Hearing it was nothing serious, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see. Call him on New Year's Day. You'll be staying at his place again next year."
Watching her put on this act and not even scolding me for going online, made me feel a bit amused. But I didn't dare provoke her, so I just murmured, "Mhm."
My mom, thinking I didn't know anything, relaxed and started lecturing me again, though her tone was milder than usual: "Don't go online again. It's the holidays. You should be relaxing, not glued to the computer. Your dad will beat you if he finds out."
However, mentioning Zhang Jian had clearly rattled her, and she had lost her earlier sternness. I nodded obediently and mumbled a few "uh-huhs" and she dropped the subject. Apparently she wasn't planning to tell my dad. I've found her weak spot, I thought, feeling a smug satisfaction.
Sure enough, when Dad came home from work, Mom never brought it up at all. The whole thing was settled effortlessly. In the past, I wouldn't have even dared to imagine such a thing happening.
The next few days passed in the noisy yet peaceful buzz of Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, the three of us happily watched the Spring Festival Gala. However my mind had already started fantasizing about life after school started. Vivid images of Mom being roughly fucked by Zhang Jian in every possible way. The warm, peaceful atmosphere at home suddenly felt jarring and alien to me, as if I could never truly go back to the way things were…
The winter break for sophomores was very short. After the sixth day of the new year, I had to return to school. Unfortunately, relatives hadn't finished visiting us yet, so Mom would only be able to come a few days later.
Zhang Jian was home when I arrived at his place. He looked disappointed when he saw I was alone. He was too embarrassed to speak as pervertedly as he did when we were online in front of me, so hesitatingly asked, "You came alone? Where's your mom?"
I was even more embarrassed to respond. Discussing his affair with my mom online was one thing, but face-to-face? There was no way I could do it. Unpacking my things, I mumbled, "She's busy. She'll come in a few days."
After confirming my mom would arrive soon, Zhang Jian visibly relaxed, his sly grin returning. He winked at me. "Told you she couldn't bear to stay away from us, hehe..."
Seeing that I was ignoring his lewd tone, he trailed off. He then asked in a sarcastic tone if I'd ever heard my mom and dad having sex while I was home.
I shook my head and said no. The soundproofing in our house was pretty good, and Dad was a stern, serious man while Mom was always a dignified and virtuous woman. Growing up, I'd never seen them show physical affection, let alone heard any sounds coming from their bedroom.
Zhang Jian nodded knowingly. "Figured they barely fucked. You've got no idea how thirsty your mom is. Just a few squeezes and she's practically dripping."
I didn't respond to him. How could I comment on my own mother's horniness? It felt embarrassing even thinking about it. Yet that very shame only fueled my excitement.
As Zhang Jian started talking, he loosened up and became increasingly brazen. His tone grew more and more excited, and his eyes seemed to gleam with lust. "I've been pent up for over ten days now. I was hoping to have some real fun today. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna go visit the young wife on the second floor.
Are you coming?"
I wasn't as reckless or thick-skinned as Zhang Jian so I quickly waved my hands in refusal, saying I wouldn't dare. Zhang Jian grabbed me forcefully. "Just stand there and watch. You don't have to do anything."
I wavered upon hearing him say that. I said cautiously, "Bro, don't actually push her too far. It's the middle of the New Year celebrations."
Zhang Jian was brimming with confidence. "You still don't trust my skills? Relax, I know what I'm doing. Sooner or later, I'll fuck her too and then the two of us can both rail her together."
His words sent a rush of heat through me and my cock instantly hardened.
If we could actually fuck the young wife from the second floor, turning the fantasies Zhang Jian and I had shared into reality, it'd be fucking incredible.
Once we reached the second floor, Zhang Jian gave me a look and knocked on the door. It wasn't locked so he pushed it open without waiting for a reply. With lust clouding my judgement, I followed him inside.
The young wife frowned when she saw Zhang Jian and asked him with a look of disgust. "What do you want?"
Zhang Jian shamelessly ignored her look and casually said, "Nothing. Have you eaten yet? Want to grab food with us?" moving closer to her.
She looked at the two of us, especially Zhang Jian, who looked like a total pervert, and obviously had zero interest. "No. Go eat by yourselves... Hey! What are you—?"
Zhang Jian couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her in a tight hug, making her shriek and struggle wildly.
He'd probably been pent up for a long time, waiting for my mom to arrive so he could blow off some steam. But since she hadn't come, he was burning with frustration. He mauled the young wife desperately, though he didn't dare actually strip her clothes, he just groped her roughly over her clothing.
To my surprise, after the initial shock and screams, the young wife didn't yell again. Her resistance weakened too. Instead, she kept whispering, "Pervert... Stop it, let me go..." her voice trembling.
Not knowing exactly what was going on between them, I just watched from the side. After groping her for a while, Zhang Jian chuckled and released her. She quickly pulled her clothes together and scrambled away, still muttering "pervert" under her breath.
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