Chapter 2

I kept wandering around the door of the unit downstairs, a little angry and waiting for the bad man who fucked my mother to come out with some anticipation. Somehow, I was so nervous that my body trembled.

I know I can't do anything, but I still want to meet him, maybe because of my pretty self-esteem, I deceive myself and feel that I pretended not to know anything from beginning to end.

Not long after, the man came down and I forced myself to face him. He seemed to have noticed me and looked at me for a short time.

I first took my eyes away and it turned out that I felt guilty. Damn, it was not my fault, why am I false?

I cursed in my heart. After a few minutes, I waited until the man walked away and slowly walked towards the house.

After I opened the door with the key, I pretended to be calm and threw my schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, and said, "I'm back."There was no response. I heard a vague sound of water coming from the bathroom. It turned out that my mother was taking a shower. It was probably because the sound of water was too loud and I couldn't hear it.

I think it is very necessary to let my mother understand that I did not come back early at the inappropriate time, increase the volume, and shout again, Mom.At this time, my mother's voice finally came from the bathroom: My son is back, mom is taking a shower... You go back to the room to do your homework first... Her tone has a nervous smell that was sensitively captured by me. Take a bath. I need to tell me that you are taking a bath and you have nothing else to do?I laughed at myself and asked me to go back to my room to do my homework, afraid that I would not be able to see anything, and I saw everything I shouldn't have seen.

I picked up my schoolbag and passed by my parents' door again on the way back to the room. The door was still empty. Just an hour ago, a live erotic bed still messed up. It seemed that my mother was in a hurry to clean up and had not had time to clean up the lewd big bed.

I went back to my hut, closed the door, and quietly thought about what happened today alone.

I think this man should be my mother's leader. I don't know whether he used his power or his skills to get involved with my mother. It's definitely not the first time today. Maybe they have been secretly spending a long time in Chen Cang and keep my dad and me in the dark, but I think he and my mother should not be together for too long, because my mother's words reveal a regret for losing her virginity. She always feels that her mother has not been completely conquered by him. There is still a kind of persistence and desire in her words, persistence for chastity and desire to return to her identity as a good wife and mother.

Although my mother was passive in the whole process, I think she should not completely reject this kind of adultery, because if my mother was a chaste and fierce woman and was forced to do so, this kind of thing would definitely not happen in her home. She was lying on her wedding bed, looking at her and my dad's wedding photos, and being fucked by a man. No one believed it was rape.

But I also think that my mother is not so lewd that she likes to be fucked on her parents' wedding bed. This kind of thing must be the man's idea. My mother must be playing this kind of moral game that challenges her moral bottom line in his coercion and temptation.

And the stronger the physical satisfaction after the incident, the stronger the guilt in my heart. My mother must have been extremely satisfied today, so she would say that if she doesn’t have the next time.

I strongly felt that they would definitely have next time, and maybe countless times... My desire to peep has increased geometrically. I want to peek at my mother's body, my mother's psychology, my mother's lewdness when she was fucked, and everything about her.

After this incident, my mother completely returned to normal in front of me. She was always dignified and elegant mature feminine, and she could not see the lewdness behind her back.

But after this incident, my mother seemed to be a little different in my eyes. Every move, every frown and smile was sensitively perceived by me. I can now judge her more accurately as a woman. The pair of straight breasts on her chest that were about to burst into white shirts with lotus edges were once kneaded in the man's hands, the plump and fleshy butt wrapped in slim-cut professional skirt, how they were once hit by men, how they were full and slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings under the short narrow skirt, how they were once carried onto their shoulders by men.

Why didn’t I realize these before?

I really should have looked at my mother from a different perspective.

My mother is really a beauty, with a standard oval face, her big eyes seem to be able to speak, there are almost no wrinkles on her face, and the subtle crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are not ugly at all, but it makes her look more mature and womanly charming.

The person who is almost forty years old has not distorted his figure. He is tall, with a bulge in front and a squint back, a 167-year-old figure, straight and slender legs, tall and plump breasts, a big butt as thick as a full moon, a soft waist, and a slightly protruding belly. It is full of figure than the little girl, but it is never bloated. It can be said to be round and smooth. My mother's butt sways from side to side when she walks, with grace and charm. All of this seems so charming now.

I seemed to feel the soft body under my clothes, imagine how it was exposed to the air, and could see it blew the waves of flesh under the impact of the man's body.

I thought it would be great if I could see through, what is the B that was once fucked so much now, is it still wet, I can't wait to see it again, seeing the incredible charming look exposed to the damp air when the clothes were stripped off.

However, I didn't seem to have the chance to satisfy my wish. For a long time, I never discovered my mother's love again, and I never met that man who came to fuck my mother at home.

I think there must be something going on between them, but I didn't meet them, because I couldn't escape all the classes and stayed at home all day long.

They have a lot of opportunities to fuck their pussy at home, not to mention that they definitely have other more secret places to fuck, and I didn't have the chance to find out.

One day after school, I came home one day, and as usual, there was no one at home. I had a sudden idea of ​​bored opening my mother's closet to satisfy my curiosity. Of course, what I was interested in was mainly underwear and stockings.

My mother's underwear is stacked neatly together, with a relatively plain color, mainly white and flesh-colored. There are also one or two black pairs, but the style is generally trendy. Although it is not thongs, it is mostly fabric-saving and can just wrap the pussy. The butt eggs are basically thrown outside, and the material of the underwear is also very thin and hollowed-out pattern.

I think from the choice of underwear, I can see that my mother must be a sulky woman with a traditional virtuous side of women, but she cannot resist the passionate desire in her heart.

What made me even more crazy is my mother's stockings. This is the first time I have seen so many stockings piled up together, flesh-colored, silver-gray, black stockings of varying thickness and pantyhose shining with a lewd luster. I caressed the smooth texture of the stockings and involuntarily released my already swollen cock out of the cage.

Mom, don’t you know that these stockings will inspire men’s animality?

Although you need to wear professional skirts to meet customers when working in an insurance company, and wearing stockings is a job requirement, don’t you know how to restrain yourself?

You seem to think you are happy, you must be sexy, you must be!

I put my mother's stockings on my cock and moved it, slowly getting better.

Son, your family Ah?Suddenly, my mother's voice came. I was immediately able to get sludge in the HIGH, and my cock was so scared that I felt soft.

I paniced and put on my pants and closed the cabinet door, responded, and walked out of my parents' door with sweat.

My mother's bag is in the living room, but the person is not there.

Son, I'll take a shower first and cook for you later.The sound of water sounded in the bathroom. It turned out that my mother was taking a shower again. Why did she have to take a shower every time she came home? I muttered.

I suddenly remembered that my mother took off her underwear in the bathroom must have been placed in the basin of the bathroom outside the bathroom. My mother is used to washing clothes after taking a shower.

I could just touch the underwear that also had my mother's body temperature. My obsession with my mother's clothes prompted me to walk into the bathroom separated from my mother. Sure enough, there was my mother's clothes in the basin.

The first thing I picked up was my mother's stockings. Today, my mother was wearing a pair of iron-gray pantyhose. I excitedly spread it in my hand, Ah!

What's going on!

A big hole was torn into the crotch of my mother's pantyhose, could it be!

I almost screamed as if I had discovered a baby, and continued to rummage in the basin to find more powerful evidence to verify my discovery.

My mother's underwear... My hands were trembling, and I turned the inside over. The dry and hard yellow lumps were smelling a fishy smell. I was so familiar with what this is. Sure enough, my mother was still being fucked by that man without expecting it.

Mom, you are such a slut.

I put my clothes back in the basin with relief, thinking it would be better when I could watch the live performance again.

I didn't expect to observe my mother's clothes change. After this discovery, I observed my mother's stockings and underwear every day. As expected, I could find something almost every few days. Even if there were semen spots on my underwear, I often had pantyhose pussy tear. It was really lewd. My slutty mom, you kept saying that you shouldn't have a next time. This is your actual manifestation. It's your inconvenience, and you compromised with the desires of your body and became addicted to it.

Although you take a shower and wash your underwear that has evidence of your lust, can this cleanse your chastity?

My father probably was still in the dark, and I don’t know when I will get it.

Another weekend afternoon a month later, my father went on a business trip and would not come back in the past few days. My mother and I were at home. Because I had good grades, they didn't care much about me. After lunch, they sat in the living room to watch TV.

My mother cleans the house, wiping the table and sweeping the floor and other common housework. Today, she always feels like she has something to worry about, absent-minded, and she gets distracted as she wipes the table, her eyes are blurred, and her red lips are slightly closed. I sensitively feel that there is something wrong. Do you want to steal someone again? That man's dick is really so useful?

While watching TV, I glanced at my mother. She didn't wear a skirt today. She was wearing a thin squid red tight wool sweater on her upper body and a pair of beige trousers on her lower body. The marks of her underwear were clearly revealed when she bent over.

The towering peaks under the wool sweater made me think randomly and I couldn't watch the TV.

Suddenly the phone rang at home, and my mother trembled in panic, and then pretended to be calm: Look for my phone number, I'll go inside to answer.I found that I had been staring at her, and seemed a little uneasy, a little angry and pretended to be a mother, saying fiercely: I have been watching TV for a whole afternoon, and I haven’t gone to study yet, that’s true!Turn around and flash into the bedroom.

Our phone is the type of child mother machine, the living room is the host machine, and the extension installed in the parents' bedroom.

I think the strange thing is why you have to go far and go to use the extension. There must be a problem. An excitement hits you in my mind and I want to find out what it is.

I didn't dare to blatantly use the living room host to eavesdrop, because I didn't know if the sound of the host I was hooked up here would be discovered by the alert mother. I could only use the way of using the partition wall to hear it. I followed the door with curiosity and secretly followed outside the bedroom door. My mother covered the door with a faint look, and my mother's voice could still be heard inside.

Didn’t I say don’t call the phone at home? Why are you like this? Ah... I just asked for it two days ago and I really can’t stand you.My blood rushed to the top of my head, both with the joy that finally made me catch and the inexplicable loss of my mother.

My mother's voice felt like she was complaining, but she didn't hate the other person very much. She felt a kind of hesitation. The other person was naturally the man who fucked her pussy. My mother's attitude was different from the last time I peeped. I could easily distinguish this change.

No, don't come... Damn, I want to come to my house.I'm here... pervert... okay, I'm dead.

Alas, it seems that my mother has been eaten to death by that man, and now she is on call.

I was about to flash, but I saw through the crack of the door that my mother was not in a hurry to get up and came out. She sat on the edge of the bed without moving. After a long time, she sighed lightly, got up and started to take off her wool sweater, and then took off her trousers, until the small fabric covering the three points was removed and her plump body was exposed to the air.

Chi stood in front of the wardrobe, staring at the body in the floor-to-ceiling mirror beside the cabinet door, not moving for a long time, then didn't know what he remembered, frowned shyly, shook his head, and then opened the wardrobe.

I don’t have many opportunities to see my mother naked. I have only had a few times in my memory since I was a child. I admit that I was hard.

Thinking that my mother's beautiful body was wrapped in exquisite wrapping paper and was about to be sent to be ravaged by that bastard, my heart was grabbed.

What surprised me even more happened. My mother chose flesh-colored pantyhose and put it on her slender legs. I suddenly realized that the order of wearing was wrong. Don’t underwear be worn inside pantyhose? Why don’t you wear stockings without underwear?

Damn, I realized that my mother wanted to send her pussy without wearing underwear. It must have been asked by the man on the phone. Why did the mother, a slutty woman, agree to everything, and now she is obedient.

I felt unhappy because my subconscious mind still had a slight fantasy about my mother's chastity. My body fell, and at least I still retained something familiar to me in my heart, such as my usual self-esteem and persistence like a strong woman. Now my fantasy is shattered.

It is undeniable that my mother is even more charming when wearing stockings. Her round and slender legs and plump buttocks are like oil-like, exuding a lewd luster. If these are all covetous, then the frontal scene can be crazy. The pubic hair is faintly visible under the thin silk, as if a shadow of an inverted triangle attracts men to fill the fertile gully.

My mother wore a black silk skirt that was just knee-length, and then put on a burgundy low-neck tight knit sweater. Her figure was undoubtedly revealed. The two big white rabbits towered like shells to the point of deformation, and her fat buttocks were outlined by the silk skirt to the full moon. You can imagine the scene of my mother shaking up and down when she walked around, and shaking back and backward.

Son, mother has to work overtime when she has something to do in the office. You can watch less TV at home and then go to read books for a while. Do you hear it?While greeting me, my mother bent down to wear those exquisite black patent leather stilettos in the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.

My mother's jade feet are so beautiful, small, with her arches bent high, and her toes are fleshy and tidy. Through the stockings, you can see that the toenails are painted red. The protrusions of her ankles are like pearls, revealing her sexy at all times.

At this time, I didn't have time to appreciate it and was immediately attracted by another kind of sexiness. When my mother bent down, the two big white rabbits almost poked out half of their bodies. The low sweater collar could not stop the spring scenery in the garden, and a coquettish scent blew towards me.

My son, I'm leaving. I'm going to be good at home. Have you heard of it?This moment is a kind expression of a kind wife and mother that I am familiar with. I believe this is not a pretending, but a true expression of maternal love, but the rippling spring love that comes to life will immediately occupy the same face savagely.

Shortly after my mother left, I followed out and decided to follow me. I would not let go of such a good opportunity. I want to see where they are living.

From a distance, I saw my mother get into a tricycle that solicited passengers. I waited for it to drive a distance before getting on another tricycle. Master, follow me closely in front of me, hurry up!The three-wheeled man looked at me with a very strange look before following me.

Along the way, I kept guiding him to hurry up and slow down, I was afraid of losing and being exposed.The master gradually found the feeling that he could do this job well without my reminder.

Boy, you know the woman sitting in the car in front of you. I have been doing business here and I often notice her. Such a beautiful woman will never forget her at first glance. This woman is so sexy. She must be very excited on the bed.The master teased vulgarly.

I felt very uncomfortable. Since he knew that I knew him and dared to say that, he naturally guessed that I was going to catch the rape. However, even if he knew that this woman was a slut, it was not appropriate to say Ah in front of her acquaintance. It must have been teased by me as a half-baby who had no hair on her mouth. I definitely wouldn't be the woman's husband, but naturally it might be her son.

Thinking of this, I said embarrassedly without saying a word.

My mother took the three-wheeled round and stopped in front of a seven-story residential building. It was actually not far from my home. It was a few streets away. It belonged to the family area of ​​the cotton mill. Because these were all old houses, there were naturally many for rent. There were two real estate agents at the intersection that I just came in.

My mother looked around in panic and confirmed that she had no acquaintance before she walked up the stairs.

My three-wheeler stopped far behind, and I hurriedly paid and followed.

My heart was thumping. It was not possible for people with my personality to do well. I was very nervous and afraid of being discovered, but I didn't want to give up. I wanted to go further, so I tiptoed on my toes and took two steps up the stairs, trying to be fast and light, with almost no footsteps.

Fortunately, there was no one in the stairs, and no one noticed my suspicious actions like a thief.

Finally, I heard the crisp footsteps of my mother's high heels hitting the ground. This sound is very familiar to me and there is no mistake.

I slowed down and followed slowly. Finally, my mother stopped, and the sound of the key opening and then the door closed. I never saw my mother during the whole process. I was afraid that she would find it, but now I can be sure that she entered the door on the fifth floor. There are two doors on the fifth floor, so it should not be difficult to eliminate it.

I put my ears on both doors and listened. The sound insulation effect of the security door was very good and I couldn't hear the sound at all.

The purpose has been basically achieved. Although the fact that my mother is being ravaged inside makes me feel like a cat, I can only leave.

I originally wanted to find a secluded place downstairs to stay until they came out, but I think they won't be able to finish it for a while. And if my mother goes straight to her home after they come out, I'm worried that I won't have time to get home in front of her.

This place must be a cannon rented by the man, which is specially used to fight with his mother, because his mother also has the key here.

I really don’t know what to do next. I spent the whole afternoon in an irritable and excited mood, walking around the house constantly, walking can help thinking, it seems that this time there is no effect.

The plane, there is only the plane... I walked closer to my mother's wardrobe and picked up a pair of shredded pork to take off the plane. Forty minutes ago, my mother was still standing here. Where is her mother now? She was fucked violently by a strong man who could conquer her on a bed.

Today, my plane and my mother's cheating should be carried out at the same time. I was very excited when I thought of this. Not long after, a thick sperm of semen sprayed on my mother's stockings.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and my mother didn't come back yet, it was more than two hours.

My God, it’s not over after fucking for so long, my mother’s pussy will not be swollen.

At this time, the phone call came, and it was my mother: Son, mom has to work overtime tonight, come back later, you can go downstairs to have supper, and go to bed after dinner.Son, do you understand?obedient.My mother was a little breathless when she spoke, as if she was trying her best to control herself, but I still heard something strange.

I see.

Well, my son is good, my mother will come back after she finishes her work. Goodbye.Ah…

The moment before my mother hung up the phone, I clearly heard the moan that my mother had heard once but was extremely familiar. Although it was not big, it was still clearly captured by me.

The man was still fucking my mother's pussy. It must have been my mother who wanted to call me just now. At my mother's strong request, I stopped thrusting for a while. In the end, the man must have fucked hard and pushed the mother's stamen.

My mother started fucking before she could hang up the phone. If he hadn't been able to wait, she would have done a prank on purpose.

No matter what purpose it is, I think this man is definitely a lust. If he is the first purpose, then he is definitely an authentic lust. He is still so eager after two or three hours of fucking, and his desire is strong and his health is good. If it is the latter purpose, then this bastard must like the lustful wife or the lustful mother. Knowing the taboos, he deliberately touched it. My mother fell into his hands and could only end up crying, crying, talking nonsense, crawling all over the bed, and saliva flying. After each incident, the pussy will be swollen for three or five days before it can be eliminated.

My mother hasn't come back at 10 o'clock in the evening. I want to wait for her. For no reason, I just want to see her and see how this mature woman with a dignified appearance and lewd inside is fucked for an afternoon and one night, and then she went home to face her son.