"Pop…" After ejaculating, my penis slipped out of Teacher An's vagina, and I took a step back.
My foot stumbled slightly, and my back leaned against the opposite wall.
My entire body felt exhausted, and a sense of emptiness washed over me, leaving me too weak to stand properly. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
I had already climaxed three times in a short span—first from Teacher An's oral stimulation, then once in the bedroom, and now inside her in the bathroom.
Partly, it was because I'm still young and easily aroused by Teacher An's teasing.
But more than that, it was the mental image of my mother and Da Guo that fueled my desire. Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt this urge at all.
"Hah… hah… hah…" Meanwhile, after I pulled out, Teacher An slid down the wall, her hands bracing herself, and ended up squatting on the floor as if she were urinating, panting heavily.
Between her parted buttocks, thick, white semen dripped slowly downward, eventually washed away by the flowing water.
It took a while for both of us to recover. It seemed Teacher An, like me, was left completely drained by the intense lovemaking.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride.
Teacher An slowly stood up, shot me a somewhat "weak" glare, and began washing me.
I stood under the showerhead as her hands moved over my body. Then she placed my hands on her, signaling me to wash her in return.
As we bathed each other, my penis began to harden again, though not fully erect. A slight ache pulsed in my lower abdomen near the base—a clear sign of overindulgence.
Finally, Teacher An used her towel to dry me off, gave my penis a light kiss, dressed, and left.
After putting on my underwear, I also left the bathroom.
Back in my bedroom, I let out a heavy sigh of relief. Teacher An wasn't there—she had returned to her own room. If she had stayed, I'd surely have been completely drained, probably too exhausted to even get out of bed tomorrow morning.
"Huu…" Lying on the bed, I exhaled deeply. The room still carried Teacher An's fragrance, mixed with the distinct scent of semen. The entire small bedroom was filled with the lingering hormones from our intimate encounter.
I wondered if Da Guo had returned home yet. Had things between him and my mother already ended?
Strangely, I felt a reluctance to face the reality. I took out my phone—now that Teacher An was gone, I could finally check it.
But it was already too late. What was done was done, and there was no turning back.
When I opened the home surveillance footage, I froze for a moment. The hallway and kitchen were empty.
The lights in both bedrooms were off, and though the storeroom light was still on, there was no sign of my mother.
I opened the hallway surveillance footage again and noticed a small, lit area—a narrow gap beneath my bathroom door, from which a faint beam of light was shining.
Gradually turning up the volume on my phone, I could hear the sound of water from the showerhead inside the bathroom.
Are Mom and Da Guo taking a shower?
Could the situation really be this similar?
After An Laoshi and I made love in the bathroom and bathed each other, are Mom and Da Guo doing the same?
All I could hear was the sound of running water. I turned the volume up even more while wrapping myself in the blanket, watching the phone under the covers to muffle the sound a bit.
Even with the phone volume at its maximum, there was only the sound of flowing water—no sounds of intimacy, no voices.
Could they both be peacefully enjoying a romantic bath? But why aren't they talking?
I turned the volume back down, wishing I had brought my earphones so I could listen more carefully.
I emerged from the blanket, panting heavily, and at that moment, I faintly heard some very subtle noises outside my door.
There was also the soft sound of a door opening. Listening closely, it seemed to be the main door of Da Guo's house.
Then came the rustling sound of footsteps. Could Da Guo have returned?
An Laoshi had already gone back to sleep, satisfied, so it probably wasn't her.
I looked at the surveillance footage on my phone. No wonder there were no other sounds in the bathroom—Da Guo was no longer in our house. Had their intimate encounter ended?
"Click..." Just as the noise outside my door stopped, the surveillance picked up the soft sound of a door opening, and the water in the bathroom stopped running.
As the bathroom door opened, a figure slowly emerged. Who else could it be but Mom?
She was still wearing the same nightgown as before, holding a towel to dry her hair. Because the towel covered her face, I couldn't see her expression.
Mom was wearing slippers, her nightgown covering her body, revealing no nudity. But her damp hair and the steam rising from her body seemed to indicate she was cleaning up after intimacy.
Still drying her hair, Mom walked out the back door and headed to the storage room. As soon as she entered, she turned off the light and closed the storage room door.
She then made her way back to her bedroom, still drying her hair. When she turned on the bedroom light, I finally saw her face. The exposed collarbone and neck under her nightgown were strikingly pale, as was her face.
Mom sat on the edge of the bed, her movements slowing as she dried her hair. Her expression was calm, but she seemed distracted, lost in thought. Gradually, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became slightly unsteady.
Her face was serene, but her eyes were complex. I had never seen Mom look so burdened with thoughts before.
Yet, in this quiet state, she appeared exceptionally tranquil and beautiful.
Though her nightgown was wrapped tightly around her, as she dried her hair, her breasts swayed beneath the fabric, creating a noticeable, undulating motion.
Had Mom really been taken by Daguo in the end?
Had Mom ultimately lost her purity?
Was this body no longer solely Dad's?
These chaotic thoughts swirled in my mind as my breathing gradually grew heavier.
At that moment, I truly wanted to step out of the bedroom, go to Daguo's room, and confront him—not to accuse, but to uncover the truth.
Click… Just as I hesitated, Mom turned off the bedroom light, lifted the blanket, and slipped inside. The room fell into silence, broken only by the occasional sound of her deep, slightly unsteady breaths in the darkness.
The end on my side meant the end on Mom's side as well. But as for what exactly had happened over there, I could only rely on the playback.
I closed the live feed, took a deep breath, and began to retrieve the recorded footage. I hoped the monitoring service hadn't deceived me—that the storage actually worked. If nothing had been saved, I'd be devastated. I'd have no choice but to confront Daguo right then and force him to reveal the truth.
After adjusting the time, I clicked to start the playback. The footage began to roll slowly.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I set the time to before Daguo arrived, when Mom was still busy in the storeroom.
I adjusted my phone's volume to medium and buried my head under the blanket again. Though the air was stuffy, I endured it, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen.
"Get a book? At this hour? Alright…" Mom, who had been busy, answered the phone with a complicated expression and went to open the door. The video had finally reached this part—the part I hadn't seen before.
After reaching the door, Mom glanced down at her attire, as if checking for anything inappropriate. It seemed she still had her guard up against Daguo at that moment.
Click… Mom opened the door, and a figure stepped inside. Daguo was wearing a basketball jersey and sneakers.
The outfit was simple—easy to put on and take off.
"Auntie…" Daguo greeted Mom politely after entering.
"Mm…" Mom nodded slightly, her eyes avoiding his, before quickly turning and heading toward my bedroom.
Her expression was like that of a shy young girl. Though she was facing Daguo again, she didn't seem angry.
"Which book does he want?" Mom asked without turning around as she entered my bedroom. Daguo stood behind her, watching her back. The hem of her nightgown swayed, revealing glimpses of her calves and the curves of her rounded buttocks. Daguo swallowed hard…
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