School Play Mother 1-9

Chapter 1: The Journey of Little Hands
It was raining outside. My mother and I had dinner together.
After dinner, I went to the TV as usual to watch my favorite program, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about the scene of secretly touching my mother's vulva last night. Since my father was away on a business trip, and my mother was afraid of being lonely, she asked me to sleep with her.
These past few days, my best friend in class, Da Niao, has been bringing me adult magazines, which has made me interested in women's bodies. I even glanced at Xiao Wen, the ugly girl in my class, to see how developed she was.
The woman I interact with most is my mother, so these past few days I've been paying close attention to her every word and action. Although my mother has started to develop crow's feet, her fair skin and alluring figure are still quite attractive to me.
Last night, my mother and I lay back to back in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother. I gritted my teeth and decided to secretly touch my mother's vulva.
I pretended to be asleep and turned over, gently pressing down on my mother's body. My mother didn't react much; she just curled up and continued sleeping.
So, I mustered my courage and carefully slipped my hand under my mother's blanket. It was warm inside, and my heart pounded wildly, my throat dry. I swallowed, and lightly touched my mother's buttocks with the pad of my index finger. My heart skipped a beat. "Ah!!!" My mother was only wearing underwear.
My hand traced along my mother's round buttocks, moving to the base of her thighs, trying to find a way in from the top of her triangle. My little hand cautiously advanced, but was suddenly blocked by barbed wire. It turned out that my mother's pubic hair was peeking out from the edge of her panties.
I gently stroked my mother's pubic hair with my fingers. At this moment, my penis was painfully throbbing. I reached my other hand into my pants and started stroking it.
"Mmm..." I groaned softly, feeling so good!
My hand under my mother's blanket didn't stop there; it continued its advance, breaking through the barbed wire and reaching the entrance to the fortress. I had intended to sneak in through the edge of my mother's panties, but her back was to me, and her legs were curled up together, making the gap at the edge of her panties too small to fit my fingers inside.
Then a sudden thought struck me: although I couldn't directly touch her vulva, I could caress it through her panties. So I withdrew my forces from the entrance and circled around to my mother's buttocks. Relying on my memory from pornographic magazines, I carefully searched for my target.
Oh, my fingers suddenly touched a small mound—was this where my mother's vulva was? Then I gently pressed up and down with my index and middle fingers, and I could clearly feel a slight emptiness in the middle. Yes, this was where my mother's vulva was. I was incredibly excited, and even my hand, which was stroking my penis, quickened its pace.
I used my index and middle fingers to rub my mother's vulva in an arc in the center of the mound. After a while, warm, moist air began to emerge, and my mother's panties became slightly damp. I changed my approach, turning the arc into a straight line, stroking back and forth along the crevice in the middle of the mound, from one end to the other.
"Mmm..." Mom let out a soft sound. My heart skipped a beat, and my hands froze, afraid to move lest Mom discover me. The air seemed to freeze. After a while, seeing that Mom didn't react, I quickly and gently pulled my hands out from under her blanket.
I was overjoyed, firstly because Mom hadn't discovered what I'd done to her, and more importantly, because I had finally touched her vulva through her underwear.
I quietly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and released all the pent-up energy. I calmed myself down in the bathroom, then went to Mom's bedside. Seeing her slightly flushed face, she looked incredibly alluring. I thought to myself: I must have you.
I climbed back into bed and lay down. Mom's slightly flushed face was still in my mind, and I soon drifted off to sleep.
"Hey, you little sleepyhead, get up! You'll be late for school!" Mom called out, waking me up.
I lazily replied, "Oh, okay."
I threw back the covers, turned around, and got up. Looking down, I saw a curly hair lying where my mother was sleeping. It must be her pubic hair. I quickly picked it up and tucked it under the mattress on my side of the bed.
"Tianming (that's my name), what are you daydreaming about? Come help me." It turned out my mother had asked me to help her carry rice in the kitchen; she was tidying up the kitchen.
Chapter Two: A Feast for the
Senses I followed behind my mother. Today, her back view was exceptionally sexy. She was wearing black leggings that perfectly outlined her lower body. The curves were alluring; her buttocks were plump and slightly upturned, swaying as she walked. Because my mother was 165 cm tall, her legs looked straight and long under the loose casual t-shirt.
My mother's figure hadn't changed with age, which was inseparable from her usual exercise and scientific diet.
The sight before me made me extremely excited, and my penis swelled to its peak. I reached down to my crotch and gently pressed my penis to calm it down, and then distanced myself slightly from my mother, afraid she would discover my secret.
Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen, when I heard my mother say, "Sigh, it's really impossible to have a man in the house. Everything is so inconvenient. You're only 16, and I'm already making you do all this heavy work."
I said, "Mom, it's okay, I'm here. Didn't you say I'm all grown up?" But in my heart, I was thinking, "A man? Humph, I'll definitely become your man."
"Good job, Tianming, you're a little man," my mother said.
I was a little annoyed and said to my mother, "What do you mean 'little'? A man is a man, why add 'little'?"
My mother quickly coaxed me, "Okay, okay, okay. Tianming is a man, just like his father. Come here, go to the other end of this rice bag, let's swing it together to the wall behind you, make some room, and tidy this up properly."
I went to the opposite side of my mother, grabbed one corner of the rice bag with both hands, and said to my mother, "I'll count to two, then we'll both pull."
My mother said to me, "I'll follow every man's command."
I quickly asked, "Everything?"
My mother said, "Yes, when your father isn't home, I'll listen to you in everything."
I smiled, secretly pleased, and said to my mother, "Come on, "Mom, let's hook our fingers, you have to keep your word."
Mom shook her head and smiled wryly at me, saying, "Come on, my little man."
I held out my hand, and Mom hooked my finger with hers, saying, "I reckon you're the first man in the world to hook our fingers."
I chuckled twice and said to Mom, "Thank you, Mom, you flatter me."
Mom pointed at me and said, "You, you...you little devil. Okay, let's stop talking, let's move the rice bag, Mom has a lot of work to do. Be careful, keep your body a little distance from the rice bag when you move it, don't get your clothes dirty."
I immediately replied, "Okay, I'll be careful."
I gripped one corner of the rice bag with both hands and said to Mom, "1...2."
Mom and I pulled at the same time, lifting our arms. Suddenly, two small bulges appeared in front of me. It turned out that because Mom's upper body was straight and her arms were pulling, her loose t-shirt was clinging tightly to her chest, and her breasts were clearly visible, and the bra marks were clearly visible on her breasts.
My pent-up desire reignited. So big, so round! Mom's breasts must be so beautiful. A surge of lust welled up inside me; I wanted to see the true face of those "peaks." Unfortunately, a veil obscured them, preventing me from doing so.
I secretly made a decision: tonight's plan had a new target—to stealthily touch Mom's breasts.
With my mother's and my combined efforts, the rice bag was moved. My mother, one hand on her hip, gently stroked her hair with the other, and said breathlessly, "Tianming, it's done. You don't need to help anymore. Wash your hands and go watch TV. There's still some work to do here."
I completely ignored her words, my eyes fixed on her chest. Because of the work, her breathing was a little rapid, her chest rising and falling.
"Hey," my mother called out, startling me.
She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? My man, everything's alright here."
I was sweating and nervous, stammering, "Nothing." Afraid my mother would discover something, I quickly turned around and said to her, "Nothing, I'm leaving." I hurried out of the kitchen.
I washed and dried my hands. I went to the TV, sat on the sofa, and recalled the glimpses of my mother's breasts and full hips I had just seen. I thought to myself, "Mom doesn't look old at all." This strengthened my resolve; I had to have my mother.
Chapter Three: Fantasy and Self-Entertainment
Just as I was lost in my thoughts of my mother's ample hips and breasts, she came up behind me and said, "Tianming, Mom is very tired from working and is sweating a lot. I need to take a shower to relax. Do you need to go to the toilet (the toilet and bathroom are connected, so you can't use the toilet while showering)?"
I turned around and said, "Mom, you go ahead, I don't need to.
" My mother then said, "Tianming, go to sleep in a bit. You have to get up early for school tomorrow, don't be late."
I said, "Okay, Mom, go take a shower. This program is almost over, I'll go to sleep soon."
My mother turned and went back to her bedroom, but I kept staring at her back, or more accurately, at her hips. Only when I heard the door close did I reluctantly turn around. I thought to myself, "Mom's plump hips have such a beautiful curve, like a crescent moon. How wonderful it would be if I could put my little brother against them and rub back and forth in the cleft of her hips.
" A "creak" pulled me back to reality from my fantasy. I turned around and looked... I saw my mother, her hair pulled back, a few strands falling across her face, wearing a white, knee-length bathrobe, carrying a change of clothes, emerge from the bedroom. She gave me a sweet smile, which I returned, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
As she turned, her bathrobe billowed slightly, revealing a clear view of her thighs, just above the knees. Her white, long, smooth thighs were flawless, simply perfect. Heaven had so favored my mother, giving her the best of everything.
The air around her seemed to brighten, as if colorful confetti was scattering around her. Even the strands of hair falling across her face seemed to vie for attention, fluttering close to her cheeks, as if only in this moment did they appear truly beautiful.
At that moment, my mother possessed a mature beauty tinged with a classical charm. My heart pounded, my blood raced, and I desperately wanted to pin her down and conquer her, but I knew it was absolutely impossible.
Immediately, I bit my lip to calm myself down a bit.
The sound of the shower, "splash, splash," came from the shower. Without me noticing, Mom had already entered the bathroom and started showering.
I wondered what Mom would look like naked in the shower. She must be even more beautiful, I was certain. In the steamy bathroom, Mom held the showerhead, streams of water spraying onto her smooth, soft skin, exploding into tiny beads that bounced up, some landing on the floor, others falling back onto her skin, tracing her perfect curves from top to bottom. Mom held the showerhead in
one hand, while the other hand rubbed her swaying body with shower gel. At this moment, Mom's cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she was humming softly. She slightly bent her legs, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, making them appear even more pert. A large stream of water flowed down Mom's smooth back, along her buttocks, and straight to her vulva. Due to the water flow, Mom's pubic hair became matted together. At the tips of the matted hair, streams of water dripped onto the floor.
With a "plop," the showerhead slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor, letting the water spray and hiss.
Mom lifted herself up, picked up the shower gel, and lathered her entire body, her delicate skin appearing and disappearing like a thin veil.
Then Mom moved to the bathroom wall, her legs slightly apart, one leg straight, the other bent with the toes touching the ground, leaning her back against the wall.
Mom placed her hands on her thighs, using the shower gel for lubrication, rubbing her rounded thighs up and down, left and right, making a "shush" sound. Accompanied by Mom's "mmm" sounds, her hands moved up to the groin, her thighs slightly clasping her hands.
Mom began to rub her vulva back and forth along the outer edge of her labia majora with both hands, the pubic hair rubbing together making a "tsk tsk" sound. She twisted her body, her hips moving in circles, then tilted her head back, bumping it against the wall, her lips parted wide, panting heavily towards the ceiling.
After a while, her moans grew louder, longer, and deeper. "Mmm...mmm..." sounds escaped her lips.
Then, Mom slowly withdrew her hands from between her legs, spreading her fingers to make maximum contact with her skin. Slowly, slowly, she moved them from her thighs, down her lower abdomen, gently rubbing twice, then moving upwards. Mom took a deep breath, her breathing becoming more even.
When the base of her palms touched the bottom of her breasts, she stopped moving them, beginning to use the base of her palms to support the bottom of her breasts, rubbing them in circles. Mom's breasts swayed up and down, back and forth in front of her eyes. As her breasts swayed to their highest point, she lowered her head, extended her thin tongue, and licked her nipples as far as she could.
Her breathing quickened again, and she moved her hands up her backs, completely enveloping her breasts. She pressed her palms against her nipples, her fingers, held together and spread, grasping her breasts back and forth. Milky white bath gel was squeezed out between her fingers, flowing between them.
Her head turned back and forth, her hair falling loosely around her face. Her buttocks pressed against the bathroom wall, rubbing up and down. She made "mmm" sounds.
After a while, perhaps tired, she leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and slowly sat down on the floor. Then, one hand placed on her breast, kneading it back and forth, while the other hand cupped her vulva with four fingers, rubbing it back and forth.
Gradually, her body trembled slightly, and she moaned softly. Her legs spread wider, her labia majora slightly parted, and her clitoris swelled. Mom pinched her clitoris between her index and middle fingers, rubbing her vulva, occasionally lightly touching the entrance of her vagina with her middle finger. Vaginal fluid began to flow from her vulva, gradually covering her hand.
Then, Mom used her middle finger to push against her vulva and inserted it into her vagina, all the way to the base of her finger, squeezing out all the vaginal fluid and letting it flow onto the floor. Mom let out a deep "Oh!" Then, Mom's middle finger moved in and out of her vagina rapidly. When it withdrew, it caused the tender flesh of her vaginal opening to turn inside out, and more vaginal fluid flowed down her finger, gradually forming a small puddle under her buttocks.
After a while, Mom stood up. Because her buttocks were covered in vaginal fluid, a silvery line appeared as she stood. Mom took a bath towel and placed it on the floor, kneeling down, leaning forward, raising her buttocks, supporting herself with one forearm, and reaching her other hand under her abdomen to her vulva, inserting her middle finger and thrusting it in and out of her vagina.
Mom swayed her plump, pert buttocks, welcoming the thrusting of her middle finger into her vagina.
"Oh!" moans escaped her lips as she shook her head vigorously. Suddenly, Mom's body shuddered violently, her buttocks trembling slightly, her legs clamping tightly around the hand at her vulva, remaining motionless. A moment later, copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripped from between Mom's fingers onto the floor.
Suddenly, I felt a sticky feeling in my crotch. It turned out that while I was fantasizing about my mother showering, I had unconsciously reached into my pants and masturbated, ejaculating onto my underwear.
At that moment, I could still hear the sound of my mother showering in the bathroom. I quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from under the coffee table, turned off the TV, rushed to my bedroom, took off my underwear, wiped the semen off my penis and underwear, and crumpled the underwear into a ball and hid it under the bed, planning to wash it later.
Then I grabbed a new pair and put them on. Suddenly, the shower stopped, followed by the sound of the washing machine drum. I knew my mother had finished showering and was doing laundry; she would soon be going back to her bedroom to sleep.
I quickly ran into my mother's bedroom, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep. I thought to myself, "I wonder what I'll get tonight."
Chapter Four: Missed Opportunity
I lay silently in bed, wondering how I could sneak a peek at my mother tonight. As expected, the sounds from the bathroom quieted down after a while. A short while later, I heard the creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor near my mother's bedroom door.
I quickly turned my head to face where my mother was sleeping, hoping to peek at her getting into bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep and even snoring softly, so my mother would think I was really asleep. A moment later, my mother gently pushed open the door, bringing with her the scent of bath gel. I quickly took a deep breath, filling my nostrils and mouth with the fragrance, slowly savoring the aroma before exhaling gently, thinking, "It smells so good. I really want to bury my face in my mother's cleavage and inhale her scent deeply."
After my mother came in, she came to my side, bent down, and gently tucked the blanket around me from top to bottom, pausing briefly at my head.
I felt my mother turn away from me, and I slightly opened my eyes, squinting at her. Her beautiful hair cascaded over her shoulders, droplets of water clinging to the floor. My mother walked gracefully towards her dressing table.
Beneath her bathrobe, her jade-like legs moved back and forth.
Reaching the table, she slightly bent her knees, lifted her hips, and placed her hands on them, letting the bathrobe cling to her skin. She then smoothed the bathrobe down her thighs to the back of her knees, sitting sideways to me in the chair.
My mother picked up a comb from the dressing table, tilted her head to one side, letting her hair fall to one shoulder, and with one hand supporting her hair and the other holding the comb, began to comb from the top of her head to the ends. Every gesture, every step, was so beautiful; I thought even the imperial concubines of ancient times emerging from their baths couldn't compare.
After a while, my mother put down the comb, placed her hands on the dressing table, and silently gazed at herself in the mirror. Instead of a smile reflecting her beauty, her face remained expressionless, her brow furrowed.
Just then, Mom raised a hand and picked up the family photo on the dressing table, gazing at it. I thought, Mom wasn't looking at herself and me, but at Dad. It was clear Mom still loved Dad very much.
My heart tightened; it seemed Dad held a significant place in Mom's heart, and it would take some effort to shake that.
After looking at the photo for a while, Mom put it back, got up to go to bed, and I quickly closed my eyes again, afraid Mom would discover I was faking sleep.
Mom came to the bedside, sat down, her back to me, so I had another chance to open my eyes. I saw Mom unbuttoning her bath towel, then loosening the belt at her waist, and then, grasping the hem of her garment, she flung it back, and her bathrobe slid down her smooth back to her hips.
At that moment, my eyes widened; Mom's bare back was revealed before me, with only a few thin straps from her bra showing. Although it was just her back, it was enough to attract my attention, and this was the first time I had seen Mom's bare back so closely.
The perfect curve of my mother's back, its silky texture, deeply moved me, making my heart pound with excitement. If I could lie on it, I would never want to get up.
My mother picked up her bathrobe from beside her, placed it on a chair, and prepared to sleep. I closed my eyes at the same time, pretending to be asleep.
Just like yesterday, my mother curled up, her back to me as she slept. I lay silently in bed, waiting for my chance, thinking about the scene of carrying the rice sack with my mother after dinner. A smile unconsciously crept onto my face.
"Hey, wake up!" A voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw it was daylight. I jumped up and saw my mother standing next to me. She said, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and come to the kitchen to eat. The food is on the table. Eat and then go to school."
But I didn't listen to my mother. Instead, I was thinking, "What did I do last night? I fell asleep and missed a great opportunity."
My mother's voice rang in my ears again, "Tianming, what are you staring at? Hurry up, you'll be late for school."
I looked up at my mother and said, "I'm still a little sleepy. I didn't hear you. I'll get up right away. You go ahead and do your work."
My mother turned and left. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went to the kitchen.
My mother was serving porridge. When she saw me, she pointed to a chair and said, "Sit here. Finish eating quickly so you can go to school."
I nodded and replied, "Okay, you eat quickly too."
I ate my breakfast hastily, said goodbye to my mother, and went to school with my schoolbag on my back. As I went downstairs, I felt extremely depressed, blaming myself for falling asleep last night and wasting a chance.
I reached the building entrance. The air was exceptionally fresh due to last night's rain. I took a deep breath, trying to cheer myself up, reminding myself that there would be other opportunities. My mood brightened.
Arriving at school, I entered my classroom and sat in my seat, lost in thought about my mother's ample hips and breasts. I didn't even notice when class started. When the class monitor called for everyone to stand, I was still sitting in my chair. It was only when my deskmate kicked my chair leg that I snapped out of it, immediately standing up and joining everyone in saying "Hello, teacher," before sitting back down. I
spent the morning in a daze, not even remembering what the teacher said. I even ignored my best friend, Big Bird, who I usually walk home with after school, and went straight home.
Chapter Five: Mom's Underwear.
I hurried home, knowing there was something very important to do: wash those dirty underwear.
Back home, I rushed into my bedroom, retrieved the soiled underwear from under the bed, and went to the bathroom to put it in the laundry tub. I hesitated to use the washing machine, partly because I was afraid it wouldn't get clean enough, and partly because the noise would be too loud and I wouldn't be able to answer if my mother suddenly returned.
I soaked the underwear, sprinkled some laundry detergent on it, grabbed it, and scrubbed it vigorously. I stopped scrubbing only when I was sure my mother wouldn't notice anything. Then I wrung it out and took it to the balcony to dry.
I picked up a clothes hanger from the windowsill, clipped the underwear onto it, and hung it on the clothesline. I glanced to the side and saw my mother's underwear and bra hanging there as well.
I casually unfastened my mother's underwear; it felt very soft in my hands. I then spread it open with both hands and could see that the crotch was slightly yellowed. I lowered my head and cupped my mother's underwear in my hands, trying to smell the scent of her private parts, but I could only smell the fragrance of laundry detergent.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that I had another treasure: a pubic hair I had found that morning in the place where my mother slept.
I ran quickly to my mother's bedroom, lifted the covers, and there it was—the same shiny black pubic hair. I picked it up, went back to the balcony, tucked it between the bottom of my mother's underwear, and held it to my nose again. Although it didn't smell much, I could imagine the scent of my mother's private parts by rubbing the hair against my nose. There was a fishy, musty smell, but I didn't dislike it. Instead, I inhaled deeply, rubbing my nose against my mother's underwear.
I groaned softly, holding my mother's underwear in one hand and using the other to rub my penis through her outer pants.
Gradually, my penis swelled to its maximum size. I unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, and pulled my penis out from the side of my underwear, gripping it and stroking it vigorously.
I twisted my body, lowered my head, and saw that my glans was sometimes covered by the foreskin and sometimes exposed, with clear fluid flowing from the urethral opening, making the glans wet and slippery.
Under the influence of the fluid, the foreskin rubbed against the glans, making it even smoother and more pleasurable. So, I increased the speed and pressure of my hand on my penis.
After a while, I suddenly felt a soreness in my lower back, my body shuddered, and my buttocks trembled slightly. Semen shot out from the urethral opening, but I didn't stop what I was doing, continuing to stroke my penis vigorously. "Oh, oh, oh," I groaned as streams of semen shot into the balcony wall, cascading down its surface.
It took a while for me to calm down. I set my mother's underwear aside, knelt down, took a tissue from my pocket, and wiped the semen from my other hand and penis. Then, I pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took out another tissue, and bent down to wipe the semen that had sprayed onto the balcony wall.
I casually tossed the used tissue out the window.
I turned around and saw my mother's underwear crumpled into a ball. I unfolded it with both hands; it was covered in creases, and the pubic hair that had been tucked under the crotch was gone.
I placed my mother's underwear on one palm and rubbed it with the other to smooth it out, thinking, "I was too reckless this time. It would be terrible if Mom found out the underwear had been touched." I then put my mother's underwear back on the original hanger, stretched the edges of the underwear, and reduced the wrinkles a bit.
Suddenly, I heard the click of the door opening. I thought, "Mom's back. Will she know what I'm worried about?"
Chapter Six: Mixed Feelings
As I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling me from outside. I quickly ran to the door and saw her carrying several bags, turning her head back and forth looking for me, with a rare smile on her face. In my memory, Mom rarely smiled after Dad went on his business trip. I thought, "Mom must have something happy to tell
me today." When Mom saw me walking towards her, she smiled and said, "Tianming, I have some great news for you. Your dad is coming back tomorrow."
I was stunned for a moment, thinking, "So that's why Mom is so happy today. Dad's coming back. Now I can't touch Mom's body for a while. What am I going to do?"
Seeing my dazed look, Mom said, "Aren't you happy that Dad's coming back?"
I immediately forced a smile and replied, "No, I was wondering what gift Dad would bring me back this time."
"You, all you ever think about is gifts," Mom said with a smile. She paused for a moment, then added, "I've already asked my boss for leave. I don't need to work this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I need to get ready to welcome your father."
Mom turned and walked towards her bedroom, saying, "I bought some things at the mall on my way home from work today, so I'm late. Lunch will have to be simple; I can only make noodles for you. You can watch TV for a while. I'll put these things away first and then cook for you."
I replied, "Okay," and turned to watch TV.
A little while later, I heard Mom calling me from the kitchen, "Tianming, come and eat, it's ready."
I went to the kitchen and saw a bowl of steaming noodles on the table with a poached egg on top. Mom stood beside me, pointing to the bowl of noodles, and said, "Eat quickly, I'll go tidy up the house first."
Mom turned and left.
Just as I was eating noodles, I heard my mother calling me from the balcony, "Tianming, come here for a second."
My heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "Oh no, Mom found out, what should I do?" But then I thought again, "She'll find out eventually. If she questions me, I'll just tell her how I feel about her and see how she reacts."
I went to the balcony anxiously and saw my mother standing there, holding a stack of clothes. Her underwear was right on top, but she didn't look angry at all; she was still beaming. I thought, "Maybe because I was so happy knowing Dad would be back tomorrow, I was only thinking about him and didn't notice my underwear had been moved. But why did she call me here?"
When Mom saw me, she pointed to the underwear on the clothesline and said, "You washed these, didn't you?"
I replied, "Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"
Mom said, "Tianming has grown up and knows how to help Mom with chores. Mom is going to the market this afternoon to buy groceries for your dad tomorrow. What do you want? I'll bring it back for you as a reward."
My heart finally settled down, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought for a moment and said, "Anything is fine?"
Mom said, "Of course, tell me what you want."
I immediately replied, "Mom, I don't want anything, I just want you to kiss me. You used to kiss me a lot when I was little, let me find that feeling again."
Mom's face turned slightly red, and she raised her hand and said, "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of your mother, are you looking for a beating?"
My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, Mom was angry, and I closed my eyes in fright. But after waiting a while, Mom's hand didn't land on my face. Instead, I felt a lip lightly touch my cheek.
I opened my eyes and saw Mom chuckling at me, placing her hands on my shoulders and saying, "Tianming, don't be afraid. You're my precious darling. How could I bear to hit you? I'll do anything you ask."
I smiled and said, "Mom, you're so good."
Mom said, "Go back and eat. After you finish, lie down in bed for a while so you'll have energy for school this afternoon. I still have some things to do."
I turned and went back to eat.
A little while later, I finished eating and went to my bedroom. Lying in bed (I only sleep with Mom at night), I recalled Mom's kiss. It's a pity that when Mom kissed me, I was startled by her initial movement and mistook it for a hit, so I didn't savor it properly. I only felt a warm, wet sensation, and her lips were so soft.
In my dazed state, I was shaken awake. Mom said to me, "Get up, it's time to go to school."
I got up, grabbed a towel to wipe my face, and went to school, saying "bye-bye" to Mom as I left.
In the afternoon, I was distracted in class, letting the teacher lecture while I thought about my own things.
Today, although I knew Dad was coming back and I wouldn't be able to sleep with Mom anymore, I was still relieved that Mom hadn't noticed her underwear had been touched. And I even received an unexpected bonus—a kiss from Mom, which was still something to be happy about.
Thinking about it, I thought, "Dad won't be back until tomorrow, so isn't there still another chance tonight?"
Chapter Seven: Dad's Return When I got
home from school in the afternoon, I smelled a delicious aroma as soon as I entered the house. I went to the kitchen and saw a table full of dishes, and Mom was still cooking with a ladle.
Mom turned to me and said, "You're in luck! Go wash your hands and try my cooking."
I said, "No need to taste it, I can tell it's delicious just by the smell."
Mom chuckled and said, "You didn't eat any honey at lunch today, so why is your mouth so sweet?"
I thought to myself, "It's from your kiss." But I said aloud, "It's nothing, I've always been like this, you just never noticed before."
Mom laughed and said, "Go wipe your hands, I can't argue with you."
I said, "Okay," and turned to leave.
When I came back after wiping my hands, I saw Mom carrying the dish she had just cooked. She said to me, "This is the last one. Come sit down. Let's try it together."
Mom and I sat facing each other in the chairs. I picked up a piece of food, and then I saw Mom looking at me. I knew Mom wanted to tell how the food tasted from my expression. So, I decided to play a joke on her and frowned.
Suddenly, Mom's face tensed up, and she said, "Is it not good?"
I thought for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Mom, it's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious food before!"
A smile returned to Mom's face, like a lotus flower blooming. She said to me, "I'll try some too."
"It's good. Your dad will be very happy to eat it when he comes back tomorrow," Mom said to me.
I said, "Yes, he will."
Although I knew this dinner was prepared by Mom for Dad, and I was just tasting the food, I was still very happy because I was eating with Mom.
After dinner, as usual, I finished my homework and went to the living room to watch TV. After watching TV for a while, I went to my mother's bedroom and lay down on the bed. I thought, "Tonight is my last chance; I have to seize it."
My mother went to bed unusually early that night and quickly lay down next to me. I thought, "Great, this gives me a better chance."
I waited silently, but my mother kept tossing and turning, making it impossible for me to make a move. I thought, "Forget it, tonight is hopeless. My mother must be too excited to sleep because Dad is coming home tomorrow."
So, I gave up any more ideas and went to sleep quietly.
The next day, I unexpectedly woke up on my own. I turned around and saw that my mother was no longer beside me. I went outside and saw that she was in the kitchen making breakfast.
I went to my mother's side. She turned around and saw me beside her, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, why are you up so early?"
I said, "I don't know, I couldn't sleep, so I got up."
My mother said, "Me too. Your father is coming back today. I thought I'd go to bed early yesterday so I'd be energetic to greet him, but who would have thought I wouldn't sleep well all night?" I
felt a little jealous and said to my mother, "Mom, you cook, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face."
My mother said, "Go ahead, the food will be ready soon."
After I finished washing up, I went to the kitchen, where the food was already on the table. So I sat down to eat. At this moment, my mother said to me, "Come home early after school today, let's have lunch with Dad."
I said, "Okay." I thought to myself, "Dad is Dad after all. Without him, I wouldn't exist. I can't have any complaints just because he has the woman I like. I should come home early to celebrate Dad's return with Mom."
When I got home from school at noon, I rushed upstairs. As I approached the door, I heard my mother and father talking jokingly inside. I took out my key, pushed open the door, and the sounds inside stopped.
Just then, Mom came out of the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. I thought, "Mom and Dad must have made love before I got back."
She came up to me and said, "Go see who's back. They're waiting for you to eat."
I said to Mom, "I don't even need to guess, it's Dad. Where is he now?"
Mom pointed to the kitchen and said, "Over there."
I went to the kitchen and saw Dad sitting in a chair. When he saw me come in, he said, "Come here. As soon as I got back, your mom told me you were waiting for my gift. Guess what I brought you?"
It was really hard to guess because Dad always brought me different gifts every time he came back. I shook my head and said, "I don't know, you always bring different gifts when you come back."
Just then, Mom came over and said to Dad, "Stop teasing our son, give it to him quickly."
Dad chuckled, slowly raised his right hand, and said to me, "Look, the latest Nintendo PS2 game console."
I quickly snatched it from Dad's hand and saw it was "GT Racing 2." I jumped up excitedly and shouted to Dad, "Long live Dad!"
Dad then said to me, "Go, put it away, dinner's ready."
I put the gift Dad gave me back in my bedroom, came back, and sat down to eat.
I finished my meal quickly, my mind only on taking the game console to play with my best friend, Big Bird, because we're both racing enthusiasts.
I wiped my mouth and said to my mom and dad, who were still eating, "I'm going to school."
My mom asked in surprise, "Why so early? Aren't you going to take a nap?"
I pretended to say, "I made plans with Big Bird, so I'll get to school early."
My mom said, "Oh, go ahead then, don't be late because you're playing around."
I said, "Okay, Mom, goodbye Dad."
I turned and left, and as I passed the living room, I quickly called Big Bird to arrange a meeting place before rushing downstairs.
When I got home from school in the afternoon, I didn't dare watch TV as usual after dinner and homework, because my dad was back, and he was still very strict with me. So, after finishing my homework, I reviewed my books for a while before going to sleep. Because of my dad's return and having my own bed, my fantasies about my mom's body faded, and my mind wasn't filled with inappropriate thoughts, so I fell asleep quickly.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard moans and "slapping" sounds coming from my mother's bedroom next door. My mind instantly sharpened, my heart pounding. Were my parents making love? I thought, "Even though I can't touch my mother's body anymore, eavesdropping on them isn't so bad."
I didn't dare wear slippers, so I crept barefoot to my mother's bedroom door. Because it was dark, the room was exceptionally quiet, and with only one door, I could clearly hear the sounds inside.
"Oh, oh..." my mother moaned, saying, "Hao... Hao-ge (my father's name is Tianhao), um... yes, right there, harder. Um..."
The "slapping" sounds grew louder and more rhythmic. I imagined my mother's plump buttocks were sticking out, letting my father penetrate her from behind. That's why the "slapping" sounds came from his abdomen hitting her buttocks when he thrust in and out.
Outside the door, infected by the atmosphere, my penis instantly became erect. So, I pulled out my penis and started stroking it in rhythm with the "slap slap" sound. I only breathed in and out slowly through my nose, trying hard not to let out a loud moan. "Mmm...mmm, little...slut, I'll...fuck you to death."
"Oh...I...I can't...live anymore, oh...oh...big...cock brother, fuck me to death, oh..."
I never imagined that my usually very proper mother and father would be so crazy when they made love. I increased the frequency of my stroking.
"Slut...mmm...your...cunt is so tight, mmm...good...ass...shaking...shaking so...so good, mmm...cunt...clamping...so...so comfortable. mmm..."
"Mmm...little...little slut...so much...water, flowing...all over...my...legs."
"Oh...can't...not much, little...slut...slut cunt...fast...oh...haven't been fucked in a month."
"Mmm...rotten cunt...mmm...fuck you to death, you dare...lie to me...I lied."
"Oh...no...no...really...no." "
Mmm...this...this morning...and...this afternoon...who...was...moaning...on...this...bed...and...like you...now...big...big cock...big cock...calling."
"Oh...you...you scared me...I...I, I said...a month...no...not including...today."
"Hmm...little...little slut...don't...be scared, I'm just...teasing...you."
It turned out I guessed right. Today, before I came back, Mom and Dad had already made love, and after I left at noon, they did it again.
"Oh, you...you're so bad."
"Men...not...not bad, women...don't love it."
Moans, "slap slap" sounds, all filled my ears.
After a while, the "slap slap" sounds became more frequent, and Dad moaned continuously: "Oh oh oh oh..." "
Big...big cock...cock brother...wait...for me a moment, I...am...coming...hum hum hum hum...I'm going to heaven...hum hum hum..."
"Oh...I came...it's flowing out...yes...just keep it there...don't rush to pull your big cock out, oh...it feels so good."
After a while, the sounds in Mom's bedroom stopped. Although I hadn't ejaculated yet, I didn't dare to masturbate anymore, afraid of making a sound that would disturb them.
I listened quietly to the sounds inside, only deep breathing.
After a while, I heard Dad say, "Honey, did it feel good just now?"
"Mmm, Tianhao, it felt really good," Mom said.
Dad chuckled and said, "Why aren't you calling me 'Big Dick Brother' anymore?"
Mom said angrily, "It's all because of you, I couldn't help myself." Mom continued, "Look at you, you're covered in sweat. Don't lie on top of me, let me get up so I can find some tissues to wipe your sweat and then wipe your genitals."
"Okay," Dad replied.
After a while, I heard a "scratching" sound.
"Honey, I'm done. Come on, let me help you clean up."
"No need, I'll do it myself. The more you help, the more messy it gets."
"Hehe, okay then, you do it yourself."
"Lie down first, I'll go to the closet and find some underwear to change out of this dirty one, then I'll sleep with you."
"And the same style you wore this morning and at noon?"
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, you look so sexy in it, especially from behind, the fabric is so tight it's practically naked."
"I can't even look at it now, I told you to take it off before we do it, but you wouldn't listen. I bought these two yesterday, and you've gotten them all dirty."
"It's okay, you can wash them and wear them for me tomorrow."
"But there's no chance now, I've thrown them in the trash."
"Why?"
"If you want me to wash them clean, where am I supposed to hang them to dry? What will he think of me if he sees them tomorrow? Besides, it's not good for him either."
"You're so thoughtful. I'll go with you to buy a few more and keep them at home sometime, then let's see what you say then."
"Okay, don't say anything, let's go to sleep. You just got back today, you must be very tired."
"Yeah, I am tired. Come here, come to my arms, let's sleep together."
Soon, probably because Dad had just returned from his business trip and Mom was able to be with the person she loved, Mom's bedroom quickly became quiet, with only Dad's snoring audible.
I touched my penis, thinking, "Mom said there are panties in the trash can covered in her and Dad's vaginal fluids after they made love. If I'm lucky, Mom hasn't taken out the trash yet, so those two panties should still be there."
I tiptoed to the bathroom, squatted next to the trash can, and sure enough, I found a square paper package inside. I opened it, and a pungent smell rushed into my nostrils. "Ah!" This was the smell of Dad and Mom's vaginal fluids mixed together. I picked them up, one in each hand. I looked around; it was so thin. Through the fabric, I could vaguely see what was behind me, and there were patches of vaginal fluid on the panties.
This time, I didn't have to worry about getting my mother's panties dirty or her finding out someone had touched them. So I wrapped one panty around my penis and rubbed it; I covered my nose with the other, deeply inhaling the scent of the vaginal fluid. Just like last time I masturbated on the balcony, this time I climaxed again, even more intensely than before.
I went back to my bedroom, found a plastic bag, wrapped them up, and stored them away for next time I masturbated.
Then, I climbed back into bed and fell fast asleep.

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