All this was pouring through my brain when Hua came into the bedroom with Ling. I had to quickly do up my belt since they gave no warning, coming in without a knock, a custom I was still not accustomed to when Hua visited me in my own bathroom. Neither of them seemed to care or be concerned that I was undressed. I smiled, why should they care, Hua knows me inside out, and Ling just watched me fuck her mother.
Hua spoke first, giving Ling time to carefully translate. I could tell this was really important, so I cleared my head of everything that had just happened, and listened. It took about an hour, some very tricky translating, carefully confirmed with asking me if I understood and if this was okay with me. By the end, I was just nodding.
“Yes, I understand that it is impolite to stare at Ling when she is masturbating, and, yes, it is okay with me for Ling to watch us make love.”
I didn’t understand why it was impolite for me to watch Ling masturbate but not impolite for her to watch us make love, but I wasn’t going to try to understand right now. I just wanted everybody to calm down and move past this very confusing episode. That’s what I wanted to do, and based on the body language of Hua and Ling, it’s what they wanted, too. We was agreed that ‘okay’ would be our ‘tell’ signal. If Hua or Ling were worried that I was uncomfortable, they would ask, ‘Okay?’ And if I answered, ‘Okay,’ then everything would continue smoothly. Similarly, if I was uncomfortable, or thought Hua or Ling was uncomfortable, I could be the one to ask.
As an aside, looking back, I now know that their discomfort was only because of my discomfort. Nothing I had done had bothered Ling or Hua. It was the look on my face, which showed my confusion and discomfort, and their concern for me, that had disrupted everything.
By the time we were settled, and smiles were back on all faces, it was late. Hua told Ling to get ready for bed. She whined and moaned, until Hua looked over at me. Ling stopped short, bowed, and headed for the bathroom. She didn’t close the door, and I was hard pressed to keep my eyes on Hua. I caught glimpses of an arm, a leg. At the sound of pee in the toilet, I turned. Although I couldn’t see the toilet, Ling was leaning forward, peeking out the door at me, a head over a bundle of hands, knees, ankles and feet. She was smiling, and I wasn’t.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said, which brought back her smile, and mine.
Before I looked away, she stood. My curiosity and surprise kept me staring at her youthful body.
“Okay?” she asked, but I think she knew it was a harder question for me.
I swallowed.
“Okay,” I said.
I looked over at Hua for guidance. Her face flashed with a question. She didn’t understand what I was worried about.
“Up,” she said.
When I didn’t stand up, she commanded.
“Up!”
I stood, having to shift my penis to keep it from tenting. Hua put her hand over her mouth and giggled, a sign of nervous tension. I was worried that I had done something wrong, but she quickly came to my aid. She said something to Ling, waved her into the bathroom. The shower started.