Apparently, it had become too much, and without any complaints or comments, she had seated herself at her desk to study. I’m always amazed how the Chinese can put themselves into their own private space, even when surrounded by others. Now I saw just how early this was mastered.
Hua was ready to fuck, and told me so, with our chosen “penetration” word.
“Now,” she whispered, chewing on my ear, sinking her tongue as deep as she could get it.
I pulled at her, hoping to get her into the bedroom to close the door, but she was already undoing my belt. Her hand reached in and grabbed my cock, pulled it free. She shifted her position, hopped up on to my hips, pressed her crotch over my cock, rubbing me with her panties. I glanced over at Ling. She still had her back to us. But she was rocking strangely now. Then I saw her exposed leg, spread wide and to the side, her dress up above her thigh. Her arm was curved in and down. She was masturbating!
My body gave an involuntary shudder. The idea of her masturbating while I was fucking her mom overwhelmed my sense of propriety. With a quick turn and large step, I swiveled us both into the bedroom. At the same time my fingers grabbed under the edge of her panties and yanked. I felt the material give way, causing Hua to moan loudly.
“Now!” she cried out.
I leaned us over the bed, letting her fall on her back. She bounced, her legs flopping open. I leaned back up, grabbed my cock, leaned forward, and plunged inside her. She groaned with the spasm, immediately starting to come. I pulled out, then crashed back in. She cried out, scratched at my back, wrapped my shirt into her fingers and pulled me down tight. She grabbed harder with each contraction, both my shirt, and by cock. I didn’t move as she bounced and jerked on the bed with her quick-onset orgasm.
Remembering Ling, I peered over my shoulder. She had turned to watch us. But her eyes were closed now, and both bare legs were spread, exposing her panty covered crotch. A hand was inside her underwear and I could see the slight flicker of finger movement underneath. Suddenly I felt my own orgasm coming, I jammed my cock in and out a couple times and then let out a loud groan as I ejaculated, then another, growling, snarling grunt.
Everything got very quiet. I opened my eyes, my head still turned towards Ling. Her eyes were wide open. I glanced down at her crotch. When she saw me staring, she quickly pulled her hand out and turned away. Hua had become strangely still, too. I looked at her with a question on my face. Had I done something wrong? Of course I had. She tried to smile, not a very reassuring smile, nodded towards Ling, and moved to get up. She made a stop in the bathroom, then went over to sit by Ling, her arm around her daughter, consoling her. I sheepishly closed the bedroom door, to give them some privacy. And I needed some time to understand what had just happened.
I don’t know much about Chinese culture, nothing about Chinese family life or what goes on behind the doors of a Chinese home. I had heard all kinds of rumors, but nothing I thought I could believe. I had seen how whole extended families live in tiny homes in rural China. I had never seen more than one bed, and I’m sure the whole family got sex education on a regular basis. But did mothers really sleep with sons to prepare them for college, like I’d read about Japan? And did girls get pregnant at such early ages because a father, uncle, or grandfather had gotten friendly? Did children sleep in the same bed as their parents until age 35, when they moved in to a home of their own? If you got married before you had a home, were your parents there every time you made love? Did parents have certain visitation rights to compensate for housing sons- and daughters-in-laws?