I dragged my feet weakly, just about to go back to the room, and suddenly I saw from the corner of my eye that the door of my parents' bedroom seemed to be half-open.

I stopped immediately.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The door was indeed half-open.

The dark crack of the door that was not closed was particularly prominent compared to the red wooden door.

Why was the door not closed?

Although I was confused, I was more inexplicably excited. After hesitating for a few seconds, I lowered my footsteps and walked over.

When I came to the door, I didn't dare to move, for fear of making strange noises and waking up my parents in the room.

Or, before I went to the toilet, my father had just returned to the room after going to the toilet, and it was possible that he was awake at this time.

I stood still for two minutes, but I didn't hear any sound in the house.

Maybe my parents were asleep?

The door was open because they got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night?

If my parents were awake, what should I do after I opened the door?

Countless possibilities and results flashed through my mind, but I still couldn't get rid of the idea of ​​stealing the beauty in my heart. I could only comfort myself and tell myself that I would just take a look and do nothing.

Just a look...

I swallowed nervously, my hand tremblingly grasped the door handle, and gently pushed it hard. A "squeak" sound immediately scared me half to death.

I even felt like going back to the house to sleep.

I held the door handle like this, motionless for half a minute. I didn't hear any unusual noise in the house, so I was relieved and pushed it gently again.

"Squeak"

The door is not locked!

I gritted my teeth, grasped the door handle tightly, and pushed the door half open.

This time there was no friction sound, only a "buzzing" sound of breaking through the air, but I froze in place, my heart pounding, as if it was about to jump out.

Except for my own heartbeat, the silence in front of my ears was audible.

The room was dark, and the floor-to-ceiling window reflected the only light that fell on the bed. I could vaguely see a figure lying on the bed.

Is that Dad? Or Mom? It's a little unclear.

Eh? That's not right!

A person?

How could it be a person?

I moved my feet, trying hard to see the figure lying on the bed, whether it was Dad or Mom.

One step... Two steps... Can't see clearly.

Three steps... Four steps... Still can't see clearly.

Unconsciously, I took short steps and walked to the bed.

I froze in place, holding my breath, looking at the figure lying on the bed, and finally confirmed it.

That's Mom.

What about Dad?

A trace of doubt flashed through my mind, and I stopped thinking about it.

Instead, I was inexplicably excited that Mom was alone.

The environment in the room was a little dim, and I couldn't see what Mom looked like now, but I was sure that Mom was still asleep.

I swallowed a mouthful of it, clenching and unclenching my hands, sweat pouring out of my palms.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but when the opportunity really came to me, I hesitated.

More importantly, I was afraid.

In my life, I had never seen or heard of anyone fucking their own mother.

I was afraid of doing something I had never heard of before.

But...

I took my feet out of my slippers, walked barefoot on the floor to the head of the bed, slowly squatted down, and looked at my mother carefully.

My mother lay on her side, her arms placed up and down on her chest, her black hair spread like clouds, her beautiful eyes closed, her red lips breathing evenly, and she slept very quietly.

The thin summer quilt covered my mother's body, outlining an attractive figure curve with her bulging hips and slender waist.

An impulse rose in my mind, and I lifted my mother's quilt, but this thought flashed through my mind, because that would definitely wake my mother up.

Looking down at the hard cock under my crotch, I panted, held it with my hand, stared at my mother's cheek, and started to jerk it.

Before entering the door, I didn't think so at all, but when I really faced my mother, I backed off again.

Although I vented with my hands, it still brought me unspeakable stimulation.

While stroking my cock with my hand, I lowered my head and smelled my mother's hair, and soon, I wanted to ejaculate.

Squatting in front of my mother, I ejaculated again in her bedroom.

Last time, I ejaculated on my mother's face, and this time, I ejaculated in her underwear.

I took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and prepared to leave my mother's room.

As soon as I got up, I unexpectedly found a small box on the bedside table.

My heart sank suddenly, just like a big stone thrown into a calm lake, which went up and down several times and could not calm down.

With trembling hands, I picked up the small box. It clearly said "condom" on it, and the packaging had been opened.

Although I had a guess in my heart, I didn't want to believe it.

It was not until now that I realized that it was just self-deception.

I knew very well that my parents were a couple, and it was normal for them to have sex, so normal that no one could find fault with it.

But I just felt uncomfortable!

I felt very uncomfortable! Even a little angry.

Could it be that I made such a big noise last night, but I couldn't stop my parents?

Or was my mother also a woman with a strong sexual desire, completely disregarding her image in front of her son and not rejecting my father's request for sex.

I put down the condom box, clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, looked at my mother deeply, and turned to walk out the door.

As soon as I reached the door, I stopped again.

Looking back, looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the bed, my heart was tangled again.

After hesitating for a while, I stood by the bed again.

Looking at the empty half of the bed, I clenched my fists and my breathing became a little rapid.

I walked to the other side of the bed step by step, as if I was possessed by a demon, bent over and got on the bed, and lay down in the position that belonged to my father.

I looked at my mother who was lying on her side with a fiery look, and the attractive curves of her body. I swallowed my saliva and couldn't help turning my body to the side, facing my mother's back, and gently resting my arm on her waist.

I just lie down for a while to experience my father's feelings, I told myself in my heart.

A few minutes later.

I moved a little bit, just a little bit closer.

It smells so good!

Even on the summer quilt, you can smell a strong musk that is refreshing.

I gently lifted the quilt with trembling hands and lay half of my body in it.

I kept comforting myself in my heart. I just wanted to experience my father's feelings, but I was addicted to it and kept falling into it.

Comfort has become an excuse.

I continued to lean towards my mother sideways until my upper body skin was close to hers, and then I froze and dared not move.

My mother's skin is so smooth! This was the first reaction in my mind.

Then, I looked at my mother in her sleep to see if she moved.

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