Just as the young wife was carrying a basin to do laundry, Zhang Jian directly walked up to her, pulled her underwear out of the basin, and just walked away. After he was done jerking off, he threw the semen-stained underwear back into the basin.
I asked him what the young wife's reaction was and Zhang Jian said she just cursed at him a couple of times, calling him shameless, but had no other reaction. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told me about it. In the end, all I could manage to say was, "Bro, you're impressive," to express my astonishment.
Then, I couldn't help but wonder what my mom's reaction would have been if this had happened to her. I figured that with my mom's shy and gentle temperament, her reaction probably wouldn't have been much different from the young woman on the second floor.
The days went by, and Zhang Jian was now eating all three meals with my mom and me.
He felt too embarrassed to freeload with us, so he offered to reduce the rent by a lot. But my mom wouldn't accept it, and I had to persuade her to agree. After all, if my mom had really refused, Zhang Jian wouldn't have felt comfortable to continue eating with us.
With a strange sense of anticipation, I deliberately wanted Zhang Jian to get closer to my mom, but I never noticed anything unusual. Zhang Jian remained very polite towards her, until finally, after some time had passed, a change occurred.
My mom's attitude towards Zhang Jian suddenly turned much colder. Although she was still perfectly amiable with both of us when I was around, she no longer invited him over for meals. I was the one who had to do it and I also never saw the two of them talking in the courtyard again.
I had a feeling that Zhang Jian hadn't been able to resist and had done something to my mom. The most likely possibility was that he'd taken my mom's underwear to jerk off with.
So, when we went to the second floor to chat, I casually asked him, "Bro, did you do something to upset my mom? It feels like she's not as friendly to you as before."
Zhang Jian was too embarrassed to admit it in front of me. He mumbled vaguely, "No, it's about the same as before. Now that we're familiar, we don't need to be as polite as we were before."
I scoffed and said in a low voice, "Stop pretending. Did you use my mom's underwear to jerk off with?"
After I called him out, Zhang Jian grew quiet, looking sheepish. I also felt my face burning and an awkward tension hung between us. Both of us felt somewhat ashamed.
To be honest, I didn't want to expose my own dirty thoughts. After all, this was a shameful matter. What kind of son actively encourages someone to molest his own mother? Even if I had such desires, I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.
But at the same time, I also desperately wanted it to really happen. I was a little worried that Zhang Jian would stop, so I said, "Forget it, just take it if you're going to. Besides, you spoke up for me before."
When Zhang Jian heard that, he quickly mumbled "Mm" in a quiet voice.
After that, I asked him about it a few more times and Zhang Jian wasn't as embarrassed as he was at first, and he told me the whole story.
It was similar to his method with the young wife from upstairs, except he didn't secretly steal my mom's underwear. He would just jerk off, wipe himself off before hanging it back up.
By the time I asked him about it, he had already stopped wiping off the semen he'd ejaculated on it.
After saying all this, Zhang Jian felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders and he went back to his usual smug and shameless self. He asked me why I was asking so many details and whether I found it exciting too.
I felt as if my mask had been ripped off, and said irritably, "You're the one using my mom's underwear to jerk off. What's wrong with me asking?"
Zhang Jian just chuckled sleazily.
I quickly changed the subject and asked him how things were going with the young wife on the second floor. Zhang Jian perked up at this, telling me to be quiet and hide on the corner, then he went to knock on the young wife's door. Her work schedule was either from 8 AM to 3 PM or 3 PM to 8 PM, and her husband worked from 6 AM to 6 PM, so she was alone at that moment.
After a short while, the door opened slightly, and I heard the young wife curse in a low voice, "You're really sick," and then the door shut again.
Then Zhang Jian, holding a bra and panties in his hand, winked at me, who was hiding at the side and boasted, "Feel this. It's still warm." I touched them, and sure enough, they still carried her body heat. They must have been taken off just moments ago.
But by now, I was completely in awe of Zhang Jian's skills, so I wasn't as shocked as before. I even felt that it wouldn't be long before Zhang Jian could get the young woman to wear the underwear he'd ejaculated on without washing it.
Zhang Jian's sleazy tactics towards my mom continued, and the rate he was progressing was much faster than with the young wife. The main reason was my presence. Zhang Jian was quite clever, he noticed that when I was around, my mom always maintained a dignified and gentle motherly image. So, he would make his move during our meals, using his hand to "accidentally" brush against my mom's ass. The house was small and with the furniture, there was barely any room to stand. So opportunities like this were plentiful and my mom never made a sound.
And after I left for classes, he wouldn't stay home either, so even if my mom was angry with him, she had no way to vent it.
Zhang Jian didn't hide it from me and directly told me that he had secretly brushed his hand against my mom's ass.
I wouldn't have noticed anything if he hadn't told me himself, because my mom acted completely normal, and his actions were quite subtle.
I told him not to go too far. Zhang Jian asked me if I wasn't angry.
I didn't say anything, which meant I was tacitly agreeing.
After Zhang Jian told me, I started paying attention to his little actions. It wasn't a big deal, really, he was just rubbing my mom's ass through her pants. And I was afraid my mom would see me secretly glancing at them, so I didn't dare to look too much.
I felt that this was even less stimulating than when he used my mom's underwear to jerk off.
However, my opinion changed during dinner the next day. I had just finished the soup in my bowl, so my mom took it to refill it for me. Zhang Jian immediately followed with his own bowl, and without any hesitation, he pressed a hand right on my mom's butt. My mom was wearing a pair of thin, fitted trousers that hugged her big, round butt. Zhang Jian's fingers seemed to sink right into the flesh of her rear.
Even then, my mom didn't make a sound. She just quickened her pace and turned slightly to avoid Zhang Jian's hand. I also lowered my head to eat my vegetables.