Mom's Director

First, let me state that this is something I heard from netizens, and I'm sharing it with everyone. For convenience, I'll use the first person.

This happened when I was 18 or 19 years old. My dad drove a car for the Finance Bureau, and my mom worked at the Construction Bank. During that time, I don't know why they were always arguing, and later they separated. I lived with my dad. Later, my dad had to drive his boss out of town for a while, so I went to stay with my mom. To make it easier for me to study, my mom gave me her big room and moved into a small room herself. That room was next to the cold storage room, but it had a window, and the curtains were always drawn. They would only be opened occasionally when cleaning. It was from there that I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

One day at noon, when I came home, I saw my mother seeing that man off. I recognized him; he was the director of my mother's office. I didn't pay much attention, just politely said a few words, and went inside. My mother closed her bedroom door and came back in. We chatted for a while, and then my mother went to work and I went to school in the afternoon. Later, I often saw this man at my house, both day and night. Naturally, I had some doubts, but I didn't dare to say anything to my mother. Later, my father came back and didn't ask me to move back, saying it was troublesome to move back and forth, and he was always out and couldn't take care of me. So he let me stay at my mother's. Before long, it was summer vacation. During this time, my parents were still in a cold war, and that man would occasionally come to my house. But I felt that my mother and he didn't have anything going on. Until one day, my mother said she would be back late from a company party and told me not to wait for her and to go to sleep first. I don't know what time it was, but I heard the door open. I knew it was my mother coming back, but I didn't pay much attention. My mother came to my room, gently opened the door, looked in, and then closed the door and left. I then fell asleep in a daze.

Summer mornings get light early. I woke up a little after 5 a.m. and heard someone open the door and leave. I was puzzled because my mother doesn't usually go out in the morning. After lying in bed for a while, I got up to see if my mother had gone out. I went to my mother's room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw my mother's half-naked body (she was covered with a blanket, but only half of it, probably because it was hot in the summer). One breast and one thigh were exposed, along with some dark pubic hair. At the same time, my mother probably heard the sound and opened her eyes, then quickly covered herself completely with the blanket and asked me... "Why are you up so early?" I asked. "I think I heard someone open the door and leave. I thought it was you," my mother said. "Someone left? Are you still half asleep? Close the door and go back to sleep," I said. "Okay," she replied. As I closed the door, I saw a pink pair of underwear rolled up under my mother's bed near the doorway. I quietly closed the door and went back to my room. Lying in bed, I thought, "I couldn't have misheard. It was definitely the sound of a door opening." My mind was in turmoil, and I started to have all sorts of wild thoughts. It was from this moment that I began to pay attention to my mother. Let me

briefly introduce my mother. She was in her early forties at the time, about 1.66 meters tall. Her breasts weren't particularly large, and I don't know what they looked like inside. I did see her when she was breastfeeding as a child, but after so many years, I've forgotten. Her figure was decent, and she was considered average-looking. Looking back, I think she probably had the mature charm of a middle-aged woman. Because she worked at a bank, she had to wear business attire, and she looked quite beautiful.

One day around noon, I came home and saw that my mother's bedroom door was closed. I assumed she was taking a nap, so I turned on the TV in the living room. I heard a sound coming from my mother's room, and I thought she had gotten up because of the TV. About ten minutes later, my mother came out, dressed neatly, but she was holding the door open with her back to me. The man, also dressed neatly, came out too, without looking at me, and went straight to the door. My mother followed behind. He took a pair of leather shoes from the shoe rack, put them on, and left. My mother closed the door, looked at me, and I froze. My mind went blank. After a long while, my mother said, "What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll buy it when I get off work." I didn't say anything, just stared blankly at my mother. My mother didn't say anything, turned around, took her own shoes from the shoe rack, put them on, and left.

I snapped out of my daze. I roughly knew what had happened, but I didn't want to believe it. My mother wasn't that kind of person. How could this be? Why? I was so confused. I thought about it a lot, even foolishly thinking they were just chatting in the room. But how could that be? Who would choose to chat in the bedroom with the door closed? I shouldn't lie to myself. Right, if they were having sex in the room, they would definitely leave clues. I'll go check. I went into my mother's room. Her room was small; I could see it all at a glance. The bed was neatly made, not messy at all. There was nothing in the room. Could I be wrong? I was confused again. Then I remembered. I'd heard that you need to use condoms for sex. I didn't know anything about those things back then; I'd only heard about them. But there was nothing on the floor. I squatted down and pulled up the sheet to look under the bed. Nothing there. It was clean. Could I really be wrong? Ugh, this is so confusing. I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm a little thirsty. I'll go to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

I went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and gulped it down. After finishing, I put down the glass and turned to leave when I caught a glimpse of something on the floor of the refrigerator. I turned around and saw two wads of paper. I quickly went into the refrigerator, picked them up, and saw they were two wads of white toilet paper stuck together. One was a little dry, and the other was a little damp. I opened the dry one, and the stuck part was a bit yellow. I opened the damp one, and the dry parts were also yellow, while the wet part in the middle was white with a few black, curled hairs. What was that? I smelled it; it smelled a bit fishy and had a slightly foul odor.

Having no experience and no idea what it was, but knowing it was definitely something left behind from their lovemaking, I was stunned and furious. How could Mom do this? Why? I couldn't understand it. What should I do? Tell Dad? I was too scared. Tell Mom? I was too scared too. What could I do? I felt so useless. In my heart, I always felt Mom wasn't that kind of person. Mom wouldn't do this unless I saw it with my own eyes or caught them red-handed. But could I do that? I thought about it for a long time. I couldn't. I thought about it all afternoon. I decided I had to see with my own eyes whether they were having sex and then ruin it for them. But I hadn't figured out how. How could I see it? Looking through the door, it's impossible; touching it would make a sound. What to do? I went into my mother's room. Ah, the curtains! That's it! The curtains are always drawn, never moved. With a little manipulation, I could see inside. The curtains are dark-colored, so even from outside, I wouldn't see my reflection. That's it! I slightly opened the two curtains, and from my mother's room, I couldn't see anything. I went to the refrigerator room to look; there, I could see the entire room. I made a plan, just waiting for that moment to happen. Strangely enough, after I did the trick, that man rarely came. When he did, he would just talk to my mother for a bit and then leave. Actually, this was what I hoped for, but I don't know why I felt a little disappointed.

I remember it was around 3 pm on Monday when my mom called to say that her colleagues were having dinner together that night and told me not to wait for her. After hanging up, I wondered if they would all be coming home together. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, so I called my mom back and said, "Mom, what time are you coming home tonight?" My mom said, "It's uncertain. Do you have something to do?" I said, "No, if that's the case, I'll go to a classmate's house and won't be coming back." My mom probably thought for a moment and said, "Then don't go running around. It's dangerous outside now. Focus on your studies and don't always think about playing." I said, "Okay, I know. Okay, I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, I thought, "If I just hide at home right now, wouldn't that be fine?" I went to the freezer room and chose a spot, but then I realized, "No, if I leave, the door must be double-locked. If I don't go out, won't Mom notice something's wrong when she opens the door?" What should I do? Then I had an idea. I quickly ran outside and called Mom from a phone booth. Mom asked what was wrong, and I said, "I was in a rush and left my keys on the coffee table. I didn't lock the door. Mom, please come home early tonight." Then I heard Mom ask, "Whose house are you going to?" I didn't answer. I hung up the phone and ran home. I closed the door, put the key on the coffee table, and my heart was pounding. Maybe it was from running, or maybe it was from something else—it was all very complicated. I turned around and saw my shoes. What should I do? I found a bag, put the shoes in it, and hid them in my bedroom. I went to the refrigerator and stood there thinking a lot. Should I really look? What if I do see them? What if they don't come back together? I was wavering, but I just couldn't leave. Oh well, if nothing really happened, I'll just pretend nothing ever happened.

The wait was agonizing. Darkness crept in, and I wondered when they'd be back. I felt a strange mix of anticipation and dread—a mix of fear, panic, and worry about being discovered. I thought about it all. Then, I heard the door open. I tensed up instantly, my heart pounding. I barely dared to breathe, covering my mouth and nose, afraid they'd hear me. Then I heard the light switch on in the living room. My mother said, "This child really left her keys at home. Come in," followed by a man's voice. "Oh." The door closed. My mother said, "Sit down," again a man's voice. "Oh." A moment later, the man said, "Why did you put the child's key in your bag?" The mother replied, "So the child can pick it up from me tomorrow. I have all kinds of keys on my bag, including the one for work, so it's inconvenient for him to take it." The man said, "Oh, okay." Then he added, "Was everything alright last time? I was a little scared last time too. I didn't really talk to you afterwards, I didn't know what to say." The child didn't say anything. The man then said, "It wasn't good, I'm sorry, I made things difficult for you." There was silence. After a while, the mother said, "Don't stay here, let's go inside." The man said, "Isn't the child not coming back? What are you afraid of?" The mother said, "Is the child sure? Let's go inside." The man said "Oh" again. The mother's room light came on. The mother said, "Put..." The living room lights went out, and the man said "oh" again. The living room went dark. My mother was in her room facing my curtains, taking off the hair clip and running her hands through her hair. I suddenly thought my mother was quite pretty. I wondered if she could see me, if she knew I was peeking. Judging from her expression, she didn't know. The man came in, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck. My mother smiled. The man then pulled her closer and kissed her lips. After a few kisses, he pushed her onto the bed and continued kissing her lips and touching her breasts. My mother hugged him and kissed him back. I was so angry that I wanted to rush in and beat the man up, but I didn't dare. I don't know why I didn't dare. I could only continue watching.

They continued kissing. After a while, the man started unbuttoning Mom's clothes. He'd only unbuttoned a few when Mom pushed him away, and they separated. Mom stood up and started undressing herself. After taking off her shirt, she took a clothes hanger from the closet and hung it up, then closed the door behind her. I saw the man say something, but I couldn't hear clearly; although there was a window, it was still soundproof. Then Mom said something and started undressing again. The man sat on the bed taking off his shirt, and Mom's back was to me. I saw Mom take off her bra, which was floral. When the man saw Mom take off her bra, he moved off the bed, pulled Mom close, and started kissing her breasts like a baby nursing, sucking on her nipples, moving from one side to the other. Mom held her breasts with both hands... He was kissing my mother's head, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, as if she was enjoying it. While kissing her, the man was also touching my mother's back and buttocks, and pulling up her skirt. I saw that my mother was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose with white underwear underneath. The man directly put his hand inside my mother's underwear, probably touching her vagina. At this moment, I saw my mother open her mouth even wider, tilt her head back slightly, and tightly hug his head with both hands, pressing it against her breasts. Her buttocks and body were also twisting. In today's terms, her expression was very lewd and flirtatious. Although I don't want to use such words, I don't know how to describe it. I was stunned at the time, staring blankly at them, my mind completely blank. It really felt like I wasn't thinking about anything, except that my mouth was dry and my heart was beating very fast.

After a while, Mom released his head, opened her eyes, and smiled. Then she started taking off her pantyhose and underwear at the same time. The man also started taking off his pants and underwear. I immediately saw Mom's vulva. It had a lot of hair, dark and covered the vulva, with a long slit in the middle. I couldn't see it clearly. Then the man pressed Mom down on the bed. They were facing me. The man was on top of Mom, holding her head and kissing her mouth. Mom was hugging his back and stroking him back and forth. After kissing for a while, the man moved his body away from Mom and started kissing her mouth while touching her breasts, or rather, pinching them, and touching her nipples. After a while, he moved his hand from top to bottom and started touching Mom's vulva. I could only see him touching it, but I could see... He couldn't see my mother's vulva, only her pubic hair. Her legs were spread wide. After kissing her for a while, he started kissing her breasts, nipples, and stomach. My mother was also touching her breasts with both hands. Soon, the man knelt down by the bed and pulled my mother's thighs down, so her buttocks were on the edge of the bed and her thighs were on his shoulders. I saw the man start kissing my mother's vulva. He put his mouth on her vulva and licked it. I could see him licking it up and down with his tongue. At this time, my mother was gripping the sheet with one hand, as if she was using a lot of force, and was squeezing her breast with the other hand. Her head was also turning back and forth. I don't know how to describe her appearance. Actually, at this time, my penis was also hard, but I didn't realize it. I was watching like I was watching a pornographic movie, not taking my eyes off it. I only knew that I was watching and didn't even know that I was changing.

After licking for a while, the man took one of Mom's thighs off his shoulder and pushed it to the side. At that time, Mom had one thigh on his shoulder and the other on the bed, which he spread wide apart. He then used one hand to insert into Mom's vagina while kissing her. Mom was still squeezing her breasts hard, turning her head back and forth, and occasionally I could hear her making "ah" sounds. I don't know how many times I heard "ah" sounds. Suddenly, I felt like I was waking up. I realized that my penis was incredibly hard. I unconsciously pulled it out, and there was some fluid on it. Now I knew it was semen, and I started to gently masturbate.

The man climbed onto the bed after a while, putting his penis in my mother's mouth. She seemed to dislike it, but he forced her head towards him. She only ate a few times and then stopped. He seemed to know she didn't like it, and then he got off. I saw my mother naturally lift her legs. The man, with one hand holding his penis, tried to insert it into her vagina, while slowly using the other hand to prop himself up on the bed. Once it was inside, he used both hands to support himself on the bed and began thrusting into her vagina. My mother's legs were wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his arms. At first, his movements were slow, thrusting gently, but then it became faster. My mother's legs, wrapped around his waist, were spread apart. Perhaps because the speed was too fast, his penis suddenly came out. I saw that his penis was shiny, not very long, but rather thick. He stood up, lifted my mother's legs again, pulled them down a bit, and then... He tried to insert his penis into Mom's vagina, but it seemed like it wouldn't go in. I saw Mom use her hands to pull his penis down, and then he inserted it. Then he grabbed Mom's thighs and started fucking her, her buttocks were off the ground, and he was going quite fast. I don't know why, but I started masturbating faster too, as if I was following their rhythm. He fucked her dozens of times, then he lay on top of Mom and kissed her. After a while, he and Mom changed positions. They weren't facing me anymore; they were sideways. The man then inserted his penis into Mom's vagina again and started fucking her, but the movements weren't fast. At this point, I couldn't see their lower bodies clearly because Mom's thighs were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered. I could only see Mom's expression, her eyes closed, pinching her breasts, sometimes one, sometimes both at the same time. After fucking for a while, they changed positions again, and Mom lay on the bed... She curled her buttocks up, facing me directly, so I could see her clearly. But before I could get a good look, the man came over and blocked my view. I saw him holding my mother's waist with one hand and thrusting his penis into her vagina with the other. Then he started fucking her quickly, unlike before when it started slowly. This time it was very fast from the beginning, and he thrust dozens of times. The last few thrusts were quite forceful, and I saw my mother almost being pushed down. Then he collapsed, lying on the bed, his penis drooping and crooked to one side, with something shiny on it. Now I know it was water or semen, but I didn't understand at the time. My mother was still lying there without moving, her buttocks still facing me. I finally saw the whole picture of my mother's vagina. Her pubic hair was wet, and her vagina was turned inside out. What color was it? Was it red or not? I couldn't say. Her pubic hair was stuck together, and there was a small hole in her vagina that bulged out a little later. It went in, and the same thing happened to her anus. After a while, some water started flowing out, not much, but it got onto my mother's pubic hair and dripped onto the sheets. My mouth was so dry, and my heart was pounding. Actually, I had already ejaculated, but I didn't feel anything. Well, it wasn't that I didn't feel anything, but I was just too focused on them. My mother stopped for a while, then got out of bed, took a roll of toilet paper from the bedside table, gave a long strip to the man, and then took a long strip for herself and squatted down on the floor. I couldn't see her anymore. The man wiped his penis and then threw the paper on the floor. My mother seemed to have finished wiping as well, and then she took the paper away. I heard the sound of water flushing in the bathroom, so my mother must have flushed the paper away. After a while, my mother came back, and they turned off the lights and went to sleep. I think they said something, but I couldn't hear clearly. I was also very tired and scared. I sat quietly by the wall, not daring to sleep, afraid of making a sound.

That night was so long for me. My feelings were so complicated. I thought about everything, even death. I thought about so many things that I can't even remember them clearly now. I finally made it to dawn, I don't even know what time it was, but the sun was shining brightly. I heard a sound at the door, and then my mother said let's go out to eat. I came back to tidy up, and the man said okay. After a while, I heard them leave. I stood up, my legs were so sore, I felt so awful. I went into my mother's room, the bed was a mess. I don't know how to describe how I felt.

Suddenly, something woke me up: my mother had locked the door from the inside when she left. How could I get out? My key was in my mother's purse. I quickly looked for my mother's purse in her room, but it wasn't there. I looked in the living room, but it wasn't there either. Oh no! I slumped onto the sofa. It was all over. What would my mother say when she came back? Would I hide again? But even after my mother left, I still couldn't get out. What should I do? I wanted to jump out of the window, but it was 5... Oh, I don't have the guts. I should just die, otherwise how can I face my mother? But I don't have the courage to commit suicide. My mind is a complete mess. I'm like a madwoman, sitting on the sofa in a daze. I don't even know when the door opened. I stared blankly at it. It was my mother. She saw me and, while closing the door, said, "Son, why are you back so early?" The door closed, and I didn't say a word. My mother seemed to sense something and stared at me blankly. I didn't know what to say, and then I burst into tears—a real wail. I didn't know if I was crying because I had done something wrong or what I was crying for; I just kept crying. My mother stood there, stunned, her bag falling to the ground. I ran to my room and lay on the bed, crying as if crying could hide everything, as if crying was the only thing I could do. A little while later, my mother came in. I heard her crying too. She stroked my head, and I felt that she was also very sad. She cried for a long time. I felt like I couldn't cry anymore, so I just lay on the bed sobbing. Then my mother went out. I didn't know what she was doing, and I didn't dare look. I heard her talking to a colleague on the phone, saying she had something to do at home and wanted her to help her get a day off. I didn't dare get up; I didn't know how I would face my mother if I did. I just stayed on the bed. I don't know how much time passed, but then my mother closed my bedroom door. What was she going to do? Would she do something stupid? But I just didn't dare get up to look. Later, I heard voices, so I quietly got up and pressed my ear to the door to listen. It sounded like something was over, all over, there wouldn't be a future, and she said not to ask anymore. I was scared and only vaguely understood what she was saying. The phone slammed down, and I lay back down on the bed. A little while later, my mother came in and sat on the edge of my bed, stroking my head for a long time. My heart was filled with complicated emotions. I wanted to admit my mistakes to my mother, but how could I say it? How could I even begin? I wished nothing had happened.

Mom spoke, haltingly, "Son, you know now, right?" Even these few words were spoken haltingly. I didn't say anything. "Then Mom will talk to you. If you don't want to get up, just lie there." These words weren't spoken coherently either, as if she was thinking and speaking at the same time. The rest of the conversation was at about the same speed. Mom said, "Do you know why Mom and Dad are arguing?" I didn't say anything. Mom paused for a moment because there were some problems between Mom and Dad. Actually, your dad was having an affair. I asked him why before, and he initially denied it, but I caught him red-handed. Mom didn't say how she caught him, and I didn't dare ask. Your dad later said that he had lost passion for Mom (it seemed like he said there was no passion anymore). Mom suggested a divorce, but your dad disagreed. He said it wasn't that he didn't love me, but that after so many years together, the passion had faded. He still loved me and this family, and he didn't want the family to break up. Mom had thought about it for a long time, and I didn't want you to live in a single-parent family, so I suggested a separation for a while. During this time, Mom got closer to someone, and she couldn't control herself, so this happened. But if it weren't for your dad's actions, Mom wouldn't have done this. I don't know what came over me, I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly turned around and said, "So, Mom is going to retaliate against Dad like this?" Mom was stunned. "Have you ever thought about my feelings? You're making me... I... I..." I couldn't continue, and I didn't know what to say. Mom cried, covering her face with her hands. I was stunned; I didn't know what to do. Mom cried for a while before stopping. I said to her, "Then you should make up with Dad. We're still a family." Mom thought for a long time and said, "Okay, I'll talk to your dad." I said, "When? Mom, I'll go see your dad today." After saying that, Mom looked at me. I was puzzled. Why was Mom looking at me? After a while, I realized what was going on. I said, "I won't talk about Mom's business." Mom didn't say anything, just told me to stay home and wait for the result of her conversation with Dad.

After Mom left, I felt a lot lighter. It wasn't as bad as I'd hoped, but I still had this indescribable feeling; I just felt really uncomfortable. I went out to wash up, and I saw that Mom's room wasn't tidied up yet. I was furious! I rolled up all of Mom's sheets and blankets, took them downstairs, and threw them far away. I hate seeing those things. I grabbed a quick bite outside and went home to wait for Mom. She came back in the afternoon. I asked her why she took so long. She didn't say anything, just that Dad agreed to reconcile, but he needed to take care of his own affairs. I understood what that meant. Then the three of us would live together again. (During this time, Mom confronted that guy, and they ended their relationship—Mom told me later). So, we spent an awkward little day together, not saying or doing anything. Later, Mom asked where her sheets and blankets were. I said I threw them away. Mom didn't say anything. That evening, Mom didn't cook; we went out for a quick bite and went home.

I watched TV until very late when I got home. I said to my mom, "I'm going to sleep." She said, "How am I supposed to sleep if you threw my things away?" I casually replied, "I'll sleep in my room." I didn't mean anything by it. Mom said okay, my bed is a bit bigger than a single bed, it's a little cramped for two people. Maybe Mom wanted to make up for her mistake by being closer to me. Mom went back to her room, changed into her pajamas, and then came to my room to sleep. Mom and I talked a lot, about how I was when I was little, how naughty I was, and so on. I also told her about how my mom helped me when my dad hit me. Overall, the atmosphere was pretty good. Suddenly, Mom asked me, "Where did you hide last night?" Oh dear, why bring that up again? I thought to myself, what should I say? Mom asked again, and I said, "It's hidden in the cold storage." Mom didn't say anything more, then I got sleepy and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I had been sleeping while hugging Mom, my penis very close to her buttocks. I didn't do anything, but my penis was hard in the morning. I suddenly remembered Mom making love, and I couldn't take it anymore. But I couldn't do anything to Mom, so I got up and masturbated in the bathroom. After Mom got up, she made breakfast, ate it, and went to work. She gave me a lot of instructions before she left. From then on, I didn't go out every day and just waited for Mom at home. I was afraid the story would repeat itself. When Mom came back at night, I saw that she had a new sheet and blanket. I didn't say anything, and Mom and I slept separately again. Sleeping alone always made me have all sorts of wild thoughts, especially about Mom's naked body making love. I could only comfort myself by masturbating. After masturbating, I was very tired and fell asleep. At 5 a.m. I woke up around 1:00 AM needing to pee, so I got up to go. My mom was in the bathroom, so I asked her, "Mom, what are you doing?" She said she was taking a shower. I said, "Why take a shower so early? It's not hot." My mom didn't say anything. Ugh, I was so full! I couldn't tell my mom, so I just went to the refrigerator and found a drink bottle to pee in. That's what I did! It felt so good after I peed... Wait a minute, my mom never gets up this early to shower. Besides, she always takes a bath in the public bathhouse. Why is she like this? Curious, I quietly went to my mom's room to peep, but there was nothing there. As I was about to leave... I found a corner of a pair of underwear under my mother's pillow. I moved the pillow aside, picked up the underwear, and looked at it. It was a pink thong with a wet stain in the middle. Oh, Mom had wet her pants. No wonder she took a shower this morning. I felt excited looking at Mom's underwear, and I remembered what she looked like. I took out my penis, put Mom's underwear on my penis, and masturbated for a while. It felt great, but I promise I didn't think about having sex with Mom while I was masturbating. I just felt comfortable and satisfied. Then I put the underwear back the way it was and went back to my room to sleep. I don't even know when Mom left.

I woke up around 10 am, hungry. Mom made breakfast, so I ate a little something. What to do? Bored. Sigh... Is Mom's underwear still there? I wanted to masturbate again, but I couldn't find it in Mom's room. Did she wash it? I checked the balcony, but it wasn't there either. Mom might have worn it. Around noon, I went to the bathroom to poop. While I was having a good time, I saw Mom's underwear in a basin next to the washing machine. Oh, Mom put it here. She hasn't washed it yet. After I finished, I picked up Mom's underwear. The wet part in the middle was already dry. It was still a little hard to the touch and had a slight musky smell. I put it on my penis and masturbated again. After I finished, I put Mom's underwear back in the basin and lay on the sofa watching TV, waiting for Mom to come home from get off work. I felt dizzy and sleepy, so I turned off the TV and wanted to sleep for a while. But when I closed my eyes, I would think of Mom making love. Sigh... Mom's a grown woman, how could she still wet her pants? That's impossible! If it's not urine, what is it? Did Mom have sex again last night? No way! What is it? I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, I sat up. Maybe I should sneak a peek at Mom again tonight and see what's on her underwear. I went to the refrigerator and looked at the gap that had been there before. It was closed now; Mom must have closed it. I went back in and opened it a little more. I had my plan all along, just waiting for Mom to come home. Mom came home from get off work as usual and cooked dinner. We ate, then watched TV. After a while, Mom said, "Let's go to bed early." I said, "I can't sleep." I slept all day and didn't sleep at night. Mom was sleepy, so I went to sleep on the sofa. Mom didn't say anything, just covered me with a blanket so I wouldn't catch a cold, and then started washing up and getting ready for bed. Mom usually reads magazines before bed. I waited for her to go inside for a while, then quietly went to the refrigerator to peek. Mom was wearing pajamas, leaning against the headboard, looking at a magazine called "Zhiyin" (a popular Chinese magazine), but there was nothing there. After a while, Mom put the book down, and I quickly and quietly went back to the living room. Mom turned off the light, then opened the door and said to me, "Don't stay up too late, go to sleep early." I said, "Okay." I knew I'd waited in vain this time, but I was still unwilling to give up. I refused to believe I wouldn't wait. Two or three more days passed, and it was the same—nothing happened. One morning, I asked my mom, "When will Dad be back?" Mom seemed quite happy and said, "Soon. He's finished his business, but the Finance Bureau went on a trip, and your dad went too. He'll be back around that time." I asked, "Why didn't Dad tell me? Why didn't he take me? They must have gone to a nice place." Mom said yes, "It seems like they went to quite a few places. They should be back around the time your school starts." I was so angry! After Mom left for work, I went to the bathroom. When I threw the toilet paper into the trash can, I saw Mom's sanitary napkin. I'd actually seen it before, but I'd never paid attention. Oh, Mom had her period. After she finished, I threw away the trash can. When I threw away the fifth... When I got home that day, I noticed it was empty. Oh, Mom's period was over. I just thought that and didn't think much of it. During this time, I still peeked at Mom, but there was still nothing. I was a little disappointed. When Mom came home that evening, after dinner, she said she was going to take a shower and would be back soon. She told me to go for a walk if I had nothing else to do. I said I wouldn't go and would stay home. Mom seemed to understand what I meant and didn't say anything. She took her shower supplies and left. About two hours later, Mom came back, her hair still a little wet. She went to the bathroom to dry her hair, watched TV for a while, and then said she was tired. She went back to her room to read a book and then went to sleep, telling me to rest early. I agreed, and Mom went back to her room. Strangely, Mom didn't turn on the ceiling light today; it seemed like she only had the bedside lamp on. I couldn't wait to see what Mom was doing, so I went to the refrigerator. I found that Mom wasn't reading "Zhiyin" today; it was a rather thick book that she was reading closed. I couldn't see the title, and the bedside lamp wasn't very bright. After reading for a while, Mom turned off the large... Her legs were peeking out from under the blanket, and I could see the edge of her underwear, I think it was white with little flowers. Then Mom would occasionally stroke her thighs gently back and forth. At first, I didn't pay much attention; I do that sometimes too, when it's hot and my thighs itch, I just scratch them. But as Mom continued stroking, she slipped her hand under the blanket. The blanket bobbed up and down, and I could feel her touching her genitals. What was wrong with Mom? Did she want to have sex again? Why was Mom like this? Why did she always want to have sex? Then Mom put down her book. I thought she was going to turn off the light and go to sleep, but instead, she pulled the blanket away. Oh, Mom wasn't wearing anything on her upper body. She started touching her breasts, and with her other hand, she touched her genitals outside her underwear. I thought I was going to see something interesting, but Mom turned off the light, and I couldn't see anything. I was so disappointed, so I went back to the living room, watched TV for a while, and then went to sleep. That night I dreamed that I was having sex with Mom. It was very intense, but I can't remember the details. I don't know how it started. When I woke up in the morning, I knew I had ejaculated. My underwear was dry, and I felt very uncomfortable. I quickly changed my underwear and washed it. It was this dream that made me feel differently about Mom. After my mother left, I found this book on her bedside table. It was very thick, and the title was "Sex Between Husband and Wife." The first page I opened showed a picture of female and male genitalia, with labels indicating their names. That's when I learned what a woman's vagina was called, and what different parts of her body were called. Through this book, I learned that what my mother did was also masturbation, and that what she was producing was vaginal fluid, also called "love fluid," a sign of female arousal. Knowing this intensified my desire for my mother, and fueled my fantasies. Perhaps because of this, I had sex with my mother.

After reading all this, I wondered how I could have sex with my mother. Was it possible? At the time, I didn't know anything about incest or anything like that; I just knew it was possible, whether I dared to do it, and whether my mother would agree. Should I just ask her directly? Would she agree? Should I use my mother's situation to blackmail her? I couldn't do that, but I still wanted to have sex with my mother.

That day, I didn't think about anything except how to make love with my mother. I remembered that book and decided to look for it. The book said that women are most eager to have sex three to five days after their period, but the timing varies depending on individual physiology. My mother had just finished her period and had masturbated, so it was probably when she was most eager. But what could I do? I thought and thought, but I couldn't come up with a solution. In the end, I thought that I first needed to sleep with my mother before I could do anything else. But how could I sleep with my mother? We only slept together once that day.

Finally, I tried to fool my mother with the idea of a mother's love for her son. It was past 11 pm that night, and my mother had been asleep for a while when I suddenly started yelling in my room, shouting incoherently. My mother came running over shortly after, calling my name and nudging me. I woke up instantly. My mother, wearing only a vest and underwear, was sitting on the edge of my bed. She asked me what was wrong, and I said, "Mom, I had a nightmare, I was so scared!" (in a Northeastern accent) My mother said, "It's okay, it'll be over soon. I was scared, Mom." She said, "Then come sleep in my room." My mother helped me to her room. As soon as I lay down, Mom said, "Oh dear, why didn't you bring a blanket? Go get it." I said, "Mom, I'm scared." Mom smiled and said, "Okay, Mom will get it for you." "No, Mom, don't go! I'm scared!" I grabbed Mom and wouldn't let her go. Mom didn't say anything, and so Mom and I slept together under one blanket. After lying down, I hugged Mom, and she stroked my head, saying, "Touching your fur won't scare you, touching your ears will scare you for a while." After a while, I slowly pretended to fall asleep, even making some snoring sounds. Mom thought I was asleep, so she held me... I fell asleep. After a while, I turned over, let go of my mother, and slept for a bit longer. Then I turned over again and hugged her, straddling her thighs. I could feel my knees touching her vulva, even through her underwear, but I didn't move. My mother thought I was asleep and didn't move either, just sleeping like that. I heard her breathing was very even, knowing she was probably fast asleep. I slowly and gently slid my thighs off hers, parting her other thigh a little as well. (Actually, at that moment I felt my mother...) My body temperature was high, and my penis was hard, pressed against my mother's thigh. I could feel that my mother was really asleep, and my hands started to wander. I slowly moved my hand to my mother's vulva, gently stroking it through her panties. Occasionally, I could feel the pubic hair under her panties, but just touching her like that didn't satisfy me. I suddenly remembered that the man from that day had put his hand inside my mother's panties and touched her. I thought I should do the same. I moved my hand from above my mother's panties to below her panties, my hand just barely touching the pubic hair. As soon as I stepped outside, Mom woke up and yanked my hand out of her underwear. I was terrified; my penis, which had been hard, went limp instantly. I didn't dare move and just pretended to be asleep. Mom held my hand for a while before letting go, without saying anything, then turned over and went back to sleep. I don't know how I slept that night; I dreamt of being beaten by Mom and Dad. When I woke up in the morning, I found Mom was already up, but I didn't dare get up either, still pretending to be asleep. A little while later, Mom called me, "Get up and eat!" I didn't move. Mom came over and took the blanket away, "Get up quickly!" I opened my eyes, still pretending to be sleepy, and looked at Mom. Mom didn't seem angry; she was the same as usual. "Get up quickly!" I agreed and got up to eat with Mom. Everything seemed like nothing had happened. I even wondered if I was dreaming, but I knew it wasn't. Maybe Mom had forgiven me. Anyway, another day passed with a lot of chaotic thoughts. That night, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with Mom again. Mom initially disagreed, but I said I was afraid to sleep alone. Finally, Mom said, "Then take..." You can sleep with Mom using your own blanket, that's fine, at least I can sleep in the same bed with Mom. After we slept, I realized Mom had tucked the blanket under her thighs. To get my hand in, I had to pull the blanket out from under her thighs. I don't know how long I waited, but I felt Mom was fast asleep before I slowly pulled the blanket out from under her feet, little by little. I finally managed to get it to the edge of her underwear. Actually, that would have been enough; I just needed to lower myself a bit, and my hand could have gone in. This time, I didn't try from above, but from the edge of her underwear, and only with one finger. Just as I touched her pubic hair and a little bit of flesh, Mom noticed and pulled my hand out. Then she covered me with the blanket and went back to sleep. The next day, it was like nothing had happened. Really, I don't know why. Four days in a row ended in failure. Sometimes I wonder, Mom clearly knows why she still wants me to sleep with her. She could have just refused me; what could I say? I really don't understand. On the fifth night, I did what I always did, but this time when I touched her pubic hair, Mom didn't move. Sigh... Was Mom really fast asleep and unaware that I was touching her? I was so excited! I tentatively reached down again, and finally, my finger went inside Mom's vagina. The opening seemed very deep, and it was hot and moist. My finger remained inside Mom's vagina, feeling its temperature. I would occasionally move it slightly; it was quite smooth. During this time, I took my finger out once to smell it. To be honest, there was no smell, not even a hint of musky odor. I put it back in. Later, I even took my penis out and rubbed it against Mom's thighs until I ejaculated onto her stomach. I even used my finger to dab some of the semen. I put some semen in my mother's vagina, but not much. That night was unforgettable. I succeeded, and I secretly rejoiced in my success. When I woke up the next day, I found that my mother was still the same as usual. I was happy for the whole day. (Actually, my mother knew, but she just didn't stop me at the time. That's a story for later, my mother told me.) I was still naively thinking that my mother didn't know. But for the next five days, my mother wouldn't let me sleep with her. No matter what I said, she wouldn't let me. I was disappointed again. Until one day, five days later, my hope was rekindled. That was the day I had sex with my mother.

It was Saturday afternoon. Mom said she was going out to dinner with her colleagues that evening. I was very sensitive, so I said, "Mom, I want to go too." Mom knew what I was afraid of. She said, "They're all just older women. Why are you going?" I said I wanted to go, and if you didn't take me, I'd sneak off by myself. Mom knew there was nothing wrong with it, so she took me. It really was just some older women, which reassured me a lot. These women could drink quite a bit, and when they were drunk, they'd say anything, as if I didn't exist. Mom was also a little drunk that day, but much better than those women. After all, with me there, Mom didn't drink as much. After we got home, Mom went to her room to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep. Was this my chance? Maybe, maybe not. But no matter what, I felt like I could still touch Mom's vagina today. I put on a pair of shorts and ran to Mom's room, got into bed, and went under her covers. Although Mom was a little drunk, she still pushed me away... I went back to my room to sleep. I refused to leave, saying that Mom was drunk and I needed to take care of her. I told her I would leave after she fell asleep. Mom tried to push me away for a while, but when she couldn't, she gave up and turned over to sleep. Soon, Mom started snoring softly. I was so excited! I took off my underwear, hugged Mom naked, and kept rubbing my buttocks against hers. I even put my hand inside her tank top to touch her breasts. Although they weren't big, they were soft and felt great. But what I really wanted to touch was Mom's vagina. However, Mom was lying on her side, so I couldn't reach inside. I could only put my hand under her underwear and touch her pubic hair and a little bit of flesh. I was already very excited by that. I continued touching her pubic hair and that little bit of flesh, rubbing my penis against her buttocks. I don't know how long I did this, but I felt... I felt my mother's thighs slowly lifting, and my hand gradually moved downwards until I could touch her entire vulva. Her pubic hair was so thick, her vulva so warm. I inserted one finger; it was still so hot and moist. I kept switching fingers, until all five fingers were inside her. I felt her vulva getting even hotter, and each time my fingers came out, it was wet. My mother stopped moaning and started breathing unevenly. I knew what I was going to do: I was going to fuck her, I was going to put my penis inside her. But her thighs were raised, and my penis couldn't reach. I didn't dare to lie on top of her to fuck her. I could only try to push forward, getting my penis closer to her vulva. At that moment, I didn't think about anything else; I just wanted to put my penis inside. As I got closer to my mother's vulva… At that moment, I used my hand inside my mother's underwear to push my penis into her vagina. I could probably fit the glans and a little bit of my penis in. When I took my hand away, my penis would come out. I readjusted the angle, moved my body down a bit, and tried to push my penis in again, but it could only go in halfway. It was okay, better than not going in at all. I took my hand out of my mother's underwear, held my mother's erect thighs with both hands, and pushed forward, but I couldn't feel any thrusting. I just felt it was very hot and wet inside, and my penis was getting more and more uncomfortable. Without any preparation, I ejaculated inside my mother's vagina. After I ejaculated the last drop, I immediately went to my mother's bedside table, took out a lot of toilet paper, and used a large piece to wipe my mother's vagina. It got wet, so I took another large piece. After wiping my mother, I wiped myself and, imitating my mother, threw the paper into the toilet and flushed it away.

My penis was a little soft after ejaculating, but it immediately became hard again. I knew this wasn't real sex, and I wanted more. I went back to my mother's room, still hard. I turned on the bedside lamp and saw my mother's spread thighs, with some semen still on her pubic hair. But she immediately turned the light off. I turned it back on, and she turned it off again. Fine, I thought of that man. I took off my mother's panties and threw them on the floor. I climbed on top of her, pulled up her vest, and started kissing her breasts and nipples, just like when I was a baby nursing. My mother let out a soft moan and touched my back. I couldn't wait to thrust my penis into her again. It wasn't as hard as I'd imagined. Once inside, her vagina felt so warm, so smooth, so wet. I imitated that man's movements, starting with slow thrusting, but then pulling out a long section before forcefully plunging it back in. Every time I did this, my mother would moan, "Ah...ah~ ah~" Yes, that's my mom's moaning! I was so excited! I sped up, my cock going in and out of her pussy, making squelching sounds. Mom was moaning too, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~". I don't know how long I fucked her, but I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I sped up again, finally shooting my semen into her pussy with all my might. At that moment, it felt like all my strength was focused on my cock, and all my muscles felt incredibly tense. It was the most pleasurable ejaculation I'd ever had. After I finished, I lay on top of my mom. She was breathing weakly and lightly. Soon, I felt my cock slide out of her pussy. I didn't wipe her pussy; I just lay down next to her and fell asleep.

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