Chapter 30 Father's Pre-lude Mother

Sitting in the living room for a while, I finally couldn't help but feel bored. I took out my cell phone, clicked on WeChat, and sent a message to my mother: Mom, are you sleeping?

After waiting for a while, I saw my mother’s reply: Well, I’m ready to go to bed, so you can go to bed early too.

It seems that my mother is really hiding from me. It’s not that my desire is so high now. After all, I only ejaculated three times yesterday, and today’s desire is not too strong, but my mother’s perfunctory attitude made me a little angry. After a moment of calmness, an idea flashed through my mind.

I washed up and wore a pair of boxer underwear, revealing my strong muscles and knocked on my parents' door.

Dad, have you slept?

Not yet, come in.Dad's voice came from inside the door.

I opened the door and went in. My parents were lying on the bed playing with their phones. My father was only wearing a pair of loose pajama pants. My mother was wearing that purple silk nightgown. A thin cold quilt was placed on her belly, showing some of her snow-white skin.

What's wrong, don't sleep yet?Dad asked.

When I thought about living on campus tomorrow, I couldn't sleep.I pretended to be a frightened bird.

Hey, I'm also talking about a man, I swear in the daytime, but now I know I can't sleep anymore?It’s not surprising that my dad laughed, it’s the first time after all.

Well, I don’t know why, I’m just a little scared.I am not ashamed, and I am openly showing my weakness.

My mother hadn’t noticed my intention yet, so she put away her phone and smiled slightly: I haven’t seen you as brave as you are.

I'll sleep with you tonight. I'll leave tomorrow. It feels like I've left home from now on.I can see the picture.

Let's go, today our family of three is in contact with each other.Although my father was a little surprised, he also felt it was reasonable and agreed without any hesitation.

But my mother's face changed slightly. When my father finished speaking, she said: It's so old, what do you think of sleeping together?

Before I could speak, my father spoke first: What does it matter? It’s just one night, and I haven’t had a good chat with my son for a long time.

Without waiting for my mother to react, I quickly jumped between them and said happily: Dad, mom, you guys fall asleep a little bit, I want to sleep in the middle.

Although the bed is big and the air conditioning is sufficient, it is still a bit hot in the summer of June. But I still pulled the quilt over and covered it with my mouth. I chatted with my dad in a mess, but my hand hidden in the quilt reached out to my mother inch by inch.

Yes, that's right, I admit that I won't touch you anymore, but you promised to help me, right?Yes, mom?

My hand quickly touched my mother's plump thighs. My mother, who had been silent, was shocked and immediately held my hand tightly, trying to pull my hand away.

But how could I give up at this moment? While chatting with my father, I firmly put my hand on my mother's thigh and gradually wanted to move closer to the triangle area.

To be honest, my desire is not strong at this moment. It seems tough, but in fact I am just expressing an attitude to my mother: if the mountain is not just me, I will be the mountain.

When will you take your girlfriend home? Let your mother and I see it too.Dad lay flat on his side and continued to speak.

Okay, I have the opportunity to let you see it, but my vision is slightly worse than yours.I joked and my hand that reached out to my mother's triangle area was still moving forward unwaveringly.

Feeling my mother's obstruction, I spoke directly: Mom, your hand has pressed my hand, let it go a little.

Mom was shocked when she heard this, and her hands were relaxed instantly. She paused for two seconds. Seeing that her father had no reaction, she spoke and made an impatient tone: You have to come over, but you feel like you are squeezing yourself and get out.

Dad, look, my mom dislikes me.My fingers were made clear, and finally put them on my mother's vagina through my nightgown and underwear.

My mother put her hand on my hand again, but this time she no longer dared to use force, for fear that I would say something amazing.

The lights in the bedroom were dim, and my father was still browsing the video of his mobile phone, and responded with a smile: It's a bit hot, let alone your mother, I even dislike you a little.

Under the cool quilt, my hands began to gently rub my mother's vagina through the clothes. The silky nightgown felt good, and my hands were not very moved, and only my middle finger was slightly moving up and down.

My mother felt her sensitive flower stamen being fiddled by her son, and she pursed her lips tightly. Her husband was right next to her. She didn't dare to make any strange sounds. After forcibly enduring for a while, her thighs flipped, and she turned her back to me. My hand was naturally squeezed out. At the same time, she cooperated to yawn.

Dad, tell me how you chased my mom, I will learn two tricks too.My hand that was under the cold quilt reached out to my mother's honey buttocks again, and it was round and perky, and the silky nightgown made me unable to let go.

Haha, I remember that as soon as your mother entered university, many people were targeted. By chance, your mother happened to enter the school publicity department...... Dad put down his phone and started telling that the story was still the same story, but the perspectives were different, and the content was different.

But the same thing is my unclean hands and feet. Listening to my father's story, my fingers slid into my mother's crotch along her silky nightgown and climbed into her vagina again.

My mother's thighs were tightly clamped, and with the barrier of her nightgown, my fingers crossed my mother's anus and she no longer had the opportunity to make progress.

Feeling the tight thighs tremble slightly, I smiled slightly, pulled my fingers out, slowly leaning down a few times, crossed the hem of my nightgown, and directly inserted my hand between my closed thighs. The smooth and plump thigh flesh could not stop my fingers from moving forward. In the cramped legs, my fingers quickly touched my mother's soft stamen again.

My mother trembled gently, took a deep breath, and then remained silent. She just turned up the volume of the phone, the sound of the video in the phone became louder, and the movements of my fingertips gradually became louder.

My father was unaware of it and was still telling the past of love. I was like a supporting actor, answering two sentences from time to time, indicating that I was stopping. In fact, 90% of my energy was already on my mother.

As my fingertips circled on her tender stamens, my mother's body began to tremble slightly, and her plump and tender thighs unknowingly opened a little gap so that my hands could caress her sensitive vagina more easily.

Feeling my mother's gradually wet panties, I smiled slightly in my heart. I don't know if it was because my mother's body was so sensitive, or if her son's playing with her in front of her husband made her unable to control herself.

In any case, her body is always not as strong as her words.

I, who was not very sexually desire, also got sexually excited at this moment, and my penis rose up briskly. Because I was lying flat, I wonder if my penis had already pushed up the cold quilt. Fortunately, my father also had the same sleeping position, so there was no need to worry about being seen by him.

Dad was obviously trapped in memories and said in a melancholy tone: I know that your mother is from the literature department, and I have read a few classic books specifically to make some topics when chatting with her......

Mom, do you know these?My middle finger pressed heavily on my mother's stamen and asked in a teasing way.

Ah?What?My mother's voice was lazy and charming, as if she had just woken up, but her tight legs told her tension and anxiety at this moment.

My fingers did not pause, and continued to caress her flower stamens and flower paths through my underwear, and said: Dad said that in order to chase you, I have read several famous books. Do you know this?

Dad smiled proudly: It seems that he has never told your mother, she shouldn't know.

Mom paused and continued to answer in a lazy accent: I don’t seem to know, stop talking, go to bed early, and have to go to work tomorrow.After saying that, he didn't care about us and turned off the bedside lights. The room suddenly fell into darkness. Only my mother's mobile phone screen emitted the only light source. Then my mother turned off the phone and the only light source disappeared.

Hi, what does it matter if it’s late? My son and I are having a happy chat.

It's okay, mom, go to bed first, and my dad and I will chat for a while.The room was dark and I became even more bold. My fingers slid into the edge of my mother's underwear and directly touched my mother's wet and slippery vagina. The slippery Yuhu seemed very welcoming to my fingers. The plump pubic tender flesh was separated on both sides, just fitting my whole heel middle finger, and the fingertips were pressed against the smooth stamens and kneaded them sharply.

My mother was tight all over, and her wet jade house was played with by my magic claws. She even let out a sad moan: Yes~~

This moan scared my hair to the point where my whole body was tense. My fingers immediately stopped moving, and carefully paid attention to my father's reaction.

Fortunately, my mother reacted very quickly. After a um, she immediately replied: Let’s talk to you guys, I’ll go to the guest room to go to bed first.

It also disturbed you, right?My acting skills are not inferior, so I immediately followed up to make the picture reasonable again.

My mother got up and got out of bed, ignored me, stretched her waist, and said again, and then said: I'm sleepy, good night.

OK, then you go to bed first.My father didn't notice that something was wrong, so he continued to chat with me when his mother went out.

Without my mother by my side, I really have no interest in listening to the old past events. I persisted for more than ten minutes and yawned: Dad, I'm sleepy, too.

Then go to bed, I'm almost sleepy.Yawning seems to be contagious, and dad yawned and was sleepy.

OK, go to bed.

The room just became quiet for a moment. Since I woke up late this morning, I was not too sleepy now. I was just waiting quietly in the dark. After waiting for about a few minutes, my father who was sleeping beside me snores.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the snoring sounded like thunder. I finally spoke and tentatively: Dad, you snore so loudly, how can I sleep?

There was no response, I felt relieved, and then said to myself: Oh, forget it, I'd better go back to sleep.After saying that, he gently got up and got out of bed, left the door and closed it with his backhand.

Then I neither went back to my room nor went to the guest room where my mother was. I just opened and closed the door of my bedroom, and quietly walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then took out my cell phone, and observed the door of the bedroom while browsing.

It’s not my fault for being so careful. I was guilty and was afraid that my father would see something tonight. If he followed me out later and found that my mother and I were in the guest room, I would not be able to bear the consequences.

I waited in the dark living room for about twenty minutes, but my father still didn't go out. I looked at the time and it was already past twelve o'clock. It was already past their usual sleep time. Only then did I dare to be sure that my father was really unaware of it, and then tiptoed to twist the door handle of the guest room.

Unfortunately, the door was locked.

When my father is at home, my mother is obviously very wary of me and doesn’t want to give me a little chance.But, can you escape?

Tonight, I insist on letting her see my paranoia.

I took out my cell phone and edited a WeChat message for my mother: Mom, open the door.I took my cell phone when I saw my mother over.

Waiting for two minutes, there was no response. I didn't know if my mother was sleeping at this time, but I just pretended that she was not sleeping. I sent another message: Dad has been sleeping for half an hour. I will call you if the door doesn't open two minutes later. If no one answers the phone, I will knock on the door.

This is of course a threat. Knocking on the door can not only awaken your mother, but also awaken your sleeping father. At that time, it will be hard for me to say whether I will knock on the door.

I have conveyed this meaning to my mother. As for whether I can do it or not, I will never know whether it has not happened, but as long as my mother is not asleep, she will definitely open the door for me.

Sure enough, one minute after the message was sent out, I received a reply from my mother: Are you crazy?

I said that children who complete tasks can only hold their own candy in their eyes.

What if I say no?

Then I keep knocking until you open the door.

Do you still treat me as your mother?Do you have a little bit of respect for me?Have you forgotten that you promised not to touch me again?What are you doing tonight?

I could feel my mother's slow anger through the screen. I edited: You promised to help me, you have been escaping. Since you, a mother, don't keep your promise, do you still expect me, as a son, to keep your promise?Do I not respect you enough today?I pay attention to my sense of qualities throughout the day without any cross-border behavior, but what about you?I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't know when I will see you again. It's difficult for a student to take leave on weekends. Maybe the next time I go home is after the final exam, but you're hiding from me tonight. What do you want me to do?

My soft and hard work has some effect, and my mother quickly replied: Everyone said that your father is at home, what if he is discovered, do I still want to be a human being?How can you live the rest of your life?

How could I be discovered if I locked the door? How could my father find out now that he is sleeping?I think you just made an excuse, just don’t want to help me, and you don’t even want to give me the last thought.

So you threaten me?

If you are not crazy, you will not survive.I said, give my all, and even if I was greeted with greater disappointment or even despair in the end, I still hope to continue with a decisive attitude.I quietly changed my concept and beautified my behavior a little.