Time passed minute by minute, second by second. I kept forcing myself not to fast-forward the video. Only after a full fifteen minutes did the camera finally show a picture again.
It seemed that during those fifteen minutes of darkness, Da Guo was hesitating outside my mom's bedroom door. The camera had been tightly gripped in his hand the entire time.
When the picture returned, the camera lens rotated, appearing somewhat shaky and chaotic. Then the lens slowly descended, aiming at a scene, and finally became still.
And this scene was my mom's bed. At this moment, my mom was lying on the bed, facing away from the outside of the bed, which also meant her back was to Da Guo.
The camera was placed diagonally behind my mom. Judging by the angle, it should be on my mom's bedside table—though it should really be called a bed-end table, as it's placed at the foot of the bed.
I have to say, Da Guo's dice camera really recorded clearly. It even had a night vision effect. My phone watch screen was very small, so I had to get very close to the screen to see, not caring at the moment whether it would harm my eyesight.
However, upon seeing my mom on the bed, I couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Because the mom on the bed wasn't wearing a nightgown like usual. Instead, she was wearing a conservative set of pajamas, just like when I'm at home with her normally, all covered up.
But thinking about it, I understood a little. The reason mom dressed like this was definitely because Da Guo was staying at our house. It wasn't to prevent Da Guo from entering her room in the middle of the night, but rather mom was worried she might accidentally expose herself in her sleep if she wore a nightgown.
Since the weather is quite hot now, mom usually doesn't cover herself with a blanket when sleeping. A nightgown's skirt might get tossed around during sleep, perhaps becoming somewhat revealing.
And the glass on mom's bedroom door—if you look through it, you can see mom on the bed.
In the past, mom wouldn't have been on guard against her own son. Presumably, her son wouldn't deliberately stand at the door peeking through the glass at anything.
But if Da Guo, going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, couldn't help himself, he might catch a glimpse of mom's "spring scenery." Not to mention anything else, the two fair legs under the skirt would be unavoidable.
It seems mom was somewhat wary of Da Guo. Perhaps she was just worried Da Guo might "accidentally" see something in the middle of the night. This also indirectly shows how conservative mom is.
No wonder Da Guo said mom was hard to crack. Looking at it now, it really seems that way. Mom is still very meticulous in what she does.
After Da Guo placed the camera on the bed-end table, he appeared in the frame. At this moment, mom was lying on the bed with her back to him, her legs slightly curled forward, overlapping each other.
Da Guo's breathing was erratic and heavy, recorded very clearly by the camera. Meanwhile, mom on the bed didn't move. I don't know if she was awake or not. Perhaps Da Guo's movements were gentle and hadn't "startled" mom awake yet.
I carefully watched every detail in the frame at this moment to determine when mom woke up.
When Da Guo reached the bedside and stopped, I clearly saw the fair foot mom had placed at the foot of the bed gently rub and tremble slightly, then quickly become still again.
Because the camera was on the bed-end table and mom's fair foot was at the foot of the bed, closest to the camera, I saw it.
Da Guo, with his back to the camera, was standing by mom's bedside, looking at her upper body, so he didn't notice.
So mom wasn't asleep. Or rather, she had already woken up when the door opened, or when Da Guo was in the hallway, or when my bedroom door opened.
By now, mom had already heard someone enter her bedroom and also heard Da Guo's heavy, drawn-out breathing. Her trembling, rubbing foot just now showed her tension and fear at this moment.
Mom isn't stupid; on the contrary, she's very smart. So she must have guessed who the person entering the room was—definitely not her son.
If I wanted to sneak into mom's bedroom, I had the chance every night. I would never be foolish enough to enter mom's room when a classmate was staying over.
So this person at this moment must undoubtedly be Da Guo.
Da Guo still seemed very nervous. I saw him take a deep breath, then extend his hand, reaching towards mom's slightly upturned buttocks at that moment.
Da Guo knew that even if mom was asleep now, she would wake up sooner or later. It was better to just be bold about it.
Da Guo's hand smoothly approached mom's round, firm, and upturned buttocks. Just as it was about to touch, the large hand paused, then gently covered it.
When Da Guo's hand caressed mom's buttocks, I clearly saw mom's body tremble slightly, and the toes of her fair foot stiffen a bit as well.
Da Guo also felt the tremor in mom's body at this moment. His hand just rested on the upper cheek of her buttock, not moving at all.
Time passed minute by minute, second by second. Da Guo remained motionless. By now, he already knew mom wasn't asleep at all but was pretending. Da Guo was waiting, seeing if mom would react in any way in the short term. But mom didn't move. Da Guo's hand, separated by the thin pajama pants, began to gently explore.
About two minutes passed. Confirming that mom wouldn't open her eyes, Da Guo's courage grew.
Mom at this moment also seemed to be waiting, hoping Da Guo would just come in, touch her buttocks, and leave. Unless absolutely necessary, she seemed unwilling to break the current situation. If mom woke up and exposed it, it would only make future meetings between the two awkward. Mom wouldn't fail to understand this logic.
However, mom still underestimated Da Guo's desire and appetite. Sensing that mom wouldn't move, Da Guo actually shifted his large hand. He actually slipped it in from the waistband elastic of mom's pajama pants.
Now Da Guo's hand was inside the back of mom's pajama pants. Through the pajama pants, you could see Da Guo's hand bulging inside. He should be caressing mom's buttock cheeks with zero distance now.
When Da Guo's hand went in, mom's overlapping legs rubbed together slightly—this time it was quite noticeable.
Mom's action, firstly, was because she was very surprised, a natural bodily reaction. Her private, shameful area was being caressed by her son's classmate. Her inner embarrassment and conflict were可想而知.
Secondly, this was a hint, indirectly reminding Da Guo that she was awake, hoping he would back off knowing the difficulty.
But Da Guo not only didn't back off; instead, while caressing with one hand, he used his other hand to hook the elastic waistband of mom's pajama pants, gently pulling them down. Mom's snow-white buttocks and panties were gradually revealed.
Mom's body was now completely rigid. The toes of her fair feet were tightly curled. In her heart, she must be struggling, thinking about whether to open her eyes and stop Da Guo.
But since Da Guo hadn't gone all the way, mom seemed to be wishfully thinking there was still room to salvage the situation.
Da Guo didn't completely take off mom's pajama pants, just pulled them down to the top of her thighs. But it was enough to reveal mom's snow-white buttocks and panties.
Da Guo's breathing was noticeably much heavier now, but he was still trying hard to suppress it. He was putting on an act at this moment: he still didn't know mom was awake; he was doing this secretly.
This also, in a way, forced mom to continue pretending to sleep.
The snow-white buttocks were so conspicuous in this night. I have to say, mom's buttocks were really very round and full, seemingly even larger than Teacher An's.
Mom's lower body was wearing a pair of red panties. It seems women of this age tend to prefer wearing this kind of red underwear, or else the black kind.
"Creak..." As the mattress shifted slightly, Da Guo actually put one knee on mom's bedside, kneeling on mom's bed now.
Because mom was sleeping on the inner side of the bed, her body was some distance from the bedside. Da Guo could reach with his hand, but not with other parts.
The sound from the bed was very noticeable, causing mom's body on the bed to shift slightly as well. At the same time, mom's body tensed up even more.
She was also afraid now, afraid that the sounds Da Guo made were too noticeable. If they alerted me next door, it would be terrible. This, in turn, made mom dare not move recklessly.
Da Guo now had one knee on mom's bed, the other leg still standing on the floor.
"Creak…" Another soft sound. Da Guo's other leg also knelt on mom's bed surface. Now Da Guo's feet were completely off the ground.
After Da Guo got onto mom's bed, his upper body slowly lowered, his nose and mouth approaching mom's exposed buttocks.
"Hiss..." Like a dog, Da Guo sniffed the fragrance coming from mom's buttocks, very gently. And mom, with her back to him, didn't dare move a muscle… All of this seemed to be within Da Guo's expectations…
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