"Tap, tap, tap..." A series of knocks on the door woke me up. "What time is it? You two still aren't up yet!"
Mom was outside, calling for Sam and me to get out of bed. Ever since Sam started sharing my room, Mom stopped coming in to wake me up personally.
"Mom, it's Saturday. Let us sleep a little longer," I called toward the door. "Alright then. Order takeout or go out to eat today. I'm working overtime," Mom said. "Okay, Mom," I replied. Only after hearing the sound of her high heels and the door closing did my anxious heart finally settle. Mom had finally shown mercy today, allowing us to sleep in.
I sat up and glanced at Sam. This guy was drooling at the corner of his mouth. Then I looked down at his side—huh, where was that pair of women's underwear? The flesh-colored lace panties from last night—no idea where Sam had tossed them.
"Ah, just a little more sleep," I yawned and lay back down. "Zihan, get up! We're going to get scolded by Mom if we don't," Sam shook me anxiously from the bedside. "Uh, Sam, Mom's working overtime today. She won't be back until tonight," I rolled my eyes at him. I had just been dreaming about playing grown-up games with Li Xiaojun, and now this guy...
"Ah! Really? Hehe, woohoo! Let's go out to eat, go out and have fun! Oh yeah, let's invite Li Xiaojun too!"
Sam got excited as if he'd taken some kind of stimulant. "Uh, I'm a bit tired. Let's just stay home today," I said. After playing those grown-up games once last night, my body felt completely exhausted.
"Haha, Zihan, such a great opportunity and you're not going? If you don't go, I will. I'll go find Li Xiaojun to play and give her a Christmas gift while I'm at it." Sam had a lovesick look on his face.
"Then you go ahead. I'm really tired today," I said. "Hehe, Zihan, you wouldn't..." Sam's dark face leaned in close to mine. "No way," I rolled my eyes at him again.
"Hahaha, even if it were true, it's fine! Zihan is a man after all!"
Sam burst into laughter. "If you're not going, then I'll go meet some friends to play basketball!"
Sam declared. "Go ahead. Just remember to bring me back some lunch," I squinted at Sam. "Alright, I'm going to brush my teeth," Sam said before leaving the bedroom. Truthfully, I was waiting for Sam to leave so I could take a good look at that silicone butt again. I wanted to have another go—it felt too damn good.
After Sam came back to retrieve the gift he had given Li Xiaojun and left again, I waited until I heard the sound of the door closing before immediately getting up and taking out that silicone butt. My heart began to race once more as the soft texture traveled from my palm to my brain. Unconsciously, my penis hardened again. Looking at it, it was indeed much smaller than Sam's. But as I gazed at the silicone butt on the bed and the opening of the vagina, I swallowed hard. Slowly, I pressed my erect penis closer to the flower-like opening. "Ah... this sensation..." Feeling the glans gradually enter the vaginal opening, the tightness and the warm, moist texture nearly made me lose control. "How does Sam last so long?" I couldn't help but admire him. Looking down at the silicone buttocks, the plump, upturned rear, a surge of desire welled up from deep within my testicles. I began to imitate Sam, slowly inserting myself fully into the silicone vagina. The increasingly intense tightness made me tremble uncontrollably. Slowly, I pulled out, and after a few thrusts, the urge to ejaculate emerged again. I started to mimic Sam's rapid thrusts, forcing my penis from beneath my lower abdomen deep into the vagina. With both hands caressing the silicone buttocks, my mind inexplicably drifted to Li Xiaojun's face, then to her slightly raised chest, and finally to her gently upturned rear. "Ah..." I shuddered violently, releasing a torrent of youthful semen into the silicone vagina below. Once again, I had played an adult game in the morning. It was just too damn exhilarating.
"If only it were Li Xiaojun," I thought. I must find an opportunity to date her. Maybe then I could play adult games with her. Her small buttocks must be so fragrant...
I shook my head. What was I thinking? How had I become like this?
I got up, cleaned myself, placed the silicone butt back into the gift box, and returned it to the bookshelf.
After washing up on the second floor, I went back downstairs for breakfast. Mom's cooking was really good, though most of the time she couldn't get up early enough to make breakfast for us. After all, she works hard and needs enough rest too.
While watching TV, my phone vibrated with a WeChat message from Sam. "Zihan, look who this is," it read.
A moment later, a picture came through—it was Li Xiaojun. "Damn..." I replied. "Where are you guys hanging out?" Honestly, I never expected Li Xiaojun to agree to go out with Sam. I kind of regretted not going now. Even though Sam and Li Xiaojun had been studying together a lot over the past two months, and she really enjoyed speaking English with him, this was still surprising. "We're at school. I asked the class monitor to come play basketball with me, hehe," Sam replied, sending another photo—this time of Li Xiaojun shooting a basket. "You're killing it, Sam," I could only say with envy. "Hahaha, you should've come. Gotta go, I'm hanging out with the monitor now," Sam replied. Ugh, showing off. "Freaking show-off."
Around noon, Sam came back, drenched in sweat. "Zihan, I brought you some food. Xiaojun and I already ate out," he said, placing the meal on the living room table and looking at me sprawled on the couch. "Mm," I replied. "It's so hot, I'm going upstairs to shower," Sam said before heading up to the second floor. After I finished lunch, Sam came back downstairs, freshly showered. "Zihan, I'm pretty tired. I'm going to my room to sleep," he told me. "Yeah, go ahead," I said. Sam went to his room, and I continued watching TV. A little while later, I felt the urge to pee and headed upstairs.
After relieving myself, I slowly made my way back down. Passing by the laundry room, I noticed Mom's clothes still in the basket, with her flesh-colored bra hanging over the edge. "Why didn't Mom close the door? It's not good if Sam or I see this," I thought, closing the door before heading to my room to sleep.
"Zihan, check out this picture," Sam said mysteriously, holding out his phone. It showed a pale, smooth buttocks with a thick, long black dick inserted into the crack. "Another one with your French girlfriend?"
I squinted at Sam lying on his bed. "Yep," Sam licked his lips. With a dick that big and thick, his girlfriend must be in pain...
"Now look at this one," Sam swiped to another photo. This time, it showed a pale lower abdomen, the girl's hairless vulva, and a large black glans emerging right from the center. The girl's pale, smooth thighs were tightly clamped around the black shaft.
"Oh, it's not fully inserted. That's a relief," I thought to myself, secretly wiping sweat for his French girlfriend.
"Hehe, Tina and I took this at school. Pretty wild, huh?" Sam looked smug and pleased with himself, grinning at me. "Damn!" I gave him a thumbs-up.
"Zihan, you should go for it too. Maybe you and Li Xiaojun... hehe... you know what I mean?"
Sam raised his eyebrows at me. "Uh, haha, I wouldn't dare," I shook my head. Who in China would dare do something like that? "You won't know unless you try," Sam said.
"Forget it," I said, sprawling out on the bed. Honestly, what Sam said—I really wanted it, badly, super badly. But first, Li Xiaojun would have to be my girlfriend, right? "Hehe, Zihan, you Chinese have an old saying: 'Haste makes waste.' Take it slow, and maybe you'll get there," Sam said. "We'll see," I closed my eyes, and Sam didn't say anything more, probably chatting with his girlfriend again.
It wasn't until evening that Mom came home.
"Ah, I'm exhausted today. Aren't you two going to help me with some chores?" Mom sat down on the sofa. Today, she was wearing her bank uniform—a professional skirt suit—with flesh-colored stockings covering her long, pale legs that seemed to glow. "Zihan, go wash some fruit for Mom. I'll give your mom a massage," Sam glanced at Mom, then at me. "Okay," I replied. Seeing how tired Mom looked, my heart ached. I swore I'd work hard to earn money in the future so she wouldn't have to go to work. "Mom, lie down properly. I learned some new techniques today..."
"Ah... giggle... ah... it hurts so much, Sam... be gentler..." Mom cried out in pain as Sam massaged her. I was in the kitchen washing fruit, feeling her pain from afar, but I didn't worry about Sam's skills. After his massages, you'd feel so relaxed it was like floating on air.
"The fruit's ready," I brought it to the living room and saw Mom had taken off her jacket, revealing a long-sleeved gray shirt underneath. She was lying face-down on the sofa. To my surprise, Sam was sitting on her legs, using his weight to press down on her thighs covered in flesh-colored stockings while working on her lower back. "Hahaha... Sam... stop... hahaha, it tickles... ah... right there... yes... it hurts so much... mmm..." Mom alternated between cries of pain, laughter from tickling, and sounds of pleasure, making me shake my head. I knew that feeling—a mix of soreness and relief.
"Mom, don't move. Once I'm done, all your fatigue from today will be gone," Sam said. Since Mom was about the same height as him, he leaned forward, his hands moving from her lower back up to her slender neck. "Feeling good, Mom? I learned the real deal from my mom's massage techniques in South Africa," Sam boasted, glancing at me as if to say, "See how awesome I am?"
Pfft, as if that's something to brag about. I ignored them and lay on the sofa, scrolling through my phone.
"Feels good... mmm... Sam... a little to the left... yes... ah... mmm... it hurts... use more force... okay, okay... ah... mmm... ouch... mmm..." Mom's cries filled the living room, making me turn my back to them while playing on my phone. I couldn't shake the feeling that Sam was showing off to Mom, silently implying he was way better than me.
"Mmm... huff... mmm..." After a while, Mom's cries faded into sounds of pure relaxation. I didn't want to look, since I roughly knew Sam's massage routine. When Dad, Mom, or I started making sounds of pleasure, it meant the session was almost over. But as I watched a video on my phone with a dark background, the screen reflected the scene from across the sofa. Why was Sam lying on top of Mom?
I was startled and turned to look. I saw Sam still sitting on Mom's lap, one hand supporting his body while his elbow pressed against Mom's back. No wonder it looked like he was leaning over her on the screen. But something felt off—I just couldn't pinpoint what. Was he being too intimate?
"Sam, are you almost done?" I said. It couldn't be comfortable for Mom to have him pressing on her leg like that.
"Almost there," Sam replied. He ended up leaning almost his entire weight onto Mom, his elbow sliding toward her neck. "Ahh…" Mom let out a soft, contented moan. As he leaned forward, Sam's lower body nearly pressed against her rear, though I could still see he wasn't actually touching her.
"All done, Mom. Feel better?"
Sam stood up and turned to ask her. Though it happened quickly, I was watching from across the room, and I thought I saw something shift inside Sam's basketball shorts. Once he turned away, I couldn't see anymore. "Mhm, thank you, Sam," Mom said, turning her head to look at us. Her face was flushed, her eyes gentle, and her lips slightly curved into an adorable smile. A few strands of hair clung lazily to her forehead, making her look irresistibly charming. "Sam, you're amazing," I said, genuinely impressed. "Zihan, you lie down too. Let me give you a massage. Didn't you say you were tired today?"
With that, Sam pushed me onto the sofa, and I had no choice but to let him work on me. "Ooh… Sam… be gentle… yes, right there… ah… so sore, so sore… hahaha… ah…" I couldn't help but let out a mix of groans and laughter—painful yet pleasurable.
"Giggle…" Mom watched us, laughing happily.
After lying face down for a while, Mom got up and went upstairs. She returned a little later, changed into fresh clothes, and headed to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Sam sat on my lap afterward, and I made sure to pay close attention—nothing felt strange. Maybe I was just overthinking things.
After dinner, I realized it had been a week since I last updated "My Her" on ccnncc.com. Mom and Sam were in the living room watching TV and chatting casually, so I retreated to my bedroom to work on my novel. Lately, spending time with Li Xiaojun had helped me gradually expand the plot for "My Her." A fan from Germany had shown great interest in my story, urging me to update sooner and even tipping me a few dozen dollars, which had made my day for quite a while.
Not wanting to disappoint my readers, I focused intently in my bedroom, typing away to deliver the best story to fans from around the world.
"Ah…" I don't know how much time had passed when a sudden cry pulled me back to reality. It seemed to come from the living room. What happened?
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