Night cabinet mother and child

My uncle had a stomach hemorrhage and needed to be hospitalized for a while. Since they couldn't find anyone to work the night shift at the front desk, my mother had to step in herself. I drove her there at 11 PM, and after she finished handing over her duties to Aunt Zhen on the short night shift, I gave Aunt Zhen

a ride home. The next morning, my mother took a taxi provided by the hotel.

Four years ago, I was fortunate enough to be adopted as Aunt Zhen's godson. That day, before I even spoke, my mother beamed and said, "Call me 'godmother' a few times so I can hear it!" Having always called Aunt Zhen "godmother," calling her "godmother" felt a little strange. From that day on, I became the only son of Aunt Zhen and my mother. Aunt Zhen lived next door. It was very convenient to pass things like cornstarch, soy sauce, and vinegar back and forth from the back balcony. After

working two nights, school started summer vacation. My mother said I had spent several nights with my uncle at the front desk and had some experience, so she asked me to help her.

Our small hotel originally had a madam providing tea service on the night shift. Two days ago, her daughter gave birth, and she had to take leave to care for her. Mom was busy for two nights, and since it was my summer vacation, I was forced to work as a madam. To be honest, working at the night counter of a small hotel was somewhat fun when I was with my uncle, but doing it alone was completely uninteresting.

After the handover, Mom asked Aunt Zhen, as usual, if there were any unusual guests. Aunt Zhen said ambiguously, "A strange mother and son are staying in room 303. They went out for a late-night snack around 11 p.m., and I told them they would be back by 1:30 p.m."

Mom asked, "How strange?"

Aunt Zhen looked at me, her eyes smiling, and pulled Mom to the counter, speaking in a low voice. In the dead of night, I vaguely heard a few words: "...two single beds...but they slept in one...I passed by...and heard...so loud...making love...so loud..."

Aunt Zhen gestured wildly, and I saw Mom's fair cheeks turn bright red, glancing at me every now and then. I found Aunt Zhen's behavior really amusing. Leaving aside my affair with her over the past two years, a few nights ago, when I drove her home late at night, she straddled me with her legs wide open and her buttocks bare, vigorously sucking my penis, making my mother's car wobble. Now she talks about "making love... so loudly..." but pretends to be mysterious, afraid I'll hear.

Aunt Zhen hadn't been gone long when the automatic door "dinged!" and a man and a woman entered, going straight to the counter to get the key to room 303. I saw the woman had light makeup and a cheerful expression. She was a bit older than my mother, slender, and good-looking, just not as pretty as my mother. The boy looked only a few years older than me, but much taller.

My mother and I watched them walk into the elevator without prior arrangement.

I asked my mother, "Is Aunt Zhen talking about...?"

I winked at her, and she nodded, her cheeks flushing again.

Mom turned to look at the elevator stopped on the third floor, sighed, and said enviously, "Sigh~ They look so happy~"

I took Mom's hand, "Mom~ We're so happy too~"

Mom turned around, patted my hand, and sighed again, "Sigh~ If you listen to Mom more and worry less, we'll be happy."

After a while, the district police officer came to do his routine. After looking at the passenger register, he chatted for a few minutes, drank some tea, and left.

I asked Mom in a low voice, "What did Aunt Zhen say?"

Mom blushed and said, "Sometimes Aunt Zhen's words are hard to understand, and I don't understand what she said either."

"Then why are you blushing? I don't believe you! Tell me~ It's been so boring all night, Mom!" I pulled and tugged at Mom's arm.

Mom slapped my hand away. "Stop fooling around, go play the movie."

I turned on the DVD player and asked, "Should we play them in order?"

Mom said, "I'll do it." Her fingers tapped the keyboard, and the movie titles in the frame on the screen kept scrolling down... "This one...this one...and...this one...these three foreign films are on channel 13."

I looked at them; two were European films with captions: incest between mother and son, Chinese subtitles. They even had two parts. The other one was an American family incest film. I couldn't help but glance at Mom.

Mom blushed and said, "Why are you watching this routine!" She went back to typing to select channel 15. I looked closely; among the three Japanese films, two were also incest between mother and son. I thought, "Does Mom think the family in room 303 is so happy, and she's going to help them tonight?"

I asked very quietly, "Mom, is that what Aunt Zhen was talking about?" I pointed to the DVD player.

Mom nodded.

I whispered even softer, "Mom~ what exactly did Aunt Zhen say~" Afraid that Mom wouldn't hear me, I put my arm around her shoulder and my mouth was almost touching her ear.

Mom dodged away, whispering, "You're still young, it's inappropriate to tell you those things."

"Mom~~ I may be young, but our family runs a hotel, what kind of messy things hasn't your son seen?" I blurted out, "I've seen those kinds of videos to death, I've practically never heard of them happening in real life, how is it inappropriate to talk about such things? Dear Mom, please satisfy your son's curiosity, please!"

Mom turned her head, glaring at me, "These are for the guests to see, and you, you little devil, are showing them to them too!"

I said, "Mom~ almost every classmate of mine has seen those DVDs, don't make a fuss. I'll make you a cup of coffee, and you can have some cookies while we talk about what Aunt Zhen told me."

Mom sipped her coffee, stood up, peeked at the stairwell, closed the counter door, and whispered, "Ah Zhen said that room 303 is supposed to have two single beds, but that mother and son only used one bed. The other bed was clean..." She hadn't even pulled the blanket up yet; she saw it when she went to deliver tea around 10 a.m. "

Mom paused for a moment, her slender thumb and forefinger sliding up and down the curved handle of the cup, then continued, "Ah Zhen was delivering tea to room 306 around 9 a.m. when she passed room 303 and heard…heard a woman…

a woman's moaning…" Mom stopped again, her face flushed, and picked up her cup to drink her coffee.

"And then? And then?" I grabbed Mom's hand.

Mom put down her cup, her face as red as the evening glow, her voice barely audible: "Ah Zhen said that at the time, channels 13 and 15 weren't showing anything, and only the mother and son were in room 303. Therefore, the moans and groans coming from room 303 must have come from the mother."

I sighed, slumped in my chair, and murmured, "It really happened...it really happened..."

Mom also sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Anything strange can happen in this world. This kind of thing not only really happens, but it happens quite often around us; we just don't know it!"

I sensed a hidden meaning in Mom's words, so I sat up and asked, "Mom, you seem to know other stories. Tell me about them!"

Mom didn't answer, absentmindedly biting into a small pastry in her left hand, while her right hand made strange movements.

Her long index finger darted in and out of the oval handle of the coffee cup. A blush spread across her pale cheeks.

I called softly, "Mom, Mom."

Mom stared blankly, seemingly lost in thought, as if she hadn't heard me.

I called out again, "Mom!"

Mom was startled and turned to ask, "What time is it?"

I looked back at the clock: "Two o'clock."

Mom stood up: "You watch, I'll go check."

I tugged at her skirt: "Mom, you still have other stories to tell!"

Mom patted my hand: "Take care of business first, I'll tell you when I get back, okay?" She took the flashlight, opened the counter, and went into the elevator.

After Mom left, I drank my coffee alone, my mind filled with the image of the mother in room 303. Aunt Zhen's breasts were so big, her vulva plump with dark, shiny pubic hair. That mother's breasts didn't seem small either, maybe even bigger. I wondered what her vulva looked like. I had accidentally seen Mom's breasts and vulva once before. Her breasts were a size smaller than Aunt Zhen's, but firmer. Her vulva was also covered in dark, shiny pubic hair, but I couldn't see anything else clearly.

It's funny, we own a hotel, and the first time I had sex with Aunt Zhen was also in a hotel, someone else's hotel. Thinking back now, the way they looked when they went in probably resembled the mother and son in room 303.

During my first winter break in college, one night, Mom and Aunt Zhen went to a class reunion. Mom called and asked me to take a taxi to some hotel to pick up Aunt Zhen and take her home. When we arrived at the hotel, Mom said that she was the organizer and couldn't leave yet, so Aunt Zhen, who was drunk, drove Mom's car to take her home first.

I asked, "Why is that?"

Mom said with a stern face, "How can a divorced woman feel good seeing most of her old classmates happy and fulfilled!"

The car reeked of alcohol, and Aunt Zhen, in her drunken state, said it was so hot! She asked me to turn on the air conditioning. It was winter then, and after a short while, Aunt Zhen said she was cold again and asked me to hug her. I said, "No! I'm driving." Aunt Zhen mumbled a few words and seemed to fall asleep again.

When we were almost home, she suddenly woke up and said in a choked voice, "It's so cold and quiet at home. Aunt Zhen has a headache and wants to take a nap somewhere else. Can you find a quiet hotel and go in with Aunt Zhen?"

I drove to a neighboring city and found a hotel. After helping her into the room, Aunt Zhen, perhaps still drunk, started talking nonsense, saying that her arms and legs were weak and sore, and asked me to help her undress and take a bath.

The first time I saw Aunt Zhen's snow-white, voluptuous body, I almost had a nosebleed. When I took off her black panties, Aunt Zhen twisted her body and let out a soft moan. The small panties were soaking wet. I rolled them up to her knees, and Aunt Zhen let out another soft moan, raised her legs, and pulled them down herself.

Holding the pair of wet panties, Aunt Zhen said, "These sticky panties are so uncomfortable. I wanted to take them off in the car, but it's all those gossipy old women's fault that I'm all soaking wet!"

I asked softly, "How did they do this to you?"

Aunt Zhen gave a bitter smile, "Little devil, you know what? When women get together, besides their children, they love to tell dirty jokes. And they're just as entertaining as men, especially those gossipy old women who brag about how happy and perfect their families are."

Aunt Zhen waved the wet panties in her hand, her face flushed, "Those gossipy old women, they were telling lewd jokes, and they made Aunt Zhen... she was all wet down there!"

Between her two round, snow-white thighs, her pink labia were slightly parted, looking wet, with glossy black pubic hair and wet streaks covering her snow-white, high mons pubis. The black and white contrast shimmered under the light, and I wanted to touch them but didn't dare, staring blankly and swallowing hard.

Aunt Zhen stroked my head, her voice soft and sweet: "Did you see that it's still leaking?" She spread her legs a little wider, revealing a small pink opening, and sure enough, slightly transparent fluid was flowing out.

I nodded, wanting to say yes, but my mouth was dry and I couldn't speak. Just as I was staring wide-eyed and swallowing, Aunt Zhen said sweetly, "It's so cold, take off your clothes too, come up and hug Aunt Zhen to warm up."

I quickly stripped naked, and Aunt Zhen, without me noticing, had also taken off her top and bra, lying naked on the bed, smiling as she stared at my crotch. Lifting the covers, a sweet voice beckoned to me: "Come on up~"

Aunt Zhen, her body smooth and soft, nestled in the blankets, her two bouncing breasts swaying gently. She stared into my eyes, grinning, "Son~ Your Aunt Zhen's two breasts have never nursed a baby before. Why don't you try suckling them and let Aunt Zhen taste the deliciousness of breastfeeding a child?"

I gently grasped her large, firm, and elastic breasts, squeezing and playing with them for a few moments. Her nipples hardened, their color deepening, as if about to burst forth with milk. I quickly lowered my head and took the one in my right hand into my mouth. Aunt Zhen softly moaned, "Ah~ Son, suckle Mommy's breasts~" pressing my head down.

A faint, tasteless liquid seeped onto my tongue. I pressed my tongue against the erect nipple and sucked hard.

Aunt Zhen groaned again, "Ah~ Son, suck harder~ harder~" The liquid almost instantly filled my mouth.

Aunt Zhen stroked my head, her eyes closed, murmuring in her sleep, "...I've heard that when babies suckle, the mother feels pleasure...and even becomes wet...it's true...feel it...does it...?" She grabbed my hand and pulled it down to my groin.

Aunt Zhen's labia felt plump and tender, filled with slippery fluid. I whispered, "Really, so much fluid~"

Her body trembled, "...Will kissing Aunt Zhen help...?" She hugged me tightly, her small red mouth slightly open. I saw her pink tongue peeking out, so tempting. I thought to myself, "Your godson can kiss in the third year of junior high." I copied those porn movies, sticking out my tongue and licking her two red, moist lips a few times, touching her pink tongue, and then kissing her deeply. Aunt Zhen spoke softly and sweetly, and when she kissed me, her tongue danced and swirled in my mouth, so agile.

We kissed so intensely that we could only breathe through our nostrils. Aunt Zhen must have heard too many erotic jokes; she was incredibly passionate. As I touched her vulva with my fingers, she arched her back and rubbed it against me. Her hands were also burning hot as she grabbed my penis and started stroking and kneading

it. The way she held and played with my penis was several times more pleasurable than masturbating myself. Aunt Zhen released her lips, her voice trembling: "Touch me from the outside, don't put your fingers in. If you want to insert, use this big meat stick of yours... Come on~" She grabbed my penis and rubbed it between her wet labia a few times, then pressed it against her vulva. I shivered.

"Come on!" I felt the tip of my penis sink into a small, muddy hole. My whole body was practically steaming. I tried the most intense position from porn and thrust downwards!

Aunt Zhen let out a soft cry: "Ah! Gently!"

With so much water, it was slippery, and Aunt Zhen's position was perfect. With a "squeak!" the small muddy hole, my penis head and neck, were completely inside Aunt Zhen's little flesh hole.

Aunt Zhen slapped my butt and muttered, "You little rascal! So hard!" After hitting and scolding me, she hugged my butt and said, "Go in again, don't leave a single strand out."

I thought, "That's easy!" I wiggled my butt a few times, and my rock-hard cock gently slid into Aunt Zhen's pussy, tightly inside, without leaving a single strand out.

I deliberately led Aunt Zhen's hand to her pussy and said, "Feel it, not a single strand is left out."

Aunt Zhen pulled my head down and said, "Okay, okay, can you gently thrust in and out? Suck on the other side and see if there's any milk." She

gently sucked on my nipple while her cock thrust hard into my pussy. I don't know how many hundreds of times I thrust, but Aunt Zhen groaned loudly and screamed from below. I braced myself on the bed with both hands, panting, and thrust dozens more times with all my might, my cock slamming into her fleshy hole, hot semen gushing into the depths of Aunt Zhen's vagina.

Once, I wanted to go to her house, so I sneaked in, but she kicked me out. Then she told me to wait for her at a certain hotel. I couldn't understand why she, living alone, wouldn't let us have sex at her place, instead insisting on meeting her outside. Later, I discovered the secret.

Just then, a car honked its horn and drove past, startling me! I looked at the clock; it was 2:30. Why hadn't Mom come down yet? I hoped nothing bad had happened to her! I thought for a moment and decided to go upstairs to check.

I found a flashlight under the counter and saw the elevator was on the third floor. I figured it was better to take the stairs if I wanted to find someone.

I searched the second-floor corridor, but it was eerily quiet; I didn't see a soul. Only the third floor remained. As soon as I reached the third floor, I saw a familiar figure in front of room 303, pressed against the door under the dim corridor light, seemingly

doing something. I stood at the top of the stairs for a while, and then I knew what my mother was up to. She must be playing a game of listening to someone's intimate moment while enjoying a buffet.

My father had been abducted by the hotel accountant, and my mother had been alone for three years. "Sigh," I sighed inwardly, thinking of Aunt Zhen's divorce and the mother and son in room 303, and unconsciously walked towards my mother.

As I got closer, I could see my mother standing with her legs spread, leaning against the door, one hand reaching under her skirt between her legs, fiddling with herself, and the other hand reaching into her breasts, caressing them. My mother probably sensed someone approaching and immediately stopped all movement, bending down to pick up a flashlight from the floor. A blinding beam of light pierced my eyes.

I couldn't open my eyes, so I quickly put my index finger to my lips as a gesture of "Shh~ it's your son, don't be nervous, be quiet!"

Mom grabbed my hand, and the two of us tiptoed downstairs in our family-owned hotel. We didn't even dare take the elevator!

At the counter, Mom closed the door, her face flushed, and whispered, "I told you to watch the counter, what were you doing up there!"

I looked at my sticky, wet wrists and stammered, "You...you were gone for ages, I...I was worried about Mom...that's why I went to find you..."

I swiped some water off my wrists, sniffed it, and held it to Mom's nose, grinning, "Mom~ the stuff on your hands smells really nice, smell it!"

Mom's face turned bright red, like a peach blossom, and she slapped my hand away, "You're so annoying~"

I thought to myself, Mom's probably angry that I ruined her climax just as she was about to have it. I thought of Aunt Zhen, who had gotten divorced, the mother and son in room 303, and my mother, who had been alone in her empty room for three years, now indulging in a buffet. Forcing myself to be silly, I said, "Mom~ the things you did in front of room 303 were really amazing! I think you could win an adult film award!"

My mother smiled and said, "Nonsense!"

Seeing the atmosphere ease a bit, I whispered, "Mom~ actually, you don't need to listen to that mother and son having sex. You can eat at the buffet yourself; there's something ready right next to you..."

My mother's eyes widened, "Ready for what?"

Seeing her eyes gleaming, I felt a little scared and lowered my head, "Nothing... nothing."

A warm, fragrant breath wafted across my face. My mother leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you want Mommy to act like that mother and son in room 303?"

My heart was pounding in my chest. I whispered, "That must be even happier than Mommy eating at a buffet. Didn't you see the mother's joyful expression?" Mom

sighed softly. "It's 3:30. Go close the iron gate. I'll get ready and meet you in the rest room."

She turned on the TV; Channel 13 was replaying the first video. I lay in bed, and the beautiful woman playing the mother on the screen changed her identity several times: Aunt Zhen, then my mother, and then the mother from room 303. "Why isn't Mommy coming up yet?" I was practically bursting with rage.

When Mom came in carrying her large purse, she said softly, "Just turn on the bathroom light and one of the bedside lamps; turn everything else off."

I reached out and gently pulled her onto the bed. Mom dropped her purse and waved her hand dismissively, "Don't rush! Mom's going to take a shower first, I'll be done soon."

I grinned and said, "Mommy~ since you're here, your son wants the full range of mother-son sex, including intercourse, lovemaking, and of course... a bath together, we'll take a bath together later~ Don't rush!" Mustering my courage, I gently stroked Mom's firm breasts.

Mom's body trembled slightly, her fair cheeks flushed, and her eyes watery as she lay limp on the bed, softly saying, "Turn off the lights~ turn off the lights~"

I felt a little shy about going to bed with my mother. So I reached out and turned off all the lights in the room.

Actually, even without the lights on, if the TV were on, the brightness of the screen would be enough to see many things clearly. Mom lay on the bed with her eyes closed. The only sounds in the room were the voices of a man and a woman on Channel 13 and the faint hum of the air conditioner.

I stared at my mother, kneeling beside her, unsure of what to do next. I silently cried out, "Mom...Mom...Help! What do I do!"

After what felt like an eternity, I saw my mother's eyes slightly open, her face flushed, and she pulled me close to her. Holding me, she whispered, "You've seen all those kinds of movies on Channel 13, haven't you? Come on...

teach Mom how to do it...Mom..."

In this situation, no one could really ignite the fire. Before she could finish, I passionately kissed her lips. I began gently undressing her, unbuttoning a few buttons, and I vaguely sensed that she wasn't wearing a bra. As I unbuttoned her clothes, two snow-white breasts were exposed before me—sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't dare ask, and continued to undress her.

My mother sucked on my tongue, "Hmph! Hmph! Mmm! Mmm!" Raising her hips, I pulled down her skirt, only to discover that she was completely naked underneath. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled away from my mother's lips and whispered, "Mommy...Mommy...how come your bra and panties are...all gone?"

My mother blushed and said, "They were taken off by that mother and son in room 303..."

I was shocked. "Ah! They...they took them off!"

My mother smiled and patted my cheek. "Silly son, your bra and panties are in your purse. When I was eating at the buffet on the third floor...I...don't say anymore...come on..."

I quickly pulled down my panties, grabbed my penis, and shamelessly thrust it against my mother's nipple. "Mom...look...the big thing you gave birth to..."

My mother looked down, reached out and grabbed it, exclaimed in surprise, saying how big it had grown! She even said it was thicker than the flashlight at the counter.

I shamelessly shook my large, hard penis even more: "Mom...you've been eating at the buffet on the third floor all day, how about trying a feast you've cooked yourself?"

Mom glanced at me, her face flushed, and didn't say a word. She just bent her legs, spread them wide, revealing a beautiful, high, mound of vulva, half-covered by dark hair and covered in mud.

I knelt between Mom's legs, my eyes fixed on the bright red, glistening little hole, my mind a complete mess. Just now I was laughing and joking, but now I realized how serious it was, thinking, "She's my own mother, am I really going to do this?"

Mom's soft voice sounded so charming, "My good son...didn't we agree that Mom would try a feast she'd cooked herself...Mommy's already opening her mouth...just waiting for you to share it with me..."

I had never heard Mom's voice so charming before, nor had I ever seen her crystal-white, beautiful body laid naked on the bed like this. How could I resist? Holding the penis, I moved forward. It was my mother, so I didn't dare use too much force. With a gentle push, the large glans pressed against the opening, unable to penetrate. I let out a soft "humph!" My

mother arched her back and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing… just open your mouth, your son is coming in…" With a push, the glans "squeak!"

It slid into the opening.

The warm, moist flesh tightly enveloped the glans. The mother and son, enjoying their feast, both let out a low moan of pleasure. I looked down. My mother's legs, white but slightly loose, were spread apart. Her engorged labia majora held a young, thick penis, secreting white fluid—it looked exactly like a scene from a Japanese incest film.

I froze, my eyes fixed on this real-life incestuous scene.

Mom arched her back again, reaching her hand to her genitals, touching the penis inserted into her vagina. In a soft voice, she asked, "Son... what's wrong with you now?"

I kept my mouth shut, a little annoyed, yet also strangely excited. I shifted my hips and continued thrusting.

I had originally intended to hold Mom close first, making slow, gentle insertion more pleasurable. But as soon as the penis was fully inserted, Mom grabbed my arms with both hands, her breath hot and fragrant, urgently urging me, "Move! Move! Mom's so hungry!"

I quickly began thrusting.

I felt Mom's vagina was tighter than it appeared. After the penis went in, Mom indeed moaned, "Oh... oh..." softly, "So thick... really like a flashlight... and so hard..."

Anyway, Mom's vagina was tighter than Aunt Zhen's, so my penis was probably thick and hard too. I figured it would satisfy her two long-empty little cunts.

My penis thrust in and out between my mother's legs dozens of times with a "slap! slap! slap! slap!" sound. Just as I was enjoying myself, for some reason, my mother suddenly started panting and said she wanted to watch Channel 13 while we were doing it. Reluctantly, I pulled out my penis, waited for my mother to turn around, raise her buttocks high, kneel on the bed, and then thrust into her from behind.

I played with my mother's swaying breasts and nipples while forcefully thrusting into her wet, hot little hole. Occasionally, I reached out and flicked her clitoris. My mother said she wanted to watch Channel 13 while we were doing it. I saw that she initially watched Channel 13, but after a while, her face was pressed against the bed, moaning and groaning with pleasure, only occasionally glancing up at the TV. I wondered what her mindset was.

I glanced at Channel 13; on it, a middle-aged mother with long hair and blue eyes was half-holding her son's large penis in her mouth, her mouth full of semen overflowing from the corners of her lips, her blue eyes filled with tender affection—she acted so realistically.

Although my mother's body wasn't as voluptuous as Aunt Zhen's, her skin was fair and tender, and her vagina was tighter and more moist. Not long after penetration, I whispered, "Mom! Mom! I'm going to cum!"

My mother turned around and said she had never tasted her son's semen, asking me to ejaculate in her mouth so she could taste its deliciousness.

My penis was shoved into my mother's mouth, and she sucked on the hot, pleasurable head of my penis. I trembled, ejaculating several streams of semen.

My mother stroked my penis, making "mmm" sounds. I forcefully ejaculated the last drop, sighed, and looked down at my mother. She looked similar to the long-haired, blue-eyed middle-aged mother on channel 13; she too had her son's large glans half-closed, her mouth overflowing with semen, her eyes filled with tenderness. But my mother wasn't acting; she was genuinely consuming her son's semen.

While the mother and son on channel 13 were playing around in the bathroom, my mother and I lay quietly on the bed, each lost in our own thoughts.

My mother rested her head on my arm and lay there for a while. Then she turned over. I felt like I had just committed a terrible crime. I glanced at her, then lowered my head and dared not look at her again.

Mom lifted my chin and whispered, "Look at Mom! Do you think Mom's body is better or Ah Zhen's?"

I was startled, my mouth agape, speechless, just staring at her in panic. Mom continued, "What kind of good things have you and Ah Zhen been doing in Mom's car? You've already given yourself away without me even realizing it! Do you know how much Mom has been tormented by the mess you two have made of?"

I thought to myself, "Damn it! How could this happen? I've only done it seven or eight times in Mom's car with Aunt Zhen in the past two years!"

Mom's eyes were red, her voice hoarse, "You know how long Dad has been gone from Mom, and you and your godmother have been making a mess in the car again, leaving traces everywhere, the whole car smelling of semen and vaginal fluid. It makes Mom have all sorts of wild thoughts every time she drives, and after using the car, I have to clean up all those stains. You! You!"

I didn't dare to speak, reaching out to gently stroke Mom's cheek. Mom touched the back of my hand and said softly, "Four days ago, 2..." "A mother and son were staying in room 205, and their relationship was just like in room 303. Mom discovered it during her rounds, but Ah Zhen didn't know."

Loud sounds of intense sexual intercourse were emanating from TV channel 13; the room was noisy, and lights flickered on the bed. Mom reached for the remote and turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness.

"I don't want any lights on when we're talking about this," Mom said.

She pressed her forehead against mine and whispered, "The mother and son in room 205 have a bigger age gap than the mother and son in room 303, and they're quite beautiful."

Mom's soft fingers gently scratched my back, her voice lowering, "That night, around 2 a.m., I went up to check on things, and when I passed room 205, I suddenly heard a woman's cries coming from inside..." Mom paused here, her hand moving from my back to my ear, her fingers sliding in and out of my ear canal.

In the darkness, I couldn't see my mother's face, but I remembered her behind the counter, her cheeks flushed, absentmindedly biting into a small cookie, her long index finger moving in and out of the oval handle of the coffee cup.

I gently stroked the back of my mother's smooth hand, and she continued, "That woman's voice sounded like crying, baby.

I gently stroked the back of my mother's smooth hand, and she continued, "That woman's voice sounded like crying, baby! baby! Harder! Mommy loves you so much! Thrust harder...don't stop..." As she said this, my mother moved slightly, pulling my legs between her bare thighs, my knees pressing against the soft, wet cleft, the soft hair on my mother's mons pubis occasionally brushing against my knees. On the dark bed, my mother held me, whispering, "That night, Mommy was outside room 205, listening with a panicked heart, my whole body weak and hot."

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