Everything looks set to me. I'm packed, took a bath, and I'm ready to depart. Mom stirs in the room. 'She must be waking up. I hope she doesn't suspect anything. It's been a good hour and a half since I pounded her. Her bottom may be sore, and her cherry stretched a little.' I sat on the couch and pretended nothing had happened. She walks out and stares at me. Her eyes are still watery from waking up.

"Oh honey, why didn't you wake me when you returned? I got your message about your business trip, and I've already packed your suitcase," Mrs. Nishimoto said.

"I didn't want to bother you while you slept. You looked tired," I countered.

She didn't seem to realize what had occurred.

"Well, let me get you a suitcase," she said.

I wanted to tell her I already did that but decided to stay quiet. She returned to the room, and I heard her ready the luggage. Her skirt had a stain on the back of my semen, and it was clear and visible. She walked as if she'd been pounded so hard she was bowlegged. I'd forgotten to button her blouse back up like it was. Her bra was missing on the nightstand, and her tits were hanging almost out. None of that bothers her as she walks back to my room. A few minutes later, she came out with two suitcases for my trip. The bra was back on, but no sign of knowing was on her face.

"You should get your air conditioner checked. I sweated up a storm while I slept. I'm going to take a bath quickly and fix you something to eat," Mrs. Nishimoto stated.

That confirmed my theory. Mom was unaware I'd had sex with her. I look at my watch, and there is still time. Having some of her cooking before she leaves would be great. 'Maybe I can get a glimpse of her showing.' I could never get enough of seeing her naked. I remember my brothers and I would always sneak peeks at her. We'd even watch our sisters take baths too. We got caught and scolded a few times, but never anything too harsh. I heard the water running and made my way over to the bathroom door. Just like when we were growing up, Mom always had the door cracked as she showered or bathed. My sisters were the same way, too. It was always easy to spy on them as they were inside. Having a three-floor house, but just one full bathroom and two half bathrooms. Everyone took baths on the third floor. The perfect spot to watch as our rooms were on the third floor. Our sisters and mother are on the second floor with two half bathrooms. So no one would come up to interrupt as we peeked in on them. It never failed how many times we got caught, far less than when we got away. I could describe Mom's naked body's every detail and my sister's. Like all those other times, I cracked the door enough to see her shower. Mom only takes a bath before bed or in the morning. She habitually took at least two baths throughout the day when she was home. Our sisters picked up that same habit, too. I watched as she started pleasuring herself, a spectacular sight, as I'd seen her do this before. I must have triggered her to have a wet dream, and now she was getting any excess excitement out of her system. She thoroughly enjoyed a fast-paced climax so much that she had a handful more before finishing. 'I wonder if this is how Mrs. Momota is when she is naked. Her body profile is strikingly similar to my Mom's.' To avoid being caught, I quickly return to the couch.