Chapter 38: Stopping Mom and Dad from Having Sex

It was already eight o’clock in the evening when we came out of the restaurant.

On the sidewalk under the street lights, Mom held Dad’s arm, looked sideways frequently, whispered and laughed, and the two walked slowly like a pair of young lovers in love.

Seeing Dad’s smug look, I was extremely envious, and there was also sourness in my heart.

Dad is so happy, so happy that I am jealous.

Yes...

Who wouldn’t be proud to have such a charming beauty as Mom? I don’t know how Dad chased Mom back then. I rarely heard them talk about this. Were they classmates or did they meet by chance?

However, as far as I know, Mom and Dad don’t seem to be from the same school. I remember Mom once said that she graduated from the Provincial Normal College, and Dad graduated from the Provincial Medical University.

As for how the two met, they didn’t say it.

Looking at Mom’s mature and charming back, I followed behind them, and my feet were almost unable to lift.

It would be great if the person next to Mom was me.

“Son.”

After walking for a while, my father stopped a taxi and asked me to get in. He opened the passenger door and got in. I took a look and hurried over, opened the back door and sat next to my mother.

Maybe it was because of the aftereffects of drinking. The car had not driven for two minutes before my father tilted his head and dozed off.

I glanced at my father and then at the driver who was concentrating on driving. My heart beat faster involuntarily.

My peripheral vision passed over my mother’s cheek, glanced at her quickly, and then lowered my head quickly.

I don’t know why, but every time I secretly look at my mother, my heart beats faster.

Maybe it’s because I have impure intentions, so when facing my mother, I can’t avoid being nervous.

I also hope to appreciate my mother with a clean eye and pure heart like before, but I find that I can’t do it now.

Glancing from the side, my mother’s jade-like cheeks seemed to be covered with two red clouds, appearing in wine red, so tempting that I wanted to get close to her and lick her with my tongue.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The fragrance and the faint smell of wine around my nose filled my nasal cavity, which stimulated my adrenaline in an instant.

My mother didn’t notice my greedy eyes. She had a faint smile on her face and looked out the car window. I don’t know what she was thinking about, and she was a little lost.

I suddenly understood a little when I saw the silver-white necklace on my mother’s neck. It was a happy smile.

The silver-white necklace was shining, and my mother’s slender and white neck looked more noble and elegant, like a lady.

That cold and beautiful face that kept people away from her made people feel ashamed. It was just that the dress of an urban beauty added a little worldly atmosphere to my mother, as if a fairy had come to earth.

If my mother played a cold fairy, the box office of this movie would definitely be a big hit.

My mother’s looks, figure, and temperament are no less than any female star I have ever seen on the screen. As for the protagonists of those pornographic films, there is no comparison. How dare a firefly compete with the bright moon?

Thinking...

If I let my mother wear a white dress and press her under my crotch, wouldn’t the surging desire to conquer her be overwhelming?

“Here we are, six yuan.” The taxi slowly stopped and the driver turned his head and said.

“Okay.” My mother came back to her senses and rummaged through her bag to find her phone to pay. I suddenly got an idea and took out my phone to scan the QR code, “Mom, I’ll do it.”

My mother glanced at me and didn’t object.

After paying, I got off the car and followed my mother closely, supporting my father and walking towards the community.

Dad was a little dazed in the car, but after getting off the car, he immediately sobered up when the evening breeze blew. He let go of my arm and smiled foolishly at mom. Mom rolled her eyes and said, “I told you to drink less, but you insisted on drinking until you were dazed.”

Dad touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, “I’m not drunk, I’m just a little sleepy after the aftereffects.”

“I didn’t say you were drunk.”

Dad: “...”

Seeing Dad being embarrassed in front of Mom, I was secretly happy in my heart.

It would be even better if we could have a quarrel. I had some unfilial thoughts in my heart.

When I got home, Dad changed his shoes, sat on the sofa, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Mom glanced at Dad, curled her lips, walked over and tugged at Dad’s sleeve: “Go take a shower first.”

Dad opened his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said: “Wife, can you pour me a glass of water?”

Mom glared at Dad unhappily: “Didn’t I tell you to drink less? You didn’t listen.”

That being said, Mom still felt sorry for Dad from the bottom of her heart, and then bent down and found a cup under the coffee table.

“Mom, let me do it.” I knew that I had made Mom angry these two days, so I wanted to show my courtesy when I saw the opportunity.

Mom probably also understood my thoughts, knowing that I was trying to show her kindness, and didn’t turn her face away. She handed me the cup and said: “Get warm water, don’t make it too hot.”

“Got it.” Taking the cup from Mom’s hand, my fingers inevitably touched the back of Mom’s hand. The smooth skin was like mutton-fat jade. My fingertips gently slid over it, and the warm touch was fleeting.

Dad sighed: “My son has grown up and become sensible.”

“He is already eighteen years old.” Mom said indifferently. Dad touched his nose again and muttered: “Eighteen is still a child.”

“That’s not young anymore. He should have been sensible a long time ago.”

Dad smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement: “Yes, my wife is right.”

I just came back with water. Dad took the water cup and patted the seat next to him: “Come on, let’s chat for a while.”

What for?

I scratched my head and sat down in confusion.

Look at mom again, her eyes wide open, staring at dad: “You talk a lot after drinking, right?”

“I just want to chat with my son, it has nothing to do with drinking.”

I sat aside, lowered my head and kept silent, not getting involved in my parents’ bickering, but I thought to myself: People who drink say this.

Usually, dad rarely pulls me to sit and chat together. This time, I guess he was in a good mood because of the wine, and his career was promoted. It was really rare.

“Whatever you want.” Mom said angrily, “I’m going to take a shower.” She ignored me and Dad, swaying her body and walked into the bathroom.

After the bathroom door was closed, Dad finally let out a sigh and said, “Don’t worry about your mom. She is a cold-faced person. She has been a teacher for a long time, and she knows how to have a stern face every day.”

Listening to Dad talking about Mom, I didn’t dare to agree.

You two are a couple in bed. I nodded and said, “Yes, Dad, you are right!” Don’t turn around and lie on the bed and blurt out everything to Mom.

Wouldn’t I be in trouble? I’m not stupid.

“Does your mom also have a stern face when she teaches you every day?” Dad looked at me with a smile, but asked me confused.

What does this mean?

Is it possible that he wants to get some information from me? But you are a couple, do you have your own little secrets?

I rolled my eyes and decided not to tell the truth. Dad really told Mom again, shook his head, and said against his will: “No, my mom is very kind in class and very patient with classmates. My classmates like her very much.”

Dad widened his eyes, obviously a little unbelieving, and asked in surprise: “Really?”

“Yeah!” I nodded quickly.

“Really?” Dad touched his chin, muttered to himself, and then asked: “What about you? Does your mom give you special treatment?”

“Before when I was in school, it was often, but now it happens less often.” I answered honestly.

“Then how are your math grades?”

“Needless to say, of course ... OK.”

Dad looked at me with strange eyes: “What do you mean OK? Your mom teaches math, so you must be in the top three in the class? At the very least, you must be in the top five, right?”

I pouted and thought, I have never seen you care about my grades before. Every time my mother mentioned it, she would say: You are a teacher, you can care about it.

As time went by, my mother rarely mentioned my study to my father. At most, when I failed the test and got a bad grade, my mother would slap the test paper in front of my father and yell: Look at your son! It’s all burnt!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my father was just making small talk. There was no such thing as so much gossip between father and son. After thinking about it, he still said vaguely: “It’s just the upper-middle level. Occasionally, he performs exceptionally well and gets into the top ten.”

“That won’t work for you. You have to work harder. The college entrance examination is not a joke.” My father immediately took over and taught me.

“For a course like mathematics, you have to do more exercises, more...”

I sat aside and nodded, but I didn’t agree with it. If my mother said this here, I might listen to it.

Now, my father was full of alcohol, and I wanted to go back to the room to sleep.

Just as I was about to interrupt my father’s speech and go back to sleep, my father patted my shoulder and suddenly said, “Come, give me a massage, my shoulders are a little sore.”

I asked casually, “Do you have pocket money?”

My father was stunned for a moment, then immediately squinted his eyes and smiled, jokingly saying, “You can get some if you massage well.”

“That’s great.” I smiled like a money-grubber, stood up and stood behind the sofa, put my hands on my father’s shoulders, and began to massage gently.

My father closed his eyes, his face relaxed, and his body relaxed.

After a while, my father praised me, took out his mobile phone, and transferred a red envelope of 500 yuan to me: “Spend it sparingly.”

Maybe because he drank, my father was more generous this time than before, and gave me 500 yuan at a time.

“Got it.” I replied happily, and massaged harder.

Hmm, it seems that my massage skills are still good.

“Oh, you really enjoy it.”

Hearing this, I paused and looked towards the bathroom door. Mom was holding a towel, wiping her wet hair, with a sarcastic look on her face and a bit of teasing in her words.

“I...” Dad smiled awkwardly and laughed: “Don’t tell me, my son’s massage is quite comfortable, why don’t you let your son massage you too?”

Mom glanced at me, neither objected nor accepted. While rubbing her hair with a towel, she casually asked: “Is it as comfortable as outside?”

“Of course...” Dad quickly tightened his mouth halfway through the words, obviously not expecting that Mom would actually trick him.

Seeing that Mom’s eyes were gradually cold, staring at Dad tightly, he was so scared that he quickly changed his words: “I haven’t even massaged outside, how do I know.”

“Really?” Mom sneered, obviously not believing it.

Dad’s tone betrayed him. His face turned pale and red. After hesitating for a long time, he stammered, “I’ve only been there once or twice.” At the end, he raised his arm and added, “Don’t worry, it’s a regular massage.”

Mom glared at him and raised her voice, “What? You want an irregular massage?”

Dad looked wronged, “How could that be? How could I have that idea?”

“It’s best if you don’t have one.” Mom sat on the sofa and deliberately pushed Dad aside, saying unhappily, “Move aside.”

Dad didn’t feel unhappy at all. Instead, he smiled and took the towel from Mom’s hand and wiped Mom’s hair. His movements were gentle, his eyes were full of love, and he said tenderly, “I’m so satisfied with you at home, how can I have the mind to mess around outside.”

Hearing this, Mom’s cheeks instantly blushed with shyness, pushed Dad, and urged, “Hurry up and take a bath.” After that, she glanced at me again.

I stood behind the sofa, sighing helplessly, feeling like a shining super light bulb.

“Then I’ll go take a shower.” Dad leaned close to Mom’s ear and kissed her gently, causing Mom to blush again and quickly pushed him away.

After my father walked into the bathroom, my mind became active again.

Mom was wrapped in a dark purple tube top bath towel, exposing a large area of ​​spring light, with beautiful right-angled shoulders exposed, skin as white as cream, and a pair of breasts under the delicate collarbone that made the bath towel bulge. A pair of beautiful legs folded together on the sofa were smooth and delicate, and under the light, the skin was dazzlingly white.

Standing behind the sofa, a fragrant fragrance emanated from Mom’s body, surrounding the tip of the nose, making people want to take a deep breath.

Mom turned half of her body and glanced at me: “Why are you standing here if you don’t go back to the room to study?”

Maybe just now, Dad’s blatant love and kissing of Mom in front of me made Mom a little embarrassed, and now the tone of her speech to me is much gentler.

Seeing that my mother had a good attitude, I hesitated for a moment, and then I couldn’t help but say, “My dad asked me to give you a massage. I have to finish the massage before going back to study.”

My mother glanced at me, and her attitude immediately changed. She said expressionlessly, “No need.”

Well, I knew it was no good...

But the bright shoulders were as attractive to me as the beautiful legs in stockings. I felt a little unwilling, so I cleared my throat and said, “My dad paid for it. Are you sure you don’t want to massage me?”

Hearing this, my mother turned her body backwards, looked me up and down, and then asked, “How much did your dad give you?”

I laughed, but didn’t dare to tell the truth. I raised my hand and raised two fingers: “One hundred per person.”

My mother raised her eyebrows and sneered, “Oh, it’s expensive enough. I just don’t know if your massage skills are worth the price.”

I immediately patted my chest and said, “I guarantee that my craftsmanship is definitely worth the price. If you don’t believe me, you will know after trying it.” I climbed up the pole and was ready to start.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Mom put her palm forward and quickly made a stop gesture, saying, “I won’t try it, just return my money to me.”

I was stunned when I heard it, and then I reacted and quickly put on a smile and said, “Mom, just try it, anyway, you won’t suffer any loss.”

“No.”

“Just try it, my massage skills are very good, didn’t you praise me last time?”

Who knew that as soon as the voice fell, Mom suddenly glared at me like a little female cat whose tail was stepped on, with phoenix eyes, and said impatiently: “I said no, why are you so annoying?”

Seeing that Mom was really angry, I didn’t dare to say much, scratched my cheek, and said angrily: “If you don’t want to massage, then don’t massage, why are you so angry.”

Mom slammed the table, pointed at the door, and said with a stern face: “Go back to your room to study!”

I opened my mouth to say a few more words, but my mother’s face gradually turned cold, blocking my words again. Finally, I muttered softly and went back to the bedroom.

Sitting at the table, staring at the blank English test paper, I couldn’t calm down when I picked up the pen. My mind was full of thoughts about my mother, and I was even a little crazy.

I don’t know how long I stayed there. When I came out of the bedroom, the lights in the living room had been turned off, and my parents should have gone back to their room to rest.

I glanced at my parents’ bedroom door, and suddenly some strange thoughts came to my mind.

What are my parents doing at this moment? Dad drank alcohol, could he have fallen asleep?

Alas, I am thinking about it again.

I shook my head hard and dragged my feet into the bathroom.

I took a simple shower and dried my hair. Just when I was about to go out, I suddenly remembered something. I searched around in the bathroom and finally left the bathroom in disappointment.

In the living room, the moonlight from the balcony was sprinkled on the floor, stretching my figure obliquely.

Standing quietly at the door of my parents’ bedroom, I covered my mouth and nose tightly, not daring to breathe.

At the same time, my heart was beating violently and my body was shaking slightly.

Because.

There was a slight rustling sound inside the door.

I don’t know how to express my mood at this moment. Is it jealousy? Is it heartache? Or is it helplessness? All kinds of complex emotions surged in my heart, and I even lost the ability to think for a short time.

Until a faint voice came from the house.

“It’s okay, my son must be asleep.”

“Wait a little longer.”

“I can’t wait.”

“No.”

“·····”

“······”

“Really not!”

The sound in the house became weaker and weaker, gradually disappeared, and became quiet.

I moved my feet gently, and my ears carefully approached the crack of the door to listen carefully, but I couldn’t hear any movement. Could it be that my mother rejected my father?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt fortunate!

Although my mother is my father’s wife, I felt like I had lost something important. My heart was tightened and I felt very uncomfortable. I held my breath and continued to eavesdrop for two minutes. There was still no movement in the house. I was a little unwilling. How could there be no movement? Could it be that my father could still restrain himself in the face of a beauty like my mother? I am afraid that only a saint can do this, right? I stood at the door of my parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night like a thief, doing shameful things, with a lot of complicated feelings, and more of guilt. But in my heart, I couldn’t stand my mother being fucked by my father, but that was my father ... Yes, that was my biological father, what could I do ... I could only hide in the crack of the door and eavesdrop like a thief, powerless. I don’t know how long it has been. My legs are a little numb from standing, and I didn’t hear any movement from the house. Maybe I fell asleep, I comforted myself like this. Just as I was about to move back to the house, I suddenly heard the voice of talking again in the house, and I immediately stopped.