"Ah… master… this bitch's… ass… belongs… only to master… ah… so good… mmm… master… harder… mmm, ah… fuck… this bitch's… ass… harder…"
"Heh heh, didn't Turtle say I could only fuck your pussy? Why are you breaking our rules and offering me your ass to fuck…"
"Because… ah… Turtle's… is… too small… doesn't deserve… ah… to fuck… this bitch's… ass…"
Slap, slap, slap… "So this bitch's ass is only for her master to fuck, is that right?"
"Yes… ah… yes… master… this bitch's ass… belongs only to master… Turtle… doesn't deserve… to fuck this bitch's… ass… ah… so good… ah… master… please… harder…"
"Ah… you bitch… I'm going to cum…"
"Master… ah… cum for me… cum inside… this bitch's… ass… ah… ah…"
"Ah, fuck... you bitch... you're so damn slutty... ah, here it comes..."
"Ah... Master... shoot it inside... ah... so deep... Master's hot... noble semen... cumming... ah... so hot... so hot inside my ass... ah... Master... move again... ah, I'm coming... ah... ahhh..."
With a long, drawn-out moan, the world returned to its original silence, as if nothing had ever happened.
I could tell Sam had finished. I retreated to the riverbank where I had entered, pretending to wash my hands. Before long, I saw the English teacher emerge from that direction.
I hurried back. Soon after, the English teacher in her beige dress came up from the riverbank. Watching her walk toward her husband, her butt slightly raised, her steps awkward and strained, she looked as if she were in pain somewhere.
If I hadn't just heard her and Sam having sex, I would never have known that such a virtuous and innocent young woman had her asshole filled with Sam's semen.
Not long after, Sam came up from the riverbank. As soon as he emerged, he saw me staring at him and walked over with a smile.
"Zihan, hehe, was it good?" Sam patted my shoulder.
"What was good?" I looked at him, puzzled.
"Oh, haha, sorry, nothing. I meant, did you have fun today?"
Sam seemed strange.
"I'm nowhere near as good as you."
I winked at him. Sam was really something—fucking the English teacher's asshole and even cumming inside it. Looking at Sun Xiaoxiao's figure, her asshole probably still had Sam's semen inside.
"Hehe, you know?" Sam said.
"The way the English teacher came up from below, and you followed right after—how could I not know?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Hehe, Zihan, you're so clever. You figured it out right away. Can't help it—she's just too obsessed with me."
Sam said confidently.
Looking at his dark, tanned face, I almost laughed. How could the English teacher be into him...
"Let's go back. Mom will start worrying soon."
I said.
"Oh, right, let's hurry. Don't want Mom to scold us." Sam still seemed afraid of Mom. I smiled with satisfaction—Mom was the eternal goddess, not to be violated.
"Class, to help everyone better understand nature, get to know each other better, and strengthen friendships among classmates, we've decided to set up tents and camp here tonight!"
As the homeroom teacher, Zhang Min stood in the middle of the campfire circle and announced to everyone.
"Yeah...! Woo-hoo...!"
As soon as Zhang Min finished speaking, the students erupted in cheers. Usually, everyone was used to the stifling noise of the city, with no time to experience this kind of life, so they all loved gatherings like this.
"Alright, tonight, everyone should return to their own family's tents to rest. Students who don't want to sleep can gather around the campfire. It's late, so don't wander off to avoid accidents. Parents, please keep an eye on your children."
Zhang Min also seemed happy, smiling as she spoke to everyone.
"Woo-hoo... Zihan... tonight we're sleeping in a tent with Mom and Dad. Don't snore... or Mom will... hehe..." Sam said to me.
"I don't snore..." I rolled my eyes at him. Maybe I did sometimes, but Sam just didn't get it.
"Haha, looks like we won't be able to play on our phones tonight," Sam said.
"..." Yeah, sleeping in a tent with my parents meant I could only obediently go to sleep.
"It's fine, you don't have to sleep. You can chat with Xiaojun all night, hehe." Sam seemed genuinely happy—what was there to be so happy about just sleeping in a tent?
We played until very late. I noticed Li Xiaojun had changed into a different short-sleeved shirt. It seemed she had swapped out the one stained with my semen. Strangely, though, she stayed close to her mother the whole time and didn't come over to play with Sam and me.
That night, Dad and a few other adults drank quite a bit. Sam and I dragged him into the tent to sleep. The thought of having to smell his alcohol all night made me uncomfortable, but thankfully, Mom and Sam went back to the tent to take care of him.
Li Xiaojun came over and chatted with me for a while. As everyone gradually grew tired and returned to their own tents to sleep, she and I secretly shared a kiss before heading back to our respective family tents.
I unzipped my family's tent. The lights were already off inside, and all I could hear was Dad's loud snoring. In the darkness, I saw Mom lying on her side next to Dad, with Sam sleeping on the other side of her. Everyone was covered with quilts—it had to be said, the nights here were actually a bit chilly.
Seeing that Sam and my parents were already fast asleep, I zipped up the tent and gently lay down beside Sam. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds outside the tent—the mountain wind, the flowing river, birds chirping, and trees rustling. What a joyful feeling. How many chances in life do you get to experience camping like this?
Thinking about everything that had happened over the past two days, it really felt like a dream. Most importantly, I had actually been intimate with Li Xiaojun. Looking at Sam breathing evenly beside me, it seemed like everything had slowly started to change since he came to our home.
As I lay there thinking, my consciousness gradually blurred, and I was about to drift off to sleep.
When everything sank into the night, only endless silence remained.
"Whoo... whoo..." In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the call of an unknown bird outside the tent. Its cry was so profound, as if it arose from the depths of the soul.
Just as I was quietly listening to the bird's call, I felt Sam's thigh brush against me, snapping me out of my drowsy state...
I glanced at Sam and noticed there was a person's width of space between him and Mom. It seemed Sam was also afraid of being scolded by her. My mind drifted back to that stormy night at home—Mom must have lectured Sam afterward, teaching him about Chinese etiquette.
I saw Sam pull the quilt up to his neck. Haha, it seemed even this black guy was afraid of the cold. As I was thinking this, Sam's thigh—or maybe his butt—brushed against my body again.
Strange, was Sam having a nightmare? I looked at him sleeping with his back to me. His breathing was even and steady. What was going on?
"Hmm... huff... huff..."
Just as I was wondering about Sam, I heard Mom, who was lying on her side between Dad and Sam with her back to Sam, let out a heavy breath—from her nose. It seemed like... like she was trying to suppress her breathing?
If I hadn't woken up suddenly in the middle of the night, I definitely wouldn't have noticed.
What was wrong with Mom? Was she having a nightmare too?
At that moment, I held my breath, quietly listening to what was happening between my mother and Sam beside me. Meanwhile, my father's snoring started up, one breath after another.
"Hmm… snore… snore…" It sounded like thunder—clearly, he was exhausted. After drinking with a few adults, he had sunk into a deep sleep.
"Hmm…"
Just as I was listening to my father's snores, a low, muffled sound—one I knew all too well—no, more like a moan, suddenly came from beside me. It was like a bolt of lightning flashing through my mind, instantly putting me on high alert.
Why is that sound coming from inside our tent?
I've only ever heard that deeply ingrained, enchanting melody during intimate moments with Li Xiaojun, when Sam was embracing our English teacher, and when Sam showed me the video of him and his girlfriend "playing adult games."
But why is that sound in the tent now? Could it be...?
The thought startled me. I didn't move, lying in the darkness with my eyes fixed on Sam in front of me. He was still sleeping on his side, completely motionless, his breathing even and steady. There was nothing unusual about Sam. Could it be that Mom was having a nightmare?
I shifted my gaze toward my mother. She was also lying with her back to Sam and me, seemingly sleeping peacefully. Maybe I had misheard?
"Schlick..."
In the quiet, cramped tent, the sound of something wet rubbing against something else suddenly came from a corner. What on earth was going on?
I held my breath, straining to listen for any sign of trouble—perhaps an animal outside the tent.
"Mmm... schlick..." Sam shifted slightly, but the blanket remained draped over him. I only felt his thigh brush against mine again.
Strange, why was that wet sound back?
"Snore... snore..." Dad's snoring continued uninterrupted.
After Sam moved, I focused intently for a while longer. Only the intertwined breathing of Mom and Sam filled the air. Could the wet, rubbing sound have been my imagination?
Just as I was convinced I had misheard, Sam's lower half beneath the blanket gently nudged me again—so lightly, as if by accident during sleep—before slowly pulling away from my thigh.
No, something was off. I had been watching Sam and Mom's upper bodies closely. Just now, in the darkness, as I wondered why Sam kept brushing against my lower half, I noticed the blanket over Sam's lower body moving ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Could it be...?
Was Sam doing something to Mom again?
The thought made me tense up once more, my breath catching in my throat. I glanced toward the blanket covering Mom's lower half, and what I saw made my breathing grow heavy. The blanket over her was also moving slowly, so subtly it was almost invisible, but my vigilant eyes detected the faint, rhythmic motion.
No, it couldn't be. Absolutely impossible. Mom was so stern, so strict—how could she let Sam mess around like this?
"Schlick... schlick... schlick..."
That suffocating, wet rubbing sound returned, no longer just a single occurrence but a continuous rhythm—one sound fading as the next began.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on me. My body trembled involuntarily. How could Sam be so bold? Not only was I here, but Dad was sleeping right beside us. How could Mom possibly go along with his antics?
If last time I had accidentally seen Sam seeking Mom's protection during a thunderstorm out of fear, then what was the reason this time—if my suspicions were correct?
"Mmm... huff... huff..." Whether it was my imagination or not, I even thought I heard Mom's breathing growing heavier.
"Slurp... slurp... slurp... mmm..." The sound of wet friction gradually quickened. I saw Mom's hand seem to grab something behind her under the blanket, but the wet, rubbing noise didn't fade away.
What on earth was happening?
Sam's hip happened to bump against my thigh again. Following the contact, I pretended to be woken up by him, adjusted my position, and pulled the blanket over myself, feigning discomfort in my sleep. I kept pulling it over my head, but in reality, I wanted to see what was happening beneath the covers.
With my movement, the sound ceased, the blanket stopped trembling, and the tent fell into dead silence once more.
This left me feeling somewhat frustrated. Under the blanket, I noticed Sam was still sleeping on his side, facing away from me. Wait—he was lying on his side, so why was his upper body so close to me while his lower half leaned toward Mom? It was as if he were lying diagonally across the bed.
Could the reason for the slight trembling of the blanket near Mom and Sam's lower bodies earlier be...
At this thought, I gasped sharply. There was an indescribable scent under the blanket, but I recognized it—a chaotic, intoxicating odor, the kind that emanates from the private parts of men and women.
No, it couldn't be. I saw Sam's lower half leaning toward Mom, but he wasn't moving. I must be overthinking it.
Where were Sam's hands?
Why were Sam's hands missing under the blanket?
Damn it, where were Sam's hands?
Just as hope seemed to flicker and then fade, I saw Sam's hand actually reaching toward Mom.
It's fine. Sam definitely wouldn't bully Mom. Mom is so strict—how could that be possible?
"Slurp... pop..."
A sound of wet friction, clearer than ever before, came from beneath Sam, followed by his hips slowly moving backward.
"Pop... slurp... slurp... slurp..." Then, Sam slowly shifted his hips forward again, as if something awaited his approach near his buttocks.
My heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Sam continued to slowly rock his hips back and forth, very gently, but the wet, rubbing sounds from beneath him didn't diminish in the slightest. Under the blanket, I sensed that lewd scent growing stronger and stronger.
Impossible. It must be that pervert Sam masturbating toward Mom. Mom, hurry up and scold Sam! Kick him away! Yet, I didn't see Mom react at all. Instead, I watched as Sam's hips gradually increased their motion and speed.
"Pop... slurp... pop... slurp... pop-slurp..." The wet, friction-filled sounds grew faster and faster.
Then, I actually saw Sam slowly lift one thigh. Wait—Sam was sleeping in his pants, with no sign of having taken them off. But his back-and-forth hip movements didn't stop; he kept thrusting toward Mom. Strange—could Sam really be masturbating toward Mom?
"Ah..." With a muffled groan, I saw Sam's body, which had been lying on its side, suddenly roll flat onto his back. The blanket immediately covered his lower half, but in that split second, I caught a glimpse beneath the covers—Sam's thick, dark penis withdrawing from beneath Mom's backside as she lay facing away from him. It was too dark to see whether Sam had pulled down Mom's pants, but I watched as his thick, rigid member shifted from pointing toward Mom's buttocks to pressing against the blanket, lifting it high. Then, thick, milky-white jets of semen spurted out under the covers. I saw those heavy, copious streams fall onto his dark stomach, and some even trickled onto my thigh.
At that moment, Sam slowly pulled my blanket aside. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. Sam watched me for a moment before gently covering me again.
Then, I saw Sam under the blanket, slowly tucking his thick, lengthy penis back into his pants with both hands.
Damn it, so Sam's penis had been sticking out through his zipper. No wonder he hadn't taken off his pants.
Next, he slowly lifted the blanket. Peering through the shifting covers, I saw that Mom on Sam's side hadn't moved at all, appearing to be fast asleep as well.
Fuck you, Sam. You actually jerked off to my mom. I was furious but didn't dare show it. So all this time, I'd been smelling the scent of his dick as he masturbated under the covers. That bastard Sam...
I hated it, but what could I do? I had to find a way to keep Sam from getting too close to Mom. That was all I could manage.
That damn Sam actually jerked off to my mom. If Mom ever found out, heh, he'd be packing his bags and heading back to South Africa in no time.
The image of Mom's flushed, pretty face, her stern expression with furrowed brows and glaring eyes, brought me some comfort. But the fact that Sam dared to jerk off to Mom was something I never expected. Mom's charm is undeniable, but she's our mom. How could Sam do something like that...
I could no longer stand the nauseating, pungent smell of his semen under the covers. Pretending to be too hot, I stuck my head out. In the darkness, Sam lay there with his thick lips parted as he breathed, looking utterly comfortable and at ease as he slept. Damn you, Sam. You're not even human. Jerking off to Mom is bad enough, but how can you sleep so soundly without a care? Fuck!
As much as I hated it, exhaustion spares no one. Amid my frustration, I eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next day, for some reason, I woke up early. Listening to the steady breathing of Mom, Dad, and Sam, I noticed Sam had kicked the blanket aside at some point. Remembering what he'd done the night before, I started to feel a growing dislike for him...
Just as I was glaring hatefully at Sam, Mom's silhouette appeared in my peripheral vision. Her snow-white back was clad in a spaghetti-strap dress, and lower down—since Sam had carelessly kicked the blanket away—I could see the hem of her dress riding up over her full, rounded buttocks. Through the slightly sheer flesh-toned panties, the pale, tender flesh of her buttocks was faintly visible.
Mom, she's so beautiful. Gazing at her fair back and perky buttocks, I couldn't help but think it.
What the hell am I doing? That's my mom! I cursed myself inwardly, calling myself inhuman.
I glanced at my mother's back, and suddenly, a serious question crossed my mind.
Did she sleep in that strapless dress last night?
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