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Chapter 35 – Fallen Mother
The living room was brightly lit.
Mom lay on the sofa, gasping for breath. Her beautiful face was bare of makeup, glistening with sweat, and her pale, jade-like neck was flushed red. Her full, ample breasts heaved violently with each breath.
Her long, round legs were spread wide, and within her glistening, inviting entrance, white, cloudy semen was visible. Uncle Qi knelt on the floor, also breathing heavily, staring at the incredible sight before him with disbelief in his eyes.
For Uncle Qi, this was something he had never dared to imagine, and yet now it had happened.
And it was even a creampie.
How could Uncle Qi not be shocked?
Seeing his dumbfounded expression through the phone screen, I felt a wave of distaste. Because now, aside from Zhong Niu, another man had entered Mom's body.
I couldn't help but think of Dad, whom I'd seen earlier that evening. If he knew about this, what would his expression be? Unlike with Zhong Niu, Dad had actually met Uncle Qi.
Dad would never have guessed that this honest, plain man in his forties would one day conquer mature, alluring Mom, thrusting into her with all his might, wave after wave of pleasure.
My crotch was wet, soaked with semen. Now that the heat had faded, it felt cold and clammy but at least no one was around to see.
If I went back now and Mom saw, I'd be in trouble.
So I decided not to go back, at least not until Uncle Qi left.
In the living room, the two of them were silent. Suddenly, Uncle Qi stood up, moved a little farther away, then knelt down again and began kowtowing to Mom.
As he bowed, he kept saying, "I'm sorry, Vice Mayor Su, I'm sorry… I was wrong… I didn't mean it…"
Mom said nothing. She pulled a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wiped away the semen that was leaking from her, then put her underwear back on and stood up, tidying herself.
There was still a faint blush on her cheeks. Uncle Qi continued kowtowing for a while until he could no longer keep it up, but he remained kneeling on the floor.
Mom looked at him coldly, her voice neither warm nor cold: "Get up."
Uncle Qi raised his head, hesitating as he looked at her.
Mom crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at Uncle Qi kneeling on the floor. "This isn't entirely your fault. Get up. If you don't, don't blame me for being rude."
Hearing this, Uncle Qi quickly got to his feet.
But he hadn't put his pants back on, so his thick, heavy member was hanging right in front of Mom.
Normally, with Mom's personality, she would never tolerate such a sight, but she didn't get angry. She just said, "Put your pants on, then get out."
With that, she turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Uncle Qi silently put his pants back on. Seeing the mess on the sofa the battlefield of their earlier passion he hesitated, then decided to clean up.
When Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw Uncle Qi crouched, cleaning up, looking very serious and careful. When he noticed Mom in her bath towel, he was stunned by her beauty, then quickly lowered his head, as if afraid she'd misunderstand.
"Vice Mayor Su, I… I'll leave after I finish cleaning," Uncle Qi said, lacking confidence, afraid Mom would be angry.
Seeing him like this, Mom said, "Alright."
Uncle Qi's face lit up, and he worked even harder.
Maybe for Uncle Qi, the fact that Mom wasn't angry was the greatest blessing. But for me, it was torture. I had to stay outside, being bitten by mosquitoes, suffering miserably.
Uncle Qi took quite a while to finish cleaning. Mom stood there the whole time, watching him. Once he finished, he stood up, a little awkward, nothing like the bold and fierce man he'd been during their earlier encounter.
He had to be this way. After all, earlier he'd forced himself on her, and Mom hadn't been able to resist. But now, with both of them back to themselves, Mom's aura was powerful as ever, like an iceberg. Uncle Qi knew how formidable she could be. He wouldn't dare try anything bold now if Mom got angry, he'd be in serious trouble.
Not to mention the difference in their status. Mom was a vice mayor; if she wanted revenge, she could easily ruin Uncle Qi with her power.
So Uncle Qi had to be extremely careful.
He even spoke softly, almost like a timid daughter-in-law: "Are… are you hungry?"
Mom glanced at him, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. "What, you're hungry? Want to fill up and then come back for another round?"
Uncle Qi quickly waved his hands. "No, no, you misunderstand, I didn't mean that at all."
"Then what did you mean?"
"I just… wanted to make something for you. Of course, if you're not hungry, I'll leave right away."
He was completely sincere he just wanted to please Mom, not dare offend her in the slightest.
When desire comes, a man is a hero; when it fades, he's a coward.
Mom looked at him again, said nothing, then walked over to the sofa and sat down. She didn't care if Uncle Qi was nearby. She crossed one long, slender leg over the other, revealing the beautiful curves of her snowy white legs, the fullness where thigh met hip on full display.
Uncle Qi swallowed hard.
Even after climax, a man's desire returns after a while, especially with Mom sitting there in a bath towel, her slender, bony shoulders exposed, her full breasts peeking out at the neckline, her skin white as snow, and those long, straight, shapely legs.
Everything about her was an aphrodisiac, tempting Uncle Qi.
But Mom seemed to sense something. She suddenly turned her head, her gaze cold as she looked at Uncle Qi.
He quickly averted his gaze, smiling awkwardly.
"Go make something. I'm hungry," Mom said.
Uncle Qi was a bit stunned. He'd thought Mom would scold him, but instead she just told him to cook. She even said she was hungry.
He was surprised but delighted, and hurried to the kitchen.
This was misery for me, still stuck outside, unable to go back. Mom didn't seem to remember me at all she just turned on the TV, not planning to call me back.
Mom watched TV, Uncle Qi cooked, and I fed the mosquitoes outside, full of bitterness.
Soon, Uncle Qi finished a bowl of noodles, set it on the table, then went to Mom's side, bowing respectfully. "Um… Vice Mayor Su, the noodles are ready."
His gaze lingered on Mom's full chest, remembering how he'd kneaded those breasts with both hands, a special feeling rising in his heart.
"Like what you see?" Mom suddenly asked coldly.
Uncle Qi was stunned, then grinned. "I do. I could look at you for a lifetime and never get tired."
Mom said, "Want to look for a lifetime?"
Now Uncle Qi was truly stunned.
Not just him even I, watching through the phone, was frozen.
A lifetime?
What did she mean?
Uncle Qi asked cautiously, "Vice Mayor Su, are you joking?"
Mom replied icily, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Then… you mean…"
"How long has it been since your wife passed away?" Mom's question jumped topics.
"Over ten years." Uncle Qi was confused, not sure what she meant.
"Ever thought about marrying again?"
"I have. That's why I went to that restaurant tonight for a blind date. If it weren't for you, I'd have been so embarrassed." Uncle Qi was embarrassed.
Mom sat at the table, then suddenly beckoned to Uncle Qi. He didn't understand, but went over.
She reached out, grabbed his collar, and asked, "Want to marry me?"
Uncle Qi was completely dumbfounded. He was stunned by her question.
Not just him even I was shocked.
Who would have thought that such a proud, cold beauty would ask such a question, so direct and deep, leaving honest Uncle Qi no room to maneuver, his mind going blank.
He swallowed, staring at Mom, eyes wide with disbelief. After a long while, he stammered, "Vice Mayor Su, are… you joking?"
Mom sneered. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Uncle Qi was speechless.
Mom grew impatient and pushed him away.
Only then did Uncle Qi come to his senses, nodding like a pecking chick. "Yes! I do! I'd marry you a thousand, ten thousand times!"
But Mom said, "Too late."
With that, she got up and went to the table to eat. Uncle Qi stood there, full of regret, maybe cursing himself for not answering right away. Now it was too late.
His joy turned to dejection. He watched Mom eat, wanting to say something, but Mom's authority kept him silent, making the scene almost comical.
Mom really was hungry she quickly finished the noodles, even drinking the soup.
After eating, she pushed the bowl away. Uncle Qi hurried over, picked up the bowl with both hands, and said, "I'll wash it, I'll wash it."
Mom shot him a sideways glance but said nothing, letting him wash up.
She went back to the sofa, crossed her legs, and continued watching TV.
Watching all this through the surveillance, I felt miserable. Summer nights meant too many mosquitoes, buzzing in my ears and biting me all over. I cursed Uncle Qi he'd already had his fill, why wouldn't he leave?
After washing the bowl, Uncle Qi came out of the kitchen and stood beside Mom, looking eager to please.
"Why are you just standing there? Go home," Mom said.
"Okay, okay…"
Uncle Qi knew he couldn't stay any longer. Even though he'd already tasted her, this beauty was truly dangerous one wrong move and he'd be ruined. Mom had too many ways to deal with him.
He hurriedly left, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief I didn't have to stay outside feeding mosquitoes any longer.
But going back right away would arouse suspicion, so I waited another ten minutes.
As for my excuse for coming home late, I decided to say I'd stopped to watch a car accident.
When I got home, Mom was watching TV in a bathrobe. She glanced at me, then back at the TV, saying, "Come here!"
I hung my head and walked over, but couldn't help glancing at the sofa.
It was on this sofa that Uncle Qi, that honest middle-aged man, had pinned Mom down and taken her, a memory I couldn't forget. I even felt the lingering scent of sex in the living room, drifting into my nose.
"Stand up straight!" Mom suddenly barked.
I quickly straightened, nervous was she about to settle accounts with me?
"Why are you back so late?" Mom stared into my eyes, as if trying to see through me.
I quickly gave the excuse I'd prepared, not blushing or skipping a beat, but Mom saw through it and scolded me. I tried another excuse about meeting a scammer on the road, but she kept questioning me.
Finally, I plucked up my courage and said, "I… I just wanted to give you and Uncle Qi some space!"
Mom was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"I think Uncle Qi really likes you, so I wanted to give him a chance. I stayed outside until he left before coming up."
I hung my head, speaking softly and carefully.
This time, there was nothing wrong with my answer it was the truth.
My words left Mom surprised. The atmosphere between us grew heavy, and after a long silence, she sighed, patted the sofa, and said, "Fan Fan, come here."
She beckoned me over.
I sat beside her as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her embrace.
So close, I could smell the milky scent of her chest and feel the size and softness of her full breasts, the snowy flesh filling my gaze, my heart racing.
Then Mom spoke again: "Fan Fan, would you like to have a new dad?"
I was stunned, but quickly understood what she meant. I hesitated, then said, "I'm already grown up. As long as you're happy, I don't mind. As long as you're happy, I'll support whatever you decide."
Mom didn't believe me. "Really?"
I nodded. "Of course."
"What do you think of Secretary Qi?"
"He's… not bad." I thought about it. I really did think well of Uncle Qi he was honest, hardworking, and had been single for over a decade, steadfast in his feelings.
Most importantly, he truly cared for Mom, willing to wait for her.
I said, "Anyway, I support your decision. If you think it's right, I have no objections."
Mom nodded, patted my head, and smiled. "Good, I know now. It's late, go to bed."
I went back to my room, while Mom stayed in the living room watching TV.
Back in my room, my feelings were complicated. On one hand, I didn't want Mom to be with another man I felt jealous. On the other, I wanted her to be happy, to seek her own freedom.
Everyone deserves happiness, even a stunning ice queen like Mom.
Since divorcing Dad, Mom had always been alone. She never said anything, but I knew she longed for happiness deep down.
Ever since Zhong Niu appeared, our family had been in chaos, and I'd had to share Mom's love.
But now that Zhong Niu was gone, I was happy.
Then Uncle Qi appeared. I thought, with him by Mom's side, she wouldn't feel lonely.
Though thinking of him taking her made me jealous.
Thinking these thoughts, I fell asleep.
Maybe I was too tired I slept until noon. Mom didn't wake me; she was probably at work.
After washing up, I grabbed a quick meal at a noodle shop outside the complex, then planned to call Mom.
Just then, a car pulled up outside. A man got out it was Dad!
He saw me, smiled, and came over to sit across from me.
I glanced at his car, and he guessed what I was thinking. "Your Aunt Zhao didn't come, it's just me."
I nodded, not sure what to say to this unfamiliar father.
But just sitting there in silence wasn't good, so I asked what I most wanted to know.
"Dad, why did you and Mom divorce?"
He looked surprised, clearly not expecting such a direct question. He glanced around no one nearby.
For him, it wasn't a heavy topic, just a little awkward.
He leaned in, a little embarrassed. "You really want to know?"
I nodded seriously.
He sighed, lowered his voice, and said, "It's not really a secret."
He smiled. "My body wasn't up to it."
I was stunned, worried. "Dad, what's wrong with your body? Is it an illness? You can tell me I'm your son. If you're sick, you shouldn't hide it."
I thought he had some serious illness. Though we were distant, he was still my father I was naturally concerned.
But seeing my worry, Dad just smiled, though there was a hint of bitterness.
He patted my head. "Don't worry, Fan Fan, it's not a deadly illness."
I was confused. "Then what is it?"
He thought for a moment. "Too many people here. Let's talk in the car."
He paid for my noodles, and we went to his car.
He didn't speak right away, but started the engine and drove off.
Once we were on the road, he opened the window, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, then said, "Fan Fan, my body wasn't up to it not a fatal illness, not some disease, but… I mean in the bedroom. You know what that means, right?"
I wasn't naïve I understood.
But I hadn't expected him to say it so calmly.
Nor had I expected that to be the reason for their divorce.
Just that?
No, impossible.
If it was just that, Mom wouldn't have divorced him. That wasn't her style, and sex wasn't everything to her.
So there had to be more.
Dad looked at me, as if reading my mind. "You think it wasn't just that, right?"
"Yeah." I nodded firmly.
He smiled again. In my memory, Dad was always gentle, even about his own private matters. No shouting, no rage, just calm.
He said softly, "It's really not that complicated. Your mom just thought I was useless, that's all."
"Useless?"
"Yeah, useless."
He drove, watching the traffic. "Back then, I wasn't rich. I was educated, but hadn't made money. I stayed home, working on a plan I wanted to surprise your mom, so I didn't tell her. But she couldn't stand it, and one night, handed me divorce papers."
I was about to speak, but he gestured for me to wait.
He continued, "It's not your mom's fault. I was too focused on my plan, and I neglected her. I was young and proud, and with you on the way, I felt a lot of pressure. I wanted to give you the best school, clothes, food. Your mom wanted that too. So, divorce was partly for that."
I thought for a moment. "But Mom was a county official then shouldn't have been poor."
Dad smiled bitterly. "I mean, compared to what we wanted. It was just a trigger. And my body… well, you know."
Now I understood. Dad had been focused on his plan, neglected Mom, and with his issues in the bedroom, their marriage lost its spark.
Even though Mom was an ice queen, who knows what she felt inside?
She was human, with her own rights and freedom.
And Dad couldn't force her to stay with him, not when he couldn't meet her needs. After all, people have desires.
The car filled with the scent of Dad's smoke. I asked, "Dad, can I have one?"
"Sure."
He didn't react like other fathers, just handed me a cigarette. I lit it with the car's lighter.
I didn't know how to smoke, and after two puffs, I coughed, but Dad just smiled.
I didn't throw it away, just kept smoking, my mind a mess.
I wondered if I should tell him about Mom and Uncle Qi.
After a long hesitation, I decided to keep it to myself.
After all, nothing was certain yet, and telling him would only worry him.
I had to respect Mom's choice.
After that, the atmosphere in the car was calm. Dad turned on the radio, playing a gentle, exotic guitar tune.
Soon, Dad took me to a big mall and bought me all sorts of things.
Now, Dad was a company chairman, a real tycoon. He could afford anything I wanted.
Mom always limited me from buying expensive things, so I didn't hold back.
After shopping all afternoon, Dad drove me home.
When we got to the building, I was about to go in when Dad called out.
I turned.
He said, "Tell your mom I'm sorry. That's all."
I nodded.
"And… in the future, all my assets will go to you."
I didn't know how much he meant, or what he really intended. As a kid, I didn't think much of it.
That night, Mom came home. I told her what Dad had said. She said nothing, but later I saw her in her room, wiping away tears.
After that, Dad never appeared in my life again.
A month of summer vacation passed in a blink.
A lot happened that month. I didn't think about Zhong Niu anymore. At the end of the month, Mom brought Uncle Qi home.
They came back together, Uncle Qi in a suit, looking sharp, but his honest, plain air couldn't be hidden.
What surprised me was that Mom wasn't in her usual office attire, but dressed differently.
Her hair wasn't tied up, but cascaded over her shoulders. Her face was fresh, no makeup, her beauty like frost. Below her jade neck, her collarbones were sexy, her skin white as snow, and the V-neck dress revealed the curves of her full, proud breasts.
She wore a pure white fitted dress, outlining her tall, full figure, every curve perfect.
Her round, perky bottom was outlined by the tight skirt, the curves clear, and below the hem, her long, sexy legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, making her skin glow.
On her feet were white crocodile platform heels, the straps tied at her ankles, adding to her allure.
Mom was radiant and alluring, her figure tall and full, every movement unconsciously seductive.
I was stunned, staring at her she was simply too beautiful, cold and proud, the kind of woman every man wanted to conquer.
But Mom didn't notice my gaze. She looked at Uncle Qi and said, "Don't leave the bags there, take them to the kitchen."
Uncle Qi was about to set the bags down, but quickly picked them up and went to the kitchen.
Then Mom looked at me, frowning. "Look at what you're wearing. Go change."
I was dressed casually, sweaty from the summer heat. But I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, you and Uncle Qi…"
"Guess," she replied.
I was speechless.
I went to change.
When I came out, the living room was empty. I heard Mom and Uncle Qi in the kitchen.
I went to the kitchen and saw Mom busy. Uncle Qi smiled at me. "Hungry? Dinner will be ready soon."
Seeing his genuine happiness, I guessed their relationship. I just didn't expect that in just a few days, they'd be together.
And even more surprising, Mom so proud and cold had accepted Uncle Qi's love.
Honestly, Uncle Qi couldn't compare to Dad in looks, body, or status. The only thing he had over Dad was his natural endowment. Maybe that was his only advantage.
Mom was squatting, picking vegetables. Uncle Qi, in an apron, couldn't help but stare at her round, perky bottom, wrapped tight in her skirt, like a perfect peach.
But he quickly remembered I was there, and turned away. "Let me do that."
Mom turned, giving him a look that made him nervous. "Fine, you do it."
Then she looked at me. "Go do your own thing. I'll call you for dinner."
I left the kitchen and sat in the living room, unable to forget the way Uncle Qi looked at Mom's bottom amazed, hungry, full of longing and desire.
I turned on the TV but couldn't focus. I glanced at the kitchen, then went to my room.
I locked the door, turned on my computer, and opened the surveillance.
With headphones on, my heart raced as the kitchen scene appeared.
Mom and Uncle Qi were cooking. Uncle Qi, in an apron, was like a housewife cutting, chopping, focused on every detail. Now and then, he glanced at Mom.
Mom finished picking vegetables and went to wash them. Standing at the sink, she bent over slightly, her perky bottom even more pronounced, the curves in her tight skirt irresistible. Her long, white legs were straight and round in the stockings, her thighs full but not fat, just right.
Her white dress hugged her body, her figure like snow. Uncle Qi kept sneaking glances, and eventually stopped working, just staring at her, a look of satisfaction on his face.
I could imagine what he felt he knew the gap between them. He was just her secretary; she was a vice mayor. The difference was huge.
In education, looks, family he was below her in every way.
Even the woman he'd been set up with on a blind date didn't want him, let alone a beauty like Mom.
So to win her favor was a blessing from a past life.
I guessed he felt not just satisfied, but proud. I was jealous, but there was nothing I could do just hope he'd treat Mom well.
Uncle Qi stopped working, just staring at Mom, lost in her beauty, swallowing hard, eyes shining.
Suddenly, he put down the knife, walked up behind her, wiped his hands on his apron, and, while Mom wasn't paying attention, reached around and grabbed her full breasts.
Mom was startled, then scolded, "Old Qi, what are you doing? I'm washing vegetables."
Uncle Qi's hands kneaded her breasts, squeezing and rubbing. Mom's V-neck dress revealed her cleavage, her purple bra peeking out, the deep valley of her breasts white and tempting.
Uncle Qi pressed his body against her back, his crotch against her perky bottom. His pants were tented, his erection pressed between her cheeks.
Mom rose on tiptoe, unable to wash vegetables, her body leaning forward, her bottom arching back, giving Uncle Qi even more encouragement.
Uncle Qi didn't answer, just kept fondling her breasts. Mom suddenly moaned, slapped her hand on the wall for support.
Her other hand tried to stop him, scolding, "Stop it, Old Qi, Fan Fan is home, he might hear…"
Uncle Qi, panting, said, "He's watching TV, he can't hear us if we're quiet."
Mom's face darkened. "Old Qi, don't go too far."
Uncle Qi stopped.
Mom took the chance to push him away. By the time he recovered, it was too late.
"Old Qi, do you want to force me? Did you forget what I told you?"
"No, Vice Mayor Su…"
"Hmm?"
"Zihan, it's just that you're too tempting in this outfit, I… I can't help it," Uncle Qi said helplessly.
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