Chapter 5

After dinner, I sat my younger siblings down and started teaching them a lesson.

My younger siblings used to play with me on the roof every day, but when I suddenly told them to study, they shouted that they would die of exhaustion.

In the past, I would scold them for not wanting to study, but now I have the heart of a loving father and teach my younger siblings very diligently and calmly.

My younger siblings, who initially didn't want to do it, began to work hard, focusing on whether they liked it when I didn't get angry and explained it kindly.

"My son has become a real adult after he entered high school. Now my son knows how to take care of his younger siblings."

My mom was proud, smiling at me with satisfaction.

Now it was time for bed.

My mom packed clothes, towels, and soap to put them away and she went to the bathroom on the 4th floor.

I lay still and started thinking about some of the things that happened earlier.

My father hasn't been home for over a month.

These days he has little time to come home.

Before, he would come home once every two weeks, give my mom money for the house and me and my siblings, and stay here for three to four days before leaving again for work.

The more he did, the more my mom suffered for some reason.

My mom used to rely on the money dad gave her to live on, but since there was no word from my father for over a month, my mom started weaving for money and helping out with other people's homework, so she somehow survived on the few paychecks she got.

Thinking of my father, I felt a strange sense of alienation again.

My father, who had beaten me so badly since I was a child, was a typical patriarchal tyrant, like most heads of households at this time.

It seems that he was even more cruel when his business failed before.

He was a terrifying father when I was young, but the father I faced after I was released from prison was just a weak old man with no strength.

I had returned to the age 17 and had never seen my father, but for some reason, he didn't seem like the scary father he used to be anymore.

He was a scary father and I hated him before, but now my heart is at peace when that frail old father overlaps with my current brother.

I just thought it didn't matter whether my father came back or not, and I felt a little resentful thinking that he was causing trouble for my mom.

'I don't know when my father will come, but I'll think about it later when my father comes home.'

Leaving my father's thoughts behind, various other thoughts came to mind.

'It's June now. July will come in just a few days. I'll be facing my final exams soon. I smoked for the first time in Caleb home after the final exam. Is it going to quit smoking in this life?'

'Wait, it seems like something important is happening to Caleb right now. Hmm! That's right. Brandon, that's dog. '

I suddenly became angry when I remembered Brandon, whom I had forgotten about for more than 20 years.

In short, Brandon was a bully who liked to intimidate the weak.

I was the same age as him, same high school, but in a different grade.

Brandon lived near Caleb's house.

Brandon was slightly taller than Caleb, and his hair was very curly.

His skin was white, his lips were very red, and he had a typical pesky face.

In middle school, he was the one who would follow the punks around and carry their bags, but when he got into high school and got into a fight with another high school, he smashed the head of another first-year best student with a shovel.

And he also usually goes around bullying outside of school.

Earlier I went to Caleb's house after the holiday after the first-semester final exam, but arriving at the destination I saw Caleb crying.

The reason is that Caleb's house is near Brandon's house, so Brandon found Caleb on his way out of the house, and his money was stolen and beaten up.

Feeling angry, I immediately went to the regular street where that person was gathering to find Brandon, and I hit him in the middle of the street hard.

However, the incident reached the ears of my seniors and the punks at school, and I was called by them at that time and beaten up many times.

After that, Brandon often came to my class and made fun of me.

If I got angry and tried to hit Brandon, the 2nd and 3rd-year seniors, would look for me to hit.

Just thinking about it made my teeth clench with anger.

After graduating high school, I lived with the thought of beating Brandon when my seniors weren't around.

Caleb grew distant from me after that incident and ended up living as Brandon's bullying target until he graduated high school.

'Okay. Brandon, asshole. This time will be different.'

As I was thinking about how I had retaliated against Brandon earlier, I suddenly felt the urge to pee.

I got up and went down to the bathroom on the 4th floor.

Seeing the bathroom door closed, I remembered that my mom had gone to the bathroom earlier.

I was about to call my mom at the door when I heard a strange noise from inside the bathroom.

"Ah... Yes... Ah yes.."

It wasn't loud, but I could hear a woman moaning.

I woke up quickly.

As a 17-year-old boy who knew nothing would have thought my mom was sick when he heard her sigh, but as an experienced middle-aged man, I knew very well what the sound of the sigh meant.

'Is this the sound of my mom masturbating?'

That was quite understandable.

My mom was a woman in her thirties, a strong woman who had given birth to three children.

She was at an age when her sexual desire was at its peak, but my father hadn't been home for over a month, so there was nowhere to go.

Hearing my mom's moans, my shaft instantly became erect as if it was about to burst through my pants.

My heart was pounding, and I wanted to see my mom masturbate.

I quickly moved away from the door and slowly descended to the bottom of the floor.

When the door outside the bathroom was closed, there was a gap enough for two fingers under the door.

I looked inside through the gap.

My mom was already undressed, and I saw my mom squatting with her naked body, moving her hands and fingers vigorously between her crotch.

But my mom was sitting facing sideways, so only her thighs, ass, and left side were visible.

"Ah... Ah..."

My mom's moan sounded a little louder.

'Look back here, Mom...'

I shouted silently, but Mom remained in that position and I couldn't see the front of my mom.

After moving her fingers for a while, my mom let out a long sigh and raised her body.

She seemed to be finished with how she splashed water on her body.

I couldn't see the top of her thighs because my mom wasn't facing me.

I somehow wanted to see the fur side of my mom, but in the end, I could not.

I had no choice but to go back to my room and lie down.

After a while, my mom came in.

She turned on the bedside table and turned off her thoughts, probably thinking to start knitting and weaving again instead of going straight to bed.

"Mom, you must be tired, you didn't sleep?"

"Huh. Son. Are you all right? I'll sleep after a while."

"Mom, don't be so hard on yourself. But when will father come?"

A look of sadness came over my mom's face.

'Oops! I think I touched on a forbidden topic.'

I thought of my mom's lewd moans that I heard earlier, and I couldn't just look at my mom's pensive face, so I took out a book and lay down beside my mom, and leaned against the lamp to read the book.

"Son go to bed early. Also, turn on the room light if you want to read a book. It's a pity for your eyes."

"I can't sleep so I'll read a book. Also, there's a lamp near Mom, and also why turn on the room light if it raises the electricity bill later? Not to mention Lily and Dylan are sleeping."

Hearing what I said my mom stroked my hair like it was awesome.

I also liked my mom's gentle touch, so I put down my book and lay down with my face on my mom's soft and supple thighs.

As I lay on my mom's thighs, my cheek pressed against her thigh, a strange odor emerged from my mom's crotch.

I knew exactly what this odor was.

An odor that could be smelled only on women.

I could get a rough idea of my mom's current condition.

I turned around and lay on my mom's thigh.

My mom was working on her weaving, and when I turned around, she rubbed my face with her palm.

"Oh my! Whose son is this handsome?"

My mom smiled happily as she looked at me.

"Aren't you lonely, Mom?"

I actually, unintentionally asked.

After asking, I looked at my mom's beautiful face.

My mom was surprised by my question. She gasped and then she smiled.

"NO. Your mom is not lonely, how can your mother be lonely with a great son like you by her side."

Seeing my mom like that, I suddenly felt happy. I turned my mom's stomach and hugged her waist.

"I love you, Mom."

"Yes, son. I love you too."

Today, after school, Caleb seduced me to go to his house and play.

But thinking that I shouldn't leave my mom alone, I resisted Caleb's temptation for a few days and went home right after school.

And honestly, isn't it obvious that middle schoolers just want to play?

When I, a middle-aged man, thought about reading comic books and playing games in the room with Caleb, I felt that those actions were very boring and not suitable for an experienced man like me.

I went home, played with my younger siblings for a while, and taught them to study.

Now, my younger siblings also play when it's time, and focus on studying when it's time to study.

Due to my family's poor situation, I rarely buy books for my use or my younger siblings.

So the only thing I currently have is a book about a certain prisoner,

So, I explained the criminal record of that particular prisoner to my younger siblings in great detail and made them understand.