My name is Li Gang, a 19-year-old freshman. My dad is Li Meng, an ordinary civil servant; my mom, Wang Mengxi, is an office clerk at a state-owned enterprise, just turned 38 this year.
Mom was at the age when her body was most mature and voluptuous: her skin was fair, smooth, and tender, delightful to touch; the pair of E-cup breasts on her chest swayed daily; below her round, perky buttocks were a pair of slender, snow-white legs. Anyone who saw her would inevitably fantasize about being gripped by those beautiful legs and thrusting wildly into her plump, sweet pussy.
As the saying goes, women are like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty, but at this age my mother seemed quite indifferent to sex. From the few pairs of white cotton panties I occasionally saw in the washing machine, I could tell—inside there was hardly a single style that could truly arouse a man's desire.
Until one night, I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Passing by my parents' bedroom, I heard sounds of passionate moaning I had never heard before. Driven by curiosity, I gently pushed open the door. That day seemed like fate—they hadn't locked the door, allowing me, a 19-year-old college student, to see my biological mother's naked body for the first time.
Under the dim light, Mom sat naked on Dad's cock, moving up and down. That pair of huge breasts was tightly grasped by Dad's one hand; her snow-white, perky beautiful buttocks tightly enveloped that thing. From the faintly visible pubic hair, lewd wet sounds continuously issued.
"Husband, hurry up and cum... cum into your slut wife..." Mom’s eyes were seductive, her flushed face especially alluring, twisting her slender waist wildly like she was riding a wild horse.
"Ah..." Dad forcefully pressed down on her slender waist, trying to suppress that frenzied movement, but Mom instead twisted her hips and ground his glans with her cervix. The sour, thrilling sensation instantly made Dad surrender, and a stream of semen shot uncontrollably into Mom's body.
Dad was breathing weakly, while Mom stood up slowly with a self-satisfied air. A limp cock slid out from her bush, white liquid slowly trickling down her snow-white legs.
I couldn't hold back any longer, outside the door I quickly stroked, closed my eyes imagining it was me under Mom earlier, using a riding position to shoot thick loads of cum into her.
In the afterglow of ejaculation, I heard Dad whisper: 'Wife, I'm sorry.'
"It's okay, I'm already very satisfied." Mom held his head tightly to comfort him, "Hubby, you're amazing."
I checked my watch—they were done in less than five minutes this time. For Mom, who was in her prime, this was merely scratching an itch through a boot.
A cold wind blew the door open a little again, and the sound of Dad putting on his shoes rang out in the room. Frightened, I quickly wiped clean the traces on the floor and ran back to my room.
The next day, my parents seemed to have noticed nothing; everything was as usual. My anxious heart settled, but I never got another chance to secretly witness that scene again.
In the summer vacation half a year later, both Mom and Dad went to work, leaving me alone at home boredly watching TV. Suddenly a ringtone came from their room. I turned off the TV and quickly found Dad’s left-behind iPhone on the nightstand.
It was a call from Dad's colleague. I answered, and Dad's anxious voice came through: 'Is that Xiao Gang?'
"Mm ah, Dad, you left your phone at home."
He let out a sigh of relief: 「It's good that nothing happened. Son, stay safe when you're alone at home……」
"I know, I know." I hurriedly hung up. Dad had been getting more and more naggy lately.
Because of university, Dad always made me use an old phone, and the home computer was broken. I remembered his iPhone seemed to have many games, so I tried unlocking it with his and Mom's birthdays, and my birthday—it actually worked.
I was having fun when my phone suddenly rang with the familiar 'beep beep' sound. Dad actually knows how to use QQ? I curiously clicked open and was instantly shocked.
The chat partner was called 'The Sprinting Youth'.
Why would Dad meet with someone who calls him 'Uncle'? And why bring Mom along?
A bad thought flashed through my mind. I hurriedly opened QQ. The friend list was simple: only me, Mom, and that 'Dashing Youth'. Trembling, I scrolled through the chat history. Dad seemed to have deleted some, but what remained was enough to make my heart race.
[Deep, Profound Hanzi]: Then it’s settled. Give me a time tomorrow.
[The Running Boy]: Mm, uncle, I’ll send you the time tomorrow.
[Deep, Profound Hanzi]: Remember, you can not wear a condom, but you must not cum inside.
[The Running Boy]: Of course! Then talk to you tomorrow, uncle.
What? Dad is actually going to take Mom to have sex with another man? And even allow the other person not to wear a condom?
Just thinking that Mom was being penetrated by a man other than Dad, and might even be ejaculated inside, made my cock hard up uncontrollably.
Shamefully, I moved my finger away from where I was about to delete the friend, hurriedly put the phone back in its place, afraid that Dad would notice.
In the evening, Dad was playing with his phone on the sofa, and Mom was washing dishes in the kitchen. I couldn't concentrate on my homework in my room at all. My phone kept beeping 'di-di.' Mom was going to be toyed with by someone else, maybe even creampied... Could she get pregnant? Would I really have a younger sibling?
Restless, I slapped the pen on the desk, scratching my head but unable to calm down. I went out and poured a glass of cold water.
"Xiaogang, don’t tire yourself out with homework." Mom said heartbrokenly when she saw me.
"Mm, I know." I looked at my mother, who was especially happy today, and my heart felt bitter.
"Tomorrow your dad and I are going out for a bit. Eat dinner outside by yourself." Mom handed me a bill and gently patted my head. "Go eat something good. Stop eating all that junk food."
"Mm." I took the money with a tremble and nodded as I returned to the room.
The next day, after my parents went out, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found Dad's phone and unlocked it again. Soon, I discovered a newly created folder in the album containing only one video, created just yesterday.
Upon opening it, the screen showed Mom and that 'dashing young man'.
Mom was positioned in various poses, her pink vaginal flesh tightly wrapped around a cock that didn't belong to Dad. The young man deliberately stopped just as Mom was about to climax, refusing to let her reach it. Finally, in the most pregnancy-prone position, he firmly pressed Mom's snow-white buttocks, shooting streams of semen deep inside.
Mom's belly was slightly swollen in the camera frame, with semen flowing down her thighs.
While watching, I frantically jerked myself off. When I ejaculated, my mind was filled with images of Mom being creampied by others, her belly growing day by day.
After the video ended, I sat in front of the computer for a long time, unable to snap out of it.
Dad allowed someone not to wear a condom, yet said 'can't cum inside.' But that young man didn't listen at all. He deliberately wanted to fill Mom's womb, to get this beautiful housewife pregnant.
And I, this 19-year-old son, shamefully got hard again and again because of that image.
When my parents returned in the evening, Mom's walking posture was a bit unnatural, but her face carried an unconcealable flush. Dad, as usual, was considerate, helping her with her bag and pouring water.
I sat across the dining table, watching their gentle interaction, but my mind was filled with the scenes from the daytime video.
"Xiaogang, how was your meal today?" Mom asked with a smile.
“Still okay.” I lowered my head, not daring to look into her eyes.
At night, I secretly opened that video again, watching it while fantasizing: if one day, Mom's belly really swells up, whose child would be inside? And as her son, would I also have a chance...
I suppressed my own desires, yet clearly knew—ever since that night I secretly watched my parents having sex, something had completely changed.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my mind filled entirely with the images from the video.
Mom was entered from behind by that young man, her snow-white buttocks trembling with each impact, her vaginal entrance stretched red and swollen, each withdrawal bringing out a mixture of clear fluids and milky-white discharge. The man deliberately slowed down, grinding only at the entrance with his glans, forcing Mom to push back against him, emitting urgent, soft cries from her mouth.
"A little deeper... go all the way in..."
The mother in the video had a hoarse voice, completely different from the gentle mother she usually was.
I can't take it anymore.
I reached into my pants, grabbed my already painfully hard cock, and stroked it up and down, following the images in my memory. I fantasized that I was that 'sprinting youth,' pinning Mom down on the bed, thrusting into her with something thicker and longer than Dad's. Mom's pussy was hot and tight, its inner walls constantly contracting, as if actively sucking. I imagined how she would tremble when I came deep inside, how she would clamp her legs around my waist, how she would whisper, begging me to 'fill her up.'
When the semen shot out, I bit the pillow, hardly making a sound. After ejaculating, my whole body went limp, but my mind became clearer.
The next day, both my parents went to work. I opened Dad's phone again and scrolled through the chat history.
"The boy who runs fast" sent another message:
“Uncle, Auntie was clenching so tightly inside yesterday, and she kept trembling when you came inside her. Can I cum into her a few more times this time? She seems to really like being creampied too.”
Dad replied after a long time:
"Yes. But be careful about the safe period. Don't cause any problems."
I stared at those lines of text, my breathing becoming irregular again.
That night, my parents went to their room early. I pretended to go to the bathroom, deliberately lightening my footsteps as I passed by. A faint light seeped through the door crack, and inside came the sound of suppressed wet noises and low panting.
I pressed against the door panel, bringing my ear close.
"Inside today... it’s still a little swollen." Mom’s voice was lazy.
"Then be gentler." Dad’s voice.
Next came the sound of clothes rubbing, followed by clear sounds of flesh slapping. I could imagine Mom being entered by Dad from the front, her legs resting on his shoulders, her E-cup breasts shaking violently with the movements. Dad's pace wasn't fast, but each thrust reached the deepest point. Mom's cries changed from initial restraint to gradually becoming fragmented moans.
"Cum outside... not today..." Mom suddenly said.
But Dad didn't agree immediately. The sound of thrusting grew even louder instead. After a dozen or so thrusts, he let out a low roar, his body visibly stiffening. Mom let out a drawn-out whimper, like the reaction of being filled up.
I stood outside the door, my pants already tenting.
Back in the room, I locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and quickly finished with my hand. When I ejaculated, my mind was filled with images of Mom's slightly bulging lower abdomen and semen overflowing from her opening.
The days that followed, this eavesdropping and peeking became a habit.
Once, I hid a small camera on top of the wardrobe in their bedroom beforehand. When I got back and replayed it, I saw the more complete process.
Dad first made Mom kneel on the bed, entering from behind. With one hand, he grabbed Mom's breast, kneading it forcefully, while the other hand pressed on her waist, thrusting her against him. Mom's pussy made wet, squelching sounds as it was fucked, her juices trickling down her thighs, dampening a small patch of the bedsheet.
After ejaculating once, Dad didn't stay soft for long. He had Mom turn around and used his tongue to clean up what he had just shot inside. Mom knelt, head bowed, licking away the milky-white fluid mixed with her own juices bit by bit. After she finished, Dad hardened again and entered her once more, this time in a woman-on-top position.
Mom moved very vigorously on her own, her breasts swinging in the air, her nipples already hard like two small stones. As she moved up and down, she used her hand to rub her clitoris. When she climaxed, she sat all the way down, her inner walls contracting violently, squeezing Dad until he also ejaculated.
The volume of semen was large. When pulled out, it stretched into a thin strand, then surged outward.
While watching, I came twice.
A few days later, Dad made an appointment again with “The Running Boy.”
This time they chose a weekend afternoon. I took leave in advance, hid in a nearby cafe, and used my phone to remotely watch the camera feed.
The man arrived a little earlier than the agreed time. Mom had showered first and answered the door wearing only a thin nightgown. The man hugged her as soon as he came in, his hand going straight into the nightgown to knead those full breasts. Mom didn't refuse; instead, she tilted her head back to let him kiss her.
They did not go to bed right away. The man pressed Mom down on the living-room sofa and first used his fingers to stretch her open. Two fingers went in and out, making gurgling wet sounds. Mom’s legs were spread wide, her toes tense, and she had already started to cry out softly.
“Uncle said we can cum a few more times today.” As the man spoke, he pulled out his already dark-purple hard cock and slapped it against Mom’s labia.
Mom reached out, held it, aligned it herself, and slowly sat down.
When going in all the way, she let out a satisfied sigh.
For the next hour or so, I hardly looked away.
The man tried several positions. When he entered from behind, he was particularly forceful. Each thrust caused her mother's breasts to sway violently, her nipples brushing against the sofa cushion. Her mother was fucked into a daze, pleading intermittently with him to 'slow down' and 'it's too deep', yet her body honestly pushed back to meet him.
The first time he ejaculated, the man deliberately thrust deep inside and came for a long time. When he pulled out, the semen immediately flowed out. He didn't give Mom time to clean up, directly inserted back in, plugging that stuff back inside, and continued thrusting.
The second ejaculation happened while Mom was riding him. Her up-and-down movements had become somewhat erratic, clearly stimulated by the previous internal ejaculation. The man suddenly pressed her waist down while thrusting upwards forcefully, releasing everything near her cervix.
Mom climaxed until her whole body went limp, lying on the man's chest trembling, her vaginal entrance continuously contracting, squeezing out the semen bit by bit, only to be pushed back in by new thrusts.
The third time was on the bed. The man had Mom lie on her side, one leg raised, and entered from the side. This position went very deep, and the outline of her lower abdomen being pushed up could be faintly seen. While fucking her, the man used his hand to rub her clitoris, forcing her to climax twice in a row. When he finally ejaculated, he deliberately pulled out, shot his semen on Mom's breasts and lower abdomen, then reinserted to deliver the remainder inside.
After it ended, Mom lay on the bed, her legs still in a spread position, her entrance red and swollen, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, making the bedsheet beneath her a mess.
The man wiped her down briefly and said something in a low voice. Mom nodded, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
In the corner of the cafe, I had already cum for the third time.
That night, Mom and Dad came back very late. Mom's walking posture was noticeably abnormal, and she let out a soft gasp when sitting down. Dad helped her pour water, fetch slippers, his movements gentle as if handling something fragile.
At night, I heard the sounds from their room again.
This time it was Dad cleaning up. He had Mom lie on her stomach, using his fingers to scoop out the remaining stuff inside bit by bit, then carefully licking it clean. Mom started getting wet again from this, and in the end, Dad inserted himself again and they did it once more.
When he ejaculated, Dad whispered, 'Do you still want more?'
Mom was silent for a few seconds, then softly 'mm-hmm'ed.
I lay on my own bed, listening to the familiar sound of water and suppressed moans, my hand gripping myself once again.
This time, I didn't suppress any fantasies.
I fantasized about pushing open the door, walking to the bedside, and looking at Mom's body soiled with semen. I fantasized about what expression she would have upon seeing me, fantasized about offering my already painfully hard cock to her mouth, fantasized about whether she would open her mouth and take it in like she did for that man.
The fantasy ultimately turned into real-life stroking. When the cum shot onto my lower abdomen, I clearly realized—
Some boundaries have already been completely crossed by myself.
And the story had only just begun to grow deeper.
For the week after that, I repeated the same thing almost every day.
During the day, absent-minded in class; at night, returning home and finding opportunities to get close to my parents' bedroom. The door crack, the keyhole, the small hidden camera prepared in advance became my most commonly used tools. Every playback showed my mother being fucked to orgasm: eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, suppressed yet sweet moans escaping her throat, those E-cup breasts shaking violently with each thrust, nipples already hard and red.
Once in a video, the man deliberately ejaculated on Mom's lower abdomen and breasts, then used the head of his penis to spread the white fluid evenly before thrusting back in. Mom was made to tremble all over, her hole opening and closing, squeezing out some of what had just been ejaculated, which flowed down her perineum and finally dripped onto the bedsheet, forming a small dark stain.
I watched, eyes glued, my cock in my pants hardening painfully. Back in my room, I looped the clip on my phone, watching and stroking myself. When I came, I stared at the screen showing Mom's slightly bulging belly after being filled, fantasizing that the semen was drilling deeper into her uterus.
Once desire is ignited, it is difficult to extinguish.
I started actively creating opportunities.
One night, I deliberately knocked over a water glass in the living room, making a loud noise. When my parents came out of the room, my mother was only wearing a thin nightgown, clearly without a bra underneath. Under the light, the outline of her breasts was clearly visible, and her nipples pushed against the fabric, creating two small points. As she bent down to help me pick up the pieces, her collar opened, and I clearly saw those full breasts gently swaying, with a cleavage deep enough to fit a finger.
"Be careful, don’t cut your hand." Mom’s voice was still hoarse from afterward.
I lowered my head and responded, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at her chest. The hem of her nightgown was very short, almost revealing her buttocks when she bent over. I could imagine the hole inside, soaked with semen, now slightly swollen and red, still carrying the scent of someone else.
That night, I listened for a long time again.
Dad was helping Mom clean up. He had her lie prone on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and used a warm towel to wipe her bit by bit. When he reached her opening, Mom let out a soft moan, her body noticeably tensing. Dad's finger probed inside, scooping out the remaining semen, making faint wet sounds. After scooping it out, he lowered his head and licked it clean with his tongue. Mom's moans immediately changed tone, becoming soft and drawn-out.
“Do you still want it?” Dad asked.
Mom was silent for a few seconds, then softly uttered an 'Mm.'
Next came the familiar sound of thrusting. Dad deliberately slowed down this time, each thrust going deepest, grinding against the cervix. Mom was pushed forward, then pulled back by him. Breasts rubbed against the sheets, leaving wet marks. When orgasm came, she buried her face in the pillow, emitting muffled sobs, but her pussy flesh tightly clenched, making Dad cum too.
I stood outside the door, my pants already damp with a small wet patch.
Back in the room, I didn't immediately relieve myself. Instead, I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and replayed every detail I had just heard in my mind. I fantasized about pushing the door open, walking to the bedside, and seeing the semen still flowing from between Mom's legs. I fantasized about her freezing when she saw me, then slowly opening her mouth. I fantasized about offering my hard, purple cock—would she, like she did with that man, actively take it in her mouth and swirl her tongue around the glans?
The fantasy ultimately still turned into action with my hand. When the cum shot onto my lower abdomen, I stared at the ceiling, my breathing unable to calm down for a long time.
A few days later, "The Running Boy" appeared again.
This time they arranged to meet during the day. My parents said they were going to a relative's house and told me to sort out lunch myself. I took leave in advance, hid in a nearby budget hotel, and used my phone to remotely monitor the cameras at home.
The man arrived quickly. Mom answered the door wearing only a loose housecoat, still nothing underneath. The man hugged her as soon as he entered, his hand going straight under the hem to knead those heavy breasts. Mom didn't refuse; instead, she tilted her head back and actively slipped her tongue into his mouth.
They did not rush to bed. The man pressed Mom down onto the sofa, first inserting two fingers and thrusting rapidly. The splashing water sounds went gurgle gurgle, Mom’s legs were spread wide, her toes taut and straight. In just a few minutes, she came once, and her pussy juice sprayed out, soaking a large patch of the sofa cushion.
The man smiled, pulled his fingers out, and extended them to her mouth. Her mother hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took them in, licking clean the fluid that carried her own scent.
Then the man took off his pants. His already hard and shiny meat stick sprang out, slapping against Mom's cheek. Mom reached out and held it, adjusted her own position, aligned the glans with her opening, and slowly sat down. When it was fully inside, she let out a long sigh of satisfaction, her inner walls clearly contracting.
The mounting position lasted a long time. The mother moved up and down on her own, her breasts swinging vigorously, her nipples already red to the point of purple. The man occasionally thrust upward sharply, forcing her to scream. During the first ejaculation, the man pressed her waist down while thrusting upward to the deepest point, shooting jets of semen inside. The mother trembled as she was filled, but her opening clenched tightly, not letting anything leak out.
After finishing, the man didn't pull out. Instead, he continued shallow thrusts in that position, mixing the semen more thoroughly. Mom's lower abdomen was faintly swollen, as if filled up.
The second time, we switched to doggy style. Mom knelt on the sofa, hands braced against the backrest, her buttocks raised high. The man entered her fully from behind, each thrust producing loud slapping sounds. Mom's breasts swayed back and forth with the impact, her nipples occasionally brushing against the sofa cushion, making her shiver repeatedly. The man reached around to the front, rubbing her clit, forcing her to climax twice in a row. During the second climax, her whole body went limp, and a stream of clear fluid gushed from her pussy, mixing with the previous cum and trickling down her thighs.
The man still came inside. When he pulled out, the vaginal opening couldn't close immediately, and the white, turbid substance rushed out, dripping onto the sofa and accumulating into a small puddle.
The third time was on the bed in the bedroom. The man had Mom lie on her side, one leg raised, and entered from the side. This position went very deep, and the outline of her lower abdomen being pushed up could be clearly seen. While fucking her, the man lowered his head to suck her nipples, gently biting with his teeth. Mom was so stimulated that her eyes rolled back, and only intermittent moans of pleasure remained in her mouth.
Before ejaculation, the man deliberately slowed down and asked her: 'Do you want to be filled up?'
Mom was already delirious, just nodding incessantly, actively pushing her hips back. At the last moment, the man suddenly accelerated, fully inserting it, and ejaculated deep inside once again. After cumming, he deliberately ground his glans against her cervix a dozen times, pushing everything in before slowly pulling out.
After it ended, Mom lay on the bed, her legs still spread apart, her entrance red, swollen, and turned outward, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, making the bedsheet beneath her a mess. Her lower abdomen slightly bulged, as if she had just been fiercely loved.
The man wiped her down briefly and said a few words in a low voice. Mom nodded, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
In the hotel room, I had already cum for the fourth time. Semen shot onto the hotel sheets, but I still felt it wasn't enough.
That night, Mom and Dad came back very late. Mom's walking posture was noticeably unsteady, and she let out a soft gasp when sitting down. Dad helped her get slippers, pour hot water, his movements excessively gentle. At night, I heard the sounds from their room again—this time, Dad was using his fingers and tongue to clean out the remaining stuff bit by bit. Halfway through the cleaning, Mom started getting wet again, and in the end, she was re-entered by Dad and they did it once more.
When he ejaculated, Dad whispered, 'Are you still comfortable?'
Mom's reply came with a sob: "...It's too full."
I lay on my own bed, listening to the familiar sound of water, my hand gripping myself once again. This time, I didn't suppress any images.
I fantasized about pushing open that door, walking to the bedside, and looking at Mom's legs, still leaking cum. I fantasized about her initial surprise upon seeing me, then slowly spreading her legs. I fantasized about aiming my already hard, purple cock at that overused hole and squeezing in bit by bit. I fantasized about the inside being hot and slippery, still containing someone else's semen, yet still gripping me tightly. I fantasized about how she would clamp her legs around me when I came deep inside, how she would whisper 'come inside'.
The fantasy ultimately still turned into action with my hand. When the cum shot onto my lower abdomen, I stared at the ceiling, clearly knowing—
Some things can never be turned back.
And I, was step by step approaching that endpoint I both feared and desired.
The days that followed, I began to participate more proactively.
I deliberately made small noises when my parents were having sex, like lingering outside their door for a few seconds or pretending to look for something. Once, I heard the movements inside pause noticeably, followed by Dad's voice, hushed: "Is the door not closed properly?"
Mom's reply came with panting: "...No one."
But I know they actually sensed something vaguely.
A week later, “The Running Boy” came to the door for the third time.
This time, I didn't hide outside. I took leave in advance, hid in my own storage room, and watched the entire process up close through the door crack and pre-adjusted camera angles.
When the man came, Mom was wearing only an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of loose shorts. The man kissed her as soon as he entered, his hands directly unbuttoning the shirt to release those full breasts, kneading them forcefully. Mom's nipples soon hardened, and he took them into his mouth, sucking and biting. Mom panted as she pushed her shorts down herself.
They did it directly on the living-room carpet.
The man made her mother get on all fours and entered from behind. Each thrust was deep and heavy, causing her mother's breasts to sway violently, her nipples brushing against the carpet, eliciting waves of trembling. The man reached around to the front and quickly stimulated her clitoris, forcing her to climax quickly. During orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracted violently, making the man groan as well, and he ejaculated his semen deep inside her once again.
After finishing, the man didn't rest. He immediately flipped Mom over, lifted her legs, and thrust back in. This position went even deeper, making Mom's lower abdomen bulge slightly. As he fucked, he looked down to watch how his cock entered and exited that hole, now a mess with semen. The white, cloudy substance was pulled out and pushed back in, making squelching sounds.
During the second ejaculation, the man deliberately pulled out, ejaculating on Mom's breasts and face, then re-entered her, sending the remaining cum deep inside. Mom's eyes were half-closed, her tongue unconsciously sticking out to lick the cum that had landed near her mouth.
The third time was in the bedroom. The man had mom ride him on top, her hands braced on his chest, moving up and down. Her breasts swung in the air, waves of flesh rippling. Mom moved very vigorously herself, occasionally reaching down to rub her clitoris. When orgasm came, she sat all the way down, her inner walls tightly clamping, making the man ejaculate once again.
After it ended, Mom lay on the bed, her legs wide open, her entrance completely unable to close, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, soaking a large area of the bedsheet. Her lower abdomen noticeably bulged, as if filled too full. The man lightly stirred her entrance with his finger, pushing those things further inside, Mom softly moaned but did not refuse.
In the storage room, I had already cum so much my legs were weak.
That night, after Mom and Dad returned, Dad helped Mom clean up again. Halfway through the cleaning, Mom suddenly reached out and grabbed him, whispering, "...one more time."
Dad didn't refuse.
I stood outside the door, listening to the increasingly loud sound of water and moans, gripping myself again in my hand. This time, when I ejaculated, there was only one clear thought in my mind—
Next time, I won’t just be an observer anymore.
The story is still continuing, and I am already prepared to take it a step further.
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