My classmate messed with my mom 1-2

" Hippo

, come here and show me the latest stuff!" After class, Class 4 of Mingnan High School Grade 2 immediately became restless. The male
students used MP4 players to pass around the latest novels downloaded from the internet by popular authors, discussing the latest plot
developments. They often mentioned one name—Dancing Cock!

"Dancing Cock" is a rising star in the adult literature world, author of
several excellent incest novels such as "Living in Mother's Womb," "After Father's Impotence," and "Immoral Voyeurism."

"Cannon, keep your voice down, aren't you afraid the teacher will hear you?" Hippo glanced at
the sexy figure that had just walked out of the classroom door and whispered.

"Hehe, don't you think Teacher Shen looks just like the heroine in Dancing Cock's novels? Look at those
high heels she's wearing, they're so fucking sexy, those heels must be 10 centimeters, just listening to her walk makes my dick hard
." Cannon's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his gaze struggled to leave Teacher Shen Jia
.

"The crisp clicking sound of the high heels pierced her ears, the heels of the shoes pushing her rounded ankles
high , the fine veins peeking through the sheer stockings conveying a woman's sensuality." "Hey, Cannon, look at
this sentence in the text, it's fucking amazing!" Hippo quickly found the most fitting line in the erotic text and whispered it aloud
.

During the 10 minutes after class, only one boy seemed particularly quiet; he was Ah-Dai, the class's most
withdrawn student.

Su Xiaohai was Ah-Dai's real name, but only the teachers called him that. Because he often
spaced out by himself, his classmates gave him the nickname "Ah-Dai."

Whenever he saw his classmates passing around his dancing dick artwork and heard their adoration for it
, Ah-Dai felt a faint sense of pride.

No one would have guessed that his classmate, who failed every subject except Chinese and was known as Ah-Dai,
was actually their idol, the dancing dick!

Ah-Dai actually looks like his mother, but the wide-rimmed black glasses he wears make
him unrecognizable as the son of computer teacher Shen Jia. At school, Ah-Dai and Shen Jia don't
address each . Ah-Dai's mother, besides being a computer teacher, also serves as the vice principal
. This agreement with Ah-Dai is to avoid suspicion and to better manage the school's teachers and students.

Ah-Dai stares blankly at his mother as she walks out the door. His classmates' unknowingly foul talk about his mother
makes him angry. Although the female protagonists in his novels are based on his mother, he has great respect for
her .

After school, Ah-Dai avoids his classmates, riding his bicycle home alone.

Ah-Dai has never invited any friends to his house; even his best friend, Zhao Xiaoliang, only knows where he
lives but has never been there.

Ah-Dai's reclusiveness stems entirely from his father.

I.

Late at night, the air inside the villa was thick with a stifling humidity. Midsummer nights always stir restlessness,
and even the cicadas outside the window chirped incessantly.

A breeze carrying the heat blew open the half-drawn curtains, and on the spiral staircase of the villa's hall, a naked
couple thrust together violently, suppressing their cries.

The night was hazy, but the woman's smooth skin could not be concealed by the darkness. Her jade-like arms clung tightly
to the stair railing, her graceful figure accentuated by the man's thrusts.
The only thing she wore was a pair of sexy high heels, the heels 10 centimeters off the step, her instep forming a perfect
45-degree angle with the step. Her calves were long and taut, her buttocks slightly protruding due to the position, her lower abdomen inexplicably contracted, causing her normally firm breasts to sag, like unripe papayas
hanging in the courtyard . 　　The man's strong hand lifted one of the woman's thighs, forcing her to lean forward on the escalator, her breasts drooping and gripping the railing. With each thrust, they slid up the escalator like a breastjob. 　　The man's eyes weren't on his wife, but rather on the boy below, who wore unusually large glasses that magnified the struggle, desire, and pain in his eyes. 　　That boy with the glasses was me, Ah-Dai. 　　And the naked couple on the stairs were my parents. 　　This wasn't the first time I'd openly witnessed my parents having sex; it all started by chance. It was that night when I got up to get a drink and accidentally stumbled upon them in bed, that my father made an outrageous . 　　Although it's shameful to admit, as a writer of erotic novels, I've slowly come to understand such things . My father suffered from a psychological disorder—a condition where exposing his wife was the only way he could achieve sexual arousal. 　　Ever since I witnessed their lovemaking, my father has been hesitantly asking me to peek at them while they're having sex , saying it will help cure his impotence. From my initial firm refusal to my eventual tacit agreement, the unease and pressure have always been with me. Thankfully, my mother still doesn't know about it. 　　Unable to release my pent-up emotions, I started writing erotic fiction online, using my beautiful mother as my perfect model. No one would have guessed that the now-famous online erotic novelist "Dancing Cock" created his excellent works based on this bizarre request from my father. 　　I watched my parents' frenzied intercourse on the stairs without moving, afraid to make a sound. Even the discomfort of my erection dare move. 　　"Haha, ah! ah!" My father laughed wickedly, his throat making hoarse sounds, his excitement growing as he watched the bulge between , his movements becoming even more violent. 　　My mother, supported only by one high-heeled foot, swayed slightly, quickly grabbing the handrail and turning to "look" at my father behind her. Suppressing her breath, she gasped, "Wei, are you crazy? Why are you using so much force and shouting so loudly? Aren't you afraid Xiao Hai will hear?" 　　"Hehe, wife, you know Xiao Hai always sleeps soundly, he won't wake you," my father said with a wicked smile. 　　Although my mother's eyes were covered by a black cloth strip, the moment she turned her head, I was still startled. 　　My father stopped speaking, his penis slowly penetrating my mother's body, the rhythm slowing, but each time...

It took a lot of effort to penetrate. Soon, Mom's moans became more rapid, her two soft breasts rhythmically colliding against each other
through the armrest, her large, white buttocks unconsciously welcoming Father's penetration, her beautiful
body beginning to spasm.

I knew Mom was about to climax and planned to quietly leave. But Father gave me a look, and I stopped
. It seemed Father still had the stamina and hadn't finished yet.

"Mmm! Ah..." I heard Mom's plaintive moans, and if I listened carefully, I could also hear
the friction of my parents' genitals rubbing together, the soft sounds echoing in the villa, ethereal and mysterious.

"I'm going to die... I'm really going to die..."

Mom finally climaxed in spasms, the hormones and Mom's alluring scent filling my heart, making me
want to grab my penis and masturbate wildly right now, but I held back.

Mom's climax lasted for a while before Father stopped thrusting. She reached out to untie
the black cloth binding her head, and my heart leaped into my throat. Luckily, my father stopped

her in time. "Will blindfolding really restore 'that'?" my mother asked hesitantly.

"Wife, it really is. Haven't you noticed that I've become increasingly skilled at this since I've blindfolded you
?" A barely perceptible sly smile flashed across my father's face as his erect penis confidently withdrew from my mother's plump buttocks
.

My father led my mother down from the railing, then had her sit on the steps with her legs together, her white buttocks exposed
.

Although my mother was blindfolded, she naturally found my father's penis, parted her lips slightly, and took the glans into her
mouth, her onion-like fingers playing with the testicles.

I tiptoed away, and as I entered the room, I thought I heard my mother say to my father, "You're out so quickly
this time !?"

I gently closed the door, turned on the computer, and my hands flew across the keyboard, my mother's graceful figure seemingly
reappearing . Here, I am the protagonist, freely conceiving sexual acts with my mother through the keyboard, lashing out at her
body. I'm no longer satisfied with simply fantasizing about my mother's body; I gradually add scenes of defilement
, exposure, and abuse.

After finishing, I took off my underwear, looked at the words on the screen, and started masturbating. Whether it was inherited from my father's
impotence premature ejaculation, or because my writing was too stimulating, I ejaculated within minutes.

The semen on the screen blurred a small patch of text; after the pleasure, a deep sense of guilt followed. My mother's
usual love, care, and even a touch of strictness filled me with remorse.

Early in the morning, I got up to wash. My mother had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for me.

My father usually slept in a little longer, so breakfast was usually eaten with my mother.

Sitting before me, my mother was so dignified and beautiful; it was hard to believe she was the same mother from the night before, the
one who had been blindfolded by my father while wearing only high heels.

"Mom, is there something dirty on your face?" My mother noticed me staring blankly at her and awkwardly touched her fair
cheek.

"No, I was just spacing out again, haha!" I said, my feelings a bit complicated. Could it be that I've really developed
a mother complex ?

No, no, the mother in front of me wouldn't arouse any desire in me. She's the mother who gave me life and raised me;
what she and Dad did was perfectly normal.

"Stop spacing out all the time, no wonder people call you 'Silly'," my mother said, lightly tapping my
forehead with her jade-like finger and chuckling reproachfully.

"By the way, Xiaohai, I have something to tell you. A new student will be transferring to your class this afternoon. Her father is
an old classmate of mine from high school, and he's transferring to work in our county. I thought, since there's still a spot in your class, I'll
transfer her to your class." My mother said.

I hummed in agreement, not caring at all.

I attended class listlessly as usual in the morning. Maybe I ejaculated too much last night, or maybe
today's physics teacher was just too boring. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in class.

I didn't wake up until the bell rang for the end of the first period. I noticed the boys in the class were no longer talking about "dancing
dicks," and the girls were acting differently too; everyone was gathered around a seat in the second row.

I knew that seat had been empty for a while. Had the new student Mom had mentioned already arrived?

I wasn't interested in that. It wasn't until the English teacher asked her to read a passage from the textbook that I glanced at the new girl.
Although I couldn't look at her directly, her back immediately captured my attention.

In just one glance, I remembered her pure and flawless beauty; my world was filled with only a sense of freshness.

The girl in front of me stood gracefully, dressed in pure white. Her hair, tied back with an elegant hair clip,
resembled a waterfall cascading down a mountainside on a quiet moonlit night. Her soft, dark hair flowed smoothly down to her shoulders
, unable to conceal the snow-white skin of her neck.

In a daze, time seemed to stand still, and in a daze, time flew by.

"Hey, you idiot! The teacher's calling you!" My deskmate, Zhao Xiaoliang, nudged my arm, startling me awake.

"Huh?" I stood up, mumbling what I'd been holding back: "She's
so pretty!"

The class suddenly fell silent, then burst into laughter.

She turned around, glanced at me, and shyly lowered her head again.

That gentle lowering of her head was like a water lily trembling in the cool breeze.

From that moment on, everyone in the class knew I'd fallen for Liang Yiyi at first sight.

For the next two months, I barely spoke to this girl named Liang Yiyi,
but my senses were captivated by her every smile and gesture, as if I were bewitched. Although we never spoke, thankfully we
were always close. At school, she sat a few desks in front of me. After school, we walked together because she
had moved next door to us and we became neighbors.

My deskmate and best friend, Zhao Xiaoliang, was a very eloquent person. He often managed to strike up a conversation with Liang Yiyi.
Envious, I

felt a pang of inferiority, thinking, "How could someone with such a pure and refined heart like me possibly have
the chance to be near her? I can only admire her from afar."

Gradually, in my erotic novels, I stopped using my mother as a model and instead used my goddess, Liang
Yiyi, as the prototype. My writing style also shifted from depicting a lewd, mature woman to portraying an innocent, girlish one. Many readers on the forum commented that...
This writing was a failure; it didn't arouse their desire at all, but I didn't care, only for the
girl in my heart.

However, it wasn't just my readers who couldn't arouse my desire; my father was also affected.

After my penis stopped getting erect for my mother's naked body, my father, like a frostbitten eggplant,
became listless . It turned out that my father's sexual desire stemmed entirely from my feelings for my mother; he used my reactions to their intercourse
to amplify his perverse lust. But now, in front of them, I remained unmoved, like a meditating monk, and
my father could no longer get an erection.

This directly affected the quality of my parents' sex life. My mother is a normal woman with the physiological needs
unique . My father tried countless methods in front of me, but he couldn't penetrate my mother's vagina, causing her
some complaints.

I felt both ashamed and fortunate. Ashamed that I had become the main reason my parents couldn't have a normal sex life, and
fortunate that I had banished the illicit desires from my mind.

This weekend, my mother invited Liang Yiyi and her family from next door to our house for dinner, and I didn't expect that
my good friend Zhao Xiaoliang would also be there.

When did Zhao Xiaoliang become so close to my goddess? A pang of jealousy stirred within me.

Although Zhao Xiaoliang knew Liang Yiyi was my neighbor, he never imagined that my mother was actually
Shen Jia, the vice principal and computer teacher he saw every day.

Zhao Xiaoliang said, "You little rascal, pretending not to know your mother at school! If I were to
tell everyone about your relationship, the class would be in an uproar, hahaha!"

I laughed and said, "If you dare to tell anyone, my mother will beat you up, right, Mom?"

I turned to my mother and joked.

At the dinner table, my mother placed a chicken leg in Zhao Xiaoliang's bowl and said with a smile, "Xiaoliang,
you can't tell anyone about the relationship between the teacher and Xiaohai, okay? Here, I'll bribe you with this chicken leg."

My mother's attire at home was, of course, different from her professional suit at school, appearing more casual. Her smooth,
flowing hair was simply tied back with a white ribbon, and a delicate necklace dangled down,
highlighting her fair skin, which shimmered with an ivory-like glow. She wore a simple black long-sleeved blouse,
the sleeves pulled up to her elbows, revealing her two slender, white, lotus-root-like arms.

Her beautiful face radiated maternal kindness, treating Xiao Liang like a child, but Xiao Liang
blushed. Xiao Liang and I were sitting side by side, while my mother sat further away. So
when she stood up and bent down to put a chicken leg on his plate, gravity gave us a clear view of her two large, white breasts
.

I stole a glance at my father and noticed a flicker of sexual excitement in his eyes—the
same look he had given me when he had sex with my mother, even more fervent.

I felt a pang of worry. Had my father, who had previously used me as a source of sexual arousal for my mother, now transferred it to my
best friend, Xiao Liang?

But my worries were quickly swept away by the cheerful laughter of my goddess, Liang Yiyi. I had always thought she was
very quiet, so quiet that she didn't talk much. It turned out that she was also a well-behaved and lovable
girl .

After the luncheon, Mr. and Mrs. Liang chatted with my parents for a while before leaving with Liang Yiyi. I
looked at Liang Yiyi's beautiful figure, hesitant to speak. I hadn't even exchanged a few words with her at the table, only offering a polite greeting
. Seeing how well she and Xiao Liang understood each other, I felt extremely annoyed by my timidity and inferiority complex.

After they left, my mother went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. The setting sun shone through the window onto my mother by the sink, making her
look like she was draped in a golden veil, virtuous yet noble. As she washed the dishes, her graceful body rose and fell,
her full buttocks, encased in a tight-fitting stain-proof skirt, pertly raised high, the plum blossom pattern on the skirt further emphasizing the sexiness of her buttocks.

I saw my father staring at my mother, his eyes gleaming with a lewd green light. He glanced at Xiao Liang not
far away , then gave me a wicked smile before going into the kitchen.

My heart skipped a beat. Was he going to do something outrageous at this moment?

I looked at Xiao Liang and saw that he was captivated by a photograph. I took the opportunity to avoid the kitchen and
led him upstairs to show him our villa.

My father was a photography enthusiast in his youth. He later founded a photo studio and then opened his own wedding
photography company, becoming quite famous in our county. The villa was filled with portraits and photos of my mother, large and small
. Xiao Liang seemed to be seeing my mother for the first time, filled with curiosity about the photos and portraits. He was mesmerized by the images of my mother
in the frames—some dignified, some charming, some noble, and a few showing a slightly girlish side.

"What's this room?" Xiao Liang asked, walking into a very inconspicuous room.

"This is my father's old studio. Besides taking photos, he also painted. There are many
works in there. Look at this sketch, it even won an award!" I proudly introduced it to my best friend. The only thing
I was proud of about my father was his work.

"Hey? What kind of good work is this, covered with a cloth?" Xiao Liang casually untied
a piece of work leaning against the wall. The moment the photograph was revealed, Xiao Liang froze, his eyes fixed
on the nude figure in the frame.

I tried to stop him, but it was too late. I was too proud just now and forgot that this place held a taboo in my family.
This enlarged photograph was taken by my father for my mother shortly after I was born.

In the photo, my mother's body lay on the white mat on the lawn. I, still an infant, squinted, my little body
lying on my mother's slender waist, one small hand supporting my mother's snow-white breast, my mouth sucking on the nipple.
Due to the suction, the tiny blood vessels on my breasts were clearly visible, and my other small hand was pressed against my mother's other,
high-perched breast.

My mother's long, shapely legs were crossed, and a sultry patch of dark pubic hair below her
abdomen stood out against the snow-white skin. Her two small feet were deliberately arched, beautiful like crescent moons, and the skin on the insteps was as delicate
and white as curdled goat's milk, making one want to lick them. Her ten slender toes were painted with scarlet nail polish
, silently alluring, emitting a silent temptation to all who looked at her.

My mother looked at me in her arms, her soft hand gently pressing my small head, which was about the size of my breast, and said softly...
Her smile overflowed with maternal love, inevitably reminding one of the Virgin Mary, so sacred that it could not be profaned.

This was a photographic work that combined allure and sanctity; even having seen its beauty countless times, seeing it
again was still breathtaking.

I clearly heard Xiao Liang swallow hard. I chuckled and quickly
covered .

"Xiao Hai, I'm so sorry, but you were really cute when you were little," Xiao Liang said with an embarrassed smile.

After touring our house, Xiao Liang praised how beautiful it was and adored my father
's work. I could vaguely sense his admiration and longing for my mother in his tone.

He and Liang Yiyi had already finished touring the first floor before we even ate.
After introducing the second and third floors, I told Xiao Liang to read a book and play on the computer in my bedroom. I told him I was going to get some melon seeds
and then went downstairs.

I made a very quiet sound as I went downstairs, but there seemed to be no sound at all. Had Father not done anything
"bad" to Mother? I bent down and crouched low, quietly approaching the kitchen. Only then did I hear a series of "plop, plop
" sounds, and the soft panting of a man.

Under the stove, Mother was kneeling on the floor, her plump buttocks swaying slightly. Her head was being
held down by Father's two large hands, repeatedly being pushed towards her crotch.

Mother's delicate brows were furrowed, her eyes closed. One hand cupped Father
's testicles beneath his pubic hair, while the other hand supported his bare thighs. Her cherry lips were forced open by his enormous penis, and she was forced to swallow

and release it. Mother's hair was slightly disheveled, and beads of sweat had formed on her fair cheeks. She kept swallowing
the overflowing saliva, but some still dripped onto the floor.

At that moment, it felt like my father's penis was pressing against my mother's throat. The veins on her fair neck bulged, and
she looked up at him with a resentful expression.

My father whispered, "Jiajia, I haven't been able to satisfy you in so long. Look how strong I am today!
Your husband is back to his old self, haha. I know how to get back to my best self, and I'll never
let you down again!"

My mother stopped her oral sex and muttered, "You rascal! Don't you know the time and place? Our son and my
student are still at home, and you're doing this to me here?"

"Hehe! Haven't you been craving this for a long time? And this is what makes it exciting. You don't understand. Come on, let's continue
. They won't come over, don't worry. I just saw Xiaohai and his classmate going upstairs. You know Xiaohai,
he doesn't come downstairs easily." My father quickly reassured my mother, then inserted his penis into her warm, fragrant mouth again.

I quietly retreated, took a plate of melon seeds from the dining table, and went upstairs.
What was the method my father said he had found to rise again ? I had a vague answer in my heart.

My father's love was tainted with dust, seemingly awaiting a storm to cleanse it.

It was almost 7 pm when Xiao Liang finally went home. Xiao Liang's parents worked in other provinces, leaving only
his elderly grandfather at home.

From then on, Xiao Liang frequently came to our house, ostensibly to study with me, but actually to get closer
to my mother. His frequent glances at my mother and the way he secretly wrote her name in his notebook
showed that he was already infatuated with her.

I didn't confront him, partly because there was no possibility between him and my mother, and partly because if he liked
my mother, he wouldn't pay so much attention to Liang Yiyi. I felt somewhat relieved.

I continued to silently observe the girl next door, Liang Yiyi. My classmates already
knew believed she knew too, which was why she deliberately avoided talking to me.

My good friend Xiao Liang even offered some advice, but ultimately it didn't work. However, this only made me more grateful to Xiao Liang
and trust him more. Once, I wrote some erotic text on my computer, and because I forgot to close the window
, Xiao Liang accidentally saw it. He then realized that his good friend was actually the infamous "Dancing Cock
."

And the clever boy immediately connected the dots, figuring out who the female protagonist in the text was before and who she was now.

One day, my mom called me to the supermarket, leaving Xiao Liang in his room playing on the computer.
Although Xiao Liang had good grades, his family wasn't wealthy, so he hadn't been able to afford a computer.

When I came back and opened the door, I found Xiao Liang masturbating while reading articles on the computer.

I called out to him, and he jumped in fright, quickly shoving his hands into his pockets as if hiding something
shameful. I trusted him, assuming he was just smearing his semen in his pockets
, so I didn't think much of it.

Xiao Liang gave me an awkward smile. My parents wanted him to stay for dinner, but he seemed to want to leave and went
home.

The next day, my mother said one of her spare stockings was missing. Thinking back to what happened yesterday, I chuckled to myself
; Xiao Liang must have stolen it to masturbate. I completely understood my friend's unrequited love. Thinking about myself
, how unattainable it would be to have a pair of stockings Liang Yiyi had worn! Although
we lived next door, we were worlds apart.

That evening, my father came to my room, locked the door, and poured out his frustrations with his and my mother's sex life, going on and on about
the importance of sex to love and marriage. He brought
out the same theories he used to use to convince me to watch them make love, only this time the source of his arousal was my classmate, Xiao Liang.

My father then revealed his plan and told me to follow it. Although I was extremely reluctant, I felt that if Xiao Liang,
who shared my plight, could witness a different side of his goddess, it would be a great comfort. So I complied.

The next day, after Xiao Liang came to our house, I deliberately turned on my computer in my room and continued writing
a novel based on my mother. Xiao Liang watched and marveled at my ingenious ideas.

I told him that I actually had the idea and the immersive feeling because I secretly watched my parents making love, and then encouraged
him to stay at our house that night, saying that my parents would definitely make love that night, so he could also satisfy his craving.

Xiao Liang was very excited and called his grandfather to say that he would stay at a classmate's house that night and not go home.

At dinner, Xiao Liang didn't dare to look directly at his mother, only staring at her body like
a hungry wolf his eyes revealing a primal fervor.

His father gave Xiao Liang a meaningful look, and the green light in his eyes grew stronger.

The two of them seemed eager for night to fall, but they ate little at dinner. My mother, seeing them only
eating rice and barely any vegetables, asked if the food was bad. I quickly covered for them;
my innocent mother had no idea what was about to happen that night.

Around 1 a.m., Xiao Liang and I had been pressing our ears against the bedroom door for quite some time when we finally heard
some faint noises outside.

After waiting a while, we opened the bedroom door and tiptoed out.

My father's plan was to let us sneak into their room while he and my mother took a bath together,
then hide in the closet.

As we passed the bathroom, Xiao Liang couldn't tear himself away.

In the bathroom, the mother was preparing to remove her pristine white bathrobe when the father wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind
. His strong hands slipped inside the robe, revealing her full, voluptuous breasts, like snowdrifts, peeking out from beneath the white
fabric The flesh, whiter than the robe itself, glistened and shone under the light.

Slowly, the bathrobe was removed, revealing the mother's face, like a begonia in spring slumber, and her body, like a lotus in bloom
. Xiao Liang, watching through the crack in the door, felt his heart pound.

The father, as if aware of their voyeurism, gave the mother no chance to look at the bathroom door. The poor
mother was unaware that her husband and son had betrayed her.

Warm water sprayed from the showerhead, and steam slowly rose. The mother, as if in a dream, squinted her
eyes enjoying the father's kisses and caresses. Her lips parted slightly, her breath seemingly exhaling a seductive whisper, prompting the father
to nibble and kiss her chin and lips repeatedly.

Xiao Liang tried to get closer, but I pulled him back. I shook my head, wanting him to come with me into my parents'
bedroom . But the real show in the bathroom was just beginning, and I couldn't resist taking another look.

My father had my mother turn around and lean against the edge of the bathtub. Then, with one hand on his penis and the other hand using
his fingers to spread my mother's deep buttocks, he thrust into her tender vulva with the help of the spraying water.

My mother let out a soft "Ah!" like parched, fertile land receiving rain again,
moaning . As my father thrust, my mother's breasts slowly hardened, even her bright red nipples slightly
erect.

The floor was slippery, and with my father's powerful thrusts, my mother could only hold onto the bathtub with one hand and tightly
grip my father's arm around her waist with the other. The two bodies collided more and more violently,
and the water spraying onto them was scattered everywhere.

My mother clenched her almond-shaped teeth, her smooth, slender neck showing a few veins, perhaps from resisting wave after wave of
pleasure . She made sounds like murmurs,
the sobs of a lost woman in the dark, plaintive and low, yet also like the gasps of someone overjoyed to have found their love.

I estimated the time was about right and quickly pulled Xiao Liang along, quietly slipping into my parents' bedroom.

My parents' bedroom was large, with a Simmons double bed, carpeted floors, two tall
wardrobes on the left, and a sofa on the right opposite.

When we entered, we found their clothes, shoes, and stockings scattered haphazardly on the floor. The curtains
were all drawn, and the bedroom was brightly lit.

Xiao Liang and I each took a wardrobe and hid inside.

Inside, I waited with a strange mix of emotions for my parents' next act of passion.

My mother's body was being exposed to an outsider for the first time, and that person was my classmate. I was filled with trepidation.
If my mother found out, it would be disastrous. As a teacher,
having sex with her husband right under her son's and her students' noses would cause a huge scandal and ruin her reputation.

But there was no turning back now. Besides, my father had orchestrated all of this; I was just
an accomplice. I reassured myself before calming down.

"Come here, be careful not to bump into the sofa." After a while, my father's voice came in. I saw that
my mother's eyes were bound with a black cloth, and she was wearing a sexy, transparent pink lace thong with a bra over her
breasts. My father led her into the room.

The door locked, and the show was about to begin.

My father helped my mother to the center of the bedroom and made her stand still. Then, my father took
a , pulled down my mother's panties, and slowly inserted the dildo into her vagina. Then
he lifted her panties to hold the handle of the dildo in place, preventing it from falling off.

The vibrating dildo slowly turned, its white tip stretching a small opening in Mom's panties, revealing her
washed pubic hair, which appeared exceptionally dark and shiny. The dildo danced leisurely on Mom's fertile ground, its
tip tugging at the thin fabric of her panties like rolling dough.

"Wife, you're so lewd right now. Tell me, is the dildo more pleasurable, or the real one?" Father asked, holding
a remote control and adjusting the buttons while watching Mom's expressions at different speeds.

Mom's hands were tied behind her head, and like a kidnapped girl, she
writhed and twisted her body with the rapid rotation of the dildo's motor. Her legs were slightly bent and swaying, her rounded thighs pressed together and
rubbing against each other, waves of intense pleasure rendering her speechless.

Father only stopped when it reached maximum power, and Mom couldn't take it anymore and rolled on the floor.

I felt a pang of pity for my mother and almost pushed open the wardrobe door, but thankfully it was over.

Father removed the dildo from Mother's body, then untied her hands, allowing her to rest for a while
. Sitting on the blanket on the floor, she said, "You old lecher, always using this to torment me,
you've made me weak."

"Wife, look, my little brother's gone soft again, want me to suck it?" Father walked over,
pointing to his limp penis.

"You lie down, I'll suck it from behind, and I'll also put it in there, don't you like it there
?" Mother said.

Father glanced somewhat awkwardly at the wardrobe, his old face slightly flushed, and
said somewhat embarrassedly, "Why would I like being penetrated there?"

"Stubborn!" Mother said with a laugh.

Father finally obediently lay down, kneeling on the ground like a dog, his buttocks raised.

Mother spread his buttocks, revealing his dark red anus. Mother spat on Father...
She then indecently extended her middle finger and inserted it into her father's anus, repeatedly thrusting it in and out.

I almost burst out laughing, wondering what Xiao Liang in the other cupboard was thinking. Who would have thought a man's
anus had this function? But judging from my mother's practiced movements, this wasn't the first or second time she'd done this.

While using her slender, white fingers to thrust in and out of my father's anus, my mother pulled his already erect
penis between her legs, pulled it behind him, and then licked it with her cute little tongue.

"Ah! Ah!" My father actually groaned. My face instantly burned with embarrassment. How could I ever
face Xiao Liang again?

Fortunately, this bizarre thing only lasted a short while. My father seemed to feel the urge to ejaculate, so he quickly
told my mother to stop. He stood up, picked my mother up, and they both fell onto the bed.

While kissing and licking his mother's smooth, milk-washed skin, he reached under her panties and probed her
already overflowing vulva with his fingers, teasing and manipulating it.

His mother's beautiful eyes were somewhat glazed, her arms shifting restlessly as if she had nowhere to go.
His rough lips lightly nibbled at his mother's cheeks and neck, his tongue leaving a faint
pink blush on her delicate skin.

His fingers threaded through his mother's soft hair, and he lowered his head to nibble on her exquisitely sculpted
ear. The touch on her sensitive area made her moan even more.

"Mmm...ah! Husband, how come you're so good lately? Ugh...oh...it's been half a year, how come you're
so ? Tell me honestly, have you been taking drugs?" His mother
asked indistinctly, stroking her breasts, her voice broken, sweet and seductive.

Father couldn't help but glance at our hiding place again, his expression even more excited. "Wife, it's
because you're so lewd today! You've been so thirsty for a while now, haven't you? You're so shameless, a teacher
fantasizing about having a big cock inside you every day, what do you think your students will think if they knew?"

Mother cried out coquettishly and loudly, "Husband, you're so bad! Ah! I'm shameless! I only think about your cock
, husband, you can do whatever you want with it, don't hold back, I'm a thirsty slut, I want it, ah... oh
... husband, hurry... hurry and come in..."

Father made Mother lie on her side facing us, slowly unhooking her bra. A pair of thirsty and firm breasts
swayed a few times, reflecting white light. As the saying goes, "Soft and warm freshly peeled chicken head meat, smooth as butter
. "

At that moment, I seemed to hear Xiao Liang's heavy breathing from the closet next door.

Then, the father pulled down the mother's lace panties, revealing her glistening, red labia beneath the black
crotch . The mother looked at the father with seductive eyes, her luscious red lips deliberately licking her fingers, then
beckoning him with her saliva-covered finger.

The father's eyes widened involuntarily, and he lifted one of the mother's shapely, snow-white legs high, instantly exposing
her beautiful, wet vulva. The father knelt beside the mother on the bed, then grabbed his penis and began to pound into her fertile soil

with the force and speed of a pile driver . 　　The mother's eyes began to glaze over again, and the leg the father had lifted began to tremble slightly. Her body, unable to withstand the onslaught , could only brace herself against the bed with her arms. The mother's hair slowly cascaded down, covering half her face, her cheeks flushed, as vibrant as peach blossoms. 　　While penetrating her, Father kissed Mother's rounded shoulders. His tongue made her fair, delicate skin appear even more translucent. 　　Mother, lying on her side, had her alluring eyes slightly closed, her long, fan-shaped eyelashes trembling gently, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly. Father lowered his head to kiss her, and Mother willingly extended her pink tongue, letting him savor the sweet nectar in her mouth. While penetrating, Father secretly glanced at the wardrobe, as if we possessed some kind of magical power. The intense pleasure fueled his thrusting, making his penis, tightly inserted in Mother's narrow vagina, penetrate even more vigorously. 　　Their battle lasted for over an hour; Father's stamina was still very strong under these circumstances. However, his thick hair seemed to glow green. Perhaps this path would lead them further astray, perhaps it had already veered off course. 　　I waited patiently, afraid to fall asleep. Besides, I really couldn't sleep in the wardrobe. I waited until after 3 a.m. Around 3 a.m. is when people are in their deepest sleep, and Mom must so there's no need to worry about waking them. Xiao Liang and I tiptoed out of my parents' room and back to our own bedroom. 　　"Ah-Dai, thank you so much, your mom, your mom is so lewd! I love it!" Xiao Liang was still very excited and accidentally blurted out his thoughts. 　　He gave an awkward smile, and I said it was nothing. I thought to myself, after all, this was with my father's consent; Xiao Liang probably thought I let him peek at my parents having sex. Am I crazy? Actually, it's my father who's crazy. 　　In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the clear blue sky, the clouds seemingly melted away by the sun, disappearing without a trace . Although I was sitting in the classroom, it felt like I was in a sauna. 　　Summer vacation was almost here, but so were the final exams. 　　It doesn't matter if I don't do well on other subjects in the final exam, but if I don't do well on the computer subject my mom teaches, I'll get a scolding from her . I was usually confident in myself, but lately my eyes have been glued to Liang Yiyi's back during class. Even though my eyes are on the blackboard, my peripheral vision keeps lingering on that haunting figure. My mom can't tell I'm daydreaming because I have the same expression whether I'm spacing out or not—living up to the nickname my classmates gave me. 　　Yesterday, I accidentally saw my mom bring home a roll of test papers. This evening, I planned to go home a little early and take a picture of the papers with my phone, if they were still there. 　　Luckily, the last period was physics class. I'm not afraid of physics; people skip class all the time , and the physics teacher never cares. 　　I whispered to my deskmate, Xiao Liang, that I was going to skip class to go to the internet cafe to play games. Xiao Liang nodded and said, "Don't let the teacher find out." Besides daydreaming, I also love playing games. Although we have a computer at home, it doesn't have the same atmosphere as an internet cafe. Xiao Liang, a model student, has no interest in games, so lying to him would be perfectly normal for him. 　　I didn't dare ride my bike, so I jogged home. Only when I got home did I realize I'd forgotten my keys—what an idiot!

Ah.

Luckily, I had prepared a spare key and placed it under the flower bed, so I got home smoothly.

My father wasn't home either; he probably hadn't come home from work yet.

I went into my parents' room and searched the desk over and over, but couldn't find it. I had been holding onto a
sliver of hope, thinking that my mother hadn't taken the test paper, but it seemed I'd wasted my time.

Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard my mother's voice outside.

It was too late; this time wouldn't be good for explanations. I quickly hid in the closet. This closet was where my father
's clothes were kept; my mother probably only opened it when she was putting away clothes, that was all I could think.

"Teacher, be careful." Wasn't that Xiao Liang's voice? How come Xiao Liang was back so soon?

"Thank you, Xiao Liang. Just call me Auntie when we get home. My head is spinning; I'm going to rest for a bit. You...you
go to Xiao Hai's room; Xiao Hai shouldn't be back yet." The door opened, and I saw my mother
saying this while putting her arm around Xiao Liang's shoulder.

It seemed Mom had been drinking at a social event. As the vice-principal, although she was a woman, she sometimes
had to attend banquets, but it was rare for her to drink this much.

Seeing the bed, Mom finally collapsed weakly onto it, forgetting even to take off her shoes.

"Auntie, lie down properly, let me cover you with the blanket, you don't want to catch a cold." Xiao Liang pulled the blanket over
Mom's body, but noticed that a button on her slightly heaving blouse was undone, revealing a small patch of her snow-white breast
.

Xiao Liang stared for a while, but finally dared not look any longer. Seeing that Mom hadn't taken off her high heels,
he casually took them off for her.

But inexplicably, he picked up the high heel Mom had just been wearing and brought it to his nose to smell it
, a look of enjoyment on his face.

Xiao Liang carefully observed Mom's expression, watching for a full minute before realizing that Mom seemed to have
fallen asleep.

Xiao Liang then squatted down, his hands trembling slightly as he stroked Mom's delicate, stockinged feet. As he
touched her, he observed his mother's expression, a sly grin on his face.

I wanted to come out, but I was afraid of embarrassing my best friend, so I didn't.

There was a noticeable wet patch on my mother's stockinged feet; it was normal for her feet to sweat in this heat.

However, to my astonishment, Xiao Liang had already licked the wet toes of her stockinged feet.
The alluring red nail polish, soaked with sweat, shone through the thin black stockings, looking exceptionally seductive.

The smell of the leather heels, the sweat, and my mother's foot fragrance intoxicated Xiao Liang. He held my mother's
stockinged feet in one hand, frantically and greedily licking the sweat and scent, while his other hand caressed
her soft, delicate toes, her smooth, lotus-root-like soles, and her sexy, rounded heels through the thin black stockings.

"What is he doing? What is he doing??" I saw Xiao Liang actually pull down his pants and take out
his penis .

But the next moment, I realized that his penis wasn't going to be inserted into my mother, but into her high heels.

I had never imagined masturbation could be like this, even though I've written several erotic novels myself; this
was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it.

Xiao Liang stuffed his penis into the gap between the heel and sole of my mother's high heels, and then
rubbed . Those shoes were so dirty on the ground; I didn't quite understand Xiao Liang's behavior. Perhaps he
was obsessed with my mother from head to toe, even down to the heels.

My mother, lying on the bed, was completely unaware; her feet had been molested by her classmate.
I couldn't stop him then; he was my classmate and a good friend, and there was no need to ruin things with him over this, especially since he had
n't actually done anything to my mother. My mother would always belong to my father alone; that was a firm
belief .

Xiao Liang's penis was about the same length as mine, a little longer than my father's, but not as thick.
I heard his breathing become heavier; I knew he was about to ejaculate.

Damn! He actually ejaculated into my mother's high heels!

The jets of water continued for a minute, and just then, the door opened, and it was my father
who walked in !

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