I then asked Zhang Jian if he had touched my mom while I was away. As soon as I asked, I felt like I had said something stupid. If Zhang Jian could hold himself back, the sun would rise in the west. Sure enough, Zhang Jian just chuckled and said he had. I asked how my mom reacted. Zhang Jian said that one time, when he had coaxed a smile out of my mom, he took the opportunity to grab her butt, then quickly pulled his hand away. My mom just turned her head and stayed silent, acting as if she hadn't felt a thing. After that, he would touch her from time to time, and my mom never said a word, pretending not to notice. Later, he started to squeeze her butt and my mom still remained silent. It wasn't until he started fondling her breasts that my mom finally reacted. At that point, she couldn't pretend she didn't feel anything, so she pushed him away with a scowl, saying, "Get away from me. Are you crazy?"
Looking at my mom's stern expression, Zhang Jian obediently let go. But my mom didn't kick him out, either. The two of them continued talking, and after a while, Zhang Jian would go back to squeezing her ass again. My mom still stayed silent and let him, only pushing him away when he tried to fondle her breasts again.
Things were already developing beyond my expectations, gradually heading in an uncontrollable direction. But what remained unchanged was the unparalleled thrill and satisfaction I felt inside.
During the time I was in class, Zhang Jian was rapidly closing the distance between him and my mom. Although it was deep into the winter, my mom was like a block of ice slowly being melted by Zhang Jian.
After that, because the weather was too cold, I stopped letting my mom get up early to make breakfast in the morning and just ate at a roadside stall myself. My mom would go back to sleep after I left, getting up around seven or eight. When Zhang Jian found out, he would wait for me to leave, then quickly get up and go to my room. My mom had just gotten back under the covers, ready to sleep some more, when Zhang Jian walked in. Seeing him come in, my mom pulled the covers around herself and told him to get out.
Zhang Jian didn't leave. He sat on the edge of her bed and started chatting about random things. My mom was only wearing a tight-fitting thermal shirt without a bra and a pair of panties, her bare legs tucked under the covers. Seeing that Zhang Jian was behaving himself for the moment, and knowing she couldn't really do anything in her current state anyway, she just lay on her side under the covers and talked to him. After a while, she told him to go back to sleep. Zhang Jian said he wanted to sleep there. My mom shot him a glance and told him to sleep in my bed. Zhang Jian didn't move. Instead, he quietly slid his hand under my mom's covers. And for the first time, Zhang Jian touched my mom's bare thigh directly, without any clothes in the way. It was smooth, sleek, and firm. That was how Zhang Jian described the feeling. My mom quickly pulled away when Zhang Jian's cold hand touched her thigh. After about ten seconds of silence, Zhang Jian continued moving his hands further in. By now, his hand had warmed up under the covers and wasn't as cold anymore. This time, when he touched my mom's ass, she didn't pull away as there wasn't anywhere to go really. Zhang Jian said my mom's butt was soft and plump, and squeezing it felt incredibly satisfying. I asked him, "My mom really just let you touch her like that?"
Zhang Jian said my mom really didn't make a sound. She just lay there with her eyes closed, not moving an inch. It wasn't until he reached for her pussy that she stirred, using her hand to block him.
By this point, I was incredibly aroused and asked him if he'd actually touched it, but I was too embarrassed to say the word "pussy."
Zhang Jian said he did. He felt two soft, puffy lips and a small slit. I asked him what happened next and Zhang Jian continued.
After my mom used her hand to protect her private area, Zhang Jian went back to squeezing her ass. Her little thong was practically useless, covering almost nothing, so Zhang Jian could make direct contact with the pliant flesh of her soft ass. After squeezing it for a while, Zhang Jian's other hand went under the covers as well to stroke my mom's smooth thigh, and then moved to her breasts. He tried to slip his hands under her thermal shirt, but my mom had her arm draped across her stomach, blocking him. So he went back to her pussy, and my mom quickly moved her hand back to block it again. After a few rounds of this back-and-forth, my mom stopped covering her chest. Zhang Jian said her panties were already a little wet, that she was getting turned on. My mom was only covering her pussy because she was afraid he'd notice, and didn't have the energy to worry about other places.
This time, Zhang Jian successfully got his hands directly on my mom's breasts. They were big, perky, round, and so soft it felt like they might slip through his fingers. Feeling that one hand wasn't enough, Zhang Jian used both hands, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Her thermal shirt was pushed up to her armpits, her nipples were hard, and her breathing had become much faster.
Zhang Jian didn't know how long he'd been kneading them. My mom's hand was moving under the covers, and the motion was very obvious even through the blanket. Zhang Jian guessed that she was masturbating. He couldn't take it anymore and unbuckled his belt, then tried to get on the bed.
My mom had kept her eyes closed the whole time but when she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling she opened them. As soon as she saw what he was doing, she shook her head in panic and said, "No, don't come up."
Zhang Jian didn't dare to force his way. He just pushed his pants down and stood by the bed, jerking himself off. When my mom saw his dark, erect penis, she quickly closed her eyes again, not daring to look. But the room was too cold, and before he could finish, his dick went limp from the chill. Zhang Jian got frustrated; he was incredibly turned on but couldn't get off, and it was driving him crazy. Frustrated, he said, "It's too cold standing here. Let me get under the covers and do it myself."
This time, my mom relented. She didn't say a word.
Zhang Jian knew her silence meant she'd agreed. In his hurry, he didn't even bother taking off his shirt or socks. He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his pants, lifted the covers, and slipped into the bed. My mom quickly rolled over, turning her back to him. Zhang Jian then started jerking off under the covers, using his right hand to stroke himself while his left hand reached under my mom's body to squeeze her breast. It was almost as if he were holding her from behind. My mom tried to scoot her butt forward to avoid him, but the bed was too small, and the wall was right there, there was nowhere to escape. His rehardened glans kept pressing against the springy flesh of her ass. Then, Zhang Jian focused entirely on jerking off. Every time his right hand stroked harder, his left hand gripping my mom's breast would unconsciously tighten as well. My mom, leaning against Zhang Jian, couldn't help but squirm from the pain of being squeezed, covering her mouth to keep from crying out. Soon, Zhang Jian came, shooting all over my mom's butt.
After he finished, Zhang Jian felt completely relaxed, and my mom let out a sigh of relief as well. Then Zhang Jian wiped the remaining semen from his slit onto my mom's butt. But he couldn't see anything under the covers, and instead ended up smearing his cockhead with cum. So he held his dick and rubbed it against the inside of my mom's thigh. My mom didn't make a sound, letting him do as he pleased.
Once he was clean, Zhang Jian was thoroughly satisfied. He pulled some tissues from the bedside and wiped the sticky, wet semen off my mom's butt. My mom still didn't speak, just lying quietly with her back to him. After he was done, Zhang Jian pulled my mom back towards him. My mom wriggled a little and muttered under her breath, "It's prickly." Zhang Jian quickly took off the sweater and long underwear he was still wearing, lay back down again, and hugged my mom from behind. My mom kicked him under the covers. Without turning her head, she said impatiently, "Your socks... Ugh, that's disgusting. Just get out of here. So annoying."
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