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. The subsquent photos confirmed that the woman was my neighbour’s mother and the man was……………. the last episode will appear tomorrow.
I really appreciate all those who have the stamina to follow all the updates that I have posted. I think it’s a relief to many that I am finally ending the narration of my experience with my neighbour’s mother tomorrow.
I guess as much and will that be the end of the show for you and will you get into the hot juice ( soup ) of the law. ha.. ha.. ha.. hopefully it is only a joke.
keep it up as iam still waiting for your next posting………..
I thought when my neighbour’s mother introduced her sister as Sai Mui, everybody would know the dialect that we spoke. If you all have watched HK movies, you will know how subtle things can be put across. Here is an example during one of the morning call, “Tiew, kom guai jo yao cho sanc yen” (I said “Fuck, wake people up so early”) “Li jak kong kai yat mei cho, ngor mei lo ti yea come ji hoi lor” (She replied “Your cockerel kept making noise, so I took something to cover it”).
My neighbour’s mother spoke very little English but SM’s English is quite good. When we met KF and his wife, our conversations were completely in English.
Yes, already one reader had mentioned that I was going to be in hot soup.
The 9th photo showed a taxi stopping in front of the hotel. Now mind suddenly went blank for a short while. Every part of my body was now so tense that I told myself that it was pointless to look at the rest of the photos. I was resigned to the fact that my face would surely appear in the remaining few photos. I have bumped into my neighbour’s father a few times and only greeted each other. Then I was thinking if I was the man in the photos, surely my neighbour’s father would come running into my house with a chopper. That thought provided me a consoling moment.
The 10th photo showed my neighbour’s mother getting down from the taxi and due to the reflection from the sunlight, I couldn’t make out the man who was still in the taxi. The man appeared in the next photo as he stepped out of the taxi. IT WASN’T ME. It’s……
Buay tahan after reading all these accounts. I want to be you. I bet you must be super yan tao.
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Yes, already one reader had mentioned that I was going to be in hot soup.
IT WASN’T ME. It’s……
It’s THE BUTCHER. I let out a sigh of relief and quickly flipped through the rest of the photos. There was one that showed the frontal view of the butcher with his left hand resting on her left shoulder when they were coming out of the hotel. I discovered that a date was written behind every photo. The first set was taken on the last Tuesday of May and the date of the second set corresponded to the last Thursday of May. That happened just before our vacation in Thailand.
My concern quickly shifted from the photos to my neighbour’s mother. I thought right now she must be feeling the earth moving under her feet and the sky tumbling down on her. I have never encountered such a situation before and so I was really lost for words and kept on telling her not to cry. There was nothing I could do to stop her from crying. I told my neighbour’s mother to have a good rest before I left the room.
The next morning before I reported to CMPB, I went over to my neighbour’s room. I could see that her eyes were swollen and probably she had not slept at all. She assured me that she was alright. “My husband came yesterday to give me those photographs and told me that he will give me one last chance”. “It’s good to hear that you are alright, please take good care of yourself. Come and see me at my camp”, I told her. She hugged me and gave me a passionate kiss, one that I would remember for the rest of my life.
During the weekend that the camp held the BMT Parents’ Visit Day, my mother showed up alone quite early and told me my father couldn’t make it because he was busy. After my mother left, I went back to the barracks and waited patiently for my neighbour’s mother to show up. I had flashbacks of our vacation in Thailand. When the Parents’ Visit was reaching the end, I was told that I have a visitor. I quickly ran towards the cookhouse as there were only few precious minute left to be with her. Upon arriving, I was panting just like after each fuck I had with my neighbour’s mother. I almost collapsed, not from exertion but from the very fact that the visitor was not my neighbour’s mother. It turned out to be the man who love his mata puteh more than me.
The confinement during the BMT was worst than spending time in prison. You couldn’t have visitors and cannot even book out to see your family. I wrote a letter to my neighbour’s mother but didn’t receive any reply. The day I became a PTE, was like the day I left the prison. I quickly took a taxi and headed for home. I went to the house next door and the owner asked who I was looking for. I told him that I wanted to see my neighbour. What the owner told me was like the end of the world for me. I was told that the family had shifted out a week ago.
When I went home, I asked my parents how they were and enquired how much fortune they had acquired from mahjong. My mother complained that for one and a half week they had not played mahjong since my neighbour’s mother shifted out. I asked them why didn’t they contact her at her new place. To my parents, their decison to shift out happened quite suddenly and my neighbour’s mother left without telling anyone where they would be shifting to. My mother gave me a letter which she said was from my neighbour, the person whom I gave coaching. I knew it was from my neighbour’s mother and was hoping that I could find her new address in it.
“I really love the wonderful time we had spent together. I am sure Sai Mui shares the same feeling. I have no choice but to leave. Now I can only keep those sweet memories with me for the rest of my life. I hope you will do the same. It leaves me to wish you all the best in your future and hope will lead a successful life from now on”. Those were the last words from my neighbour’s mother.
I went to meet up with the butcher and he told me they had not met after the June holidays. I tried my neighbour’s school, but the staff informed me that my neighbour’s mother had informed them not to disclose any information regarding her son’s whereabout. So those sweet memories still remained in me as I related my times with my neighbour’s mother in this forum.
Once again I would like to thank everyone following this updates and those who have continued to up me just like I have upped my neighbour’s mother.
Keong19,
Thanks. I was inspired by many other great writers in this forum and the encouragement of many people made me continue to reveal more of my experiences.
firest0rm,
I have thought for very long the title of my thread. My neighbour’s mother was the one who first brought me on this great journey of many sexual encounters with some very beautiful and lustful women. So My Neighbour’s Mother was very appropriate title for this thread.
UPDATE
LB3CM told me that she would bring back many memorable moments of her stay here and that her last day here would be something she would treasure for a long time. I asked her how her other sex partners got started with her. She told me that I was the fourth man to make it with her. Her first boyfriend raped her. That was the reason why with every new man, she was afraid that she got raped again. Her husband had no problem because she was half drunk on her wedding night. Then her lover got kicked in the balls but recovered to fuck her. The painful balls affected his performance and after the first bad impression she dumped him. I was very tempted to keep her Hello Kitty panties (drenched with her cunt juice) as a sourvenir, but I knew those crazy over Hello Kitty would never part with their collector’s items.
I loaded LB3CM’s luggage in my car and I drove her to LB3’s shop to return the house key. I send her to the airport and left after she had checked in. When I got home, I received an sms from LB3, "
Don’t tell me she had done nothing to you. Tomorrow, you must tell me how you took care of her
“. I replied, "
I must keep it a secret so that you can reward me again
“. I knew LB3CM would have also made the promise that she would not let me fuck her again. That was the reason she had not given me her address when I requested for it.
Very frustrating. Had to retype this update twice. Lost it while replying
LAST UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
The following night, I met LB3 at her backdoor. When we got to the hall, LB3F was watching TV and eating papaya. She wearing a different T-shirt and another sports shorts with similar baggy opening. She sat in the same way at the corner of the sofa, LB3 took her seat in the middle and I sat at the other corner. This was the same sofa where I first fuck LB3CM yesterday. LB3F offered me the papaya. She told LB3 that her boyfriend would be here soon. They chatted while I ate LB3F’s papaya (actual fruit) and stole a few glimpses of her pussy.
After I had finished the papaya, LB3 led me into her room. While she took her bath, I started recollecting the subsequent fucks that I had with LB3CM on this bed. I was almost in dreamland, when suddenly LB3 appeared next to me on the bed and said, "
Hey, still can’t get over her, is it?
" I was always frightened of such ambiguous question. "
Can’t get over who?
" I replied her without knowing whether she was refering to LB3F or LB3CM. "
Please stop pretending. You know who I am refering to
“. If LB3 insisted on me knowing the “who”, then it must be LB3M.
I gave her a classic reply, "
Yes, I can’t get over someone who have last fuck me 15 days ago
“. Now she was confused, because both she and LB3F had last fuck me 15 days ago. "
I am sure you are not refering to LB3F
“. She wanted me to ascertain that someone. "
Ha ha, it’s for me to know and for you to find out
“. I must have gone too far because her mood suddenly changed. "
Come on, how can I be thinking of her, knowing that she can’t break her promise. As if you don’t know, I have always been thinking of you
“. That saved the night for me. She was back to her normal self.
It has been a long 15 days since I had fuck LB3. I must reciprocate her kind gesture. I quickly removed my clothes and her towel. I got her lying down and penetrated her with a strong thrust. She gave out a loud scream and wrapped her legs around my waist. I gave a fuck that kept her screaming. Those screams would help to arouse LB3F, who was still watching TV in the hall, and prepare her for the fucking session with her boyfriend. I kept going ensuring that LB3 had 2 climaxes before I cummed. The 2 tired bodies collapsed on the bed. When LB3 finally caught her breath, she asked, "
What have you eaten?
" My reply was, "
Maybe it’s the soup I drank yesterday
“. For the lunch yesterday, LB3 had prepared wintermelon soup for LB3CM and myself.
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Very frustrating. Had to retype this update twice. Lost it while replying
Bro,
I suggest that you write your story down in MS Words first then copy and paste them in SBF. This way, you will not lose the story if there is a bad connection.
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ZIZOUZIZOU
Very frustrating. Had to retype this update twice. Lost it while replying
Yes, it is very frustrating when you type a long story and it doesn’t show up and have to retype it. Maybe you should take up the suggestion by bro AD69.
Link got better.
FINAL UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
We rested for a while. I told her that the earlier fuck was for the last 15 days and I right then I would be giving her the fuck for today. I could hear that nobody was now in the hall and I guessed LB3F would have started fucking her boyfriend. To visualise LB3F’s boyfriend ramming her big buttocks, I got LB3 on her fours and position her buttocks pointing upwards. I inserted my rod into her pussy and started ramming her from behind. My imagination played a big part in this fucking. I imagined that I was fucking in tandem with LB3F’s boyfriend. We had both backsides parked together and he rammed the big buttocks while I rammed the smaller one. We cummed together leaving them screaming continuously. My perverted mind had actually created a foursome with LB3, LB3F and her boyfriend. I almost ran over to LB3F’s room to make a swap but my legs were too weak.
When LB3 and myself had recovered from the exertion, she asked, "
What happened yesterday?
“. I replied, "
Didn’t you ask me to take care of your classmate. Well, I took care of her and even sent her to the airport
“. She asked again, "
How did you take care of her?
" My reply was, "
I took care of her needs
“. LB3 was getting impatient, "
Did you fuck her?
" I was trying to agitate her, "
Am I supposed to fuck your classmate?
" "
It’s alright if you are not going to tell me. I can always call her and ask
“. She reached for her handphone. I guessed she was calling the bluff.
"
Hello LB3CM, how are you? (pause) Sorry to call you at this time. Busy working and came back late. (pause) How? Did my friend took care of you yesterday? (long pause) Did you have fun? (longer pause) Ok, I will tell him you left him a souvenir. (pause) I didn’t know he collected Hello Kitty. (pause) Alright, alright, I thank you on his behalf. Bye
“. LB3 actually spoke her classmate. Anyway, I wasn’t afraid because I could tell her that I wasn’t comfortable in telling her my fucking session with LB3CM. Then again, if the souvenir was LB3CM’s Hello Kitty panties, I had a lot of explanation to do. [You are a real pervert. Fuck my classmate not enough, still want to take her panties.] I was thinking what LB3 would say when she saw the souvenir, if it was really LB3CM’s Hello Kitty panties.