamed over my mother's body. Soon, my mother's clothes were torn open, revealing a black lace two-piece bra that only covered her nipples. After a while, my father exclaimed,

"Wow... you've started buying these kinds of sexy clothes?"

"Yeah... honey... unlike you, who's so conservative now and doesn't even know how to buy things to add some fun..."

"And... wearing this will make you more enthusiastic and last longer, right?"

"Haha... wife, don't be like that... I'm getting old... besides... we still have that..."

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

My heart skipped a beat when I saw my dad pointing at the wardrobe next to me. After calming down and thinking it over, I realized he was referring to the coat rack next to me. Looking at the metal rod that had once penetrated my mother's body, I felt a pang of envy. Then I saw my

mother and father swaying towards the wardrobe, and I thought, "Oh no!" Just then, the wardrobe door opened. My mother was being held from behind by my father, her eyes closed, turning to kiss him, who also had his eyes closed. Seeing my mother's breasts swaying in front of me, I got hard too. I pulled back a little to make myself more covered. My father then said,

"Baby...did you like it like last time..."

"Mmm...I liked it..."

I roughly understood what my father meant. I glared at the coat rack next to me, cursing inwardly that I wasn't as lucky as that thing to be able to penetrate my mother again. But then I remembered, wasn't the spot where I was standing last time the coat rack was there? At that moment, he steeled himself, deciding to go all out. He secretly pulled out his swollen, hard penis and wrapped it around the thin corner of his white silk clothing.

Then, the father frantically tore at the stockings and panties around the base of the mother's thighs, quickly tearing them open. The mother's moist, fragrant vulva was right in front of him. The mother let out a soft moan of ecstasy, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and placed her hands on the open wardrobe door. Suddenly, the father pushed her forward forcefully.

I deliberately shifted my position slightly, gripping his penis and aiming it at her vulva. Then, smoothly, my father pushed her, and my mother's wet vagina, unaware of what was happening, swallowed my entire penis, draped in a thin white fabric. My mother began to moan,

"Ah~~~ So good…so comfortable~~~ Ah~~~"

"It…feels…a little different…so…so…big…warm…mmm~."

At this moment, I dared not move. I heard my father say in my mother's ear,

"That's because you want it so much…wife…?"

"Mmm…yes…I want it so much…but…don't forget…use a condom…"

"I'll give it to you later... Enjoy this first... Wife... I already used a condom..."

After saying that, my father thrust forward again, and I penetrated even deeper into my mother's body. It felt like my glans was touching her cervix. I endured it without making a sound as we made love intensely. That time, I felt like I was in heaven. My mother's moist and warm vagina tightly enveloped my penis. Her vagina squeezed and sucked my penis violently with my father's thrusts. The thin gauze hem of my clothes had already fallen off during the second thrust. My penis was naked and pressed against the inner wall of my mother's vagina, the glans moistened by her vaginal fluid. But my mother and father were so engrossed in sex that they didn't suspect that it was their son's penis inside my mother. Any doubts had long been forgotten.

With some sweaters and clothes nearby, I could hide when my pubic hair was touched. Soon after, my mother started screaming loudly, and my father thrust faster and faster. Before long, my father grabbed my mother's legs from behind with his arms, spread them apart, and squeezed them forward forcefully. My mother's beautiful breasts were pressed against my face through her clothes. After a series of uncontrolled twists and turns of her waist, she screamed loudly. I could feel hot, spicy fluid gushing out of my mother's body. At that moment, my penis had just pierced into her uterus.

At that moment, I knew my mother was climaxing. Actually, I couldn't hold back either. My ejaculation was wide open inside her womb. My mother was being pushed and pounded by my father from behind, completely unaware that she was being sprayed with her son's hot semen. She could only moan in a daze, saying repeatedly,

"Mmm... Ah... It's a little hot... Mmm..."

"That's your love fluid, wife..."

"Yes... Mmm... This is... for my husband... You secreted it..."

After hearing this, my father slowly hugged my mother and pulled her back, closing her legs and placing her on the bed. Without saying a word, he directly inserted his condom-covered penis, excitedly shouting,

"Wife... You're so good... It's especially lubricated inside you today... My beautiful woman... So wonderful..."

"Mmm...ah...mmm...yes...husband...hmm...do you like it...?"

I was exhausted from ejaculating so much semen, and I leaned back in the space behind the wardrobe, secretly panting as I watched the two of them continue their erotic play. Although I didn't get to grab my mother's breasts or knead her silk-stockinged legs, at least I ejaculated a lot of semen inside her. And this was a completely unexpected stroke of luck; I had only wanted to peep.

Looking at my father's hard work, I guessed that he was worried he wouldn't have enough stamina to bring my mother to orgasm. On ordinary days, it was fine, but on special days, my father couldn't lose face, so he first brought my mother to orgasm and out of control before pouncing on her and starting to thrust. And he didn't know that what he thought was abundant lubrication inside my mother was her love fluid, but I dare say a large part of it was my virgin semen. He was working hard to help me deliver my seed deeper into my mother's body, increasing the chances of her getting pregnant. A few minutes later, after a roar, my father collapsed on top of my mother, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

After making sure they were all asleep, I quickly moved back to my room, reminiscing about the blissful experience of losing my virginity. I remained excited all night and couldn't sleep. On holidays, we usually get up late. The next day, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room at 9 a.m., and around 10 a.m., my mother came out of her room, surprised that I was back so early, and scolded me for not calling home to let her know.

I looked at my mother, who was wearing a well-fitting t-shirt and a long skirt, and ran up to her in the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast. I hugged her waist and apologized. My mother chuckled and asked why I was suddenly being so affectionate. I subconsciously patted her lower abdomen twice. My mother complained,

"Don't pat like that. I heard that if you keep patting your belly, it will get fat and big..."

Her words seemed to remind me of something. I quickly let go of her and ran to the living room. I heard my mother laughing and saying,

"You naughty son..."

Looking at the calendar, I noticed that my mother had made special notes. On the date 14 days later, she had written "menstruation." I flipped through the calendar pages from the previous few months and did a quick calculation. It seemed that my mother's menstrual cycle was very regular. After I copied down this information, my mother came out of the kitchen and asked me what date I was looking for. I told her that time flies so fast.

While having breakfast, my father was still asleep. My mother said she wasn't feeling well, so it was just the two of us eating. We were watching TV, and it happened to be about siblings. I asked my mother why she didn't plan to have more children. She said a little shyly,

"Well… I'm considered an older mother… it might be a bit difficult…"

"Your father isn't feeling very well either… so…"

"Hmm… do you want a younger brother or sister…? A son?"

"Haha… um… I'm quite envious when I see other people with siblings…"

"Hehe… oh… son… but… we only plan to have you… so

we're using contraception…" "So, hypothetically… hypothetically… what if Mom got pregnant? Would you have the baby?"

My mother didn't know how to answer at first, but after thinking for a while, she replied,

"If I did… I'd have to have the baby… the doctor said I can't have an abortion…"

"Okay... let's not talk about this anymore..."

I happily thanked my mother for telling me all this. After finishing my meal, I dashed into my room, took out the information I had copied from my pocket, turned on the computer, and started researching how to calculate a woman's ovulation period and how to take a pregnancy test a few weeks later, etc. After reading it, I happily burst out laughing in front of the computer.

My mother heard my laughter and ran over to stand by my door, asking why I was so happy. I happily replied that it was because of her. My mother asked me, puzzled, what was wrong with her. I quickly shook my head and said it was nothing. She left with a puzzled look. Days passed like this. During this time, I was very filial and would take the initiative to help my mother with some housework to reduce her unnecessary fatigue.

On the day my mother's period was due, I deliberately searched the bathroom and the trash can in her room, but found no blood-stained sanitary napkins. Thinking the first day might not be accurate, I observed for three to four days without finding anything. It was also the time I'd read online that pregnancy tests were accurate, but I needed to get my mother's urine. One time, when my mother went to the bathroom, I heard her finish urinating through the door. I banged and knocked on the door violently. My mother seemed to open the door hastily, as if she hadn't flushed the toilet yet, and angrily asked what I wanted.

I held my stomach and said I had diarrhea. My mother was a little surprised and asked if I had another stomach allergy or food poisoning. I said I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I pushed her out the door and quickly closed it. She even specifically told me to flush the toilet before leaving. After confirming she was gone, I took out the pregnancy test strips and swabs from my pocket. Although they were a little diluted, I didn't have any other way to get them, so I started testing.

That minute must have been the longest period of my life. Soon after, the pregnancy test showed a positive result, and I was overjoyed. However, the test strip didn't show a positive result yet. A few minutes later, the test clearly told me that my mother was pregnant. I was ecstatic and started shouting and laughing in the bathroom. My mother knocked on my door, and I hurriedly packed my things. She scolded me from outside,

"You have diarrhea, and you're still causing trouble in the bathroom..."

"Wait, come out quickly and take your medicine... I put it in the living room..."

"Mom... thank you... it's so good to have you..."

"Hmph... whining won't work... who told you to be my son..."

A few minutes later, I went to the living room, feeling happy, and swallowed the stomach medicine in front of my mother, smiling at her. My mother looked at me suspiciously,

"Why are you looking at me like that...?"

"Oh... nothing... it's so good to have my mother at home..."

After saying that, I squatted down next to my mother, rested my head on her shoulder, and pressed my ear close to my lower abdomen. My mother patted my head, smiled, and said,

"Then you have to be good... don't be naughty lately..."

“Mom’s been a little emotional lately… so you have to be good…”

“Hehe…? Mom, what’s wrong… why are you emotionally unstable…”

“Oh… it’s a private matter… boys wouldn’t understand… so don’t ask…”

After listening, I continued to stroke her lower abdomen, and soon after, I saw my mother also touching her belly thoughtfully.

After that day, I observed that my parents hadn't had sex for about two weeks. One evening, my mother left a note saying she was going to the hospital with my father and that I should take care of dinner myself. When they returned, my mother went straight to her room expressionlessly, while my father sat in the living room, looking rather happy. I went over and asked what was wrong and why they were going to the hospital. My father asked me to sit down and smiled, saying

, "Well... I heard from your mother... you want to have siblings?"

"Yes... did Mom tell you?"

"Son... congratulations... your wish is coming true... let me tell you..."

"I just went to the OB-GYN at the hospital for a checkup... your mother is pregnant..."

"Hahahaha...!! Oh... then why is Mom a little unhappy?"

"Probably because she's worried about not having the strength to take care of the baby... you have to be more filial to your mother in the future, you know?"

"Also, son... I'll tell you a secret... because our contraception failed... so your mother is a little angry..."

"It seems like you're very happy, Dad..."

"Son, you'll understand when you get married... your woman having your child... for a man... is the greatest happiness..."

"Father!! I understand... I really understand!"

"You understand? And... actually, the doctor originally thought that the quality and quantity of my sperm were unlikely to allow your mother to conceive... This is truly a miracle..."

"Is your mother suitable for conception?" "

Although your mother has always said that she is an older mother... the hospital's test data proves that she is in good health and the quality of her eggs is excellent... suitable for conception..."

"However... son... your mother is worried that my age might cause the child she gets pregnant with to be unhealthy... she's not in a good mood right now... go and talk to her!"

"Dad... what's the problem..."

After saying that, my father and I gave each other a high five, as if he was saying to me, "Son! The rest is up to you!" To be honest, I was quite excited. From my father's words, I learned that they were using contraception and that the chances of my mother conceiving were low. Considering all of this, it was almost certain that my mother was carrying my child.

After opening the door, I saw my mother sitting sideways on the bed, her legs, clad in sheer stockings under her long, narrow skirt, pressed tightly together, her feet resting diagonally on the floor. Seeing me walk in with a smile, she sighed and began,

"Your father told you...?"

"Yes... Mom, you're pregnant..."

"Sigh... I didn't expect that even with such careful contraception and your father's poor health, I still got pregnant...?"

"Mom is very healthy... Dad said my eggs are very fertile... I'm open to any fertile egg, right?"

"You... maybe God heard what you said to Mom that day... that's why He granted your request?"

"Hmph... Son, you must have prayed very earnestly that day, didn't you?"

"Not only prayed... I also put in a lot of effort!"

"Huh? Hehe... I don't understand what you're talking about, son... If you're going to put in any effort, help take care of Mom!"

"Mom... don't worry... I'll take care of you and the baby during your pregnancy and after the baby is born..."

"Good girl... so filial... hehe... son, you're amazing."

At this moment, I reached out and stroked my mother's lower abdomen, happily saying,

"Mother... you can rest assured and leave everything to me..."

"Okay... I'll leave it to you... my good son!"

"Son... after this child is born... don't bully him just because you're much older!"

"Mom, don't worry... I can love him like my own child..."

"Haha... that's for the best... son!"

Seeing my mother's delight, I walked out of the room and gave my father, who was sitting on the sofa, an OK sign. My father gave me a thumbs up in return.

And so, I began to take good care of my mother, doing almost every chore I could. During this time, I didn't have any lustful thoughts towards my mother; I just wanted to take care of her wholeheartedly. My parents were surprised by my actions. They were worried that having another child would cause me to be jealous; I wouldn't be like that because I knew deep down that the fetus wasn't my sibling, but the result of my mother and me.

And so, my mother's belly grew bigger and bigger each day, becoming incredibly swollen, even larger than when she was pregnant with me. After an ultrasound, we learned it was a healthy boy and a girl, twins! I was ecstatic; my first time as a virgin had resulted in my mother's pregnancy, and she'd even given birth to twins! Relatives and friends flocked to congratulate us, and my father was overjoyed.

On the day of delivery, I went into the delivery room with my parents, carrying a DV camera. My mother gripped my and my father's hands in pain, constantly crying out that it hurt so much. My father anxiously tried to comfort her, repeatedly saying,

"Wife... hang in there... just a little longer... push!!"

After hearing this a few times, I would repeat it whenever my father said it. After some time, my mother began to give birth. Seeing my father about to say something happy, I deliberately covered the microphone hole of the DV camera. Then my father said,

"You're amazing, wife... you've given birth to our twins..."

Just then... A crowd rushed forward to take the baby and cut the umbilical cord. I quietly stepped back a little, and facing the screen, I leaned close to the DV camera's microphone and loudly repeated what my father had just said. Everyone turned to look at me with strange eyes, and I explained that I hadn't recorded the audio, so I quickly added the sentence. After everyone's doubts were dispelled, my mother weakly said,

"That's great... Husband... I did it... I gave birth to healthy twins for you..."

At that moment, I quickly moved the DV camera closer to record audio and video. I knew that when we had the chance to review this precious video in the future, everyone would only hear my mother and me talking in the words mentioned above.

And so, the child was born healthy. I was as happy as my father, or even happier. After my mother was discharged from the hospital, I took meticulous care of her. My mother happily said,

"You're clearly their older brother... how come you're behaving like a father..."

"Mom... I've said it before... I'll treat them like my own children..."

"Hmm... very good... son... keep it up!"

"Also... son... your dad said the child looks more like you and me..."

"That's great, Mom... we're related by blood... it'll look normal..."

"Hehe... that's what I told your dad too..."

And so, our family gained a new member. Because I focused all my energy on taking care of the child, I didn't have the energy to make friends with the opposite sex. And from a male perspective, I think I didn't really need to. So, when I was in high school, my friends often teased me for not having a girlfriend. But I secretly wanted to tease them back. While they were chasing after girls and getting played, my biological mother had already given birth to two children for me, who are still growing and thriving to this day...

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