My heart pounding with excitement, I slowly turned the key in the lock, careful not to make a sound.
It's Saturday—Mom should still be asleep. I'll just sneak to my room first and not wake her up.
My eyes fell on the mecha model on my desk, still intact. Thank God I never let that little brat Alex touch it. He would've broken it for sure.
Heading to the bathroom for a shower, I froze. Several pairs of men's underwear were hanging to dry—definitely not my dad's. They had cartoon patterns, but the crotch area was enormous. What the hell? No way those belonged to a kid.
After showering, I checked the time—already past seven. Time to wake Mom and Dad.
I crept to Mom's bedroom door and pushed it open slightly, planning to surprise her. But instead, I heard her moaning. She was facing away from me, buried under a thick quilt, only her head visible. Her hips were gyrating rhythmically beneath the blanket.
"Mom, are you okay?" I blurted out, my concern overriding everything else.
"Ahh!" Mom cried out, startled.
She twisted her upper body toward me, her eyes wide with shock. "Xiao...Xiao Chen! What...what are you doing home?"
"School holiday. Mom, what's wrong? You sound like you're in pain."
Her flushed face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I wanted to surprise you!" I said, then noticed a head pop up from behind Mom. It wasn't Dad—it was Alex!
He grinned at me, looking completely unbothered. "Hey, Brother Xiaochen..."
"What the hell are you doing here?" I was completely baffled.
"Xiaochen... Alex's parents went to their hometown, so he's staying with us for a while," Mom explained, her ass still moving under the quilt.
"Mom, are you sure you're okay?" I stepped forward to check on her.
"I'm fine! Don't come over here!" Mom shouted.
Realizing how strange that sounded, she softened her tone. "Xiao Chen, Mom's fine. Alex was just playing a prank on me."
"You little shit, messing with my mom!" I yelled at Alex.
But he ignored me, burying his face in Mom's chest as she wrapped an arm around his head, pulling him closer. With her other hand, she clutched the blanket tightly over them.
"Xiaochen... Mom had a late night. Can you go buy some breakfast? I... I need a bit more time to get up..."
Looking into my mother's expectant eyes, how could I refuse? The moment I closed the door, I spotted the cartoon underwear on the floor. They were the same bright ones I'd seen in the bathroom. What a weird kid, even his underwear had to stand out.
Later, I often thought back to that scene and sighed, kicking myself for being so naive. I actually thought my mom was sick! How could I have imagined that under that quilt, right under my nose, Alex's huge cock was buried deep inside my mother's tight pussy! Now it makes sense why she was so desperate to get me out of there. Alex's dick was literally built for fucking. The whole thing was long, but his cockhead was thinner, perfect for breaking through a woman's defenses and sinking deep into her womb. Once the crown of his dick lodged against her cervix—the most sensitive spot—it was impossible to pull out until he came and his cock softened.
At that moment, their bodies were locked together by their genitals. There was no way they could separate for at least half an hour. That's why she rushed me out, so she could keep fucking Alex, letting him pump his thick cum into her most delicate depths before they finally separated.
Back then, I had no clue about any of this. I just hurried out to buy breakfast like an idiot.
When I got back, Mom and Alex were already up. Mom was changing the sheets in a thin silk nightdress that clung to every curve of her amazing body. Her nipples were hard and poking through the fabric. Alex, wearing just a towel around his waist, headed for the shower.
"Huh? What's that smell?" I asked as I walked into Mom's room. It wasn't sweat—it was musky and thick, like... well, like sex. The air was heavy with the scent of their fucking.
"Just sweating a bit, Xiaochen. Go open the window," Mom said, not meeting my eyes as she folded the sheets. I could see wet stains on the fabric, obviously not from sweat.
During breakfast, Mom and Alex couldn't stop touching each other. Mom kept feeding him bites of food, and Alex slid his hand up her thigh under the table. Mom giggled like a teenager when he tickled her armpits. They looked like a couple—a really hot, slutty MILF and her teenage lover.
"Ahem... Mom, where's Dad?" I finally asked.
Mom pulled away from Alex. "Your father's staying at the high school dorm. He's busy with senior students."
"When's he coming back?"
"Not for a while. You should visit him after breakfast." Alex grinned like he'd just won something when Mom said this. The little bastard was probably looking forward to having Mom to himself again.