He fucked my mom right in front of me.

Jialong's words were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. A bright pink blush immediately rose on his face. He secretly rejoiced, thinking, "My mom's back. This kid's spring has arrived."

My mom's return did save me from the predicament, preventing Jialong from endlessly pestering me to tell me about my mom's sex history. However, I naturally knew what would happen next. Even if I were still at home, Jialong, whose reason had been eroded by lust, would definitely find a way to have sex with us.

My mom's sweet voice echoed in the hallway, accompanied by the clatter of high heels on the floor.

"Xiao Jie, I'm back. Oh, we have a guest."

"Auntie, it's me. I came to play with Xiao Jie."

I remained seated in the living room, but Jialong greeted me enthusiastically, his lecherous eyes taking in every inch of my mom's body.

As autumn approached and the weather began to turn cold, Mom remained true to her sexy style. She wore a thin, batwing-style, wide-necked sweater with a huge pink collar that plunged all the way to her chest, revealing her semi-transparent bra and large breasts from the side. Below, she wore a super-short white pencil skirt that barely covered her buttocks, and to make matters worse, it had a slit on the right side. Luckily, she was wearing black stockings today; otherwise, if she had worn her usual fishnet stockings, half her buttocks would have been exposed.

Even I, her own son, wasn't this enthusiastic, but Jialong, like a pampered pet dog, scurried down the hallway to fawn over her. Seeing Mom carrying a lot of things, he offered to help her. Mom, this slut, probably guessed Jialong's intentions when she saw him, and feigned shyness as she bent down to hand him the things. Actually, Jialong and I both knew that Mom's actions were just to let Jialong see her large breasts.

"Jialong's here too! Auntie bought lots of delicious food. Let's eat here tonight, Auntie will cook you something yummy," Mom said sweetly as she walked towards the bedroom. Jialong readily agreed.

As Mom crossed the living room, I quickly looked away and refocused my gaze on the TV, not giving her much attention for her return. Mom was used to it anyway. Jialong, however, watched as Mom swayed her big buttocks as she waddled towards the bedroom.

I glanced at Jialong's face; if he had looked gloomy when we were alone, he had clearly brightened up now. The bedroom door wasn't fully closed while Mom was changing, and Jialong could see her through the small crack.

In the blink of an eye, Mom emerged from the bedroom. Because the room wasn't cold, she was only wearing a tank top and super-short denim shorts that revealed half of her buttocks. Both outfits were clearly several sizes too small, yet they perfectly accentuated Mom's figure, her rounded breasts and buttocks almost bursting out of the tight fabric.

I turned around, but Jialong startled me.

Damn, Jialong's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

"Xiao Jie. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Mom asked, swaying her hips as she tied her apron, the movement perfectly aligning with Jialong's gaze.

I pretended not to see anything, calmly continuing to watch TV, and casually replied, "Anything. I'll eat whatever you make."

Mom had clearly anticipated my answer, shrugged, and turned to go into the kitchen, while Jialong's eyes remained fixed on her buttocks.

The dining room was on one side of the living room, with a long bar counter to the left of the mahogany dining table. Although the shelves behind it displayed many expensive bottles of liquor, Mom had mostly bought them for their ornate designs. This slut didn't actually drink. So, more often than not, the bar counter became Mom's place for preparing ingredients or for making love with men.

My mom often lies on the bar counter getting penetrated by men. I even witnessed her sitting on a small swivel chair, being violently penetrated in the anus by Brother Dajun.

At this moment, my mom is behind the bar arranging some semi-finished food, humming a little tune in a good mood. Her round breasts bounce with the rhythm of her body. Clearly, this slut isn't wearing a bra again.

In the eyes of adults, Jialong always acts like a well-behaved boy, and this kid is particularly good at playing this role. So, Jialong quickly abandoned watching TV with me and instead plunged into the bar to help my mom. He even said something very sweet:

"Auntie, you're working too hard all by yourself, let me help you."

Listen to Jialong's words. Any elder would be moved and praise him highly. Even the slut who knew Jialong's intentions couldn't help but praise him repeatedly. Judging from my lewd mother's tone, Jialong had become a reincarnation of Kong Rong and Cao Chong, a role model for all Chinese youth throughout five thousand years of history.

At the time, I didn't know that as Jialong walked towards the bar, he had already unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing, erect penis. No wonder my mother's eyes were fixed on Jialong's crotch.

From my angle, the marble bar counter completely blocked what the two of them were doing. But what they were doing behind that cover was a real test of my imagination.

Actually, there were only a few ingredients on the bar counter, most of which were just ready to be plated, but my mother and Jialong pretended to be very busy and anxious. What no one knew was that Jialong wasn't helping my mother prepare dinner; instead, he was stroking her buttocks.

"Auntie, I've been so pent up lately. Can I have some fun today?" Jialong pleaded with my mother, pretending to look down at the dishes on the counter.

My mother, that complete slut, could spend twenty-three hours a day having sex without ever getting tired of it. Naturally, she wouldn't refuse Jialong's request, and her eyes were filled with delight as she frequently glanced back at Jialong's already withdrawn and glaring penis.

"Okay, Auntie wants it too. Xiaojie won't know later, Auntie will let you fuck me to your heart's content," Mom said seductively, spreading her legs and placing Jialong's erect penis between them.

Jialong hadn't expected his mother to take the initiative; in an instant, he felt his glans pressed against a warm, gentle haven, with a trickle of fluid slowly clinging to his penis. "Ah, Auntie, you have a hole here."

It turned out that Mom's ridiculously short denim shorts had a hidden opening in the crotch area—a slit that perfectly exposed the slut's anus and vulva. However, when the slut closed her legs and walked, the slit was completely invisible. Jialong's penis was rubbing against his mother's labia between her legs, and more and more vaginal fluid began to flow onto his penis. It was estimated that the slut had been aroused since they started rubbing, her juices probably already overflowing. Both of them were moaning with pleasure, almost forgetting my presence, ready to have sex right then and there.

For Jialong, who was still a boy, his mother was much more experienced. She could calmly prepare food while gently arching her back to match Jialong's movements. Jialong had completely forgotten our agreement, his hands slipping inside his mother's shorts, vigorously kneading her plump buttocks.

"Be careful, don't let Xiao Jie see," his mother warned in a low voice, her buttocks both sore and pleasurable from Jialong's kneading, almost unable to hold back her moans. Only then did Jialong reluctantly pull his hands out of his mother's shorts, her buttocks already covered in red handprints.

Suddenly, Mom's hand slipped, and a plate fell to the ground and shattered. Mom said in a coquettish voice, "Oh dear, how annoying. This set of tableware is very expensive." (Me: If it's expensive, why did you break it on the ground! You slut!) After saying that, Mom squatted down with a regretful look, pretending to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain. But her hands, like two swimming dragons, grabbed Jialong's bulging penis, and with her small mouth open, she took the large glans into her mouth.

My mother's behavior was always capricious and unpredictable, so Jialong naturally couldn't keep track of her movements. He just felt a sudden, intense pleasure on his penis, followed by a warm sensation as a nimble tongue diligently licked every inch of it. His penis, which had been dripping with precum, was now covered in saliva.

"Jialong, are you alright?"

Meanwhile, I was watching TV in the living room. Seeing Jialong standing there, completely absorbed in his ecstasy, I could easily guess what had happened. I mischievously shouted, instantly snapping the adulterous couple out of their lustful reverie. Jialong shuddered, and soon after, my mother, blushing, stood up.

"I'm a little hungry. How's the preparation going?"

I stretched and moved from the living room to the dining room. This immediately caused another fluster for the adulterous couple. I guessed that Jialong was probably trying to shove his rock-hard penis back into his pants.

"You greedy cat, all you think about is food. You don't even come to help your old lady,"

Mom retorted in a coquettish voice, as she placed two plates of vegetarian dishes on the table. I rolled my eyes. Help me? Help Jialong fuck you?

Jialong winked at me from behind Mom, but I ignored him. I was worlds apart from this guy. If he was the well-behaved, lovable child among the elders, then I was clearly second-rate. Quiet, thin, even my penis was underdeveloped. When I went to the bathroom with my classmates and friends, I didn't dare let anyone see my shortcomings.

So, while everyone was enthusiastically or openly fucking my mom's big ass, I could only watch. Then I would masturbate alone, thinking about my mom's ass.

To be honest, Mom was indeed a very efficient woman. Jialong and I obediently watched her busy herself at the table, her hips and breasts swaying, for less than half an hour, and Mom had laid out a sumptuous dinner in front of us.

Jialong and I sat facing my mother at the square dining table. My mother and Jialong chatted and laughed the whole time. Jialong was very eloquent; he enthusiastically told stories of everyday anecdotes that housewives would find interesting, making my mother laugh uncontrollably, her round breasts bouncing like basketballs in the hands of an NBA star.

However, Jialong seemed to be eating too excitedly, constantly dropping his chopsticks on the floor. Each time he went to pick them up, it took a long time, during which my mother would breathe heavily with excitement. Thank goodness I have good ears, allowing me to clearly hear the smacking sounds coming from under the table. I guessed that this "railway guerrilla" was now between my mother's legs, licking her vulva.

My friend was right next to me, less than a meter away, licking my mother's genitals. And we had to pretend the other wasn't aware of it. Even someone as used to it as me, someone who's seen it all, couldn't help but pant with excitement.

If I felt any shame, it was only a very private feeling. Over the years, after witnessing my mother having sex with men I knew and didn't know countless times, the shame had long since been worn smooth, like stalactites in a cave. But the unparalleled thrill had never diminished.

A stranger was having sex with my mother, right before my eyes. Every time I thought about this, my blood would boil.

Years of spying on my mother being fucked had honed my keen eyesight and calm composure. I knew perfectly well that with me present, these two wouldn't be able to have sex openly; if they weren't enjoying themselves, I wouldn't enjoy watching either. So, prioritizing filling my stomach, I made up an excuse about having diarrhea and ran to the toilet.

I hurriedly pushed aside my bowl, just in time to meet Jialong, his mouth slick with water, crawling out from under the table. He smiled gratefully at me, but the burning lust in his eyes almost melted the table.

Sure enough, the moment I opened the toilet door, I heard the sound of a chair creaking. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced back and, sure enough, Jialong had pounced on my mother, sucking on her large breasts through her clothes. One hand was holding onto the back of the chair to prevent a potential disaster, while the middle finger of his other hand was already inside my mother's overflowing vagina, drawing out even more vaginal fluid.

I calmly closed the bathroom door, stepped onto the toilet seat, and climbed onto the toilet tank (thankfully, our tank is sturdy and spacious, otherwise I would have been in serious trouble). My head was just above the small window on the toilet, a window that was never opened, offering a clear view of the dining room.

Beside the table, my mother's top was rolled up, revealing her large breasts, her panties pulled down to her feet. She was kneeling on the chair, her buttocks facing Jialong's head.

Jialong was using his tongue to service my mother's two orifices. My mom hummed softly, "Hurry up and put it in, baby, hurry up and put it in, Xiao Jie might come out at any moment."

When Jia Long heard my mom mention my name, he seemed to realize something. Ignoring her request, he turned the chair around so my mom's buttocks were facing the bathroom window, allowing me a clear view of her white bottom.

Hey, she really thought of that; this way I could watch her buttocks and masturbate at the same time.

Jia Long continued to bury his face in my mom's vulva, his tongue taut, desperately exploring deep into her labia, while his left middle finger was deeply inserted into her anus, occasionally scooping out some vaginal fluid and smearing it on his anus. Little devil, he's playing quite artistically.

"Auntie, I want to put it in,"

Jia Long whispered. My mom obediently turned around, smiled sweetly, and guided Jia Long to sit on the chair. She straddled him, grasped his penis, and with a thrust, his penis smoothly entered her vagina.

For Jialong, this moment was absolute liberation. He'd been saving up for so long, all for the sake of releasing his pent-up desires inside his mother's body. Now was the time.

Jialong clearly hadn't mastered the position, clumsily jerking his hips like a baboon, trying to penetrate deeper into his mother's vagina. But from my perspective, it seemed that each thrust only penetrated a limited portion.

Jialong seemed to whisper something in his mother's ear. I couldn't see her expression behind her back, but the next to attack was my lustful mother. The slut began to actively twist her hips, each time squeezing a large chunk of Jialong's penis out of her vagina before thrusting it back in forcefully.

My mother, a seasoned slut who had navigated the world of desire for so many years, knew this method was far less strenuous than Jialong's laborious approach, and both of them could experience greater pleasure.

Perhaps this method was indeed more stimulating, because after only about a hundred twists of his mother's hips, Jialong began to tremble all over. His mother, who wasn't a virgin with him, naturally knew this was a sign that Jialong was about to ejaculate. She immediately dismounted and used both her hands and mouth to help him ejaculate. It seemed this woman was in her fertile period these past few days.

Jialong, of course, didn't hold back. At the very moment of ejaculation, he grabbed his mother's head with both hands to prevent her from escaping, shooting a thick stream of

semen into her mouth before finally stopping. After Jialong finished, his mother savored the semen in her mouth before heading to the sink to spit it out.

Still hiding in the bathroom, I naturally knew that at least the first part of their passionate night was over. If I didn't come out of the bathroom soon, it would arouse suspicion. I pressed the flush button, put on a sickly expression, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Outside, in the dining room, the adulterous couple had efficiently tidied themselves up, both wearing satisfied smiles.

When Jialong saw me come out, he quickly came up to me and asked ingratiatingly, "Brother Jie, are you alright?"

But I couldn't find a trace of worry on his face. His entire face, pieced together, formed a giant Chinese character: "Awesome!"

For several days in a row, Mom looked like a wilted eggplant, listless and dispirited. She hardly went out to enjoy life anymore; after finishing the housework, she'd sit on the sofa and watch TV listlessly. Her skin had lost its luster.

During dinner, I asked Mom about it, but she gave me a vague answer and quickly changed the subject, clearly not wanting me to know.

I secretly wondered, could it be that this slut's period had started again, and she was getting restless from not being able to have sex?

But I quickly dismissed that idea. Because Mom has always been enthusiastic about anal sex; she'd enjoy two men penetrating her anus simultaneously, so even if it was her period, it would be like the slut's anal anniversary, finally allowing her to call on all the heroes to focus on fucking her anus. Since

it wasn't her period, could it be that she was uncomfortable not being fucked?

That's even more impossible. My mom's sexual activity is so widespread it's unimaginable. She only needs to lift her skirt casually, and countless suitors will be swarming beneath it. Besides, just a few days ago, that guy Jialong came over for dinner and, while I was in the bathroom, he grabbed my mom's fat ass and gave her a good hard time. Around midnight that night, Jialong texted me saying he and my mom had another tryst on the rooftop, and he made her ejaculate four times. And the last time, Jialong deliberately ejaculated inside my mom's vagina.

The horny woman in her fertile period had to perform a finger-pressure orgasm on the rooftop, spraying out the semen.

One by one, my guesses were shattered, and my mom's depression was becoming an unsolved mystery.

That guy Jialong also told me in the text about the second thing he wanted from me that day. When I finished reading that text, I almost grabbed a baseball bat and went to visit him.

This kid actually wanted me to go through my mom's archives to see if I could find her private diary. The brat wants

to have his cake and eat it too! Of course, I firmly rejected this request and threatened him never to mention it again. He's already slept with my mom, and he still wants to see her diary? That's too much!

But after my anger subsided, my gradually calming mind started to agree with Jialong's idea. A voice inside me whispered, "Actually, I really want to see Mom's diary. If it really exists."

If Mom had a habit of keeping a private diary, then maybe I could find out if I was really Dad and Mom's biological child.

This is a question that terrifies me every time I think about it. Having such a lewd mother, when exactly did she start showing this lewd side? If she was as lewd before marriage as she is now, then am I the result of her infidelity?

Just thinking about this makes me curl up in fear. My dad was completely unaware of my mom's promiscuous nature; he himself had been cuckolded countless times, yet remained oblivious while abroad.

With these thoughts in mind, I drifted off to sleep, uneasy. I was awakened the next day by the doorbell.

It was my mom who opened the door. I wanted to sleep a little longer, but I couldn't fall back asleep; the thoughts from the previous night were completely forgotten. My left hand reached for the power button on the computer case, while my right hand frantically pulled at my clothes.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the living room, followed by a knock on my bedroom door.

It was my mom's voice. "Xiao Jie, there's a package for you. Are you up? Sign for it."

I answered, and my mom pushed open my bedroom door, followed by a deliveryman in a light blue shirt and a blue baseball cap. I looked him up and down, only to find that he had an erection.

It turned out the problem was with my mom; the slut had probably rushed out of bed early that morning. Her hair was still disheveled, and she was only wearing a silk shirt that barely covered her buttocks; whether she was wearing underwear was unknown.

The deliveryman handed me the package. The moment I saw the English lettering, I knew who this gift was from.

It must be a gift from Mike, a friend I met on an international forum. I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly. Naturally, I knew what was inside: the latest spy camera equipment on the American market. And it had been personally modified by the electronics genius Mike; its performance was superb.

I had already told Mike frankly what I needed the equipment for—to spy on my lewd mother's every move. What was even more exciting was that on the other side of the world, there was someone with the same interests and remarkably similar experiences—that guy was Mike. We met online.

Mike was a true American, free-spirited, lively, and talkative. Sometimes, I even doubted whether he was from Earth, just as I had an incredible talent for computers; his knowledge of electronics was also masterful. What delighted me most was that this guy also had a slutty mother.

Mike once sent me a picture he'd secretly taken of his blonde, blue-eyed mom having sex with the neighbor's father and son. Two penises, each as thick as my forearm, were frantically thrusting into Mike's mother's anus and mouth. The neighbor boy's penis was almost completely blocked in Mike's mother's mouth, and the boy was shamelessly using Mike's mother's mouth as a genital organ. Tsk tsk, what a real man.

But unlike me, Mike was much luckier. Although he was just as psychologically disturbed as I was, he was handsome and dashing, tall and strong with a long penis. He had already had relations with his slutty mother when he was fifteen. And he could often have sex with his mother right under his father's nose. Wow, how exciting!

I was still fiddling with the package, and Mike had drawn a lot of strange codes and coded messages on it that only the two of us understood, almost causing it to fail customs inspection. Suddenly, the delivery guy squatted down. His shoelace had come undone. His

baseball cap obscured his face, but I could still tell he was rolling his eyes upwards, because my mom, completely naked from the waist down, was standing right next to him.

I pretended to be carefully examining the package, giving the delivery guy space to scrutinize the view under my mom's clothes.

This guy was indeed quite honest; seeing that neither my mom nor I reacted, he gradually became bolder, starting to slightly raise his head, no longer glancing at my mom's buttocks out of the corner of his eye, but staring directly at the hem of her clothes.

"Gulp."

The delivery guy made a loud swallowing sound. Was my mom not even wearing underwear? Good heavens! Now my mom's vulva and buttocks were completely exposed to this guy's eyes.

What happened next was even more unexpected. My mom, that slut, lived up to her reputation. After realizing my attention was completely focused on the package, she actually lifted the hem of her clothes from behind with one hand…

This must be what they call exhibitionism!

The delivery guy must have been planning this day; it was truly his lucky day. His lucky day had brought him such a wanton woman who was willingly exposing herself to him.

“Damn it, if you’re a man, go touch her! Don’t worry about me, just touch this slut’s ass, use your fingers to poke her anus, insert them into her vagina! Hurry up!”

I was secretly encouraging the delivery guy. But this hopeless kid seemed only blinded by the beautiful sight before him, completely unaware of what to do next.

"Go touch her, you idiot!"

I was probably the most anxious person at this point, trying to remain calm while simultaneously cheering the delivery guy on. A full, mature buttock right in front of you, so close, what would you do in that situation…?

The guy finally moved. He was probably finally overcome by lust, his lust overriding his reason. One hand slowly rose, carefully tracing its way up the woman's right leg. Hey, not bad, this angle theoretically avoids my gaze. This guy has the potential to be a pervert.

The delivery guy's hand was on Mom's calf, and Mom didn't object at all, instead winking at him.

This made the delivery guy ecstatic; a romantic encounter really could happen. He felt like he'd been granted a pardon, his courage swelling several times over. He let his hand continue moving up Mom's calf, straightening up and hiding half his body behind her so he could fully enjoy the pleasure of touching her buttocks.

Simple rubbing was no longer enough to satisfy the delivery boy's burgeoning desires. His boldness grew, and his fingers explored between his mother's buttocks, feeling the heat of her anus on his fingers. His index and ring fingers supported her buttocks, while his middle finger lightly touched her clitoris.

After a while, the boy gradually abandoned her anus and instead explored between her legs, discovering that the woman's crotch was already overflowing with sticky, lustful fluid, instantly coating his fingers. He effortlessly parted her labia and inserted his middle finger into her vulva.

"Mmm..."

his mother actually let out a soft moan, breaking the silence. The delivery boy was startled and quickly withdrew his hand from between his mother's legs, his face flushed, unable to utter a word.

At this point, any further mischief would expose everything. I lazily nodded, indicating satisfaction, and signed the delivery slip. The delivery boy looked relieved.

I opened the package, and my mother saw him out. However, based on my experience, I knew this slut wouldn't let the unfortunate delivery guy go so easily.

"Want to sit down and rest? Have a glass of water or something?"

My mom's voice came from outside the bedroom. I had already unpacked all of Mike's gifts.

There were two sets of equipment: one was high-definition eavesdropping and cameras; the other, the trump card, was a remote-controlled chameleon tracking camera kit.

Everyone knows chameleons; this kit uses bionics to embed the camera into a chameleon remote-controlled robot, making it extremely well-concealed. The receiver is an iPhone-style LCD screen that transmits all the footage from the chameleon camera. The remote control range is a bit small, only 80 yards, but that's enough for me—I just want to be able to spy on my mom's affair without leaving home.

Enough talk, the delivery guy was already in the living room with a glass of orange juice. I quickly set up the equipment; my intuition told me that there was more to the story between my mom and the delivery guy.

I quickly adapted to the whole setup. The little chameleon camera was incredibly easy to control. It darted out of the room, lay down on the living room carpet, and instantly transformed into white, blending perfectly with the carpet. Immediately, the scene in the living room appeared on the screen.

The delivery guy stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to stay or leave. Mom, however, was nowhere to be seen. Judging from the delivery guy's gaze, she had gone to the bedroom to change. Indeed, her outfit wasn't exactly flattering.

But strangely, when Mom came out of the bedroom, she was still wearing the same clothes. The chameleon camera glanced upwards, and I realized that Mom had simply wiped away her overflowing vaginal fluids and put

back on the denim shorts she wore when Jialong had sex with her. The camera had captured the writhing of her vulva as she walked by.

Holy crap, I finally saw Mom's most lewd hole at such close range—and it was that hole that gave birth to me! Her deep red labia, stretched open by countless men's tongues, fingers, and penises, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair, were fully displayed before my eyes at that moment.

Actually, although my mother was promiscuous, she had very clear boundaries. She never allowed any men to film her having sex. It didn't matter if several men had sex with her, or if her promiscuity was spread around, or if she attracted even more men (as if that made her happier). But taking photos or videos was strictly forbidden. Otherwise, my mother would immediately become furious. My mother once said that she was a very subjective woman when it came to sex!

Meanwhile, the delivery guy remained standing there dumbfounded, not daring to move. At this point, the courage he had shown earlier in touching my mother's buttocks had long since vanished. A typical lustful but small-minded man.

"Why are you so nervous? Sit down." Mom's voice was low, coming through the video camera, but it was full of provocation. The last two words, to my ears, practically meant "Do it!"

The delivery guy was still very reserved, but Mom pressed closer, coming to him. I quickly adjusted the camera to follow, afraid of missing any important shots.

I saw Mom, like a queen in an MTV, touch the delivery guy's chest, then gently push him onto the sofa. The overly nervous delivery guy immediately fell on it.

The delivery guy kept glancing towards my room, as if afraid I would come out and see this scene. But Mom didn't care at all. The delivery guy then got onto the sofa himself and gradually moved closer to his face.

"Young man. It must be uncomfortable holding it in. Just let it out if you want to." Mom's face was full of lust, and her almond-shaped eyes were full of charm that made it hard to look directly at her.

The delivery guy seemed to be a young man, inexperienced in this kind of thing, and his face was as red as a jujube. His body trembled, but his penis grew even harder.

Mom smiled slightly, her right hand lightly brushing against the deliveryman's penis through his pants, her tongue darting out to gently lick his face. "If you don't want my son to see, then come with me."

Mom moved swiftly, instantly unzipping the deliveryman's pants, pulling out his already rock-hard penis, and standing up.

"Just as I thought, we're going to do it!" Seeing Mom's lewd appearance, I excitedly pulled out my penis and began to masturbate it lightly in front of the screen, controlling the camera as I followed Mom's steps to the toilet door.

The deliveryman gave Mom a puzzled look, clearly not understanding her intentions.

Mom continued to smile seductively, walked to the toilet door, and deliberately stuck out her large buttocks, allowing the deliveryman to clearly see the slit in the crotch of her denim shorts and the beautiful parts within.

"Look here." "Mom whispered, pointing not to her own buttocks, but to the toilet door. Apparently, there was a small hidden door in the middle of the toilet door, and another one on the other side. I instantly understood what Mom meant.

Sure enough, as I expected, Mom waved to the deliveryman, letting him go into the toilet, and then sticking her penis out through the hidden door. That way, even if I suddenly came out, Mom, with her buttocks facing the hidden door, could be fucked while telling me nonsense like, 'The deliveryman is in the toilet, she's waiting outside!'

This slut, how many secrets does she have for her exhibitionism? I really can't understand my unpredictable mom anymore. But maybe that's exactly what makes her so attractive."

A moment later, a bright red penis emerged from the hidden door. Mom clearly liked the size; after examining it for a while, she squatted down, opened her mouth, and licked the glans once before meticulously licking every corner of the penis. The deliveryman must have been having a blast in the bathroom. This slut, Mom, even while licking the penis, didn't forget to wiggle her ass; she must have had too many experiences of having men fuck her from behind while she licked their penises, making it a habit.

My chameleon camera outside was happy to have some peace and quiet, carefully monitoring every tremor of Mom's buttocks as she wiggled. Her lustful vulva was already glistening, and glistening vaginal fluid was about to drip from its slits.

Perhaps it was the first time she'd experienced such pleasure, because the deliveryman ejaculated completely into Mom's mouth in less than two minutes. Knowing there was no time to clean up the semen, Mom swallowed it all.

After ejaculating, the penis began to shrink. The deliveryman tried to pull it back, but Mom held it between her fingers. Having just swallowed all the semen, Mom opened her cherry-like mouth again, sucking hard on the head of his penis until it swelled up in her mouth once more.

"You've had your fun, now it's my turn," Mom said smugly, turning her back to face the hidden door in the bathroom. With a thrust of her hips, her vagina successfully swallowed his penis. Mom hummed contentedly. While twisting her waist, she muttered, "A virgin's penis is so much better, even a virgin's semen tastes better than old men's."

So this slut was so aroused because she'd discovered the boy was a virgin and wanted to use his semen to nourish herself. Tsk tsk, truly lewd beyond words.

"Mmm...mmm..."

It was all just Mom moving; the young deliveryman simply pressed his entire body against the door, extending his penis, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The lewd mother, knowing full well that she and her son were separated only by a living room and a wall, still tirelessly engaged in sexual intercourse with the man, though this slut could only force herself to suppress her cries.

The mother's buttocks twitched for a full ten minutes before she felt tired. This was thanks to her regular gym workouts; her physical condition was exceptionally good. Then, exhausted, the mother pressed her buttocks against the toilet door, her vulva facing the hidden door, letting the deliveryman inside rhythmically thrust his penis in and out.

Taking advantage of the mother's exhaustion, my chameleon camera secretly moved closer. Peeking at the mother's feet, I saw that the slut's juices had already soaked the toilet door, and inside the hidden door, the deliveryman, like a high-speed piston, frantically pounded into the mother's vulva, each thrust squeezing out copious amounts of fluid from her labia, splashing onto the toilet door.

"I'm going to cum..."

the deliveryman's muffled voice came from behind the toilet door. Hearing this, the mother became slightly more alert. She quickly pulled away, turning to catch the semen in her mouth.

But this time she miscalculated. The moment she turned around, semen gushed out, thick, white liquid splattering onto the slut's face and hair…

As I slowly tossed the tissue ball, stained with my semen, into the trash can, and finished getting ready to leave the bedroom, my mom was just seeing the delivery guy off. The delivery guy, seeing me come out, hurriedly slipped away as if he'd done something wrong. My mom, on the other hand, calmly asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

I shrugged, but then inadvertently noticed that the ends of my mom's spiky hair were still covered in the delivery guy's semen. Hmph, you slut, I'm not telling you! When you go out later, you'll be carrying someone else's semen with you on the street!

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