Zhang Jian held my mom like that, fucking her as he walked. He swaggered into the room, right past me, and threw my mom onto the bed.
My mom was so ashamed she wished she could disappear, covering her face like an ostrich and not moving a muscle.
I opened my mouth, but my throat was so dry I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to rush over to stop them, but my whole body was frozen in shock, completely unable to move.
"Son, watch carefully how Daddy fucks your mom."
Excitedly, Zhang Jian lifted my mom's skirt, slapping her wet, ravaged pussy with his huge cock a few times. His thick glans pried open her pussy, which was already gaping slightly. He turned his head, gave me a lewd smile, and then suddenly thrust forward. His entire dick was swallowed by my mom's tender pussy, leaving only his dark, dangling balls quivering outside.
It seemed a drop of her juices had splashed onto my face as Zhang Jian pierced my mom's pussy. Then, as he pounded her like a jackhammer and more and more of her fluids splattered onto my face.
My mom was ashamed and embarrassed at first but she gradually began to enjoy the pleasure from her pussy, even letting out loud comfortable moans.
I just felt my hands and feet turn ice-cold, the world spinning around me. My whole body felt as if it were falling into a bottomless abyss, endlessly dropping...
With a start, I woke up with a chill, only to realize I had fallen asleep. It turned out it was all just a dream. My crotch was wet and sticky. It seemed I had ejaculated again.
Suddenly, I realized my face and neck were wet. I turned my head and saw that idiot Zhang Jian grinning at me, his hands still wet with cold water as he tried to splash me again.
I wiped the water from my face, feeling groggy from sleep and my throat terribly dry. I glared at the grinning Zhang Jian, then got out of the bed, picked up a glass of water, and drank it all in one go.
My mom was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Zhang Jian and me play with a gentle gaze. Seeing my bad mood, she smiled and explained for Zhang Jian, "You slept for so long, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so I told him to wake you up."
I mumbled an "uh-huh" with a hoarse voice. It was already dark outside, and I didn't know how long I had slept.
Thinking about that bizarre dream from before, it had felt so real, as if it had really happened. Under the dim sky outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, making it hard for me to distinguish between dream and reality.
"It looks like it's going to rain. I'm going to start cooking. Binbin, is there anything you want to eat?"
My mom walked to the doorway, frowning at the overcast sky.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted through the room. Her fair rosy cheeks seemed to overlap with the panicked, dazed expression she had in my dream for a moment, leaving me stunned.
"Good thing I didn't do the laundry at noon. Hey, what are you spacing out for? I'm asking what you want to eat!"
Zhang Jian walked to my mom's side, draping his arm over her slender shoulder, smug at being right about his foresight. Seeing me in a daze, he poked me strangely and asked.
"Nothing, I'm just not fully awake and a little dizzy."
I shook my head, trying to clear the chaotic thoughts from my mind. Hearing Zhang Jian's reminder, I came back to my senses and said, "Oh, anything is fine..."
The first heavy rain of late spring and early summer arrived as expected, nourishing the parched, withered earth, washing away the city's clamor, and cleansing every restless soul in its corners.
The world seemed to quiet down for this rain. The roar of engines was gone, the harsh car horns had disappeared, leaving only the soul-stirring tranquility of rain striking the parasol trees.
Even Zhang Jian seemed to have quieted down a lot. During dinner, he stayed close to my mom without making any moves, and the atmosphere was extremely warm and harmonious. The faint smile at the corner of my mom's eyes never disappeared.
The rest of my second year of high school seemed to fly by. The days passed so quickly that all the students began to feel a growing tension.
The academic atmosphere in the class became increasingly heavy. Even during breaks, you rarely saw students going out to play and fool around as they used to. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the upcoming college entrance exam and reined in many of my thoughts. For a long time after that, I no longer spied on my mom and Zhang Jian.
However, Zhang Jian still kept chattering in my ear.
Whenever he had the chance, he'd call me to the second floor to harass the young married woman, or he'd ask me if I wanted to spy again. He seemed to have become addicted to this behavior since that time. But I was truly afraid that the scene from my dream would become reality. I had several opportunities during that time but never mustered the courage to spy, which made Zhang Jian extremely disappointed. He nagged me about it many times, but gradually, he stopped bringing it up.
Until one night. I can't remember the exact day, but I think it was in June. Strangely, that May was unusually hot, making it feel like summer had arrived early. But after several consecutive rains in June, the temperature dropped sharply, becoming much cooler.
That midnight, I don't know why, but I suddenly woke from a dream. I felt I had another strange dream, but upon waking, I immediately forgot it completely. That feeling of trying to recall something but failing was extremely frustrating.
Just as I was thinking of going back to sleep quickly to see if I could continue the dream.
I suddenly heard a faint man's chuckle from inside the room, and the hair on my body stood on end, my back turning cold.
Another very low chuckle, but it was cut short by a sharp intake of breath, and then the room fell silent again, leaving only the chirping of a cricket hiding in some corner.
I was certain that the man's voice from the room had come from behind the curtain, from my mom's bed. And I knew that laugh very well. It was Zhang Jian, who seemed to wish he could keep his dick inside my mom all day long!
I tried my best to keep my breathing steady in the quiet summer night. A mix of excitement, confusion, and chaos filled my heart.
Because Zhang Jian had never told me he would sneak over to my mom's side of the room at night. He always acted as usual in front of me, and I couldn't imagine at all how my mom would have agreed to let him do this.
For a long time, no other unusual sounds came from the room, but if I listened carefully, I could hear faint sounds of saliva and swallowing.
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