I was all too familiar with that sound—it was the sound of my mother masturbating. The fact that she had retreated to the bathroom again, using the running water as cover, could only mean she intended to let herself go completely this time.
But... was this release of hers connected to what happened during the day?
Even though Mom had been deeply upset earlier, she had been up close to Daguo's penis, even stroked it with her palm, and inhaled that distinct masculine scent of his.
If anyone tried to tell me that her current act had nothing to do with Daguo, I wouldn't believe it even if beaten to death.
By now, Mom must have gone through an entire afternoon of emotional turmoil. As her grief, struggle, guilt, and pain gradually subsided, desire had slowly begun to rise within her.
After seeing how thick and long Daguo's member was, it would be unnatural if it didn't stir something in her. It was simply the instinct of a woman with normal needs.
And after abstaining for so long, her pent-up desires had undoubtedly reached a peak. Her body's cravings were probably even more sensitive than those of other women.
"Hah…" Once I pieced it all together, I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. So what if Mom's desires had been stirred by Daguo?
Fantasy and masturbation were entirely different matters. Fantasizing didn't break any rules—it didn't mean those thoughts would ever become reality.
A long time later, the sounds from the other side finally quieted down. Just before they stopped completely, I heard Mom let out a long, suppressed sigh, and then everything fell into silence.
Was it over?
After another stretch of time, I heard the sound of running water finally cease.
After masturbating, Mom would definitely clean herself, especially her sensitive areas, and that toy of hers.
If I remembered correctly, the size of Mom's toy was quite similar to Daguo's penis. I couldn't help but wonder whether, while pleasuring herself just now, she had imagined Daguo in her mind. If she had… well, judging by normal reasoning, she probably did, right?
At that moment, I truly wished I could dive into Mom's heart and see what she was thinking.
If this had happened before, I would've definitely told Daguo about it. That guy would probably have been thrilled for a while.
A twinge of conflict stirred within me. It seemed Mom's needs were quite strong. Thinking of her resorting to a fake toy to satisfy herself made me feel a little sorry for her.
People often say that after the storm comes the sunshine. Perhaps after going through this period of pain and inner conflict, once she accepted Daguo, Mom might truly find happiness… The thought made me slightly regretful. Maybe I shouldn't have told Daguo to stop. Perhaps it would've been better to let things continue for a while and see how they unfolded.
And hearing Mom's sounds of pleasure while imagining that she might have been fantasizing about Daguo had caused my own penis to stiffen again. That twisted excitement about my mother hadn't faded yet.
Ah… I sighed softly. Since I'd already said it, we might as well pause for now. Maybe giving Mom some time to cool off would allow things to fall into place naturally later?
Not long after, I fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, as I ate breakfast with Mom, I noticed her mood had clearly improved. Her cheeks carried a faint blush, and her smiles came more easily—she seemed no different from her usual self.
It seems my mom has indeed bounced back from yesterday's sadness. Then again, considering all the storms she's weathered over the years, this incident was just a minor episode.
When I got to school, I couldn't bring myself to look at Daguo. Guilt weighed on me—after all, I'd been with his mom without letting him have the same opportunity. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd taken advantage of him.
By noon, I was hesitant to go to the flowerbed in the playground. What if Daguo came looking for me? How would I even explain myself?
But after thinking it over, avoiding him wouldn't solve anything. So I headed to the playground. From a distance, I spotted Daguo waiting by the flowerbed instead of playing basketball. I froze, unable to take another step.
Noticing me, Daguo waved from afar, signaling me to come over.
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward him.
"What's with the shyness, bro?" Daguo patted the spot next to him on the flowerbed, a hint of a smile on his face as he winked. That only made me feel more awkward.
"Who's shy?" I retorted, sitting down after another deep breath.
"Hey, it's almost the weekend. Don't forget to come over to my place..." No sooner had I sat down than Daguo leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"Uh..." His words caught me off guard. I turned to look at him—had he forgotten what I said last night?
Then I remembered my mom's solo act later. Should I just go with the flow and agree again? Continue this "green mom" game?
"Don't overthink it, bro. Even if I can't be with your mom, you can still be with mine. Isn't that what the 'green mom' mindset is all about? The idea of you and my mom together gets me excited too. It's not a bad deal..." Perhaps sensing my hesitation, Daguo quickly waved his hands and explained in a hushed tone.
"Phew..." I let out a heavy sigh of relief. This guy had me confused—I thought he was backing out.
"Let's talk about it later. I want to lay low for a while," I said after a brief pause. Did I not want to? Of course I did. Ever since that experience with Teacher An, my virginity was gone, and I'd gotten a taste of something sweet. I found myself longing for it every night, almost obsessively.
But having just turned Daguo down last night, how could I jump back in so soon? It wasn't easy to suppress that urge, but I had to force myself.
"Up to you. The opportunity is there—it's your call whether you take it. Also, about you saying I threatened you last night... that wasn't cool. You have no idea how hurt I was reading that. What kind of person do you think I am?" Daguo sighed slightly, and his words made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"N-no, it's not like that..." I stumbled over my words, at a loss for a response. When it comes to talking, I'm nowhere near as smooth as Daguo.
"Alright, alright... just kidding..." Da Guo quickly changed the subject again, steering the conversation elsewhere and showcasing his talent for smooth-talking. Gradually, he dissolved my embarrassment. Initially, I felt too awkward to face him, but bit by bit, that discomfort faded away. That was Da Guo's special skill.
"By the way, finals are coming up soon... How's your studying going? Make sure your grades don't drop..." After chatting for a while, Da Guo abruptly shifted the topic to academics.
"Not bad, I guess... They probably won't drop... What about you? You never seem to care about studying..." I replied with a lack of confidence. When it comes to exams, it's not just about preparation—it also depends on how you perform on the spot. No one can guarantee they'll do well. As long as I perform normally, I'm quite confident.
"Starting tomorrow, I won't be able to hang out with you at noon..." Hearing my words, Da Guo let out a soft sigh.
His words startled me again. Was he still planning to go to my house at noon?
Thinking about my mom being home alone, I couldn't help but worry if Da Guo didn't go. But if he did go, I'd still feel uneasy. I was truly torn.
"My mom wants me to spend every lunch break in her office to study. With finals approaching, my carefree days are over..." Da Guo added, wearing a pitiful expression.
"That's probably for the best. Teacher An should crack down on your studies. Otherwise, what will you do for the high school entrance exams?" I said, feeling a sense of relief. But why did a faint disappointment linger in my heart?
"Alright, enough of that. I'm going to play some basketball..." Da Guo patted my shoulder and headed off to the court. Left alone on the flowerbed, I felt a sense of calm. With finals approaching, maybe this was for the best—to relax and focus entirely on studying.
Once finals are over, there'll be a month and a half of vacation...
The next day at noon, Da Guo was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was studying in Teacher An's office.
Having a mom who's a teacher does have its perks—at least there's a place to study during lunch. Normally, our classroom is locked at noon, so I can only read on the flowerbed.
After finishing my book, I couldn't help but wonder what my mom was doing at home.
Glancing around to make sure it was safe, I opened the app on my phone and accessed the surveillance camera. But when the scene appeared on the screen, I froze in surprise...
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