Chapter 3
After the Lantern Festival, my life returned to its normal routine. The teachers tirelessly lectured in class every day, constantly accelerating the pace of their teaching, wishing they could complete the entire school curriculum before our senior year. This way, we could use all of our final year to focus exclusively on exam papers.
And every day after school, my mom would prepare a variety of delicious meals for me, asking with concern about how things were going at school. This repetitive daily life felt as if we had gone back to the previous semester.
The only change was that Zhang Jian became much more intimate with my mom in front of me. He would go over and hug her while we were eating, and once he had his arms around her, he wouldn't let go.
Of course, I didn't show any unusual reaction, and my mom gradually relaxed. She wouldn't even blink when Zhang Jian hugged her, as she had become accustomed to eating in his embrace. She would even smile and feed him at his request.
At the time, I was baffled by these changes in my mom. I couldn't understand why a woman who had always been so dignified could be so intimate with another man right in front of me.
It wasn't until I read Freud's psychology in college that I had a moment of enlightenment.
According to psychological research, although a person's thoughts are controllable, their behaviors often are not. A person's behavior is constantly influenced by many factors, such as sexual desire, the subconscious, and their upbringing.
Women are naturally prone to developing an attachment to the man they are with during an orgasm. And at that time, my mom was getting fucked by Zhang Jian to climax every single day.
Thus her attachment continued to grow. Every orgasm would subconsciously deepen her feelings for Zhang Jian. And in this way, slowly, even my mom herself probably didn't realize how deep her feelings for him had become.
Influenced by these latent feelings, it was only natural for my mom to act intimately with Zhang Jian in front of me.
Perhaps reflecting about it afterwards, my mom might have felt it was inappropriate, but whenever Zhang Jian hugged her intimately, she would always cooperate instinctively.
Furthermore, since I showed no strong reactions about her and Zhang Jian and always acted normal, my mom became completely at ease over time. She believed I hadn't thought much of it at all and that it was just her own guilty conscience playing tricks on her. Slowly, even that last shred of hesitation in her mind vanished completely.
My mom might not have noticed this transformation herself, but to me, it felt as if she had become a completely different person from before.
Watching as my mom pressed her body against Zhang Jian's chest, her movements gentle and practiced as she smiled and picked up food and brought it to his lips, that unintentional grace and charm of a mature woman was indescribably pleasing to the eye.
It was the kind of action that would be called coy or cutesy, but when my mom did it, it felt very elegant and natural, without the slightest hint of being affected or artificial.
Every time I saw this scene, my little brother couldn't help but twitch traitorously in my pants. And it wasn't just because I was captivated by my mom.
Watching her snuggle up with Zhang Jian, letting him feel her legs and squeeze her ass, was incredibly exciting for me.
Zhang Jian would often rest his hand on my mom's thigh under the table, talking to me while rubbing it back and forth, and occasionally sneak his fingers inside her skirt to tickle her a few times.
At most, my mom would just glance at Zhang Jian, and without changing her expression, she would secretly pinch him in the ribs. She would stop when he moved his hand back to her thigh, letting him touch her as he pleased.
Unfortunately, even though things had gotten to this point between them, I never had the chance to truly see my mom being fucked.
A situation like the one when my mom had arrived never happened again.
The time I spent at school each day was more than enough for Zhang Jian to play with my mom. Now, his days were so sexually fulfilling and satisfying that besides sleeping with my mom, he would occasionally go "train" the young married woman, so for a while, he didn't think of any other wicked schemes.
As a result, I could only listen to Zhang Jian privately describe to me how my mom had orgasmed that day, what new positions she had been fucked in, and so on. According to Zhang Jian, my mom was becoming gentler and more cooperative with him, and she was more relaxed and enjoying herself during lovemaking.
Being stimulated by Zhang Jian's stories every day, I felt my own mind becoming more and more twisted. The desire to secretly watch my mom being fucked grew stronger and stronger, to the point where I could no longer suppress it.
I felt that if I couldn't see it with my own eyes, the fantasies in my mind would drive me crazy.
Time passed quickly. By the time I couldn't bear it any longer and revealed to Zhang Jian that I wanted to secretly watch them, it was already the end of April.
That Saturday afternoon, there was no class. Right after Zhang Jian finished bragging to me about how he had played with my mom that morning, I shamelessly brought up my idea.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jian's first reaction was hesitation, and then he looked at me with a sly grin, a knowing expression on his face that said, "I get you, bro."
Seeing Zhang Jian's strange smile, I began to feel inexplicably excited. I hadn't even done anything yet, and I was already getting aroused.
Zhang Jian and I went downstairs from the second floor. My mom had already finished washing the dishes and tidying up the house. I went into my room, grabbed a book, and lay down on the bed, peeking over the edge of the book toward my mom's room.
Zhang Jian walked inside and sat on my mom's bed. Seeing her folding clothes, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
This had happened quite a few times in front of me, so my mom didn't mind much. She half-leaned against Zhang Jian, continuing to fold her clothes, and brushing the hair by her ear aside, saying, "The sun is nice today; I'm going to do some laundry. Zhang Jian, do you have any clothes that need to be washed? Auntie will wash them for you."
"Auntie Tian, the sun is scorching right now. Let's wait until it goes down in the afternoon to wash them."
Zhang Jian hugged my mom's slender waist, his big hand sliding down to secretly knead her plump ass through her dark blue dress. The feel of her long, gauzy skirt dress wasn't great but what was underneath was.
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