Just as my mom was in a state of emotional turmoil, hesitating over whether to trust Zhang Jian, I happened to get home from school.
Hearing the sound of me pushing open the large iron gate outside, my mom couldn't possibly let the naked Zhang Jian leave her room at that moment, as I would have walked right into him.
She could only quickly warn him to keep his word, and hastily pulled the curtain in the room shut...
I think most women probably enjoy being held by a man while they sleep. It makes them feel secure and comfortable and my mom was surely no exception.
Having to sleep alone at night for nearly a year must have been hard for her. It wasn't necessarily about emptiness or lust, but a woman's instinctive longing for a man's steady and strong embrace. And since Zhang Jian had already conquered her soul, she was probably secretly eager to be held by him while she slept.
Besides, whenever I got home from my evening study sessions, I almost never entered her side if the curtain were drawn in. Even if I really needed something, I would just call out and have my mom bring it to me. This habit of mine was likely a major factor in my mom's hesitant decision to let Zhang Jian stay.
Zhang Jian claimed that he really had behaved himself that night and didn't try anything. He just held my mom and slept with her in her bed. It wasn't until the next morning, after I had left for school that he eagerly pushed her down onto the bed and fucked her brains out.
That night, Zhang Jian refused to leave again. Probably because he had been so well-behaved the night before, my mom barely put up a fight and let him stay again.
After that, for the rest of May month, Zhang Jian spent nearly every night with my mother. Because he really didn't cause any trouble at night, my mom just allowed it. Eventually, she even started asking him if he was staying that night.
If Zhang Jian wasn't leaving, my mom would get everything ready in advance, to avoid any slip-ups when I got home from school.
And I, as oblivious as ever, never noticed a single clue. If Zhang Jian hadn't eventually started getting restless and causing trouble at night, I probably would never have found out.
Zhang Jian was well behaved for about half a month, before he slowly started to lose his patience. It was mainly because my mom was so submissive that he felt he had nothing to worry about.
Once I was asleep on my side of the room, he would slowly start squeezing her breasts, fondling her tender pussy, and even pressing his cock into her ass crack to tease her. At first, he didn't dare to actually have sex. He would just pester my mom until she gave him a blowjob.
Naturally, my mom was furious with Zhang Jian for getting handsy with her at night. She pinched his belly until it bruised more than once.
But she couldn't risk making too much noise. After every outburst, she still had to obediently crawl between Zhang Jian's legs and give him a blowjob. Because she was afraid that he would keep pestering her and make too much noise, which I might hear. She had no choice but to swallow her shame and satisfy him. And just a few nights later, she let him fuck her for real.
According to Zhang Jian, my mom was extremely nervous and scared when he fucked her at night; her pussy was unbelievably tight. Especially seeing the pained expression on her face as she bit her lip, desperately trying not to hold back her moans, was so stimulating for him it was almost unbearable. The thrill he felt was indescribable.
I asked Zhang Jian if my mom had gotten angry with him afterward. He nodded and said she gave him the cold shoulder all throughout the next morning and only stopped when I came home for lunch, as it would have been awkward to keep acting that way in front of me.
After I left in the afternoon, she didn't continue sulking. He decided to lay low for a few nights, and after a few more days of coaxing her until she was completely over it, he started shamelessly sleeping by her side again. And after that came the noises I overheard that night.
By this point, I was already unbearably aroused by Zhang Jian's story. Just imagining the lewd scene taking place behind the curtain, of my mom being overwhelmed with shame yet helplessly submitting to Zhang Jian's cock, forced to stifle her moans as the pleasure wrecked her body, made my blood boil.
Finally, I asked the last question lingering in my mind: what were those two sharp "smacking" sounds I heard that night?
Zhang Jian rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed, and said it was because my mom was afraid of making noise, so she pushed him away and wouldn't let him touch her.
He couldn't resist and gave her ass a couple of smacks, and only then did my mom behave, obediently leaning against the wall and lifting her legs. It was as if Zhang Jian felt he had lost face in front of me because my mom hadn't obeyed him instantly.
This time, Zhang Jian and I chatted for quite a while on the second floor. When we went downstairs, my mom smiled and complained that we just ran off after eating without even helping her clean up.
I could only offer an awkward chuckle, not knowing what to say. Zhang Jian saw my mom was in a playful mood, felt the atmosphere was good, so he went over, and gave her a gentle smack on the ass. The sound was quite loud even through her skirt. Afterward, he let out a hearty laugh: "Thanks for the meal, Auntie Tian. I promise we won't run off next time until we've cleaned up."
My mom turned and glanced at me, catching me watching their little exhange. Her pretty face flushed slightly.
I couldn't be too obvious about it, so I had to play along as innocently as possible, echoing Zhang Jian's words while secretly praying my mom wouldn't get angry out of embarrassment.
But even if she was, my mom could never show it openly in front of me. After all, she had to maintain her dignity as a mother. Zhang Jian's playful behavior could be passed off as just young people being energetic and mischievous. If she started anything with him now, it would seem a bit improper. So, she could only shoot Zhang Jian a mild glare.
Zhang Jian knew that she wasn't really angry. He exaggeratedly hugged her from behind with a goofy grin: "Auntie Tian, your cooking is amazing. I feel like I've gained weight eating here every day. Look, Auntie Tian, haven't I gotten fatter?"
I felt my mom give me a guilty look, and she squirmed a little awkwardly in his arms as she casually replied, "Mhm, you have gotten a bit fatter."
Perhaps embarrassed by such intimacy with Zhang Jian in front of me, she quickly patted the arm he had wrapped around her slender waist. "Alright, that's enough. You're a grown man but all you do is fool around. I'm going to cut some watermelon for us."
Zhang Jian eagerly tried to curry favor with my mom: "You should rest Auntie. I'll do it."
With that, he actually bent down, hooked his arm under the back of her knees, and swept her up into a princess carry.
My mom, suddenly losing her balance, let out an involuntary gasp. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, only to realize how shameful this position was. She was being carried like this by a man right in front of her son.
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