To make sure I wasn't seeing things, I slowly sat up and looked toward Mom. Yes, she had slept in that spaghetti-strap dress last night. And just now, I had accidentally glimpsed her wearing flesh-colored, somewhat sheer panties. Combined with what Sam had done to her last night—masturbating while facing her—it all clicked into place.
After piecing this together, I found myself feeling a sudden dislike for Sam. How could he be so bold? And that was my mom. Dad was sleeping right beside her, yet Sam had ejaculated toward her from behind. With that volume, his semen must have splattered onto her dress—maybe even onto those sheer, flesh-colored panties.
As my mind wandered, I noticed Sam, still asleep, pressing lightly against Mom's slightly upturned rear. Through his loose sweatpants, the outline of his thick, long penis was unmistakable. What shocked me even more was that the shape of his length was slowly, ever so subtly, rubbing against the cleft of Mom's buttocks. If I hadn't secretly sat up, I would never have noticed Sam's movements near her hips.
What should I do? Should I warn Sam?
But in this moment, aside from shock, I felt an inexplicable thrill and excitement. Why was that?
I didn't know. All I knew was that I had no idea what to do next.
While I hesitated, something happened that made my heart race even faster. Sam's large, dark hand slowly emerged from under the blanket covering his lower abdomen. Right before my eyes, unobstructed, it gently reached toward Mom's full, pale buttocks. I watched as that big, dark hand slid upward from the crevice of her rear. Maybe it was my imagination, but the moment Sam's hand touched her, her buttocks seemed to tremble faintly—then fell still again, as if she were sound asleep.
But Sam didn't stop his intrusion because of that slight reaction. He continued caressing her hips slowly, just like he usually did when giving her massages at home, gently stroking her buttocks through the sheer, flesh-colored panties. I felt like I couldn't breathe, yet my heart was pounding wildly. If Mom noticed Sam's actions, if she woke up, if Dad found out—would Sam be kicked out of the house?
I wanted to warn him, but my body felt rooted to the spot. All I could do was stare intently at Sam's large, dark hand as it caressed Mom's tender, pale skin through those sheer panties.
After gently stroking her buttocks for a while, Sam did something that made my breath quicken and my heart pound even harder. I saw him slide four fingers—all except his thumb—into the cleft of Mom's buttocks. She had to feel that, right? Sam, you're way too bold! I screamed inwardly.
Yet, to my surprise, Mom remained completely still, as if she were deeply asleep or drunk.
Sam, however, didn't slow down. From my angle, I couldn't see what his four fingers were doing inside the cleft, but I could see his thumb pressed firmly against her buttock, even indenting the soft flesh.
I stared at Sam's hand. As Sam gently moved his fingers in the crevice of Mom's buttocks for a while, I saw her hips shift forward slightly. That slight movement allowed me to glimpse the crotch of her flesh-colored panties, where Sam's four dark fingers were lightly grazing. Mom must have felt Sam's movement, which was why she shifted forward.
Sam seemed to realize that Mom was awake too. After she moved, his fingers stopped caressing, but his dark hand remained resting on her buttocks, with no intention of withdrawing it.
After about ten seconds, Sam's hand spread wide again, gripping one of Mom's fair, tender buttocks and kneading it gently, this time with much greater intensity. Even more, Sam's hand pried apart the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing the crotch of her flesh-colored panties. Just as I thought Sam might be giving Mom a massage while secretly taking advantage of her, his hand moved toward her crotch. His four dark fingers actually slipped into the crotch, blocked only by the thin fabric of her flesh-colored panties. Wasn't Sam directly touching Mom's private parts?
At this thought, an inexplicable anger surged within me. Sam, you bastard, taking advantage of Mom is one thing, but to go this far—actually reaching into the place where I was born, right between Dad and me.
I wanted to kick Sam, but wouldn't that prove I had seen him touching Mom there?
Wouldn't that embarrass Mom?
Sam might not care, but how would Mom face Dad and me, even though it was all this black man's doing?
What should I do? What should I do? Just as I was wrestling with my thoughts, Sam's hand withdrew from Mom's crotch. In the faint light, I could see a wet gleam reflecting off his four fingers. Still, seeing his hand pull back, my anxious heart finally settled. At least Sam knew his limits. Maybe he hadn't actually touched Mom there—perhaps it was just an unusual massage technique from this black man.
After Sam's hand withdrew, Mom's buttocks remained exposed to the air, covered only by the thin flesh-colored panties. The hem of her nightgown had been pushed up to her hip bones, either by Sam or accidentally while she slept, no longer able to conceal that fair, tender expanse. No wonder Sam was aroused. The sight of Mom's plump, rounded buttocks exposed like this was truly mesmerizing, too tempting.
Just as I was about to relax and lie back down, something appeared that nearly made me scream aloud.
It was something protruding from Sam's lower abdomen, exposed to the air, forming a stark contrast with Mom's fair buttocks. Because that thing—no, that rod, that thick, long, black African penis, which had been hidden in Sam's loose sweatpants—was now standing erect, its egg-sized glans pointing directly at the crevice of Mom's buttocks.
Could it be that Sam was going to rape Mom?
At this thought, my heart leaped into my throat. I was terrified that Sam might do something irreversible. What should I do now? Should I alert Sam?
Yes, I should alert him. I should pretend to be waking up.
Just as I was about to throw off the covers myself to prove I was awake, that thick, long African penis pressed right into the crevice of Mom's black buttocks.
My hand, which had been about to pull back the blanket, froze in place. Time seemed to stop, and the world fell into a silent stillness.
Sam, raping Mom? While Mom was asleep, Sam was raping her?
I stared wide-eyed at the crevice of Mom's buttocks, now tightly sealed by that African penis. Had Mom really been penetrated by Sam?
Impossible. If that had happened, wouldn't Mom have torn Sam apart? Even when Sam accidentally touched Mom's delicate hand, she would scold him. How could she possibly allow him to penetrate her?
Besides, Sam was still just a kid.
What happened next put my mind at ease a little, because that African penis was really just rubbing against the crevice of Mom's buttocks, not penetrating as I had imagined. That was good—at least Sam knew his limits and wasn't bullying Mom. My anxious heart settled a bit.
However, Sam's large penis was still rubbing against Mom's crotch, though very subtly, it was indeed moving back and forth ever so slightly.
Even though nothing had happened between them, Sam's large penis was still making direct contact with the flesh of Mom's buttocks. That was still immoral—Sam was really going too far.
Wait, wasn't Mom's fair, tender buttocks still covered by flesh-colored underwear?
I had been too nervous earlier and forgot that Mom was still wearing a thin, cool pair of flesh-colored panties. Even though those panties had been pushed into the crevice of Mom's buttocks by Sam, they were still definitely on her body. That meant Mom hadn't been invaded by Sam—at least not directly. Between Sam's large penis and Mom's crotch, there was still a thin layer of cotton fabric. Even if that fabric was now hanging by a thread, it was still on Mom's body.
Right, there was still a chance now. I couldn't let Sam continue to mess around with Mom. Mom was fast asleep—how could I let her be bullied by Sam? I had to protect her.
Thinking this, I watched as Sam continued to slowly thrust his African penis. I slowly lay back down, then deliberately let out a muffled groan and kicked off the covers. With that, I glanced sideways and saw that Sam had indeed stopped his movements. He even pulled the covers over Mom's exposed buttocks. This series of actions made me feel a bit smug—served him right for bullying Mom.
A while after I kicked off the covers, I saw that Sam had stopped moving, but the covers were now draped over him and Mom's buttocks, so I couldn't see what Sam was doing to Mom's behind. I started to regret it—now Sam was definitely keeping an eye on me.
As I was thinking this, Mom suddenly turned over, shifting from lying on her side to lying on her back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her prominent, full breasts jutting upward. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she seemed to still be fast asleep, but her face looked unusually flushed. Indeed, with four people sleeping in this small tent, it was a bit stuffy. Thankfully, the mountain air in the early morning was still cool.
With Mom lying down like that, Sam's penis couldn't possibly make contact with her hips anymore, and I finally felt truly at ease. Sam, you son of a bitch, actually masturbating to my mom. If she ever found out, heh, he'd be skinned alive.
I closed my eyes in relief, quietly enjoying the peace of the mountain forest in the early morning. After a while, though, I noticed something odd about Sam's breathing. It was growing heavier—no, more like he was trying to suppress his heavy breathing. Puzzled, I glanced over at him and Mom. Mom was lying down, and Sam was on his side facing her, but he wasn't moving otherwise. The only strange thing was his abnormal breathing.
What's wrong with Sam?
"Hmm... huff..."
Just as I was growing more confused, Sam, who was lying close to me, let out a muffled groan through his nose, followed by another heavy exhale. I stared at him even more curiously, but within seconds, Sam fell completely silent.
How strange, I thought. But since everything had quieted down, it was probably fine.
Lost in my wandering thoughts, and perhaps because I'd woken up too early, I drifted back into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, the tent was empty. Outside, I could hear Sam and Dad talking and laughing—they must have already gotten up for breakfast.
Seeing that I was alone in the tent, a sudden curiosity took hold of me. I got up and lifted the covers where Sam and Mom had slept. Aside from a distinct scent, there was nothing unusual. Like some kind of pervert, I sniffed the spots where they had lain. Sam's side had an indescribable smell, while Mom's side left a faint, pleasant fragrance on the bedding.
As I leaned in closer to sniff, I noticed a few dried droplets on the spot where Mom had slept, right where her hips had been. I reached out to touch it—the area was slightly damp, though it wasn't visible to the naked eye.
Could Mom have wet herself in the morning? Impossible. Someone her age wouldn't do that. Could it be Sam's semen?
The thought startled me. I stared intently at the damp spot, even pressing my nose against it to take a few sniffs. It didn't smell like the familiar scent of semen. Instead, it was an odd odor—not foul, but not pleasant either.
Strange. What is this? It must have been water spilled when Mom or Dad was drinking earlier. That's the only explanation.
But those few dried, slightly yellowish stains... they had to be semen. And it had to be Sam's. He must have secretly masturbated to Mom last night and accidentally dripped it there.
The thought filled me with an indescribable disgust toward Sam. How could he masturbate to my mom? She's the mother of his friend and classmate. How could he do something like that?
"Zihan." I stepped out of the tent and saw Sam and Dad chatting not far away. Mom was nowhere in sight.
"Yeah, Dad. Where's Mom?" I picked up my toothbrush and walked over to them.
"Your mom went back to take a shower. She said sleeping in the tent all night was uncomfortable." Dad looked cheerful, but I wondered if he'd still be smiling if he knew Sam had been masturbating to Mom.
"Zihan, today's the last day of our trip. Let's make the most of it and have some fun. We'll head home tonight."
Sam happily winked at me, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. He had actually bullied Mom.
"Hmm," I replied expressionlessly and walked toward the small river. On the way, I saw Li Xiaojun and Zhang Min brushing their teeth by the riverbank, along with Zhang Min's boyfriend, the PE teacher.
"Good morning, Teacher Zhang," I said as I reached the riverbank.
"Zihan, have you been enjoying yourself these past two days?" Zhang Min smiled at me. I had to admit, she looked really pretty when she smiled—her fair skin had a rosy glow. She must have been well taken care of by her boyfriend last night.
"Yeah, I've had a great time. Right, Class Monitor?" I said with a slight smile, glancing at Li Xiaojun beside me.
"Giggle, yes, it's been a lot of fun," Li Xiaojun playfully rolled her eyes at me.
"Hey, kid, do you have a girlfriend? A place like this is perfect for bringing a girlfriend along."
Zhang Min's PE teacher boyfriend spoke in a rough voice, looking at me confidently. I noticed him standing close to Zhang Min, who was squatting down, with his bulge prominently outlined in his gray sweatpants. After what Sam did to Mom last night, I found myself inexplicably disliking this PE teacher too. He was proudly displaying his erect member right above Zhang Min's head, and she didn't even seem to react—and this was in front of two of her students!
"What are you talking about? Have some manners."
Zhang Min seemed to notice her boyfriend's behavior and gently pushed him. But because he was standing so close, when she looked up at him, the tip of her nose almost brushed against his seemingly erect crotch.
Incredible! I mentally gave the PE teacher a big thumbs-up. He actually had the nerve to get an erection in front of me and Li Xiaojun, almost making Zhang Min's mouth touch it.
"Hahaha, young man, you need to exercise more if you want a girlfriend. Look at your Teacher Zhang—she's my girlfriend."
The PE teacher had a somewhat condescending tone, showing off in front of me.
"Hehe, yes, you're right, Teacher. I'll work on my fitness when we get back to school and try to build a physique like yours," I replied perfunctorily.
"Hahaha, kid, you catch on quick."
"Stop it, you're making it hard for my students to brush their teeth," Zhang Min said, gently patting the PE teacher's thigh. She seemed to really love her boyfriend.
"Zihan, Xiaojun, we'll head back first. You two can discuss it. We'll be leaving this afternoon. Let's all have lunch together, then play a bit more before the trip ends."
Zhang Min smiled at us, and only then did I realize how seductive her smile was—the kind that could make a man get hard just thinking about her.
"Okay, Teacher Zhang," Li Xiaojun nodded.
Watching them leave, only Li Xiaojun and I remained by the riverbank.
"Xiaojun, about yesterday... I'm sorry. I didn't know Sam would do that."
I said, still furious about Sam pulling down my girlfriend's pants yesterday. But there was nothing I could do—cultural differences between East and West meant I could only try my best to stop Sam's inappropriate behavior.
"It's okay, Zihan."
Li Xiaojun gazed at me tenderly, her eyes soft as water, carrying a hint of coquettishness. We hadn't truly come together yet, hadn't tasted the forbidden fruit of Eden, but I was always eager to give it a try.
"Alright, wait for me to brush my teeth, then we'll head back," I said.
"Mm," Li Xiaojun replied obediently, watching me from the side as if looking at her ideal husband, which stirred my heart with excitement.
Today, she wore a gray denim skirt paired with a white short-sleeved top. Perhaps she hadn't noticed, but as she sat on the stairs with her legs slightly apart facing me, I could even see the white underwear beneath her skirt, gently outlining the slight bulge of her vagina.
The sight of the dark pubic hair faintly visible through her white underwear instantly made my lower body stiffen. Li Xiaojun seemed to notice the change in me, her face flushing with embarrassment as she quickly closed her legs. That glimpse of white and black at the base of her thighs vanished from my view.
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