Chapter 3

Outside the security door, the sound of a man and a woman arguing came closer and closer.

“It’s already two o’clock in the afternoon! Do you know how bored I am waiting?” The man’s voice sounded young, and his tone was three parts tired, three parts resentful, and four parts helpless.

“How dare you say that! I asked you to help me with my hairstyle, but you ended up sleeping like a dead pig!” The female voice sounded full of energy, completely different from the emotion contained in the male voice before.

“Hey! I’m already very kind of me to go shopping with you so early in the morning, okay?”

“As a son, it’s your honor to be able to go shopping with your mother!”

The security door was opened from the outside, and my mother and I walked into the house one after another.

“I don’t care. I’m starving just waiting for you. You must cook me a good meal to reward me!” I muttered while changing my shoes while holding on to the wall.

“Well, let’s just order some takeout and eat.”

Hearing this, I glared at him and said, “Hey! I’ll wait for you until 2pm, do you know--!”

The mother reached out and pinched her son’s mouth, leaned her head close to me, and said word by word, face to face, “Shut up!”

A faint sweetness exhaled from my mother’s mouth and spread to my nose. A strand of slightly curly hair poked my face, making me feel a little itchy.

My mother’s new hairstyle is very good. The hairdresser trimmed her straight hair to be shorter, and used a curling iron to fix the shape. It looks messy but very beautiful. This makes her face full of girlishness more seductive. At first glance, she looks a bit like Japanese actress Satomi Ishihara.

In the close eye contact, I was the first to give in, and my eyes unconsciously moved away.

I suddenly found that I couldn’t look directly at the face that I had been looking at for more than ten years.

The ends of my hair still poked my face, but the itch went all the way to my heart.

“Okay ... let’s just order takeout...”

I said this after my mother released my mouth.

...

The sofas in the hair salon were not comfortable, and the short nap in the morning did not give me much energy. Instead, I felt sore all over.

After lunch, my mother and I went back to our respective beds and began to catch up on our sleep, and we slept until dark.

When I woke up in the dark, I reached for my phone, turned on the screen and found that it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

“Mom didn’t call me?”

I was a little surprised and got up and walked to the door of my mother’s bedroom.

The bedroom door was open and the curtains inside were not drawn tightly. A beam of moonlight came in through the gap. In the dim light, a figure could be seen lying on the bed with his limbs sprawled out in a spread-eagle position, sleeping soundly.

I narrowed my eyes, revealing a dangerous look.

I was often bullied, so I began to think about resisting. I tiptoed to the bed, took out the cell phone from my pocket, and took seven consecutive photos of my mother’s face.

“Now I have enough evidence. Let’s see if you dare to call me a pig again!” Snap! Snap!

Accompanied by the sound of shutter clicks, the flashing strong light hit my mother’s face, causing her expression to gradually distort and her facial features to wrinkle tightly together.

“Jonathan!”

She opened her eyes and shouted, then reached out and grabbed something, but found nothing.

I had foreseen this and dodged my mother’s clutches in time, holding up my phone and laughing loudly, “Lazy pig! Get up!”

“You’re dead!”

The mother rolled out of bed without even putting on her slippers and rushed directly towards her son.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I ran back to the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it in one go, leaving the angry lioness outside the door helpless and furious.

Ignoring my mother’s yelling and threats, I sat back on the bed, held up my phone, and began to admire my trophy.

The moment the photo popped up, my face froze with pride.

The room was too dark just now, and the camera viewfinder was even darker, making it impossible for me to find the right angle. I simply raised the phone a little higher to include my mother’s upper body. Only then did I realize when I looked at the photo that my mother on the bed did she seem to be not wearing a bra!

In the photo, the delicate little face under the flashlight looks like a plaster statue of a goddess, glowing white. The closed eyes are very different from the usual lively ones, revealing a rare quiet temperament. The red and tender lips are slightly open, making people want to kiss and suck hard. Under the slender neck, the soft flesh on the chest, which is spread out by the weight, is tightly wrapped by the nightgown, outlining two plump contours. In the middle of the contours, there are two clearly visible, cherry-sized bulges, which seem to have some kind of magic, firmly nailing my eyes on them.

“Mom’s ... nipples...”

My breathing became rapid.

I don’t know how long it took, I took a deep breath, my fingers trembled as I swiped across the screen, and pulled up the next photo. After a long moment of appreciation, I took another photo, and another...

Several photos, like slides, show the mother’s appearance from deep sleep to awakeness, frame by frame.

The brow peaks went from flat to slanted, the eyes went from closed to half open, the arms slowly raised, the two peaks were pulled, awakened from their slumber, and began to reveal their turbulent nature. Only the two bulges never changed, like the eternal truth in the world, attracting my eyes, making my breathing heavier, until it turned into panting.

In the last photo, my mother’s eyes were fully open. One arm supported her body and she leaned forward slightly. The other arm was raised to the air, with five fingers hooked into claws, grabbing towards the camera. The soft flesh on her chest was squeezed together, causing a few wrinkles on the originally smooth surface of the nightgown, and the truth that should have been highlighted disappeared.

A strong sense of restlessness surged in my heart, and I impatiently used two fingers to enlarge the photo, and enlarge it again and again, like a seriously ill patient bewitched by the devil, eagerly looking for a good medicine that could relieve the pain. Finally, in the shadow formed by a wrinkle, I found the two bumps that looked like medicine, but more like drugs.

Then the whole world became quiet again.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The door was knocked by my mother who left and came back.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Mom’s lazy voice came from outside the door: “I slept all afternoon and I’m not hungry at all.”

“I won’t eat either.”

I raised my head, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes. I replied in a very calm tone, without even putting down the phone in my hand, which was completely different from the panic in the bathroom yesterday.

After hearing the footsteps outside the door fade away, I jumped out of bed, slowly walked to the closet, and pulled out a white box from under a pile of clothes.

When I opened the box, the things inside made my pupils shrink.

The masturbation cup that looked like a piece of low-quality plastic yesterday now looks like a real human organ.

The cup body grew a little longer, about twelve centimeters; the thickness did not change much, still two fingers wide, less than three centimeters. The once flesh-colored cup body turned dark red, covered with countless green veins like blood vessels, making the originally smooth surface easier to grip. At the mouth of the cup, a circle of bright red material like tender meat squeezed together, forming a small hole with no caliber.

I felt a little nauseous, but also a little inexplicably excited.

I grabbed the masturbation cup, and the warm and strange touch made the hair on the back of my hand stand up.

“It’s like I’m really grabbing a piece of meat.”

I clenched my palms tightly, feeling the soft yet tough feel of the masturbation cup from the slightly sunken cup, and then looked at the small hole at the mouth of the cup.

...

The mother lay back on the bed, bored, so she took out her cell phone and made a video call.

“Honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

My mother used her index finger to circle a strand of hair, and her voice was filled with excitement.

“Anything is fine. I like everything you cook.”

The man in the video looked a little weathered, with short hair covering his deep forehead wrinkles and a square face with a rosy glow. It was my father Dennis.

“No, you have to pick a few and tell me, otherwise I don’t know what to do.”

“ ... Then ... steamed lamb ... steamed bear paws ... steamed deer tails ... roasted duck ... roasted chicken ... roasted goose...”

“Hey! You’re practicing your lines here!”

My mother wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly, but she didn’t hear the strange sounds coming from the man in the video from time to time.

“Haha!” Dennis couldn’t help laughing at his wife who was so angry that she laughed so hard that she couldn’t help yawning.

“Why, are you sleepy?”

“Well, I’m getting old, and I get sleepy at night.”

“Don’t sleep! Look at me first, what’s the difference?” Mom blinked her eyes and raised the ends of the hair she was playing with with her fingers slightly.

“Oh? Changed your hairstyle?”

“Does it look good? I changed it especially for you!”

“ ... It looks good!” Dennis flattered her and yawned again.

“Huh, so perfunctory!” Mom frowned slightly, but there was a trace of heartache in her eyes: “Husband, go to sleep if you are tired.”

“Okay, good night, honey.”

Dennis tried hard to keep his sleepy eyes open, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said goodbye to his wife with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good night~”

Dennis watched his wife hang up the video call, and then he used his hands to nudge the woman under him, and then she trembled all over...

After hanging up the video, my mother jumped out of bed humming a tune, opened the closet and looked at the black suspender skirt she had just bought today, then raised her phone to her mouth and sent a voice message, her tone shy and sweet: “Hubby, tomorrow night, I have another surprise for you.”

Seeing that the message was sent successfully, her face flushed with heat. She had already imagined her husband going wild with animal desires and pressing her down on the bed tomorrow night. Her long-neglected lower body also felt sour, as if responding to her master’s expectations.

“Hmm!”

At this moment, her vagina suddenly tightened, as if someone had grabbed it hard from the outside with their hands. The tender flesh inside was pressed together, and the dull pain from the friction between the inner walls made her groan.

The strange pain came and went quickly, like some kind of hallucination.

Mom looked at her lower body and suddenly felt as if it was invaded by a foreign object. A series of goose bumps spread from the perineum to the scalp. She belatedly let out a short scream: “Ah!” After the scream, she endured the discomfort in her lower body, quickly walked to the door and closed it, then hurriedly lifted up her nightgown and bent down to look at her vagina.

The slightly bulging mons pubis is covered with a layer of soft hair, revealing two plump, watery, pink labia majora. A pink gemstone-like clitoris the size of a soybean is wrapped inside, with only a little of its head sticking out.

The part below was blocked by her high and bulging breasts.

“hiss!”

The feeling of foreign body intrusion became more and more obvious. She bit her lower lip with her teeth and quickly adjusted her posture.

With her back leaning against the door, she arched her body, spread her legs wide, and pulled her labia with both hands, exposing her entire vulva to the light. My mother made an extremely indecent pose, and finally we could see the piece of bright red tender flesh guarded by her labia minora.

The bright red vaginal opening, which had not been used for a long time, was still tightly closed. Only the tender flesh around it was trembling slightly, as if it was enduring something.

“There’s nothing. How could it be...”

She frowned and looked at her vagina in confusion, which seemed to be the same as usual and had not changed at all, and thought with some fear.

Something unknown was pushed into her lower body inch by inch, and the dry vaginal opening was rubbed painfully. All the feelings were so clear that she trembled, but the unchanged vagina in front of her seemed to tell her that it was all an illusion.

Suddenly, the foreign object in her perception bent and started to move without any warning, causing her whole body to twitch. She couldn’t help but let out a heavy nasal sound: “Hmm!”

The foreign object dug and teased the vagina at will, and from time to time it would rotate a circle and change the angle, as if it was exploring an unknown cave, trying to measure every corner with its feet.

Mom’s eyes widened in horror: for her, this feeling was unfamiliar, but certainly not strange.

She had felt this when she was with her husband Dennis!

This is, finger!

The foreign object that entered the vagina was a finger!

But even though she felt that her body was turned upside down, the vulva in front of her remained the same. Apart from her own vagina which actively contracted back under the stress, no other changes occurred.

The gap between reality and perception made the mother feel as if she was mentally disturbed. She covered her lower body tightly with her hands, trying to block the invisible finger, but found it was in vain.

Even the real touch from her palm was reminding her that her real pussy was still tightly closed. There were no fingers, let alone any fingering. It was all fake, all her imagination.

She was confused, as if her brain had shut down, until the phantom finger was pulled out of her vagina, and then she came to her senses.

Something seemed to have fallen on the palm of her hand that was covering her lower body. Mom raised her hand and took a look: a slippery liquid had appeared on her palm, flashing under the light.

“Is this, my vaginal fluid...?”

She couldn’t believe that she would be attracted to a fake finger.

The next moment, her face turned pale, her body suddenly arched, her mouth opened wide, and a scream rang out in the bedroom.

...

I brought the masturbation cup close to my eyes and looked carefully at the scene inside.

Three fingers were inserted into the hole and stretched hard, expanding the originally tiny gap into a hole with a diameter of three centimeters.

The masturbation cup showed excellent elasticity at this time. Even though the cup mouth, which was originally only two fingers thick, was stretched to deformation, there was still no sign of cracking.