Chapter 61: My First Time with Mom (Part 2)
Chapter 61: My First Time with Mom (Part 2)
Looking at the azure morning sky outside the window, a profound sense of loss welled up in my heart.
I glanced at the time; it was already nearly seven in the morning.
As I fully regained consciousness, I felt both disappointed and dejected, unable to shake the feeling for a long time.
It wasn't until I caught a faint, lingering musky scent in the air that I noticed my midsection felt damp. I hurriedly threw back the silk duvet, only to find that the panties I had been wearing were nowhere to be seen. I was completely naked.
The duvet, the sheets, and my own body were all stained with a considerable amount of dried cum.
So, last night really was just a wet dream...
Though I felt disappointed, I grew quite happy once I thought it through. After all, having such an intimate encounter with Mother in my dreams was a rare treat.
I sat on the bed for a while, gathering my thoughts, when I realized that the air held more than just the scent of cum. There was also a faint, ethereal fragrance—so light it was almost imperceptible, yet incredibly familiar. I racked my brain but couldn't quite remember where I had smelled it before.
Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard the pitter-patter of running water coming from the bathroom.
Could Mother be in there?
An inexplicable panic rose within me. I slapped my forehead hard as memories of last night resurfaced—I seemed to recall holding my naked Mother in my arms as I slept.
If that were true, hadn't Mother seen me in my pathetic state?!
I quickly snatched up my panties from the foot of the bed and pulled them on. I crept to the bathroom door and, after hesitating for a long time, called out softly, "Mom?"
The sound of the water stopped instantly. After a full ten seconds, Mother finally responded, "What is it?"
Though her voice sounded calm, I couldn't help but feel there was a hint of panic laced in her tone.
"No... it's nothing."
I rubbed my nose, unsure of what to say.
Since Mother was occupying the bathroom, I couldn't wash up. Instead, I gathered the soiled silk duvet and sheets and stuffed them all into the washing machine.
A short while later, Mother stepped out of the bathroom. Her exquisite, graceful figure was still wrapped in the same bath towel from last night. Her curvaceous silhouette was so striking that I couldn't help but steal a few extra glances.
Perhaps because she had just finished her shower, Mother’s beautiful face was flushed with a rosy hue. Her deep phoenix eyes swept over me briefly before she took the initiative to speak. "You're going through puberty; these are all normal physiological phenomena. Don't overthink it."
After dropping that casual remark, she left the bedroom.
I scratched my head. Usually thick-skinned, I actually felt a bit embarrassed in this moment.
I went into the bathroom to wash the filth off my body. Then, a thought occurred to me: Mother had gotten up early to shower, and I had spent the night holding her... could the cum I released have ended up on her?
At the thought, my heart began to thud wildly.
Mother didn't have a habit of showering early in the morning. With things being so unusual today, it was possible I really had come on her...
While I was lost in my wild imaginings, Mother’s crisp voice drifted in from outside the bathroom. "Yuan'er, hurry up and wash. We're running late today. I'll drive you to school."
"Okay."
I gave a distracted reply. After a hurried wash, I threw on my school uniform and headed into the main room.
"Are you ready? If you're ready, let's go."
"Oh, coming."
I quickly followed at Mother’s side, quietly observing her expression, trying to guess from her face whether I had actually cum on her.
Mother’s face was calm, showing no sign of anything unusual.
Sensing my gaze, her clear phoenix eyes swept toward me. "Why do you keep looking at Mother?"
"It's nothing."
Failing to see the reaction I was looking for, I felt a slight twinge of disappointment.
Once we were in the car, Mother began driving toward my school. "Time is too tight. Just grab something to eat at the breakfast stall near the school later."
"Okay," I agreed. But without an answer to my question, my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws, unable to find peace.
After building up my courage for a long time, I finally couldn't resist asking, "Mom, where did you sleep last night?"
"Hmm? Why are you asking that?"
Mother appeared composed and calm, but upon closer inspection, I could see a tiny flicker of hesitation and nervousness in her eyes.
"I slept by myself last night."
After she spoke, she added a casual explanation: "You fell asleep last night, so I went back to my own room."
Seeing Mother’s unnatural reaction, I was now almost certain that she had spent the entire night in my bedroom.
"Oh~ I see~"
I drawled out my response intentionally. Hearing this, Mother seemed a bit shamed and annoyed. She reached out with her slender fingers and pinched my ear. "What's with that 'oh'?!"
"Hehe."
I felt excited and triumphant. After all, I had spent the night skin-to-skin with my beautiful, naked Mother.
I gave a silly laugh. "Nothing, nothing."
But humans always have a tendency to push their luck after getting a bargain. To get Mother to admit to sleeping with me, I couldn't help but let my mouth run. "Then why did you take a shower so early in the morning?"
Upon hearing this, Mother’s willow-leaf brows shot up, and she looked quite angry. She snapped, "Do I have to report everything I do to you first?"
I quickly replied, "No, of course not."
Mother’s "fierce but fragile" performance made me certain: not only had I slept with my naked Mother all night, but I had most likely cum on her during my wet dream.
Otherwise, there was no way she would have behaved so out of character as to shower first thing in the morning.
Vroom!
As if out of spite, Mother slammed her foot on the accelerator. The Mercedes-Benz roared and shot forward, as if venting the frustration in her heart...
I, however, remained very calm. I secretly admired Mother’s beautiful profile: Mother really was stunning when she drove.
Moreover, I was surprised to discover that behind Mother’s ear, where her neck met her face, a faint, nail-sized patch of pink had emerged.
Mother was blushing...