My mom's expression remained unchanged and her calves beneath her skirt pressed together. She smiled casually and said, "It's fine, it's not like I have anything to do right now. I'd just be idle otherwise."
"What do you mean it's fine? I'll keep you company."
"Hehe... you're the one who's always yapping. You get antsy if you don't talk for a minute. Binbin still needs to study."
"Auntie, let's go chat in my room. We shouldn't disturb my bro." Zhang Jian gave my mom's ass a hard pinch.
Perhaps remembering what had happened the last time she went to Zhang Jian's room, my mom shot him a slightly annoyed and embarrassed glare. Zhang Jian immediately gave her a sly smile, wiggling his thick eyebrows knowingly.
My mom's pretty face flushed slightly. She twisted her body, trying to escape Zhang Jian's increasingly brazen grasp. Her voice was hesitant: "Stop it... let me finish the laundry first..."
Zhang Jian forcefully pulled my mom up to her feet and blew his hot breath in her ear, not giving her a chance to refuse. "Let's go, Auntie. Let's not disturb my bro anymore."
I don't know if my mom was afraid that if she resisted too much it would draw my attention, or her mind had already begun to drift but with red ears and a slightly flustered expression, she stood up and followed him.
I had been secretly watching them from my bed, my heart pounding with excitement. I quickly rolled onto my side to hide my prominent bulge.
As Zhang Jian passed my bed, he gave a lecherous, "Hehe," with a truly vile smile on his face. "Yibin, Auntie Tian and I are going to my room to chat. We didn't want to disturb your studies, okay."
"Mhm, I heard you. Go on, go on."
I lay on my side, facing the wall with a book in my hand, and gave a slight wave of my arm.
My mom didn't say a word, and with my back turned, I couldn't see her expression. I didn't know if she was embarrassed and shy or if her passion had already started to surge, and I felt a pang of regret.
Then, listening to the sounds of their footsteps, I knew they had left the room. I quickly pressed down on my swollen little brother, anxiously waiting for the seconds to tick by.
Although I desperately wanted to go over and peek, I was also afraid that Zhang Jian wouldn't have time to set things up properly in his room, and I'd be discovered if I went too early.
If that kind of thing really happened, none of us would be able to recover from it. My mom would probably be so mortified she'd want to die, and I would never be able to face her again.
No matter how capable Zhang Jian was, even he wouldn't be able to solve a problem like that.
After waiting for about ten minutes, I figured that even if Zhang Jian was moving slowly, he should have finished setting things up by now.
Not being able to contain my excitement any longer, I crouched down on the floor and crept inch by inch toward Zhang Jian's room across the hallway. My heart was pounding with nervousness and fear; I was terrified my mom would suddenly notice me from inside the room. It took a great deal of effort to finally, carefully, make it to Zhang Jian's door.
At this moment, I was so nervous my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. After forcing myself to take a couple of deep breaths to suppress the trembling throughout my body, I cautiously peeked into the room with my heart in my throat...
The scene taking place inside the room was almost exactly the same as what I had fantasized about in my head. The only difference was that my mom hadn't taken off her clothes, probably because she didn't dare to be completely naked with me just a few feet away.
Her dark blue dress still clung to her full breasts, the hem haphazardly bunched up around her slender waist. Her fair, beautiful legs were bare, with only the purple lace panties stubbornly hanging between her fleshy thighs.
She was arching her back like a crescent, sticking out her snow-white ass. One of her pale arms propped her up on the bed while the other covered her mouth as she shook her head, letting out muffled grunts as if she couldn't bear it. Her already messy hair was flying about.
A thick, long cock with menacing veins running across it was prying open her plump, reddish pussy lips, thrusting rapidly in and out of her wet hole with a squelching sound. Strands of her lustful fluids kept trickling down from her slit down her thighs.
Every time Zhang Jian's cock pulled out of my mom's body, I could see the pink, fleshy folds inside her pussy being pulled outwards. No wonder Zhang Jian always said my mom's pussy had many folds and felt incredible.
Zhang Jian had been watching the door the whole time; he must have spotted me the moment I got there.
Seeing me peeking in cautiously, he sneered at me with a wide, mocking grin. Looking at the triumphant look on his face as he vigorously pumped his hips into my mom's backside, a strange, indescribable sense of shame washed over me, which then transformed into a surge of intense excitement that stimulated my nerves, making me feel dizzy.
After steadying myself for a moment, I saw that Zhang Jian had pulled my mom's arm back with one hand and pressed the other on the back of her head to stop it from thrashing around and discovering me peeking in the doorway.
Right in his own room, this beautiful married woman, his best friend's mother, was bent over like a bitch in heat, her ass raised, getting fucked from behind while her son was just outside. The sense of excitement and satisfaction Zhang Jian must be feeling was beyond my imagination.
Standing behind my mom, he was like a warrior riding a wild mare across a battlefield, full of heroic spirit.
My mom's arm, which had been covering her mouth, was now pulled behind her back by Zhang Jian. The muffled, low grunts she had been making suddenly became much louder, and I could hear her labored, panting breaths clearly from the doorway.
"Hui, does it feel good? Are you enjoying it?"
Zhang Jian pressed down on my mom's head from above, fucking her hard from behind as he asked this, but his eyes remained locked on mine outside the door.
"Mmm..." My mom was completely oblivious to what was happening behind her.
She was still propping herself up on the bed, her voice husky as she let out a compliant moan.
I bet she never would have imagined that her precious son was right outside the door at this very moment, watching with intense excitement as she was ravaged in such a lewd manner.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Jian triumphantly smacked my mom's smooth, flawless ass a couple of times, winking at me, as if trying his best to show off how happy and smug he was with an exaggerated expression.
My mom seemed a bit annoyed by Zhang Jian's smugness. She wiggled her plump hips and hissed at him in a low voice, "Are you trying to get us found out? Sss... be... quieter..."
Zhang Jian forcefully pressed down on my mom's head just as she began to nervously lift it, preventing her from turning around.
He slowed his lower body and then gave a sudden, powerful thrust. The sound of their two bodies colliding created a loud slapping sound.
My mom immediately forgot any thoughts about turning around to look. She threw her head back and let out a long, drawn-out "Ahhh," her voice twisting and lingering, full of indescribable sensations.
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