My name is Selina Shun. When I was a teenager my family lived in a bungalow in East Malaysia. My dad was a commercial banker for a local bank. He represented the bank to lend money to local business owners. He was a prominent figure in the town where I grew up. Businessmen would come to his office to apply for loans and he would rub shoulders with wealthy businessmen in the town. The main industry in my town was timber. The timber industry was flourishing at that time.

My mom was a devoted housewife. She was beautiful. She was about 5'5'', petite and graceful. She had a pair of perky breasts and bouncy buttocks. She exercised a lot and strictly controlled her diet to maintain her figure. Being a traditional Chinese woman, she loved to wear a cheongsam, a traditional Chinese dress for women. She had a walk-in closet full of cheongsams, which my dad bought for her. Most of the cheongsams she wore were made of high-quality silk. The dresses were short with high side slits that showed off her long thigh.

My father adored her. He would often buy her gifts and flowers especially when he came back from out-of-town business trips. My mom, on the other hand, would bring a lunch box to my dad and they would both eat together in my dad's office. Sometimes I would follow my mom when she delivered the lunch box to my dad, and I would join my parents for lunch.

Whenever I was at dad's office, I would meet Mr. Wee. Mr. Wee was my dad's boss, and he owned the bank. He would occasionally drop by my dad's office whenever my mom was around to strike up a conversation with them. As I became a teenager, I began to realize Mr. Wee was attracted to my mom. After all, who wouldn’t be. My mom was beautiful. On the street, I would notice men turned their heads to catch a glance at my mom whenever we walked past them.

My father did well in the bank. Every few years he would get a promotion. Of course, with promotion came more responsibilities. He began to travel extensively around the region to meet clients and to oversee several bank branches operations. He began to work long hours. Despite his busy schedule, he still managed to spend time with my mother and with us, especially on Sunday.

When my dad was traveling out of town for several days, Mr. Wee would stop by our home bearing gifts such as bouquets of local fruits or expensive bird nests for my mom. Bird nests soups are known to contain rich collagen which is good for the skin. Women in Asia eat bird nest soups to keep their skin beautiful and silky. Mr. Wee would check on us to make sure we were alright and to see if there were anything we needed while my dad was away from home. My mom would invite him into the house to have afternoon tea. They would chat and occasionally I would hear my mom burst into laughter. I thought Mr. Wee was a funny man for no one had made my mom laugh like that, not even my father.

Sometimes I would accompany my mom to the bank to do some banking transactions whenever my dad was away traveling. Mr. Wee would invite us into his office and they would chat for hours. Occasionally I would fall asleep on the couch in the office while the adults had their conversation. I did notice that Mr. Wee always complimented my mom and made efforts to tell her how beautiful and attractive she was. I would notice my mom's face blushed from all the generous praises from Mr. Wee.

When my dad was back from a business trip, they would always make love on the night my father returned home. My bedroom was adjacent to my parents’ bedroom and we shared the same balcony. Whenever they made love, I would go out to the balcony and peek into the master bedroom to watch my parents make love. They would embrace each other on the bed, and then start to undress and foreplay. My dad was endowed with an above average manhood. My mother, on the other hand, had the perfect hourglass figure. Their typical love making routine would begin with my mom giving my dad a blowjob. Then my dad would return the favor by giving my mom cunnilingus while inserting his middle finger into her pussy. My mom would lay back, enjoying the process while caressing her breasts. She would arch back a little when she was about to squirt. After that my dad would start to make love to my mom in variety of positions. In the end both would come in the missionary position. They would embrace each other again before one of them would leave the bed to go to the bathroom.

In fact, my mom knew I might be watching them from the window. She left the curtain open a bit so I could peek into the room from the outside. It started when I first had my period. She showed me how to put on the sanitary towel in my panties and she proceeded to educate me on the art of sex. I was a bit embarrassed but at the same time I was curious. I guessed eventually the curiosity overwhelmed my embarrassment. When I asked her about sexual intercourse between men and women, she went to her closet and took out a dildo shaped like a penis. I was shocked to see the dildo. And more importantly shocked knowing my mom had one. She sat down on the bed, hiked up her skirt and lowered her panties to the floor. She kicked away the panties and opened her legs wide. She completely shaved her pussy. I could see her vulva and she showed me the clitoris. She lubricated the dildo and inserted it into her pussy. I was a little embarrassed, but I was excited and astonished. While she was playing with her dildo, she told me that she showed this because she wanted me to know that sexual intercourse was supposed to be enjoyable and empowering for the women. Since then, the word “empowering” and "sexual intercourse" were forever interlinked in my mind.

My mom said that if I wanted to see the real sexual intercourse, I could peek at her from the window to watch her make love with my dad. She said she would open the curtain slightly so I could peek. On the night my parents had intercourse I peeked into the room. I found my mom lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. My dad was giving her cunnilingus. She looked at the window and saw me peeking at her. She smiled at me, arched back and moaned to show me how pleasurable it was. Then she asked my dad to make love to her in a missionary position. As my dad penetrated her, she occasionally looked sideways towards the window where I stood to see if I was still watching. She smiled at me and moaned. In the doggy style position, every movement where my dad thrusted his hips forward, she moaned with pleasure. My mom was quite an exhibitionist.

Tragedy struck my family when my dad had a stroke. He was half paralyzed. He spent 6 months in the hospital. He went through intensive care and then physiotherapy to improve his physical movement. Recovery was slow.

Mr. Wee was kind enough to pay for my dad's salary for the next 6 months while he was in the hospital. During that time Mr. Wee would come to pick us up to see my dad in the hospital. He would take us back home and as a courtesy my mom would invite him into the house for an afternoon tea. As usual they would chat, and I could always hear my mom burst into laughter. I could see they had gotten quite close but Mr. Wee would always keep a physical distance from my mom when I was around.

After the 6 months had passed, our savings dried up. My dad could not work, and my mom had to take up the slack. Mr. Wee offered my mom a job as his personal assistant and my mom happily accepted. The pay was decent and more than enough to cover basic family expenses. We hired a part time maid to help out with the housework.

My mom worked from 9am to 6pm. She always wore her cheongsam to work. Sometimes, I noticed she would wear a cheongsam to work, and she would come home late especially on Thursday, Friday or Saturday night in a different cheongsam with a high side slit or a revealing evening gown. I was told that part of her responsibility was to organize parties for family members and clients, dinner events, and fund-raising events for charity. She had to be by Mr. Wee's side and escorted him when he attended the events.

Sometimes I noticed partially ripped panties and bras in her dirty laundry. Occasionally, I would notice she would wear a bra underneath her cheongsam when she went to work and came back with the same cheongsam without the bra underneath. Sometimes, she would come home tipsy and several times she was totally drunk. She would lose her balance, fall on the floor and I could see she was not wearing her panties. I did wonder if her responsibilities were more than what she had told me.

Since my dad's accident, my dad has been in a wheelchair, and he slept in a room downstairs. My mom would sleep with him. However, whenever she was drunk or came back from parties late at night, she would go to sleep alone in the master bedroom upstairs.

One night, she came home late. I was still awake, and I heard the door opened. My dad was asleep downstairs in his room. I heard a man's voice. I slowly opened my bedroom door. I saw Mr. Wee and my mom. My mom was drunk. She could not balance herself. Mr. Wee tried to carry her but she pushed him away. She lost her balance, but he grabbed her waist to prevent her from falling onto the floor. I saw him tried to kiss my mom on the neck and grope her breasts. She pushed him away. He then grabbed my mom and carried her to her bedroom. I quickly dashed out to the balcony and peeked into the master bedroom.

In the bedroom, Mr. Wee threw my mom on the bed. My mom pleaded, “No, no, Mr Wee, not here. Not now.” He sat at the edge of the bed and glanced at my mom. She was lying on her back flat on the bed. The hem of her dress was up to her upper thigh and from the window I could see her panties. Mr. Wee looked at her panties and placed his hand on her thigh. He caressed her thigh, then her inner thigh and slowly worked his hand up toward her panties. My mom, though she was drunk, was still aware of what was going on. She clamped both her thighs tight together with his hand in between her legs to stop his advance. My mom pleaded again, “Please no. Don't do it here. It is not right. My husband is downstairs, and my daughter is in the next room. We can do it some other day. Just not tonight and not here. I promise to be a good girl." He did not say anything. He leaned forward, kissed her on her cheek and then slowly to her neck while his right hand was wedged in between her inner thighs. She did not push him away, but I noticed her reluctance from her body language as she tried to turn away from him. He was relentless. He wanted to kiss, hug and touch her. He unzipped her dress on the side. He placed his hand into her dress and fondled her breasts. I could see she was not wearing her bra. Earlier in the day, as I saw her dressed up getting ready to work, she did wear her bras. I wondered why she took it off. She begged Mr. Wee and asked him to stop. But I could see her body language started to suggest otherwise. She did not make any attempt to stop Mr. Wee. She started to open her legs and let Mr. Wee have his way with his hand on her thigh. He worked his hand up from her thigh toward her pussy. He pulled down her panties as she lifted up her hips for her panties to slip down to her ankles. She kicked her panties away. I could see my mom's pussy was shaved. Mr. Wee placed his fingers on my mom's pussy and started to finger her clitoris. She bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning. Finally, she arched her back and released her moan. Then, he placed his middle and index fingers inside her and continued to finger-fuck her pussy. She pleaded, “No this has to stop. My husband and daughter are home. They cannot see me doing this. This is wrong." But she could have pushed Mr. Wee hand away, but she did not. Mr. Wee ignored her plea and continued to finger her. She moaned from her heavy breathing. Suddenly she screamed, “I am coming. Don't stop. I am about to come!" Mr. Wee increased his pace and finally she squirted.

Mr. Wee stood up, unzipped his pants and took out his erect member. My mom sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke his manhood with admiration. Mr. Wee had a larger circumference and longer manhood than my dad. Then she slowly licked and kissed his mushroom head before she opened her mouth wide and took in the full length of his member into her mouth. While she looked up at Mr. Wee as she squatted on the floor with her legs wide opened, she started to suck and slurp on his member. Occasionally, she swallowed the member deep into her throat, held there for several seconds before she took the member out and gasped for air. She stroked the member, while she took a few deep breaths to regain herself. Several times, as my mom took the member deep into her throat, Mr. Wee would hold my mom's head still as he thrusted his member into my mom's throat until she choked.

Then he instructed my mom to climb on the bed on all fours. She submissively obeyed. She still had her dress on but her side zip was open revealing her hanging breasts. Mr. Wee hiked up her skirt to her waist, spanked her butt cheek and started to penetrate her from behind in a doggy style, initially in slow and gentle motion before he increased his pace. My mom started to moan with pleasure. She did not seem to care if I could hear her from the next room. She probably knew I was peeking from the window, but she made no attempt to look toward the window to see if I was there peeking at her.

After several minutes, Mr. Wee flipped her over with her back on the bed. He ripped off my mother's clothes from the side zip revealing her bare-naked body. He knelt on the bed looking down at my mom, admiring her naked body. My mom felt ashamed, and she covered her breasts with her arm. He grabbed my mom's legs, opened her legs wide, leaned forward in between her legs and kissed my mom on her cheek, then down to her neck and her shoulder before he started to suck her breasts. I heard her moaned again. Mr. Wee continued to foreplay with her until she had to beg Mr. Wee for his cock. Initially she pleaded for Mr. Wee to stop, and now she begged for his cock inside her. He ignored her and worked his tongue down to her pussy. My mom moaned with pleasure. With Mr. Wee’s face buried in her pussy, she cupped and fondled her breasts while he assaulted her clitoris with his tongue. She moaned louder. She begged him for his cock.

Finally, he knelt on the bed and pulled her lower body toward him. He spanked his member on her clitoris. She moaned again and again and eventually squirted as he continued to spank her pussy with his manhood. Her juice sprinkled onto his abdomen and belly. He positioned his member on her pussy and leaned forward as he thrust his member into her wet pussy.

My mom screamed with pleasure! He continued to fuck her in the missionary position. He started slowly and eventually gathered pace. Her legs opened wide in the air so he could penetrate the full length of his member into her. Then, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to thrust into her while he kissed her cheek and licked her earlobe.

For the next 30 minutes or so, he dictated the positions. He flipped her around on the bed and fucked her in various positions. It was intense. Mr. Wee was strong and full of stamina. I had never seen such intense sex. With my dad the love making session was slow and easy with tender loving care. But with Mr. Wee he was rough and full of action. I could see my mom’s growing excitement.

Eventually she mounted on him and rode him like a stallion before he growled as he shot a load of cum into her. She collapsed on him and rested on his body for several minutes before she turned and laid next to him. She looked at the window and she saw me outside the window peek at her. She smiled with satisfaction and then she fell asleep. Mr. Wee gathered himself and quietly left...