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 worker 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; that pair of E-cup巨乳 swayed daily; below her round, perky butt were a pair of slender, snow-white jade legs. Anyone who saw her would忍不住 fantasize about being clamped by those beautiful legs and thrusting尽情 into her plump, sweet pussy.
As the saying goes, women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, but my mother, at this age, seems quite indifferent to sex. I could tell just from the few pairs of plain white cotton panties I occasionally saw in the washing machine—there was hardly a single style in there that could really arouse a man’s desire.
Until one night, I got up in the middle of the night to use the toilet. Passing by my parents' bedroom, I heard seductive moans I had never heard before. Driven by curiosity, I gently pushed open the door. That day seemed like fate; they actually 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 in its entirety.
Under the dim light, Mom sat naked on Dad's cock, moving up and down. That pair of huge breasts was tightly gripped by Dad's one hand, her snow-white, perky buttocks tightly enveloping that thing, and from the faintly visible pubic hair, lewd wet sounds continuously emitted.
“Honey, hurry up and cum... cum inside your slutty wife...” Mom’s eyes were full of seduction, her blushing face especially charming, twisting her slender waist wildly as if riding a wild horse.
"Ah..." Dad forcefully pressed her slim waist, trying to suppress that frantic motion, but Mom instead twisted her hips, grinding the tip of his penis against her cervix. That sour-and-pleasing sensation made Dad surrender instantly, and streams of semen shot uncontrollably into Mom's body.
Dad was weakly panting, while Mom stood up slowly with a self-satisfied air. A limp meat stick slid out from her dense bush, white liquid slowly flowing down her snow-white beautiful legs.
I couldn't hold back any longer, outside the door, I quickly stroked myself, closed my eyes, fantasizing that the person under Mom earlier was me, 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 hugged his head tightly to comfort him. "Husband, you're amazing."
I looked at 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 the traces on the floor clean and ran back to my own room.
The next day, my parents seemed to have noticed nothing; everything was as usual. My anxious heart settled down, but I never got another chance to secretly witness that scene again.
During the summer vacation half a year later, Mom and Dad both went to work, and I was the only one left at home, bored and watching TV. Suddenly a cellphone ringtone came from their room. I turned off the TV and soon found Dad's forgotten iPhone on the bedside table.
It was a call from Dad's colleague. I answered, and Dad's anxious voice came through: "Is that Xiaogang?"
"Mm-ah, Dad, you left your phone at home."
He let out a sigh of relief: "It's good that nothing happened. Son, be careful when you're home alone..."
"Got it, got it." I quickly hung up. Dad had been getting more and more naggy lately.
Because of going to university, Dad kept making me use an old phone, and the computer at home was broken too. I remembered that his iPhone seemed to have a lot of games, so I tried unlocking the screen with his birthday, Mom’s birthday, and my birthday—surprisingly, it worked.
I was having fun when my phone suddenly rang with the familiar 'beep beep' sound. Dad actually uses QQ? Curious, I 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 and Sincere Man]: Then it's settled. Give me a time tomorrow.
[The Running Boy]: Mm, Uncle, I'll send you the time tomorrow.
[Deep and Sincere Man]: Remember, you can go without a condom, but you can't ejaculate inside.
[The Running Boy]: Definitely! Then talk to you tomorrow, Uncle.
What? Dad is actually going to take Mom to have sex with another man? And even let the other person not use a condom?
The thought of my mother being penetrated by a man other than my father, and even possibly being creampied, made my own cock harden involuntarily.
Shamefully, I moved my finger away from where I was about to delete the friend, hurriedly put the phone back in its place, afraid my 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 is going to be played 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 to pour a glass of cold water.
"Xiaogang, don’t work too hard on your homework." Mom saw me and said with concern.
"Mm, I know." I looked at Mom, who was especially happy today, and felt bitter inside.
"Tomorrow your dad and I are going out for a bit. Go out and eat dinner by yourself," Mom said, handing me a banknote and gently patting my head. "Go eat something good, and don't keep eating those junk foods."
"Mm." Trembling, I took the money, nodded, and returned to the room.
The next day, after my parents went out, I could no longer restrain myself. I found Dad's phone and unlocked it again. Soon, I discovered a newly created folder in the album containing only one video, with the creation date being exactly yesterday.
Upon opening it, the screen showed Mom and that 'dashing young man.'
Mom was arranged in various positions, her tender pink pussy flesh tightly wrapping around that cock that didn't belong to Dad. The young man deliberately stopped when Mom was about to climax, just not letting 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 bulged slightly in the camera frame, semen flowing down her inner thighs.
While watching, I frantically stroked myself. When ejaculating, my mind was filled with images of Mom being creampied by others and 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 others not to wear condoms, yet said 'can't shoot inside.' But that young man didn't listen at all. He deliberately wanted to fill Mom's womb, to make this beautiful housewife pregnant.
And I, this 19-year-old son, shamefully got hard again and again because of that scene.
When Mom and Dad returned in the evening, Mom's walking posture seemed a bit unnatural, but her face carried an unmistakable flush. Dad, as always, 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 the meal today?" Mom asked with a smile.
“Still okay,” I said, lowering my head, not daring to look into her eyes.
At night, I secretly opened that video again, watching while fantasizing: if one day Mom’s belly really grew big, whose child would be inside? And would I, as her son, also have a chance to...
I suppressed my own desires, yet clearly knew—from the 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 scenes from the video.
Mom was entered from behind by that young man, her snow-white buttocks trembling with each impact, her pussy entrance stretched red and swollen, each withdrawal bringing out a mixture of transparent lewd fluid and milky white. The man deliberately slowed down, his glans only grinding at the entrance, forcing Mom to push back herself, making urgent and soft cries from her mouth.
“Deeper... all the way to the deepest part...”
In the video, the mother's voice was hoarse, completely different from her usual gentle self.
I can't take it anymore.
Reaching into my pants, I grasped the painfully hard cock, stroking up and down following the images in my memory. I fantasized I was that 'sprinting youth,' pinning Mom on the bed, thrusting into her hard 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, barely making a sound. After ejaculating, my whole body went limp, but my mind became even clearer.
The next day, both my parents went to work. I opened Dad's phone again and scrolled to the chat history.
"The Sprinting Boy" sent another message:
"Uncle, Auntie was clenching so tightly inside yesterday, and she kept trembling when I came in her. This time, can you let me cum a few more times? She also seems to really like being creampied."
Dad replied after a long time:
“Okay. But pay attention to 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 back to their room early. Pretending to go to the bathroom, I deliberately lightened my footsteps passing by. A faint light seeped through the door crack, accompanied by suppressed wet sounds and low panting.
I pressed against the door panel and brought my ear close.
"Inside today... it's still a little swollen." Mom's voice carried a lazy tone.
“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 each movement. 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.
“Shoot it outside… not today…” Mom suddenly said.
Dad didn't agree immediately. Instead, the sound of thrusting grew louder. After more than a dozen thrusts, he let out a low roar, his body visibly stiffening. Mom emitted a drawn-out moan, like the reaction of being filled up.
I stood outside the door, my pants already tented.
After returning to the room, I locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and finished myself off quickly with my hand. When I came, all I could think about was the image of Mom's lower abdomen slightly bulging, semen overflowing from her cunt opening.
In the following days, 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, I replayed it and saw the whole process more completely.
Dad first made Mom kneel on the bed and entered her from behind. With one hand, he grabbed Mom's breast and squeezed it hard, while the other hand pressed against her waist, pulling her toward him. Mom's pussy was being fucked so hard that wet squelching sounds could be heard, and her juices flowed 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 clean those white turbidities mixed with lewd fluid bit by bit. After licking, Dad hardened again, inserted once more, this time in the 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. She moved up and down while using her hand to rub her clitoris. When orgasm came, she sat all the way down, her inner walls contracting violently, making Dad cum as well.
The amount of semen was copious. When pulling 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 café, 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. As soon as he came in, he hugged her, his hand going directly into the nightgown to knead those full breasts. Mom didn't refuse; instead, she tilted her head back for him to kiss.
They did not get into bed right away. The man pressed Mom down on the living room sofa and first entered her with his fingers to stretch her open. Two fingers went in and out, bringing out gurgling wet sounds. Mom’s legs were spread wide, her toes clenched tight, and she had already started to moan softly.
"Uncle said we can cum a few more times today." As the man spoke, he pulled out his already hard, purplish cock and slapped it against Mom's labia.
Mom reached out, held it, aligned it herself, and slowly sat down.
When everything went in, she let out a satisfied sigh.
For the next hour or so, I hardly looked away.
The man used several positions. When taking her from behind, he was particularly forceful; each thrust made Mom's breasts shake violently, her nipples rubbing against the sofa cushion. Mom was fucked into a daze, intermittently begging him to 'slow down' and 'it's too deep,' but her body honestly pushed back to meet him.
When he ejaculated for the first time, the man deliberately thrust to the deepest point and came for a long time. After pulling out, the semen immediately started flowing out. He didn't give Mom time to clean up, directly inserting again, blocking those things back inside, and continued thrusting.
The second ejaculation occurred when Mom was riding on top. 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 upward forcefully, releasing everything near the cervix.
Mom climaxed until her whole body went soft, lying on the man's chest trembling, her pussy 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, entering from the side. This position went very deep; the outline of the thrusts could be faintly seen on Mom's lower abdomen. While fucking, the man used his hand to rub her clitoris, forcing her to climax twice in a row. When ejaculating finally, 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 parted, her entrance red and swollen, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, making a mess of the sheets beneath her.
The man wiped her off briefly and said a few words 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 clearly abnormal, and she let out a soft gasp when sitting down. Dad poured water for her, fetched her slippers, his movements gentle as if handling something fragile.
At night, I again heard the sounds from their room.
This time it was Dad cleaning up. He had Mom lie face down, using his fingers to scoop out the remaining stuff bit by bit, then carefully licking it clean. Mom got so worked up that she started dripping again, and in the end, Dad inserted himself again and did it once more.
During ejaculation, Dad whispered, 'Do you still want it?'
Mom was silent for a few seconds, then softly said 'Mmm.'
Lying in my own bed, listening to that familiar sound of water and suppressed moans, I gripped myself 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 show upon seeing me, fantasized about offering my already painfully hard cock to her mouth, fantasized about whether she would, like she did with that man,主动张开嘴含进去.
The fantasy ultimately turned into real-life stroking. When the semen shot onto my lower abdomen, I clearly realized—
Some boundaries have already been completely crossed by myself.
And the story has only just begun to become more profound.
For a week after that, I repeated the same thing almost every day.
During the day, I was absent-minded in class; at night, upon returning home, I would find opportunities to get close to my parents' bedroom. The door crack, the keyhole, and a small hidden camera became my most frequently used tools. Every playback showed my mother being fucked to orgasm: eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, suppressed yet sweet moans escaping her throat, her 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 inserting again. Mom was made to tremble all over, her pussy opening and closing, squeezing out some of what had just been ejaculated inside, which trickled down her perineum and finally dripped onto the bedsheet, forming a small dark wet spot.
I watched with wide eyes, my cock in my pants hardening painfully. After returning to my room, I looped the clip on my phone, watching and stroking at the same time. When I ejaculated, I stared at the screen where 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 began 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 their room, my mother was only wearing a thin nightgown, clearly without a bra underneath. Under the light, the contours of her breasts were clearly visible, her nipples pushing out two small points against the fabric. When she bent down to help me pick up the fragments, her collar opened, and I clearly saw that pair of full breasts gently swaying, the cleavage deep enough to pinch a finger between.
"Be careful, don't cut your hand." Mom's voice was still hoarse from afterward.
I lowered my head in response, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at her chest. The hem of her nightgown was short, almost revealing her buttocks when she bent over. I could imagine the pussy 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 face down on the edge of the bed with her legs spread apart, and he used a warm towel to wipe her bit by bit. When he reached her pussy, Mom let out a soft moan, her body visibly tensing. Dad's finger probed inside, scooping out the remaining semen, producing faint wet sounds. After scooping it out, he lowered his head and licked her clean with his tongue. Mom's moans immediately changed tone, becoming soft and drawn-out.
“Still want it?” Dad asked.
Mom was silent for a few seconds, then softly said 'Mmm.'
Next came the familiar sound of thrusting. Dad deliberately slowed down this time, each thrust going in to the deepest, grinding against the cervix. Mom was pushed forward repeatedly, only to be pulled back by him each time. Her breasts rubbed against the bedsheet, leaving wet marks. When the climax came, she buried her face in the pillow, emitting muffled sobs, but her vaginal muscles tightly clenched, making Dad ejaculate as well.
I stood outside the door, my pants already slightly wet.
After returning to the room, I didn't finish myself off right away. Instead, I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and replayed every detail I had just heard in my mind. I imagined opening the door, walking to the bedside, and watching semen still flowing out from between Mom's legs. I imagined her freezing when she saw me, then slowly opening her mouth. I imagined handing over my hard, purplish dick—would she, just like with that man, take the initiative to suck it in and swirl her tongue around the glans?
The fantasy ultimately turned into hand action. When the semen shot onto my lower abdomen, I stared at the ceiling, my breathing unable to calm down for a long time.
Several days later, “the running少年” appeared again.
This time they met during the day. My parents said they were going to a relative's house and told me to handle lunch on my own. 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. As soon as he entered, he hugged her, his hand slipping directly 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 and first inserted two fingers, thrusting in and out quickly. The wet sounds gurgled. Mom spread her legs wide, her toes stretched taut. In just a few minutes, she came once, her love juice spraying out and soaking a large area of the sofa cushion.
The man smiled, pulled his fingers out, and extended them to her mouth. Mom hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth to take them in, licking clean the liquid carrying her own scent.
Then the man took off his pants, and his already hard, shiny cock 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, and her inner walls clearly contracted.
The cowgirl position lasted for a long time. Mom moved up and down on her own, her breasts swinging wildly, her nipples already reddened to a purple hue. The man occasionally thrust upward violently, forcing her to scream. During the first ejaculation, the man pressed her waist down while thrusting upward to the deepest point, shooting streams of semen inside. Mom trembled from being filled, but her pussy entrance 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 evenly. 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 gripping the backrest, buttocks raised high. The man entered fully from behind, each thrust producing loud slapping sounds. Mom's breasts swayed with the impact, her nipples occasionally brushing against the sofa cushion, making her shiver. The man reached around to rub her clitoris, forcing her to climax twice in a row. During the second climax, she went limp, and a stream of clear fluid gushed from her, mixing with the previous semen and trickling down her thighs.
The man still came inside. When he pulled out, the opening couldn't close immediately; the white, turbid substance rushed out, dripping onto the sofa and forming a small puddle.
The third time was on the bed in the bedroom. The man had Mom lie on her side, one leg raised, entering from the side. This position went very deep; the outline of the thrusts could be clearly seen on Mom's lower abdomen. While fucking, the man lowered his head to suck her nipple, teeth gently biting. Mom was stimulated to the point of rolling her eyes, her mouth left with only intermittent wanton cries.
Before ejaculation, the man deliberately slowed down and asked her, 'Do you want to be filled?'
Mom was already delirious, just nodding incessantly, actively pushing her buttocks back. At the last moment, the man suddenly accelerated, thrusting all the way in, filling the deepest part with semen again. After finishing, he deliberately ground his glans against her cervix a dozen times, pushing everything inside before slowly pulling out.
After it ended, Mom lay on the bed, her legs still parted, her entrance red, swollen, and everted, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, making a mess of the sheets beneath her. Her lower belly was slightly swollen, as if she had just been thoroughly loved.
The man wiped her off 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 clearly unsteady, and she let out a soft gasp when sitting down. Dad fetched her slippers, poured hot water for her, 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, Dad reinserted himself and did it once more.
During ejaculation, Dad whispered, 'Are you still comfortable?'
Mom's answer came with a sob: '...Too full.'
Lying in my own bed, listening to that familiar sound of water, I gripped myself again. This time, I didn't suppress any images.
I fantasized about pushing open that door, walking to the bedside, and watching as semen still seeped out from between Mom's legs. I fantasized about her initial surprise upon seeing me, then slowly spreading her legs. I fantasized about aligning my already purplish-hard cock with that overused hole and squeezing in bit by bit. I fantasized about the inside being hot and slippery, still残留着别人的精液, 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 turned into hand action. When the semen 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 both feared and desired.
In the following days, I began to participate more actively.
I deliberately made small noises when my parents were having sex, like intentionally walking to their door and lingering for a few seconds, or pretending to look for something. Once, I heard the movements inside clearly pause, then my dad's voice lowered: 'Is the door not closed properly?'
Mom's answer came between gasps: '...No one.'
But I know that they have actually sensed something, dimly.
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 only wearing an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of loose shorts. As soon as he entered, he kissed her, 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. While panting, Mom pushed her shorts down herself.
They did it directly on the living room carpet.
The man had Mom get on all fours and entered her from behind. Each thrust was deep and heavy, making Mom's breasts sway violently, her nipples rubbing against the carpet, sending shivers through her. The man reached around to the front, quickly flicking her clitoris, forcing her to climax quickly. During orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracted violently, making the man groan as well, and he ejaculated deep inside her once more.
After finishing, the man didn't rest. He immediately flipped Mom over, lifted her legs, and thrust back in. This position went even deeper, Mom's lower abdomen slightly bulging from the impact. As he fucked, he looked down to watch how his cock moved in and out of that hole, now a mess from semen. The white, turbid fluid 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 reinserted himself, delivering the remainder deep inside. Mom's eyes were half-closed, her tongue unconsciously sticking out to lick the semen that had landed near her mouth.
The third time was in the bedroom. The man had Mom ride him, her hands braced on his chest, moving up and down. Her breasts swung in the air, waves of flesh. Mom moved very vigorously herself, occasionally reaching 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, legs wide open, her entrance completely unable to close, semen mixed with fluids continuously flowing out, soaking a large area of the sheet. Her lower belly was noticeably swollen, as if filled too full. The man lightly stirred the entrance with his fingers, pushing that stuff back in a bit more. Mom let out a soft moan but didn't 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 did not refuse.
I stood outside the door, listening to the increasingly loud sound of water and moans, my hand gripping myself again. This time, when I ejaculated, there was only one clear thought in my mind—
Next time, I won’t just stand by and watch.
The story continues, and I am already prepared to go further.
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