"Ugh… ugh… ptooey… ugh…" From inside the bathroom came the sounds of Mom retching and spitting, as if she were in great distress, the noises loud and strained.
"Hah…" Meanwhile, Daguo let out a heavy sigh. His thick, lengthy penis had shrunk slightly but remained quite rigid, with a drop of semen still clinging to the tip.
Daguo looked down at his penis, particularly at the traces of saliva still lingering on the shaft, feeling immensely satisfied and pleased.
However, when he noticed the semen stains on the kitchen cabinet and the floor, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Especially when he heard his mother retching in the bathroom, a faint, excited smile crept onto his face.
Thump, thump, thump… Hearing the retching stop and the sound of rinsing begin, Daguo walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, his pants still undone.
"What?" After a brief pause, his mother's voice came from inside, cold and devoid of its earlier gentleness.
"Could you pass me some tissues? I need to wipe… the floor and the counter…" Daguo leaned closer to the door as he spoke, his voice unusually soft. He even omitted the term "Auntie"—was he trying to use this opportunity to bridge the distance between them?
"There are some on the back windowsill…" After another pause, his mother's voice replied.
Daguo glanced back and walked over, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face.
In the kitchen, he picked up the tissues and first wiped his penis clean. Then, he tucked the organ, which had been dangling freely for quite some time, back into his pants and pulled up his basketball shorts. Afterward, he wiped the floor and the countertop.
Once he finished cleaning, he listened carefully to the sounds from the bathroom. There was nothing—no movement, no running water.
She had finished vomiting and rinsing her mouth but hadn't started showering. The only explanation was that she was inside, trying to calm herself and avoiding him, unable to face him at that moment.
Taking a deep breath, Daguo hesitated briefly before walking back to the bathroom door.
"I'm leaving now. Text me if you need anything…" Again, he didn't call her "Auntie," speaking instead as if they were equals. Had what happened between them made him see her as his woman?
His mother remained silent inside, seemingly unwilling to engage with him. No doubt, her emotions were tangled and chaotic at that moment.
"Is something wrong?" Not hearing any response, Daguo's voice tinged with panic. Was he worried she might harm herself in there?
He grabbed the doorknob and yanked it hard. Fortunately, the bathroom door was sturdy, but it still groaned under the force. Daguo was strong—it probably wouldn't withstand five such tugs.
"I'm fine. Just go…" Finally, his mother's voice came from inside after his attempt to force the door.
Unable to see what was happening in the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I really should have installed a camera in there—it was an oversight on my part.
If their first time had happened in the bathroom, I would have missed capturing it entirely.
No matter what, I had to witness and record Mom and Daguo's first encounter, preserving it forever.
"Oh... Goodnight..." Upon hearing his mother's voice, Daguo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He then spoke to her gently, almost as if a husband were addressing his wife.
Daguo walked away with lingering glances over his shoulder, clearly reluctant to leave.
Long after the sound of the door closing behind Daguo faded, the bathroom door cautiously creaked open. His mother peeked out, taking a careful look around.
At this moment, Mother seemed to have been crying—her eyes were slightly red, though her eyelids weren't swollen.
Seeing that Daguo had truly left, Mother couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Daguo might use the sound of the door closing to lure her out.
Carefully, she stepped out, locked all the doors from the inside, and then went back into the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of running water could be heard.
I fast-forwarded through the video until Mother reappeared.
"Hah..." That was everything that had just happened. I let out a heavy sigh, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, though there was also a faint tinge of disappointment.
When I had checked the surveillance footage midway through my encounter with Teacher An, I had thought Mother had completely given herself to Daguo. But the truth was, she had managed to preserve her final sanctuary.
However, Mother and Daguo were no longer innocent in the eyes of the law. Legally speaking, if a man's genitalia enters a woman's body, it is considered sexual intercourse—and this includes not only the vagina but also the anus and mouth.
So, legally, Mother and Daguo had already engaged in a sexual act. But in traditional understanding, only vaginal penetration—the primal form of intercourse—is considered truly having sex.
I opened the real-time surveillance feed of our home and saw that Mother hadn't fallen asleep yet. She was sitting by the bed, holding a photo album, silently weeping as she gently stroked the pictures inside.
Though I couldn't see clearly, I was certain she was looking at photos of Father. Even though their marriage had been arranged by their parents and a matchmaker back in the day, Mother and Father had shared a deep bond. After all, Mother is a traditional, gentle woman, possessing nearly all the virtues of Chinese women.
This was also why, after Father passed away, Mother had rejected advances from other men and refused to remarry. Partly for my sake, and partly for Father's memory—at least for now, he still held a place in her heart.
Daguo had praised my mother countless times precisely because of these qualities. One could say Mother is the kind of wife every man dreams of having.
Watching Mother cry, I could see her sorrow and regret, but also a sense of inner conflict. Perhaps she felt she had betrayed my late Father, but what was done couldn't be undone.
Just moments ago, if Mother hadn't steeled her resolve at the last moment, she would have completely lost herself to Daguo.
I continued watching the surveillance footage until Mother put down the album, closed it, and wiped the cover gently.
She carefully placed the album back in the cabinet, then turned off the bedroom light. However, for a long time, there was no sound of her steady breathing—only the occasional soft sigh.
I turned off my phone and sank into deep thought. My lower abdomen ached slightly, though not severely—probably because I had ejaculated too much.
Scenes from my time with Teacher An replayed in my mind. Every time I recalled how seductive she had been, I felt a lingering sense of desire.
If it weren't for the stimulation from what had happened between Mother and Daguo, I wouldn't have ejaculated three times in a row. The main reason for my heightened intensity was actually the psychological thrill derived from the cuckolding fantasy involving Mother. Otherwise, after two rounds, I probably wouldn't have been able to get erect again.
I don't know how much time had passed, but with the exhaustion and emptiness after ejaculation, I finally fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by a soft knocking sound.
After waking up, I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom, and the memories of last night flooded back into my mind, feeling somewhat surreal.
When I went out and saw Teacher An, I still felt a bit embarrassed, but she was completely at ease, smiling gently at me. Her gaze was incredibly tender, almost like... a young girl with a secret crush on me?
Daguo hadn't gotten up yet. In the end, Teacher An had to go into his room and pull him up by the ear.
When Daguo finally got up, he was yawning incessantly. Upon seeing me, a flicker of shame crossed his eyes, but it quickly vanished without a trace, leaving no room for suspicion.
He really has thick skin. It seems that after returning last night, he was too excited to sleep, undoubtedly replaying the memory of my mother giving him a blowjob.
After having breakfast at Daguo's house, I said goodbye to him and Teacher An. Under Teacher An's subtly reluctant gaze, I rode my bike home in a hurry.
My mother must not have slept well last night either. I hope nothing bad happened.
To get home as quickly as possible, I didn't eat much breakfast at Teacher An's place.
When I arrived home, I pushed my bike into the yard and cautiously opened the door.
The image of my mother giving Daguo a blowjob last night made my heart race uncontrollably. After finally calming myself down, I stepped inside.
As soon as I entered, I saw my mother in the kitchen. She was holding a dishcloth, continuously scrubbing the rice pot and stove...
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