Mommy with her spring sunshine exposed

My name is Xiao Se, but because I'm a womanizer, I'm nicknamed Xiao Se (meaning "little pervert"). Although I'm only 16 years old this year, I've been studying women for four years. You'll probably guess by now that I'm studying my mom's body.
My mom is 38 years old, 1.63 meters tall, weighs 50 kilograms, and has a bust of 35, waist of 25, and hips of 36. Because she takes good care of herself, she looks only 28. My dad is a ship captain, and he spends most of the year at sea, so it's usually just my mom and me at home. This makes it easy for me to study her.

My mom is a very open-minded housewife. My dad's salary is enough to support the whole family, so my mom never worries about our finances. Besides housework, my mom also participates in women's fitness club activities, leading a very fulfilling life. Now,

you're probably all eager to hear more. So, let's get straight to the point and start with my mom doing housework at home.
My mother usually dresses very casually at home: a pink or light green short dress, no stockings, and small, elegant crystal sandals, often with a white embroidered apron tied around her waist. Looking down: her shiny, smooth black hair is gently tied back with a pink silk scarf; her bright, large eyes, high nose, and small, rosy lips form a beautiful face; her full, firm breasts, even through her white openwork silk bra and dress, still reveal the outline of her brown areolas and nipples; her large, fleshy buttocks are tightly wrapped in her short dress, with clear marks left by her white silk panties; through the thin fabric of her dress, her long, fair legs are vaguely visible; a red ribbon is tied around her slender, soft ankles (my mother says this is for warding off evil); and her ten neatly trimmed toes peek out from behind her crystal sandals. My mother's attire always stirred my imagination: what kind of body was hidden beneath those clothes?

So, whenever my mother did housework, I would pay close attention, even creating opportunities to peek at her body. For example, when she stood on a stool wiping the windows, I would pretend to hand her a rag and stand below. From below, I could clearly see her genitals, tightly encased in white silk panties, beneath her short dress. The narrow panties couldn't completely cover her thick labia, and the thin fabric clearly revealed the contours of her two plump, alluring mons pubis and dark pubic hair. Also, every time we ate, I would accidentally drop my chopsticks and bend down to pick them up, taking the opportunity to peek at the mysterious area between my mother's legs. Of course, these were just minor tricks; at most, I could only see her panties. To gain a deeper understanding of my mother's body, I needed careful planning and preparation. Fortunately, my affluent family environment and ample time provided the perfect conditions for my plan to unfold.

The first step of my plan was to truly understand Mommy's physical structure and physiological characteristics.

(II)

In order to realize my plan, I specifically searched online for information about spying devices, date rape drugs, and aphrodisiacs, and tried to order some with the pocket money Mommy gave me. Of course, before these things arrived, I still started my plan. The first step of the plan was, of course, to test Mommy's daily habits, such as what she liked to drink, what time she went to bed, and when she took a bath every day. Daddy's return home was the best opportunity for me to understand Mommy's sex life.

Because Daddy was on a ship, he rarely came back a few times a year, so every time he came back, he would be intimate with Mommy for a long time. Since I started observing Mommy, I found that whenever Daddy came home, they would make love many times. This was not because I was spying, but because every night after I fell asleep, there would always be loud noises in Mommy's bedroom, such as Daddy's heavy breathing, Mommy's moans, and the creaking of the bed. Although Daddy and Mommy deliberately suppressed these sounds, they were still very clear in the middle of the night, which made me have endless fantasies. The next morning, while Daddy and Mommy were out shopping and relaxing, I would sneak into their room and rummage through the trash bags in the bathroom. I always found something unexpected: four or five condoms! They were hidden at the very bottom of the bags, with Daddy's yellowish-white semen still inside, emitting a pungent smell. If I was lucky, I might also find clothes that Daddy and Mommy hadn't had time to wash. On the bottom of Mommy's usual white silk panties, there was still her discharge, and almost every time, Mommy's panties were wet, covered in a sticky liquid, seemingly a mixture of Daddy and Mommy's bodily fluids (did Daddy always use Mommy's panties to wipe her genitals after sex?). Ah, every time I thought about this, my little brother would get rock hard, and I would fantasize about Daddy and Mommy making love and ejaculate in Mommy's bathroom!

I must see Daddy and Mommy making love! I must!

(III)

Although I had been waiting for a chance to peek at Daddy and Mommy making love, Daddy was often away from home, and he was very careful when making love with Mommy, so it was difficult for me to succeed. Finally, by chance, I had the opportunity to see Mommy's sexy side, but this time it wasn't Mommy and Daddy making love. Instead...

Mommy had met a young woman named Chen Yuan at the gym. When Daddy wasn't home, they often went to the gym and shopping together. Because they were very familiar with each other, they often talked about everything. Chen Yuan's husband was the general manager of a company. He had many social engagements outside and rarely came home, so Mommy sometimes took me to Chen Yuan's house. They lived in a villa area in the suburbs. It usually took two hours to get there by bus and subway, and half an hour by car. Neither Mommy nor I could drive, so we had to take the bus and subway. Anyone who has taken the subway knows that it's crowded during rush hour, and there are even some psychologically disturbed men who take advantage of women. My mother doesn't ride the subway often and knows nothing about it, so she asked me, her son who frequently takes the subway to school, to make the arrangements. Since Chen Yuan invited us to dinner, we had to take the subway during rush hour. Deep down, I had some expectations, so I strongly urged my mother to catch the 5:30 PM subway. Unaware of my intentions, she thought I was very experienced and readily agreed. However, because my mother is naturally prone to motion sickness on buses, she reminded me to bring her motion sickness medication. Coincidentally, the sleeping pills I ordered had arrived a few days earlier, and for some reason, I casually brought them with me as well.

We boarded the bus to the subway station at 5:00 PM. Shortly after boarding, my mother said she felt dizzy and wanted to take motion sickness medication. Knowing that motion sickness medication and sleeping pills feel similar, I impulsively handed her one. Although she noticed the color was off, she didn't think much of it and swallowed it. Perhaps it was a placebo effect, but after taking the medication, Mom said she felt better. The effects of the drug might have been slow, because it wasn't until we got on the subway that Mom said she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. We were traveling from the starting point to the end, so the subway was quite empty when we boarded. We went to an empty carriage and found a seat near the door. Soon after sitting down, Mom leaned against the chair and fell asleep, perhaps because she knew her son was beside her, so she slept peacefully. At this point, I began to observe Mom up and down in the dim light of the carriage. Perhaps it was her first time visiting someone's home, because Mom was dressed very carefully. She wore a white, semi-transparent, low-cut, short-sleeved silk casual blouse, through which a pink embroidered bra could be vaguely seen; a light blue fabric skirt with a 2-centimeter slit at the hem; extremely thin, colorless stockings; and silver hook-strap high-heeled sandals, looking incredibly sexy.

At that moment, a wicked thought surged into my mind: "What will happen to my sexy, alluring mommy on this subway full of perverts?" Thinking this, I glanced around. Only an old woman was dozing in the opposite corner. So, I gently unbuttoned the top two buttons of my mommy's shirt, slightly revealing her fair chest and cleavage. Then I slightly spread her legs, making it easy for me to see her genitals from across the room. Finally, I sat down one chair away from my mommy, pretending not to recognize this young woman, waiting for a good show to unfold...

(IV)

After waiting for about two or three minutes, the carriage was almost full. I carefully observed the man sitting between my mother and me: he looked like a college student in his early twenties, refined and wearing glasses. To my mother's left was an elderly man in his sixties, who looked listless. Because the seats on the subway were very close together, they were, whether intentionally or unintentionally, tightly sandwiching my mother between them. I even saw the college student secretly rubbing his calf between my mother's legs. It seemed a good show was about to begin!

The train started moving, and perhaps because the college student noticed that my mother was sleeping soundly, he gradually increased his movements: while tentatively rubbing his foot against my mother's shapely calves, he secretly placed his hand behind her back, and then, taking advantage of the slight swaying of the subway and the close proximity of their bodies, gently stroked my mother's buttocks with that hand. Watching his cautious manner, I almost burst out laughing. Perhaps sensing my attention, he quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing my little scheme about to fall apart, I wasn't about to give up. So, pointing at my mother, I asked, "Big brother, is your girlfriend asleep?" The college student blushed and stammered, "Um, well...yes...yes! Hehe!" Hearing his answer, I felt a mischievous thrill.

Perhaps my words had prompted him, for the college student began to act boldly: he first wrapped his arm around my mother's slender waist as if she were his girlfriend, then his other hand began to roam freely over her body, gently kneading her full, firm breasts through her white, semi-transparent, low-cut, short-sleeved silk casual shirt... Discovering that my mother remained soundly asleep despite this intrusion, he became even bolder. One hand began to caress my mother's thigh, then slowly slid down to the inside of her thigh, finally slipping inside her cloth skirt and pressing his palm tightly against her vulva. Even through her underwear, I could still feel the outline of her plump labia. His other hand pinched my mother's chin, forcing her to open her small, red lips, and he immediately sealed them with his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue skillfully swirled in her mouth, making a "sizzling" sound. These movements even excited the old man next to me, who began to rub his crotch with both hands. Just as the college student's fingers were about to slip through the bottom of my mother's underwear and into her private parts, the subway arrived at a station, and an unexpected event occurred!

(V)

The subway car doors opened, and a group of thugs boarded, their hair dyed in various colors. There were about four or five of them, and the leader was a muscular burly man with a cigarette in his mouth. Just then, a skinny guy next to him spotted the college student and my mother and leered at the big guy, saying, "Boss, there's a slut over there, let's all go over and have some fun!" The big guy looked over, a lewd smile spreading across his face. They immediately surrounded them, and the big guy said to the college student, "Kid, who's this woman to you? Why are you hugging her so tightly?" The college student had never seen anything like this before and stammered, "N-no...no...it's nothing!" "If it's nothing, then get out of here! Get lost!" The big guy slapped the college student across the face, then turned to the old man and said, "You old geezer, what are you looking at?! If you want to live a few more years, then get out of here too!" Then a group of people surrounded my mother, but since I was alert and pretending to be asleep, they ignored me. I heard the skinny guy say, "Boss, this woman's probably drunk, or maybe she's been drugged. She won't wake up for a while!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but admire him. "A master is a master. He can tell she's been drugged at a glance! I'm impressed!" At the same time, I couldn't help but worry about my mother. "What are they planning to do to my mother?"

I peeked through the crowd and saw the big guy pick my mother up and put her on his lap. The other four surrounded them. The big guy spread my mother's legs apart with his hands, and my mother's light blue cloth skirt was pulled down to her waist, revealing her sexy lower body wearing pink silk embroidered panties. Then the big guy started to knead her breasts with his rough, hairy hands through my mother's low-cut short-sleeved silk casual shirt. Then he lifted my mother's shirt over her head, revealing her pink embroidered bra. The other guys' hands also started to grope and pinch my mother's body. Perhaps still conscious in her unconscious state, Mom's brow was furrowed, and her breathing quickened, but this only excited them more. Mom's bra, after being torn apart, could barely contain her full, firm breasts, even revealing her brown, erect nipples. Perhaps the burly man couldn't bear it any longer, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I peeked and gasped: "My God, what a huge cock!" His penis was as thick as a wrist, and about ten centimeters long protruded from his pants, the scarlet glans already oozing a clear, glistening liquid, menacingly facing my mother's genitals. At this moment, I started to regret it. This joke had gone too far. If that big guy's penis had shoved into Mommy's pussy, wouldn't it have torn her tender little hole apart? Even if Mommy had a vagina, wouldn't she wake up after being penetrated like that? If she saw that she had been raped, wouldn't she try to commit suicide? Even if Mommy didn't wake up, wouldn't I have to have another little brother? This big guy is so ugly, I don't want this little brother! Oh God, what should I do?

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