"Mmm..." When my mother saw someone outside the door, she was startled and immediately opened her mouth to scream. But before she could make a sound, Da Guo cupped her face and kissed her deeply. My mother let out muffled noises and even forgot to struggle, her beautiful eyes wide open in shock.
Scaring someone like that could truly be terrifying—no wonder my mother was so frightened.
"Smack... smack... pop..." Daguo held his mother's face and kissed her forcefully. Having been intimate before, their kissing now felt practiced and familiar—this was already the third time Daguo and his mother had kissed.
The first time was when Daguo went to his mother's bedroom late at night, the second time was in the hallway and kitchen of our home, and this was the third.
It took a while for Mother to react, quickly pushing against Daguo's chest, shoulders, and face with her hands.
But Daguo's kiss was so firm that Mother couldn't push him away. At the same time, she didn't dare to make any big movements. Her eyes darted nervously from side to side—glancing toward Teacher An's bedroom and then toward my bedroom—clearly filled with tension and fear.
If Teacher An or I were to come out of our bedrooms and see this, everything would be ruined.
Mother grabbed Daguo's arms, being kissed by him while looking at him with pleading and fearful eyes.
"Pop..." After a long kiss, Daguo finally parted his lips from Mother's. His breathing was slightly hurried, while Mother held her breath, not daring to exhale loudly. She looked at Daguo with a complex expression, but her face was full of fear.
Mother's expression was deeply conflicted. She wanted to scold Daguo but didn't dare to speak, not even daring to breathe loudly, because the walls in this house were thin. If she disturbed Teacher An or me, it would be disastrous.
But neither Mother nor Daguo could have imagined that I was right there, watching everything unfold.
After wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand, Mother tried to push Daguo away and maneuver around him to return to her bedroom.
But Daguo didn't give her the chance. Suddenly, he crouched down, and his long, ape-like arms wrapped around Mother's thighs. Then, with a swift upward motion, he lifted her into the air.
Lifting a heavy object from a crouching position requires strong leg muscles, and Daguo, still a minor, managed it effortlessly. Partly because he was a sports prodigy, and partly because he was so excited—his desire fueling a strength greater than usual.
Mother was wearing Teacher An's nightgown, and as Daguo lifted her, the hem of the dress rode up, revealing her two snow-white, slender thighs and part of her buttocks, which looked pale and round.
As Daguo lifted her so roughly, Mother panicked, pushing and shoving at him but still not daring to speak, even suppressing her breathing.
Held up by Daguo with her thighs in his grasp, Mother's feet were completely off the ground, her slippers still clinging to her delicate feet. Her head was almost touching the ceiling of the hallway.
After lifting her, Daguo turned and headed toward the end of the hallway—in the direction of my bedroom.
Daguo carried Mother in a half-run, half-bounce, her body jostling in mid-air, her hair swaying and flying.
"Click..." Daguo passed by my bedroom door, then freed one hand to gently push the back door, which swung open with a soft sound.
By now, Mother was completely flustered and at a loss, simply being carried and dragged out of the room by Daguo. Their figures disappeared into the kitchen and then into the backyard.
"Huff..." It wasn't until their figures disappeared that I finally let out a heavy exhale. I had been watching the scene without daring to breathe, holding my breath for so long that I nearly passed out.
I quickly stood up, shaking my head which felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, then made my way to the back door. Da Guo had been in such a hurry to leave that he hadn't closed it properly.
There was a gap. I immediately pushed the door open a crack and peered into the backyard.
At that moment, I felt braver than usual. I had only one thought in mind: I absolutely had to find out what was happening between Da Guo and my mom.
I couldn't help but admire Da Guo's boldness and courage. In such a situation, he still had the nerve to do this, completely unafraid of alerting me or Teacher An.
It wasn't hard to understand why Da Guo wasn't worried about me finding out—after all, we got along well, and I had already gotten close to Teacher An. He could face me calmly afterward.
But what about Teacher An?
Wasn't Da Guo afraid of Teacher An discovering them?
If Teacher An found out, he'd probably beat Da Guo half to death.
It really goes to show the saying: "Shamelessness is invincible." To chase after women, you need that kind of audacity and courage.
"Da Guo... let me go... please..." Soon, a faint, whispery voice drifted to my ears with the wind. It was soft, clearly suppressed, yet filled with urgency.
Teacher An's backyard was simple—just a yard with a storage shed facing the door, filled with miscellaneous items, and a pile of wood stacked in the corner.
The bungalow area had no central heating, and some of the older houses even relied on burning firewood for cooking and winter warmth. Every winter, our backyard also needed to be stocked with wood and coal.
"Click..." Then came a sound—the noise of an iron door. Under the moonlight outside, I saw Da Guo hurriedly carrying my mom into the storage shed.
I quickly pushed open the back door and followed. The door to Teacher An's storage shed wasn't locked, as there was nothing valuable inside.
"Da Guo... you're crazy..." As I reached the doorway, I immediately heard my mom's voice, filled with both embarrassment and panic.
"I am crazy... I've been going crazy thinking about you... Why didn't you reply to my messages? Why are you avoiding me?" Then came Da Guo's suppressed voice from inside, broken and interspersed with his heavy breathing.
"I... hurry back... if Xiao Yang and your mom wake up, it'll be a disaster..." My mom spoke while sounds of struggle and resistance echoed from within.
"My mom sleeps deeply after drinking, and Xiao Yang is the same. They won't wake up. I heard both of them get up during the night earlier—they won't wake up until morning..." Da Guo's voice was accompanied by the sound of objects bumping into each other.
"Let me go... if you keep this up, I'll scream..." My mom seemed at a loss, her voice trembling with panic and anxiety.
"Go ahead, scream... even if the sky falls, I won't give up tonight..." Da Guo's voice came from inside, along with the sound of something being knocked over.
"You... mmmph..." My mom tried to say something more, but before she could get the words out, her lips seemed to be covered by something.
"Slurp... slurp... slurp..." The sound of sucking came from inside again. I was right at the door, anxiously pacing around. The iron door indeed had gaps, but if I pressed my face against them, I might be discovered by Daguo and Mom—after all, a dark shadow at the doorframe would be too obvious.
Huh?
Just then, I noticed a small window diagonally above the storeroom. Below it, a pile of wood was stacked. An idea sparked in my mind, and I cautiously climbed onto the woodpile, careful not to make a sound. Standing on the unstable pile, I steadied myself by gripping the windowsill with both hands and peered through a gap in the window. The storeroom window also had a small iron pane, but there was a circular hole where the handle had been, as if it had broken off. Without hesitation, I pressed my eye against the hole to look inside.
The back wall of the storeroom had another window, this one with iron bars. Faint moonlight filtered through the bars, casting a dim light inside.
What I vaguely saw made my breath catch in my throat.
Mom was leaning against a cabinet, with Daguo pressed tightly against her, kissing her passionately. His hands roamed all over her body—rubbing her breasts through her nightgown and stroking her thighs and buttocks.
Mom squirmed and pushed him away, but her movements were so frantic that the cabinet behind her shook and made noise.
The storeroom at Teacher An's house was relatively empty, filled with some tools and unused furniture. The two of them were deep inside, far from the door, partially hidden by a cabinet, making the spot quite secluded.
Daguo's heavy panting filled the air, and Mom, with her mouth blocked, breathed heavily through her nostrils...
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