Daniel:
Alex and my mother continued showering together throughout the week. To my disappointment (and Alex’s, no doubt), my mother had adequately prepared for the sessions by wearing tight spandex shorts and sports bras each time. It still looked sexy as hell on her as it hugged her luscious figure tightly, but there was no more seeing through her bottoms at her bare butt. Then again, maybe Alex didn’t mind, or at least his constantly stiff cock did not. It stood up hard and proud all the same throughout each of their bathing sessions. Regardless, mother’s beautiful white ass was the fuel of my masturbatory fantasies throughout the weekend.
On Monday, classes went on as usual and Alex, of course followed me home. My mom too was waiting expectantly for us at home.
“Alex, how are your wounds? Did you change them over the weekend?”
“No Aunty… I couldn’t reach some of them.”
“That’s not good. Come, let Aunty have a look at them.”
And with that, Alex was scooted off to the bathroom. I weighed the options of peeking at them again or just heading up to my room and masturbate to porn. The last few peeping missions during the past week did not exactly offer up any new developments. In fact my mother had become quite professional about the whole bathing Alex thing.
What the heck, I thought to myself before walking off to secure a chair and a mirror. A few minutes later, I was again watching my mother in her tight shorts and sports bra, fumbling with the naked Alex’s bandages.
“Looks like you’re healing up nicely.” My mom beamed at him.
“Thanks for taking care of me Aunty May.”
“Don’t go starting any more fights okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack that day when you came here with all that blood on your clothes.”
“Okay…”
“Alex, I’m really concerned. Where did you get all these scars?”
“……..”
“Alex…”
“It’s my elder brother…”
“Does he beat you? Have you told your parents?”
“No… They wouldn’t believe me anyway. He’s the perfect one. He’s now doing his PHD in Cambridge.”
“You poor darling… why does he treat you like this?”
“…………”
“Alex… you can tell me…”
“ummm… he saw me naked once. He saw my… my… thing… And then he just started hitting me. Ever since that day, he would scold me or blame me for everything. He would beat me when my parents weren’t looking.”
“Oh my God.”
“(sobbing) He says I’m a freak. Said my… thing… was possessed by evil spirits…”
“Oh, Alex… “
“I’ve thought of cutting it off before, but I was scared…”
Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Alex’s statement. He never talked about his family at school so this was news to me. My mother on the other hand, clearly opted for the ‘cry’ option. She rubbed her tearing eyes several times with her hands.
When she calmed down she pulled the naked Alex against her for a hug, ignoring his stiff meaty schlong which ended up lying against her belly. “You poor boy,” she said. “Listen to Aunty okay? There is nothing wrong with your… er… thing… Your brother is just jealous and insecure of himself.”
Unfortunately for Alex, the hug ended as snappily as it began. Just as he was about to place his hovering, trembling, hand on my mother’s nicely curved rump too. The bastard. My mother took a step back away from his turgid weapon, blushing profusely.
“But… I’ve seen some of my friends. Theirs isn’t like mine.” Alex mumbled sadly.
My mother did not answer immediately. She was still staring at Alex’s cock, looking like a million thoughts just passed through her head. Finally she carefully placed one hand on it, carefully curling her soft dainty fingers around the angry red shaft just beneath the bulbous head.
“Ahhhh… Aunty..” Alex moaned.
“Don’t worry… you’re special… Yours is beautiful… “ My mother said huskily. “Oh God. It’s really so big.”
“Aunty, ahhhh… it feels nice…”
My mother giggled like a schoolgirl. She continued holding his cock for a minute or so, feeling it throb and radiate heat. “Maybe we should get on with the shower,” she suggested abruptly and let go of his cock. Alex, visibly disappointed, nodded obediently.
They proceeded with the shower. My mother, judging that Alex’s wounds have adequately recovered, started soaping him up. My ailing erection immediately regained its vigor at that sight. There was something undoubtedly erotic about this soapy frolicking scene. My mother was standing closer to Alex’s back than she ever did in the previous shower sessions.
I couldn’t see her facial expression as it was partially turned away from me, but her cheeks and neck was beet red and she was heaving for air. Eventually, she closed the gap between them, now grinding her wet body clad only in shorts and top against his soapy nude back.
Like I can just stand here and watch… Switching mirror hands, I started rubbing my bulge over my school uniform. It never occurred to me what a passer-by would think if he saw me standing on a chair in my back yard with one hand raised and the other grinding lewdly against my crotch. Luckily. No one ever uses the alley behind my home in the middle of the afternoon. Or at least I think no one does.
As was often with Alex’s temper, he lost control of his lust and suddenly spun around and embraced my mother. He was just a little bit shorter than her so his lips managed to clamp over her mouth. My mother froze for only several seconds before kissing him back in full. My mind was blown. A dry rub wasn’t going to do it for me anymore. My fingers, oddly cold compared to my burning hot face struggled with the zipper to free my cock from my pants.
Alex and my mother mauled each other’s mouth’s fervently for a considerable time under the ongoing shower before my mother broke the kiss and tried to push him away.
“Alex… “ She began.
Alex refused to let her go. He swung and pushed her back into the adjacent wall and closed in for another kiss.
“Alex… ooh… mmmm… Alex… ah.. please..” She mewed in protest. Oddly, her hands clung tightly around his neck, showing no effort to repel him.
“Alex please….” She almost sobbed after another few minutes of hot kissing.
My mother’s distressed voice managed to snap him out of his frenzy and they parted.
“I… I’m.. so sorry aunty…” Alex said dejectedly.
“It.. It’s not your fault… I went overboard.” My mother gasped breathlessly.
I could not see Alex’s face but I could see that my mother was studying it with an understanding demeanor. After looking around, she stepped out of the shower and retrieved a bottle of baby oil.
“Alex, I’m married. We can’t go overboard okay?” She told him gently.
Alex just nodded sadly. She gave him a consoling smile before taking his hand and leading him out of the showers. I watch with overwhelming arousal as my mother lay herself on the bathroom floor. Was she going to offer herself to him? A nauseating sense of jealousy stirred in my belly.
My mother continued smiling seductively at Alex. I had never seen this side of her before. I imagine it’s what greets my father every night in bed. It dawned on me how lucky my father really was, and now Alex was getting lucky too.
Her hands fell below her hips and she tugged the edge of her spandex shorts all the way up her thighs until all of her beautiful white shapely thighs were exposed. She looked like she was wearing a pair of swimming trunks.
Alex groaned involuntarily, and so did I under my breath. My mother then proceeded to squeeze baby oil along her thighs before rubbing and smearing them all over her beautiful legs.
“Come on dear… quickly… “ my mother said, her voice husky from lust.
The trembling Alex moved closer and knelt before her, unsure of how to proceed. Mother raised her milky legs and reached out between them with open palms.
“Come Alex, hurry…”
Alex got the point and shuffled forward on his knees, placing his dick in my mother’s outstretched hands.
“We can only do this today okay? You have to bath by yourself from tomorrow onwards.” She told him.
Alex, growing mad with lust nodded his consent. With that, my mother clamped Alex’s big cock between her soft milky thighs. She then raised her clamped legs and began to slowly rock them back and forth.
“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh Aunty…” Alex cried happily.
Catching on to the game, he started thrusting and withdrawing his own hips. Within a few minutes, he was hugging my mother’s legs against his chest and fucking her well-oiled creamy white thighs with wild abandon. My mother lay on the floor, one hand clutching the base of the porcelain toilet bowl to counter the force of Alex’s vigorous pounding and her other was clamped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. It took me awhile to figure out why. Alex was essentially frigging her clit over her shorts with his thick cock.
“Nggghhhh Aunty!!!!” moaned Alex before sliding his cock all the way across the lovely thigh slit until it extended out the other side. He began to gasp and cum on my mother’s belly. My mother was shuddering uncontrollably as well. Her mouth gaped and her back arched sexily upwards. My own cum painted the wall beneath the window.
“My God…” my mother panted, staring in disbelief at the sticky sheen of hot teenage seed covering her belly.
Knowing that they were essentially done for the day, I waddled back in to the house to make myself presentable before they could get dressed.
To everyone who has supported me, thank you. I enjoy writing this very much and will update more when I can.
To everyone who has supported me, thank you. I enjoy writing this very much and will update more when I can.
Daniel:
The following day, I found it extremely awkward to hang around Alex as I was terribly jealous and angry with him. He had crossed a line with my mother which was unacceptable to me. Oh, really? A little mocking voice in my head said before reminding me that I had been masturbating the entire night to the illicit bathroom scene so permanently seared into my head. Was that how someone who finds this matter unacceptable is supposed to behave? Damn you, my guilty conscience.
Luckily, Alex made very little conversation throughout school period. He seemed rather content spending his time in class gazing dreamily out the window with a permanent blush on his cheeks. I had no doubt what was on his mind. I had no doubt what was on my mind either - I wanted to smack him so bad.
When the final school bell rang, I decided, I needed to put a stop to things.
“Hey Alex,ummm, I think you should stop coming to my house for a while. My father thinks it’s weird you’re coming almost every day.”
Alex looked like he had just been slapped. “Oh… I see,” he said. Yes! I thought to myself, mission accomplished. Alex continued, “I’ll make sure to go home earlier, before he gets back from work.” Fuck…
I spent the bus ride home pondering whether this was worth ending our friendship for. It was starting to look like that was the only move I could make to stop him from following me home permanently. What would I tell my mother if I did? She had really warmed up to Alex. Also, there was the matter of the PS3. Bye-bye Alex means bye-bye awesome games. My afternoon life will be reduced back to surfing the net aimlessly and reading the same books for the umpteenth time. “Hey, check this out,” Alex suddenly interrupted my thoughts and pulled out another new Game disc. The fucker knows my weakness for fantasy RPGs.
When the school bus dropped us in front of my home, I was still at a dilemma, but already my insides were stirring with anticipation of what might happen today. What the hell is wrong with me? We entered the house and my mother walked out of the kitchen to greet us.
Holy shit… She was wearing a sleeveless knee length floral spring dress, showing only a little of her enticing white thighs above her knees. Luckily it had a high cut neckline, showing none of her cleavage at all, though her ample breasts were alluringly outlined against the thin fabric. I was floored. I don’t believe she had worn a dress in years, usually favoring shorts and pants. Alex too, was sucked in by the view. It would probably be the first time he saw my mother in a dress.
“Daniel, Alex, go take a shower first okay? Lunch will be ready soon,” she said cheerily.
I watched Alex slowly unpack the clothes he had brought over from his school bag and head off to his favorite downstairs bathroom. Instead of heading upstairs to bathe right away, I checked to make sure my mother was still in the kitchen. She was at the stove stirring a pot of soup. It didn’t look like she’s planning to jump in the shower any time soon. In fact, she looked freshly bathed. Satisfied, I ascended the stairs to the upstairs bathroom.
Lunch was a standard affair, with mother urging us to eat more and asking about school. At least she wasn’t heaping meat on Alex’s plate. That would give me an instant heart attack. Alex was more sociable than he was for the past months. However he kept throwing pleading glances towards my mother. They were curtly ignored. I marvelled at my mother’s ability to set the ground rules and stick to them. True to her word, it would seem that yesterday would be the last time Alex would get to shower with my mother.
For one thing I was pleased. Things were getting back to the way it used to be. For another, I was sorely disappointed. All the porn in the world now seems to pale in comparison to the recent live shows in my downstairs bathroom. Why oh why did it never occur to me to record the events on video? Nice going genius, I told myself.
Alex, being the stubborn guy that he is, never stopped coming over to my house despite there being no more action to be had. Even though I was convinced that my mother had put a stop to any more hanky-panky between them, something else seemed to be blossoming. Alex was gradually shedding his shyness and awkwardness and was going out of the way to socialize with my mother as often as he can. As the months went by I was again spending my entire afternoons mashing buttons alone in front of the TV while Alex made himself useful, helping my mother around the house and taking the opportunity to converse with her. Soon, he was talking to my mother more than I did. Frankly, I was annoyed that my own friend was spending more time with my mother than me.
Still, there were some silver linings from this predicament. My mother had started dressing more femininely and my father was taking notice. I often had to retire to my room early out of embarrassment of their blatant display of affections. Several nights a week, when I came out of my room to brush my teeth and prepare for bed, my parents were already at it in their bedroom. I could tell from the creaking bedsprings and the vague sighs and moans emanating from the adjacent bathroom wall.
Life went on pretty much the same until next year, when Alex and I were 16 and studying in secondary 4. We were no longer in the same class as my academic performance had faltered. And by faltered I mean completely down the toilet. My parents were understandably distressed. Out went the PS3 and Alex’s visitation rights.
From day one, I was to come home straight after school for lunch and after a short rest, it was off to the tuition center where I would attend extra classes from 2 to 6pm every weekday. My parents agreed that I should have the weekends off, thank God for that.
I lost touch with Alex, made some new friends, and even found a girl I like. Life was looking up. I was busy as hell, but I couldn’t be happier. Alex’s name never popped up in my head until one night when I was downstairs making myself a hot cup of Milo, knowing full well that my parents were rutting upstairs in their room. I wanted to postpone brushing my teeth until they were done. My mother’s cellphone which she had left in the kitchen lighted up and buzzed for attention. It was an instant message… from Alex Xu…
Daniel:
The following day, I found it extremely awkward to hang around Alex as I was terribly jealous and angry with him. He had crossed a line with my mother which was unacceptable to me. Oh, really? A little mocking voice in my head said before reminding me that I had been masturbating the entire night to the illicit bathroom scene so permanently seared into my head. Was that how someone who finds this matter unacceptable is supposed to behave? Damn you, my guilty conscience.
Luckily, Alex made very little conversation throughout school period. He seemed rather content spending his time in class gazing dreamily out the window with a permanent blush on his cheeks. I had no doubt what was on his mind. I had no doubt what was on my mind either - I wanted to smack him so bad.
When the final school bell rang, I decided, I needed to put a stop to things.
“Hey Alex,ummm, I think you should stop coming to my house for a while. My father thinks it’s weird you’re coming almost every day.”
Alex looked like he had just been slapped. “Oh… I see,” he said. Yes! I thought to myself, mission accomplished. Alex continued, “I’ll make sure to go home earlier, before he gets back from work.” Fuck…
I spent the bus ride home pondering whether this was worth ending our friendship for. It was starting to look like that was the only move I could make to stop him from following me home permanently. What would I tell my mother if I did? She had really warmed up to Alex. Also, there was the matter of the PS3. Bye-bye Alex means bye-bye awesome games. My afternoon life will be reduced back to surfing the net aimlessly and reading the same books for the umpteenth time. “Hey, check this out,” Alex suddenly interrupted my thoughts and pulled out another new Game disc. The fucker knows my weakness for fantasy RPGs.
When the school bus dropped us in front of my home, I was still at a dilemma, but already my insides were stirring with anticipation of what might happen today. What the hell is wrong with me? We entered the house and my mother walked out of the kitchen to greet us.
Holy shit… She was wearing a sleeveless knee length floral spring dress, showing only a little of her enticing white thighs above her knees. Luckily it had a high cut neckline, showing none of her cleavage at all, though her ample breasts were alluringly outlined against the thin fabric. I was floored. I don’t believe she had worn a dress in years, usually favoring shorts and pants. Alex too, was sucked in by the view. It would probably be the first time he saw my mother in a dress.
“Daniel, Alex, go take a shower first okay? Lunch will be ready soon,” she said cheerily.
I watched Alex slowly unpack the clothes he had brought over from his school bag and head off to his favorite downstairs bathroom. Instead of heading upstairs to bathe right away, I checked to make sure my mother was still in the kitchen. She was at the stove stirring a pot of soup. It didn’t look like she’s planning to jump in the shower any time soon. In fact, she looked freshly bathed. Satisfied, I ascended the stairs to the upstairs bathroom.
Lunch was a standard affair, with mother urging us to eat more and asking about school. At least she wasn’t heaping meat on Alex’s plate. That would give me an instant heart attack. Alex was more sociable than he was for the past months. However he kept throwing pleading glances towards my mother. They were curtly ignored. I marvelled at my mother’s ability to set the ground rules and stick to them. True to her word, it would seem that yesterday would be the last time Alex would get to shower with my mother.
For one thing I was pleased. Things were getting back to the way it used to be. For another, I was sorely disappointed. All the porn in the world now seems to pale in comparison to the recent live shows in my downstairs bathroom. Why oh why did it never occur to me to record the events on video? Nice going genius, I told myself.
Alex, being the stubborn guy that he is, never stopped coming over to my house despite there being no more action to be had. Even though I was convinced that my mother had put a stop to any more hanky-panky between them, something else seemed to be blossoming. Alex was gradually shedding his shyness and awkwardness and was going out of the way to socialize with my mother as often as he can. As the months went by I was again spending my entire afternoons mashing buttons alone in front of the TV while Alex made himself useful, helping my mother around the house and taking the opportunity to converse with her. Soon, he was talking to my mother more than I did. Frankly, I was annoyed that my own friend was spending more time with my mother than me.
Still, there were some silver linings from this predicament. My mother had started dressing more femininely and my father was taking notice. I often had to retire to my room early out of embarrassment of their blatant display of affections. Several nights a week, when I came out of my room to brush my teeth and prepare for bed, my parents were already at it in their bedroom. I could tell from the creaking bedsprings and the vague sighs and moans emanating from the adjacent bathroom wall.
Life went on pretty much the same until next year, when Alex and I were 16 and studying in secondary 4. We were no longer in the same class as my academic performance had faltered. And by faltered I mean completely down the toilet. My parents were understandably distressed. Out went the PS3 and Alex’s visitation rights.
From day one, I was to come home straight after school for lunch and after a short rest, it was off to the tuition center where I would attend extra classes from 2 to 6pm every weekday. My parents agreed that I should have the weekends off, thank God for that.
I lost touch with Alex, made some new friends, and even found a girl I like. Life was looking up. I was busy as hell, but I couldn’t be happier. Alex’s name never popped up in my head until one night when I was downstairs making myself a hot cup of Milo, knowing full well that my parents were rutting upstairs in their room. I wanted to postpone brushing my teeth until they were done. My mother’s cellphone which she had left in the kitchen lighted up and buzzed for attention. It was an instant message… from Alex Xu…
Daniel:
His message didn’t make sense to me so I scrolled up to try to find out more about what he was trying to say. I was blown away by how much my mother and Alex had corresponded during the past months. It seemed to have started last year when he was still coming over from school. Most of the earlier messages were the sharing of common thoughts and opinions. I scrolled back down the message log. There were messages from the time when my last year’s results came in and my parents changed some ground rules.
(May) I’m sorry about this.
(Alex) It’s no problem. I understand that I was a distraction to Daniel.
(May) It’s just for now. You can start coming here again once Daniel gets his grades back up.
(Alex) Won’t you miss me?
(May) Ha. You sure it’s not the other way around?
(Alex) I didn’t say it wasn’t.
(May) It will probably do you good. You can start looking for a girlfriend.
Then, a large bulk of messages later, there was some of Alex asking my mother for advice.
(Alex) Aunty, I need some advice.
(May) Yes dear? Finally found a girlfriend?
(Alex) Wah! How you know? Have you been stalking me?
(May) I was just guessing. So who is she?
(Alex) ummm…she’s my classmate. But she’s not the one I wanna talk about.
(May) Oh? What’s the problem then?
(Alex) Well… there is another person I fancy.
(May) Alex! Don’t go chasing everything with a skirt!
(Alex) No la Aunty. The thing is, my current girlfriend kind of surprised me with the proposal to be an item. All I could think of at that moment was all the times you told me to get a girlfriend, so… I accepted.
(May) So you don’t like her?
(Alex) I like her. She’s a nice girl. But I don’t like her in that special way. Not like this other person.
(May) Haha. Who is this other person who stole Alex the Great’s heart?
(Alex) Ummm, she’s an acquaintance of my girlfriend. She reminds me of someone special I was in love with once.
(May) Oh Alex. I suggest you get to know both girls better first. Who knows? You might have a change of heart and find that your current girlfriend is the one you want in the end.
(Alex) Okay Aunty. Thanks.
More benign conversation followed. I continued scrolling down until I find something interesting.
(May) Alex, how are you?
(Alex) The same I guess. Haha. How are you?
(May) Lonely. Daniel is studying for exams and Uncle is away on a business trip.
(Alex) Don’t you have any friends?
(May) When you grow up and get married Alex, your friends will eventually drift apart.
(Alex) No family?
(May) They’re out of state, in my hometown.
(Alex) You better get Uncle to take you out when he gets back to make up for this.
(May) I don’t know. He seems to be losing interest in me again.
(Alex) How is that possible?
(May) Hey, when you’re married for 16 years, things start to get stale.
(Alex) Sooo… he’s growing stale? Because it can’t be you.
(May) Haha. I mean we just get comfortable around each other.
(Alex) Hmmm… What are you wearing?
(May) Alex! That is inappropriate.
(Alex) You’re back to wearing baggy clothes again aren’t you?
(May) They’re comfortable.
(Alex) Skirts can be comfortable.
(May) Dressing up is so troublesome.
(Alex) I remember you used to dress up back when I was around. How was Uncle’s ‘interest’ then?
(May) … Point taken.
Okay… that was a little too close to creepy for comfort. But come to think of it. My mother’s daily attire did completely revert back to T-shirts and pants after Alex stopped coming. And then all of a sudden, lately when I came back from tuition classes, she would greet me in cute baby doll and spring dresses or skirts and tops, most of which I have never seen her wear before. She must have gone shopping. Shrugging, I continued scouring her inbox.
(May) Hey, how is your relationship going?
(Alex) Fine. How is Uncle’s interest level?
(May) Haha. Fine.
(Alex) Seriously?
(May) Yes. Changing my wardrobe works.
(Alex) You ready to take it to the next level?
(May) What next level?
(Alex) Lingerie.
(May) Alex, you naughty boy. I’m not discussing this with you.
Creep alert. I’m seeing Alex in a whole new light here. Moving on.
(Alex) Aunty. SOS.
(May) What’s wrong?
(Alex) I need help.
(May) Are you in trouble?
(Alex) Umm… not exactly.
(May) Tell me what’s wrong.
(Alex) I need to acquire birth control pills. Can you tell me how?
(May) Alex! What have you done?
(Alex) I just lost my virginity. Yay.
(May) Oh God. But, you’re so young…
(Alex) I’m 16. Some guys I know got laid by 14.
(May) This is not right. You should be focusing on your studies now. There will be plenty of time for this later.
(Alex) If you’re not going to help, then just say so.
(May) Alex, I don’t mean it like that.
(May) Alex?
Fuck me. Alex had sex. At least I know it’s not with my mother. I wonder who is his lucky girlfriend? Maybe he told my mother. I need to continue looking through the messages.
(May) Alex, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place to tell you what to do. I just care for you. I got pregnant with Daniel when I was very young and it placed a lot of opportunities beyond me and Uncle’s grasp. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.
(Alex) I’m sorry too. I was desperate and lost my temper. Sorry Aunty.
(May) Do you still need the pills?
(Alex) It’s alight. She found a way to get it.
(May) Your girlfriend?
(Alex) Ummm… no.
(May) Oh Alex.
(Alex) I know. I’m the worst.
(May) You need to come clean with your girlfriend.
(Alex) It will hurt her. She and my girlfriend are very close.
(May) Then you must stop seeing this other girl.
(Alex) I don’t want to. I think I have feelings for her. Don’t worry Aunty. I’ll figure this out.
(May) I hope so.
Interesting. It would seem from the following messages; life went on as usual after that. Then I came upon another segment of messages. They were fairly recent.
(Alex) So, did you upgrade you underwear?
(May) I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Alex) I just got a few new pairs of lingerie for my sex friend. She looked so good in it. I immediately thought about you and how Uncle will surely enjoy it.
(May) Okay! Okay! I’ll see what I can do. Just stop talking about it already.
And then I got to the most recent messages.
(May) Okay. You win. Uncle owes you his gratitude even though he doesn’t know it. I’ve never seen him so energetic.
(Alex) Eh? I wonder why?
(May) Very funny. It’s because of the lingerie.
(Alex) I told you so.
(May) Okay, Okay, I should never have doubted you.
(Alex) I’m glad you said that.
(May) Oh dear.
(Alex) Because, I’m going to tell you where to go from here.
(May) I am already regretting this. Me and my big mouth.
(Alex) Are you shaven down there?
(May) Goodbye Alex!
And finally, I got back to the message whose arrival caused me to invade my mother’s privacy.
(Alex) Hey, still ignoring me? Look, don’t just take my word for it. Let Uncle decide.
Upstairs I hear my father roar in climax.
Thank you all for your kind words. I will be taking a trip this weekend so I might not have a chance to update for a couple of days. Just a heads up.
Thank you all for your kind words. I will be taking a trip this weekend so I might not have a chance to update for a couple of days. Just a heads up.
Daniel:
For days after I chanced upon the SMS conversations between my mother and Alex, I was plagued by frequent bouts of arousal attacks. Left alone, my mind would inevitably wander back to those messages. The question of what else they might be doing behind me and my father’s backs would claw at my insides. My imagination would then come forward, enumerating one possible scenario after another, each more explicit and more deliciously wicked than the last.
Were they meeting? Chatting on skype? Has he been coming over in the afternoons when my father was at work and I was at tuition? What would they be doing if he did? The image of my mother taking Alex’s hand, with the lustful look I had seen once almost a year ago emblazoned across her face surfaced in my mind. She turned and led Alex straight towards the special bathroom.
Imagine having that thought invading your mind every few minutes throughout the week. I dealt with it the only way I knew how, pumping my engorged cock furiously with my hands in the privacy of my room. By Saturday, I was practically a zombie, having cummed the life out of my balls. I wasn’t even capable of ejaculating anymore. My balls were drained. What little seed it managed to replenish every night would end up caking my sheets the first thing in the morning.
It was that Saturday afternoon while I was in my room, trying to study when the thought of Alex and my mom entered my head again. Immediately, my heart rate went up a notch and my very sore dick began to stiffen. Just as I was about to put my right hand down my pants, my mother burst into my room, her eyes strained with panic. My hand shot right back up the desk.
“Daniel! Come quick! Alex is in the hospital!” She cried.
“Uh…. Alex?” I carefully replied, keeping in mind that I had not seen Alex for months. I thought by acknowledging his name, it would sound suspicious.
“Your school friend! Come on! We’re going to see him.”
Since my dick had deflated out of shock when she surprised me, I was able to stand and follow her down the stairs. Throughout the drive to the hospital, I studied my mother’s worried face. Should I be worried that she was showing so much concern for a school friend who I wasn’t even close to anymore? I could not help but feel a little jealous that she was caring for Alex like he was her own son. I did not have other siblings so I had never had to vie for my parent’s affections before. Now, faced with the predicament for the first time, my emotions were in a flux.
The nurse at the counter brought up Alex’s file on a computer and directed us to his room. There was a pretty woman, not much older than my mother sitting outside in the corridor beside Alex’s room. She looked like she had seen better days. Her weariness showed on her face as was her worry. She rose to face us when she saw us approaching.
“Ummm… are you here for Alex?” She said cautiously.
“Yes. My son Daniel here and Alex are friends. We came as soon as we heard,” My mother replied.
“Oh, you must be May. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“Are you Alex’s mother?”
“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m… his girlfriend’s mother.”
“Oh…”
I watched as the women paused and gazed at each other, as if exchanging a silent understanding. It struck me then that they were both very similar in looks. I would have mistaken them for sisters if seeing them for the first time.
“Ummm, so how is he?” My mother broke the silence.
“It’s not as bad as it seems. He’ll be fine. Go ahead in.”
Not bad as it seems she says… Inside the room, Alex lay on his bed with half a dozen stitches and twice that number of bandages labeling him from head to toe. He didn’t seem conscious. My mother let out a small gasp and froze at the door when she saw him.
After a minute of staring, my mom found her voice. “Daniel, stay here with Alex okay, mummy needs to talk with this aunty,” she said.
She closed the door behind her without even waiting for my reply. I hesitantly stepped forward and placed an ear on the door. The voices were low, but I could make out more or less what they were saying.
“Tell me what happened.” My mother said.
The woman did not answer right away. “My husband caught us.” She finally replied after an uneasy pause.
“You… slept… with Alex?!”
“Yes… I was weak. The temptation was too much.”
“Where is your husband now?”
“I don’t know. He drove off after he had stopped hitting when he realized Alex wasn’t moving.”
The woman started choking bitterly on sobs. She cried for some time while my mother was silent. Eventually, she spoke again. “I need to go. I should be home if my husband gets back.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll be okay… my husband can’t afford a divorce. Besides, it’s not like he never slept around before.”
“What about your daughter?”
“She doesn’t know. She doesn’t have to know. I’m sorry, but could you take care of Alex?”
My mother did not answer but I imagined she must have nodded. What else would my kind-hearted mother do?
We stayed by Alex until his family arrived to take over his care. My mother used the same explanation as with the other woman, pointing out that Alex was my friend and that she was here just to accompany me. My annoyance evaporated when I set eyes on Alex’s mother. Mrs. Xu had an adorable oval face and a lean and fit body. Her curves weren’t as pronounced as my mother’s but they were there alright. They looked more sculpted, giving her body the tighter look of a younger athletic woman. She had a light creamy tan tone to her skin which somehow makes her look more vibrant.
Mrs. Xu hugged my mother tearfully, thanking her for coming. Introductions were exchanged. ‘Andrea’ was revealed as Alex’s mother’s name. To my disappointment, all I got was a grateful handshake as opposed to her cute pert breasts squashing onto my chest. No matter. I was still growing hard.
Daniel:
For days after I chanced upon the SMS conversations between my mother and Alex, I was plagued by frequent bouts of arousal attacks. Left alone, my mind would inevitably wander back to those messages. The question of what else they might be doing behind me and my father’s backs would claw at my insides. My imagination would then come forward, enumerating one possible scenario after another, each more explicit and more deliciously wicked than the last.
Were they meeting? Chatting on skype? Has he been coming over in the afternoons when my father was at work and I was at tuition? What would they be doing if he did? The image of my mother taking Alex’s hand, with the lustful look I had seen once almost a year ago emblazoned across her face surfaced in my mind. She turned and led Alex straight towards the special bathroom.
Imagine having that thought invading your mind every few minutes throughout the week. I dealt with it the only way I knew how, pumping my engorged cock furiously with my hands in the privacy of my room. By Saturday, I was practically a zombie, having cummed the life out of my balls. I wasn’t even capable of ejaculating anymore. My balls were drained. What little seed it managed to replenish every night would end up caking my sheets the first thing in the morning.
It was that Saturday afternoon while I was in my room, trying to study when the thought of Alex and my mom entered my head again. Immediately, my heart rate went up a notch and my very sore dick began to stiffen. Just as I was about to put my right hand down my pants, my mother burst into my room, her eyes strained with panic. My hand shot right back up the desk.
“Daniel! Come quick! Alex is in the hospital!” She cried.
“Uh…. Alex?” I carefully replied, keeping in mind that I had not seen Alex for months. I thought by acknowledging his name, it would sound suspicious.
“Your school friend! Come on! We’re going to see him.”
Since my dick had deflated out of shock when she surprised me, I was able to stand and follow her down the stairs. Throughout the drive to the hospital, I studied my mother’s worried face. Should I be worried that she was showing so much concern for a school friend who I wasn’t even close to anymore? I could not help but feel a little jealous that she was caring for Alex like he was her own son. I did not have other siblings so I had never had to vie for my parent’s affections before. Now, faced with the predicament for the first time, my emotions were in a flux.
The nurse at the counter brought up Alex’s file on a computer and directed us to his room. There was a pretty woman, not much older than my mother sitting outside in the corridor beside Alex’s room. She looked like she had seen better days. Her weariness showed on her face as was her worry. She rose to face us when she saw us approaching.
“Ummm… are you here for Alex?” She said cautiously.
“Yes. My son Daniel here and Alex are friends. We came as soon as we heard,” My mother replied.
“Oh, you must be May. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“Are you Alex’s mother?”
“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m… his girlfriend’s mother.”
“Oh…”
I watched as the women paused and gazed at each other, as if exchanging a silent understanding. It struck me then that they were both very similar in looks. I would have mistaken them for sisters if seeing them for the first time.
“Ummm, so how is he?” My mother broke the silence.
“It’s not as bad as it seems. He’ll be fine. Go ahead in.”
Not bad as it seems she says… Inside the room, Alex lay on his bed with half a dozen stitches and twice that number of bandages labeling him from head to toe. He didn’t seem conscious. My mother let out a small gasp and froze at the door when she saw him.
After a minute of staring, my mom found her voice. “Daniel, stay here with Alex okay, mummy needs to talk with this aunty,” she said.
She closed the door behind her without even waiting for my reply. I hesitantly stepped forward and placed an ear on the door. The voices were low, but I could make out more or less what they were saying.
“Tell me what happened.” My mother said.
The woman did not answer right away. “My husband caught us.” She finally replied after an uneasy pause.
“You… slept… with Alex?!”
“Yes… I was weak. The temptation was too much.”
“Where is your husband now?”
“I don’t know. He drove off after he had stopped hitting when he realized Alex wasn’t moving.”
The woman started choking bitterly on sobs. She cried for some time while my mother was silent. Eventually, she spoke again. “I need to go. I should be home if my husband gets back.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll be okay… my husband can’t afford a divorce. Besides, it’s not like he never slept around before.”
“What about your daughter?”
“She doesn’t know. She doesn’t have to know. I’m sorry, but could you take care of Alex?”
My mother did not answer but I imagined she must have nodded. What else would my kind-hearted mother do?
We stayed by Alex until his family arrived to take over his care. My mother used the same explanation as with the other woman, pointing out that Alex was my friend and that she was here just to accompany me. My annoyance evaporated when I set eyes on Alex’s mother. Mrs. Xu had an adorable oval face and a lean and fit body. Her curves weren’t as pronounced as my mother’s but they were there alright. They looked more sculpted, giving her body the tighter look of a younger athletic woman. She had a light creamy tan tone to her skin which somehow makes her look more vibrant.
Mrs. Xu hugged my mother tearfully, thanking her for coming. Introductions were exchanged. ‘Andrea’ was revealed as Alex’s mother’s name. To my disappointment, all I got was a grateful handshake as opposed to her cute pert breasts squashing onto my chest. No matter. I was still growing hard.