This summer is coming very late
After welcoming me home on holiday and holding a formal barbecue party with my family and friends, I gradually adapted to my part-time job during the summer and spent the weekends lazy with my friends.
There are not many friends left around you, it is difficult to find a job in the town, and most of them go to work elsewhere.
The people who stayed seem to have changed, and they have no feeling of being with them.
So I stayed at home most of the evening and weekends
My life was still easy in the three weeks before my mother started organizing the piano recital she promised last year.
Of course I didn't forget, I just didn't know how to deal with it
In an instinct, I decided to wait for my mother to speak up first
On a quiet Wednesday night, my mother finished reading a book, and my father was always busy with his own affairs at home and didn't like to talk much. I followed my previous thoughts and didn't take the initiative to speak.
When are you going to start practicing for a recital? Mom really brought up this topic first
I raised my head and asked in a pretense of confusion, Recital?
Mom pulled a cushion and threw it at me, don't pretend to be stupid, you know in your heart that last Christmas, and promised me to play in the church.
In the church? I pretend to rack my brains to recall
Another cushion, daddy! Mom shouted to dad
Dad looked up, first glanced at his mother, then turned to me, and then continued to look down at the book. It was a two-person ensemble, if my mind was not correct, he said
Mom and I looked at each other, and they all opened their mouths, then looked at dad together
We were all shocked by this indisputable fact. Although my father always buried his head in his own world, he really knew what was happening around him.
I think you two would better practice and let me read the book quietly for a while while he was still burying his head in the book.
Mom and I looked at each other again, and she whispered to the piano in the next room. I stood up and walked in front
Walking to the piano, I sat on the side of the piano bench, leaving some space for my mother, and then waited for her to choose some songs that she could play.
I was thinking that my mother was wearing a light and breathable skirt instead of shorts or trousers that she used to wear in summer. This was so lucky.
In fact, when I think about it carefully, she has been wearing skirts almost every day since I got home
Mom sat down, tidied her skirt with her hands, and smoothed the hem of her top covering her thighs.
You should choose it, my mother said and looked at me, knowing that I was waiting for her to choose a song
OK, I replied, flipping through the music score book, looking for a song that was not written specifically for the ensemble, a song originally used as a solo, and my mother leads the director, and I just need to play the chords easily
I was eagerly looking forward to it, and my lower body felt a little tingling because of bloodshed, and it seemed that I was having difficulty breathing.
This is not an ensemble piece, my mother complains about my choice
We can play like a person playing solo, I assured her
But which sound parts are played by me?
You can play the whole song, I play the chords on the side
Mom shrugged and started to play, my fingers intertwined, and then improvised the longer and longer chord scales
I was completely improvising randomly, just like when I was practicing improvisation with my classmates at school
Mom was really activated by this special way of playing. Not only her expression, but her whole body showed pleasure in this new playing experience.
She was so excited that she had tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face was flushed, and she looked cute and infectious.
With a chic button gesture as the end of the whole song, my mother raised her hands and turned around to give me a deep hug.
This is incredible!
She called out, Oh, this is amazing! Everyone will fall for it
Mom clapped her hands and turned to the living room
From me, I can only barely see my father's feet. He is sitting on the recliner in the corner, and he can't see his face from here.
Drew, did you hear it? Isn't it amazing?
Dad's head appeared in his sight, and he looked over from the long passage from the living room to the piano room.
What?
Our first ensemble, Ah, said, isn't it wonderful?
Oh, yes, pretty good, dad replied, very good
Mom turned to me again, let's play it again
She said as she walked back to the side of the piano bench, put her feet near the piano pedal, tidied up the hem of the lower skirt with her hands, spreading it to both sides, and putting the lower edge on the middle of her thigh, a few inches above her knees
This will make her legs more convenient for pedaling
Ready? She asked, waiting for my answer before the official start
I'm not sure I can completely repeat the improvisation I just did, but it wasn't too difficult for me. I have plenty of time to appreciate my mom's figure.
Appreciating everything about her, not only her shaking breasts and beautiful legs, but also her emotional transformation from laughing to concentration, the graceful curve of her neck, the elegant posture of her placing her hands on the keys
When I watched her concentrate on playing, there seemed to be a warm light shrouding over me and lingering around me
During the second performance, my mother was immersed in it as she was the first time and gained physical and mental pleasure and satisfaction. However, this time she shared the joy with me alone and stopped telling her father.
Want to play another song? I asked
Mom nodded eagerly and said, but I had too many parts of it, and everyone wanted to listen to you
I'll find a song that's suitable for two people to play, but now let's start practicing with you as the main focus.
Mom nodded, as if she understood that she needed more practice than me
But in the end we still have to divide the paragraphs we played equally. I promised her
But, I don't know if I can do it... Mom seems to be a little anxious suddenly
Don't worry, when the summer is over, people won't be able to hear who played which part
Mom still doesn't seem to believe it
Do you believe me? I asked
Mom's face relaxed and she smiled and said, "I always believe in you."
OK, the next song requires a lot of foot support. What shoes are you wearing today?
I put my hand on my mother's knee and gently pushed it, looking down
Mom also cooperated to raise her legs and let me see her feet
That's great. This move made her loose skirt take off a little higher, and most of her thighs were exposed.
Well... Maybe you should play barefootly, I suggest
So my mother shook off her shoes, raised her jade feet on tiptoe, and stepped on her toes on the pedal, which also made the skirt slide upward from the base of her legs. I nodded to express my satisfaction.
This song is more difficult, we had to stop and start over many times, but it was very interesting
Every time we stopped, my mother always patted my thigh with her left hand, indicating that she was encouraged to do a good job.
When we enter the third movement, I suggest we all play with one hand
At first, my right hand was clumsy between us, but as the song went on, my body needed to get close to her side, so I wrapped my waist around her waist and put my hand on her butt
Mom put her free left hand on my thigh
Every time I successfully played, I gently pinched my legs instead of patting them again
In response, I pulled her body towards me so that I could completely wrap around her slender waist and put my hands on her upper abdomen, just under her heavy chest
I'm just as happy as if I'm in heaven
We have practiced this song many times to study how to play it better
At first we just played the keys in front of us, but it seems that neither of us played better when we were limited to the high and low scales.
Most of the time, we still focus on the scale in front of us, and occasionally we will intersperse our hands in front of each other to play.
This is not a problem for my mother, but I accidentally touch the front and lower edges of my mother's left chest
My mother seemed to have ignored my movements, even when I held her waist with my hands, she leaned her against my arm that touched her breasts from time to time.
My mother's arm never touched my chest, and I lacked the opportunity to interact properly, but the hand she placed on my thigh slipped a few times, and finally placed it near my groin, gently rubbing between my jeans with her fingers.
I can always feel the touch of that hand, no matter how interesting the song was at that time
We played for a long time, and there was almost no rest in the middle
I imitated my mother to put my hand on her left thigh, and no longer put her waist
The fingers were also trying to slowly insert them between the legs
But she is different from me, and I put my hands on my smooth thighs, not on my jeans
When I first put my hands on it, my mother's thighs were covered with a thin layer of skirt, but every time I pulled the skirt a little, and finally my hands were completely touching the delicate skin.
Just like my arm rubbing against my chest, my mother didn't care at all that hand I placed on her thigh
Now I am getting deeper and deeper in the paradise of happiness
This is not only a sight to see the plum blossoms and quench thirst like the underwear between my mother's legs, but a truly touching this holy land. This is a veritable paradise
In my mind, I imagined my mother's underwear for a short distance from her hand, and wondered what color she was wearing today, whether it was yellow or dark red to match her clothes?
Or is it simple pure white?
Finally we stopped and rested for a long time, picking a new song to play, everyone holding a score in their hands, and our other hand was of no help in the selection of songs.
They were still in place, each holding a piece of their thighs loosely
As we discussed the candidate song, my mother's free hand suddenly seemed to become less settled
She lazily grabbed the inside of her jeans
I think she might not have done it on purpose. This may be her subconscious action when she concentrates on thinking, but my response was carefully considered
I tentatively moved the index finger that was farthest close to the underwear a little bit. Seeing that she didn't care, I moved it a little bit more.
Soon, my whole palm stroked the tender flesh on the inner side of my mother's thighs. Although I was not as hard as her, my palm was stiff and still, but my fingers were gently pinching.
Now, things are happening under your nose
I knew my mother noticed my little movement, but she didn't show it at all. However, I knew in my heart that she felt it, but she let it happen without stopping it!
We decided on the next song and then we started to discuss how to play it
At this time, my mother listened with all her attention, and I gently stroked the delicate skin on the inner side of her thigh with my little finger.
I immediately noticed that although my mother's expression was very focused, her eyes suddenly flashed downwards. She had already realized my caress. Although her head still remained motionless, the tone of her speech did not change at all.
This is obviously a cross-border, neither a friendly slap or a squeaking
This is the caress of the most delicate and sensitive part of her. It is less than two inches away from her underwear. My intention is clear.
My mother blinked twice, but I didn't stop and continued to stroke her with my little finger. Although the movements were gentle and slow, the caress continued.
We have been discussing the song, and it is undeniable that to clarify the point, I asked some unnecessary questions and delayed the discussion, but my mother didn't seem angry. She calmly explained what she thought was playing, without looking down or blinking again, and my little finger continued to caress her pussy during the whole process.
So are you ready? Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief
Yes, I have a little hoarse answer
So we started playing again
Unexpectedly, we played the whole song without stopping, without stopping
It's not that we don't want to do this, but there is no mistake in the middle of the whole song, without any flaws
It's so perfect!
At the end of the song, we all leaned back and were full of fear for ourselves
One hand is still on the keys, the other hand is stretched between the other's legs
Because I leaned back and my legs were tighter than before, I could feel my mother's hand moving upward along the edge of my crotch, closer to my brother below me than at the beginning
There is no doubt that she could feel how hard my lower body is now
My hand has never been so close to my mother's forbidden area. The little finger that caressed her had touched the edge of her panties, slowly scraping up and down in the gap between her legs, and the knuckles rubbed against the ridge on the side of the dark mound.
I kept wondering, how long can I last in this situation?
How can we pretend that nothing happened and get out of here before we figure out a solution?
At this moment, my father stood up from the recliner, and a harsh sound was made when the chair moved.
Before he came over, our hands quickly pulled out between each other's legs, and my mother quickly got up and sorted out her dress.
Have you finished practicing tonight? Dad asked
Well, yes, I think my mother replied, then turned to me for advice, her face flushed
I want another song at the end, Dad, I said and pointed to a piece of music score, signaling to the blushing mother
Dad turned around and walked towards the stairs, OK, I'm going to go upstairs to sleep
When his footsteps gradually disappeared, my mother said, I'm going to go to bed too... But she had no intention of leaving at all.
It's progressing very well, I said, but if we want to perform in front of the audience, we should practice more
When my father was at home, my mother said, but her eyes drooped
Why? I asked in surprise
Because he likes to listen, too
Mom replied, then turned around and ran to the stairs, and went upstairs with her father. She even forgot to give me a good night kiss. Well, that might be the first good night kiss in my life...
After welcoming me home on holiday and holding a formal barbecue party with my family and friends, I gradually adapted to my part-time job during the summer and spent the weekends lazy with my friends.
There are not many friends left around you, it is difficult to find a job in the town, and most of them go to work elsewhere.
The people who stayed seem to have changed, and they have no feeling of being with them.
So I stayed at home most of the evening and weekends
My life was still easy in the three weeks before my mother started organizing the piano recital she promised last year.
Of course I didn't forget, I just didn't know how to deal with it
In an instinct, I decided to wait for my mother to speak up first
On a quiet Wednesday night, my mother finished reading a book, and my father was always busy with his own affairs at home and didn't like to talk much. I followed my previous thoughts and didn't take the initiative to speak.
When are you going to start practicing for a recital? Mom really brought up this topic first
I raised my head and asked in a pretense of confusion, Recital?
Mom pulled a cushion and threw it at me, don't pretend to be stupid, you know in your heart that last Christmas, and promised me to play in the church.
In the church? I pretend to rack my brains to recall
Another cushion, daddy! Mom shouted to dad
Dad looked up, first glanced at his mother, then turned to me, and then continued to look down at the book. It was a two-person ensemble, if my mind was not correct, he said
Mom and I looked at each other, and they all opened their mouths, then looked at dad together
We were all shocked by this indisputable fact. Although my father always buried his head in his own world, he really knew what was happening around him.
I think you two would better practice and let me read the book quietly for a while while he was still burying his head in the book.
Mom and I looked at each other again, and she whispered to the piano in the next room. I stood up and walked in front
Walking to the piano, I sat on the side of the piano bench, leaving some space for my mother, and then waited for her to choose some songs that she could play.
I was thinking that my mother was wearing a light and breathable skirt instead of shorts or trousers that she used to wear in summer. This was so lucky.
In fact, when I think about it carefully, she has been wearing skirts almost every day since I got home
Mom sat down, tidied her skirt with her hands, and smoothed the hem of her top covering her thighs.
You should choose it, my mother said and looked at me, knowing that I was waiting for her to choose a song
OK, I replied, flipping through the music score book, looking for a song that was not written specifically for the ensemble, a song originally used as a solo, and my mother leads the director, and I just need to play the chords easily
I was eagerly looking forward to it, and my lower body felt a little tingling because of bloodshed, and it seemed that I was having difficulty breathing.
This is not an ensemble piece, my mother complains about my choice
We can play like a person playing solo, I assured her
But which sound parts are played by me?
You can play the whole song, I play the chords on the side
Mom shrugged and started to play, my fingers intertwined, and then improvised the longer and longer chord scales
I was completely improvising randomly, just like when I was practicing improvisation with my classmates at school
Mom was really activated by this special way of playing. Not only her expression, but her whole body showed pleasure in this new playing experience.
She was so excited that she had tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face was flushed, and she looked cute and infectious.
With a chic button gesture as the end of the whole song, my mother raised her hands and turned around to give me a deep hug.
This is incredible!
She called out, Oh, this is amazing! Everyone will fall for it
Mom clapped her hands and turned to the living room
From me, I can only barely see my father's feet. He is sitting on the recliner in the corner, and he can't see his face from here.
Drew, did you hear it? Isn't it amazing?
Dad's head appeared in his sight, and he looked over from the long passage from the living room to the piano room.
What?
Our first ensemble, Ah, said, isn't it wonderful?
Oh, yes, pretty good, dad replied, very good
Mom turned to me again, let's play it again
She said as she walked back to the side of the piano bench, put her feet near the piano pedal, tidied up the hem of the lower skirt with her hands, spreading it to both sides, and putting the lower edge on the middle of her thigh, a few inches above her knees
This will make her legs more convenient for pedaling
Ready? She asked, waiting for my answer before the official start
I'm not sure I can completely repeat the improvisation I just did, but it wasn't too difficult for me. I have plenty of time to appreciate my mom's figure.
Appreciating everything about her, not only her shaking breasts and beautiful legs, but also her emotional transformation from laughing to concentration, the graceful curve of her neck, the elegant posture of her placing her hands on the keys
When I watched her concentrate on playing, there seemed to be a warm light shrouding over me and lingering around me
During the second performance, my mother was immersed in it as she was the first time and gained physical and mental pleasure and satisfaction. However, this time she shared the joy with me alone and stopped telling her father.
Want to play another song? I asked
Mom nodded eagerly and said, but I had too many parts of it, and everyone wanted to listen to you
I'll find a song that's suitable for two people to play, but now let's start practicing with you as the main focus.
Mom nodded, as if she understood that she needed more practice than me
But in the end we still have to divide the paragraphs we played equally. I promised her
But, I don't know if I can do it... Mom seems to be a little anxious suddenly
Don't worry, when the summer is over, people won't be able to hear who played which part
Mom still doesn't seem to believe it
Do you believe me? I asked
Mom's face relaxed and she smiled and said, "I always believe in you."
OK, the next song requires a lot of foot support. What shoes are you wearing today?
I put my hand on my mother's knee and gently pushed it, looking down
Mom also cooperated to raise her legs and let me see her feet
That's great. This move made her loose skirt take off a little higher, and most of her thighs were exposed.
Well... Maybe you should play barefootly, I suggest
So my mother shook off her shoes, raised her jade feet on tiptoe, and stepped on her toes on the pedal, which also made the skirt slide upward from the base of her legs. I nodded to express my satisfaction.
This song is more difficult, we had to stop and start over many times, but it was very interesting
Every time we stopped, my mother always patted my thigh with her left hand, indicating that she was encouraged to do a good job.
When we enter the third movement, I suggest we all play with one hand
At first, my right hand was clumsy between us, but as the song went on, my body needed to get close to her side, so I wrapped my waist around her waist and put my hand on her butt
Mom put her free left hand on my thigh
Every time I successfully played, I gently pinched my legs instead of patting them again
In response, I pulled her body towards me so that I could completely wrap around her slender waist and put my hands on her upper abdomen, just under her heavy chest
I'm just as happy as if I'm in heaven
We have practiced this song many times to study how to play it better
At first we just played the keys in front of us, but it seems that neither of us played better when we were limited to the high and low scales.
Most of the time, we still focus on the scale in front of us, and occasionally we will intersperse our hands in front of each other to play.
This is not a problem for my mother, but I accidentally touch the front and lower edges of my mother's left chest
My mother seemed to have ignored my movements, even when I held her waist with my hands, she leaned her against my arm that touched her breasts from time to time.
My mother's arm never touched my chest, and I lacked the opportunity to interact properly, but the hand she placed on my thigh slipped a few times, and finally placed it near my groin, gently rubbing between my jeans with her fingers.
I can always feel the touch of that hand, no matter how interesting the song was at that time
We played for a long time, and there was almost no rest in the middle
I imitated my mother to put my hand on her left thigh, and no longer put her waist
The fingers were also trying to slowly insert them between the legs
But she is different from me, and I put my hands on my smooth thighs, not on my jeans
When I first put my hands on it, my mother's thighs were covered with a thin layer of skirt, but every time I pulled the skirt a little, and finally my hands were completely touching the delicate skin.
Just like my arm rubbing against my chest, my mother didn't care at all that hand I placed on her thigh
Now I am getting deeper and deeper in the paradise of happiness
This is not only a sight to see the plum blossoms and quench thirst like the underwear between my mother's legs, but a truly touching this holy land. This is a veritable paradise
In my mind, I imagined my mother's underwear for a short distance from her hand, and wondered what color she was wearing today, whether it was yellow or dark red to match her clothes?
Or is it simple pure white?
Finally we stopped and rested for a long time, picking a new song to play, everyone holding a score in their hands, and our other hand was of no help in the selection of songs.
They were still in place, each holding a piece of their thighs loosely
As we discussed the candidate song, my mother's free hand suddenly seemed to become less settled
She lazily grabbed the inside of her jeans
I think she might not have done it on purpose. This may be her subconscious action when she concentrates on thinking, but my response was carefully considered
I tentatively moved the index finger that was farthest close to the underwear a little bit. Seeing that she didn't care, I moved it a little bit more.
Soon, my whole palm stroked the tender flesh on the inner side of my mother's thighs. Although I was not as hard as her, my palm was stiff and still, but my fingers were gently pinching.
Now, things are happening under your nose
I knew my mother noticed my little movement, but she didn't show it at all. However, I knew in my heart that she felt it, but she let it happen without stopping it!
We decided on the next song and then we started to discuss how to play it
At this time, my mother listened with all her attention, and I gently stroked the delicate skin on the inner side of her thigh with my little finger.
I immediately noticed that although my mother's expression was very focused, her eyes suddenly flashed downwards. She had already realized my caress. Although her head still remained motionless, the tone of her speech did not change at all.
This is obviously a cross-border, neither a friendly slap or a squeaking
This is the caress of the most delicate and sensitive part of her. It is less than two inches away from her underwear. My intention is clear.
My mother blinked twice, but I didn't stop and continued to stroke her with my little finger. Although the movements were gentle and slow, the caress continued.
We have been discussing the song, and it is undeniable that to clarify the point, I asked some unnecessary questions and delayed the discussion, but my mother didn't seem angry. She calmly explained what she thought was playing, without looking down or blinking again, and my little finger continued to caress her pussy during the whole process.
So are you ready? Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief
Yes, I have a little hoarse answer
So we started playing again
Unexpectedly, we played the whole song without stopping, without stopping
It's not that we don't want to do this, but there is no mistake in the middle of the whole song, without any flaws
It's so perfect!
At the end of the song, we all leaned back and were full of fear for ourselves
One hand is still on the keys, the other hand is stretched between the other's legs
Because I leaned back and my legs were tighter than before, I could feel my mother's hand moving upward along the edge of my crotch, closer to my brother below me than at the beginning
There is no doubt that she could feel how hard my lower body is now
My hand has never been so close to my mother's forbidden area. The little finger that caressed her had touched the edge of her panties, slowly scraping up and down in the gap between her legs, and the knuckles rubbed against the ridge on the side of the dark mound.
I kept wondering, how long can I last in this situation?
How can we pretend that nothing happened and get out of here before we figure out a solution?
At this moment, my father stood up from the recliner, and a harsh sound was made when the chair moved.
Before he came over, our hands quickly pulled out between each other's legs, and my mother quickly got up and sorted out her dress.
Have you finished practicing tonight? Dad asked
Well, yes, I think my mother replied, then turned to me for advice, her face flushed
I want another song at the end, Dad, I said and pointed to a piece of music score, signaling to the blushing mother
Dad turned around and walked towards the stairs, OK, I'm going to go upstairs to sleep
When his footsteps gradually disappeared, my mother said, I'm going to go to bed too... But she had no intention of leaving at all.
It's progressing very well, I said, but if we want to perform in front of the audience, we should practice more
When my father was at home, my mother said, but her eyes drooped
Why? I asked in surprise
Because he likes to listen, too
Mom replied, then turned around and ran to the stairs, and went upstairs with her father. She even forgot to give me a good night kiss. Well, that might be the first good night kiss in my life...
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