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Chapter 36 – Fallen Mother
Uncle Qi looked desperate and impatient not faking it, but truly overwhelmed by how irresistible Mom was at that moment. She wore a blue fitted dress, her figure voluptuous and tall, slender and graceful yet firm and strong no man could resist.
Her neckline was a deep V, two snowy, full breasts swelling as if they would burst from her dress, the cleavage deep. Her round, perky hips were wrapped in that tight skirt, arching up even without bending, enough to set Uncle Qi on fire.
Yet, even as Uncle Qi couldn't hold back, Mom still refused him, coldly saying, "Get out of the kitchen. Go out yourself."
Uncle Qi's face turned pale, and he quickly waved his hands, shaking his head. "I don't dare, I don't dare, I… I won't do it again…"
Faced with the choice between lust and becoming Mom's husband, Uncle Qi immediately chose the latter, without hesitation.
The former is a moment's pleasure; the latter is pleasure for a lifetime. Any man with sense would know which to pick. Uncle Qi, honest as he was, still knew how to choose in this matter.
Still, Uncle Qi felt his crotch was unbearably tight, the tip of his penis rubbing against his pants, both pleasurable and uncomfortable, making him frown. Mom saw this and snorted coldly, "See if you dare mess around again. Go cool yourself off and get back to cooking!"
Hearing this, Uncle Qi breathed a sigh of relief Mom wasn't angry, which felt like a pardon from above.
Watching this through the surveillance, I felt both relief and disappointment: relieved Mom hadn't given in to Uncle Qi in the kitchen, disappointed the show was over. My own erection had just started and now was left unsatisfied.
Helpless, I opened a video on my computer and took care of myself.
I didn't last long, finishing quickly. They hadn't called me for dinner yet, so I browsed the web. A news story caught my eye: there'd been a prison break in Rongcheng, three men robbers, rapists, all sorts. The police released their photos, offering a reward. I looked for a while, but figured it had nothing to do with me and didn't care.
About half an hour later, someone knocked on my bedroom door. Uncle Qi's voice came from outside: "Xiao Fan, dinner's ready."
I replied, shut my computer, and opened the door. Uncle Qi stood there in an apron, looking very much the housewife.
"Xiao Fan, dinner's ready," he said kindly, smiling.
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Qi."
I walked with him to the living room.
Mom was serving rice. When she saw us, she said, "Go wash your hands."
She meant me. I quickly washed up and came out to find Mom and Uncle Qi already seated together.
The table was small and rectangular, Mom and Uncle Qi on one side, a bowl set at the opposite seat for me. I sat down across from them.
The table was full of dishes, very plentiful. I glanced at them and asked, "So much, can we finish it all?"
Uncle Qi said, "It's fine, whatever we don't finish, we'll save for next time."
He looked at Mom and smiled, "Isn't that right?"
"If you dare throw any out, just try it," Mom replied.
Uncle Qi relaxed, clearly knowing Mom wasn't one to waste food. If he really dared throw any away, she'd never let him off.
He was starting to understand Mom's temper crossing the line was something he'd never dare.
We began eating.
I didn't have much appetite, seeing Mom and Uncle Qi sitting together, no longer avoiding me, sitting close. Sitting across from them, I felt lonely and left out. It was a hard feeling to bear.
I pretended not to see, and couldn't say anything. As long as Mom was happy, I had no right to interfere. Like I always said, Mom was a woman too she had the right to pursue her own happiness.
Even though I loved Mom from the bottom of my heart, even had unspeakable thoughts about her, I still respected her choice. No matter how unhappy I was inside, I respected her, because she was the mother I loved most. If she wanted it, I could accept anything.
I ate without looking up, only occasionally glancing at the two of them out of the corner of my eye.
The difference in their looks was obvious. Uncle Qi wasn't handsome, honest and plain, with rough, dark skin, looking like a farmer. He smiled, occasionally sneaking peeks at Mom's beautiful, icy profile, his lips curling into a smile, lost in thought.
To have a woman like Mom an ice queen, almost a city leader, proud and untouchable, unconquerable by anyone yet he'd become her man. How could Uncle Qi not feel proud?
If I were him, I'd be overjoyed. I could only hope he'd treat Mom well. After all, Mom had been divorced for so long. She didn't need a man to take care of her, but she did need a companion, someone to comfort her lonely heart.
I ate in silence, the atmosphere at the table a bit cold. Mom picked up the remote and turned on the TV, finally bringing some sound to the room.
Then Mom asked if I'd finished my homework. I froze this month I'd just played, never thinking about homework.
I was silent, not daring to answer. Mom saw right through me and said, "You're not allowed to go anywhere until you finish your homework!"
My face fell. "Mom…"
Mom ignored my look. "You're a student, you should focus on your studies! No bargaining, or else!"
I didn't dare say more. I knew when it came to studying, Mom wouldn't give me any leeway.
Just then, Uncle Qi spoke up: "Um… don't be too strict. Just do a bit each day, as long as it's done before school starts…" He looked at me. "Xiao Fan, can you do that?"
I nodded, thinking Uncle Qi was pretty decent for speaking up for me.
After he spoke, Mom's expression softened a little.
Dinner ended, and Uncle Qi got up to clear the table. Mom didn't stop him, but stood and told me to come to her room.
I followed her, head down.
Mom's bedroom was cool-toned, but I noticed a wedding photo on the wall above the bed a photo of Mom and Dad when they were young. Mom still looked a bit innocent, but her beauty shone through. Dad was handsome and upright, the two of them smiling together a perfect match.
But that perfect match had split up.
Mom noticed my gaze, and though she'd planned to scold me, she sighed and said, "Sit down."
I sat on a chair, nervous, stealing glances at Mom.
She wore a pure blue fitted dress, her curves full and alluring, her aura mature and cold, like an iceberg irresistible, her tall, slender figure beautiful even sitting on the bed. The dress had ridden up a little, revealing snowy, glossy thighs, round and firm, her legs in black stockings adding a cold allure.
She habitually crossed her legs, back straight, her full chest rising under the tight fabric, the curves clear, the roundness obvious.
The room was very quiet, growing more so, making me uneasy, unsure what Mom wanted to say. I was scared, looked away, head down, not daring to look at her.
But the more nervous I got, the more images of Mom naked flashed in my mind, making my heart race, my penis harden. I pressed my legs together, trying to hide it from Mom.
"Fan Fan," Mom suddenly said.
"Yes," I answered quickly.
"Do you have something on your mind you can't tell me anymore?"
I froze, then bravely looked up and met her eyes.
Before, Mom was always cold and strict, but I'd always talked to her about everything, because I knew she loved me most I was her own flesh and blood. Back then, we talked about everything.
But now, things had changed. I'd become more reserved, keeping many things to myself.
But I knew if Mom ever learned what was in my heart, no matter how calm she was, she'd explode. I couldn't bear the consequences too frightening. I could only keep it hidden.
It was hard.
These things only I knew. Only I could know.
I took a deep breath, carefully choosing my words. "A lot has happened lately."
That was all I said.
But I think Mom understood.
When she heard that, her beautiful, icy face froze for a moment she understood. So much had happened, starting with Zhong Niu, ending with him, and now Uncle Qi had joined our family. We'd been through so much things none of us could have imagined.
Nothing could go back.
Everything had changed.
Mom stood, her graceful body moving closer. She knelt beside me, then hugged me, gently patting my back.
"No matter what, you'll always be my good son. In my heart, you'll always be the only one."
Her voice was low, full of unshakable certainty. My heart stirred, and I hugged her back.
Breathing in her intoxicating scent, I couldn't help kissing her cheek. She didn't react, so emboldened, I kissed her lips.
Her lips were luscious, moist and smooth, like a ripe peach sweet and fragrant. I was instantly lost, never expecting I'd get to kiss her soft lips. My heart pounded, and I was lost in the sensation, unable to pull away.
A fire blazed in my belly, my erection iron-hard, desperate. Seeing Mom didn't resist, I couldn't help but reach out and grab one of her full breasts, feeling its roundness and bounce through her clothes.
A deep moan echoed in my mind. Finally, I could hold Mom's full breast my heart was full of satisfaction, and I wanted more.
But just then, Mom pushed my chest, breaking our kiss and pushing me away.
I was stunned. Mom stood up.
She looked at me with a complicated expression, then out the window at the night. "It's late. Go shower and rest."
"Mom…"
She said nothing more, turning and leaving, her mind made up. My heart felt stabbed, deeply hurt.
Thinking back, we'd been just a thin paper window away from crossing the line so easy to break through. But before I could, Mom had pulled back in time, not giving me the chance.
Pain, disappointment, bitterness…
I smiled bitterly, got up, and left the room.
Outside, someone passed by. I looked up. "Uncle Qi."
"It's Xiao Fan," Uncle Qi said with a simple smile, reaching to pat my head.
I dodged, and his hand hung in the air. He paused, then withdrew it, unconcerned, and chuckled.
I noticed the towel on his shoulder. He saw my look and said, "Oh, I'm going to shower, then rest. After cooking, I smell of oil and smoke don't want to stink up your mom."
I mumbled a reply.
"It's so hot why don't you shower first?"
"No, no, you go ahead, Uncle Qi. I'll wait."
He nodded and went to the bathroom.
I went to the living room. Mom was watching TV, legs crossed, curvy and alluring, her black-stockinged legs long and round, her feet in slippers, delicate and tempting.
I pursed my lips, glanced at the lit bedroom Uncle Qi was showering.
So…
He wasn't going home tonight.
He'd be spending the night.
Spending the night?!
I was shocked, a surge of jealousy rising. I looked again at Mom on the sofa, my heart sour, then slumped back to my room, deflated.
I lay on my bed, arms and legs spread, listless.
I thought of many things.
Most of all, I thought of what would happen between Mom and Uncle Qi tonight.
Uncle Qi would spend the night, sleep here. With Mom so voluptuous and beautiful, cold and alluring, and Uncle Qi having tasted her before, he wouldn't just sleep peacefully. If he didn't do something, I wouldn't believe it nor would he.
Uncle Qi was over forty, plain and honest, but clearly very sexual.
And what man wouldn't be moved by Mom?
Even now, many men still chased her. She was single, and they all wanted to have her, conquer her. Uncle Qi was like a toad eating swan meat no one would have believed it.
If those men knew Uncle Qi had succeeded, they'd want to kill him.
But there was nothing to be done Mom had chosen him, making him her man.
Though she hadn't said it to me, tonight's dinner and him spending the night made their relationship clear.
I closed my eyes, mind full of images of Uncle Qi and Mom a forty-something farmer with Mom, making love, his huge, hot penis thrusting into her, fluids flying, her full breasts bouncing, springtime in full bloom…
Those imagined scenes made my own penis slowly harden.
I unconsciously rubbed my crotch, fingers massaging the tip, tingling with pleasure. But I stopped myself, turned over, locked my door, and sat at my computer.
I turned on the screen.
Mom was still in the living room, watching TV, arms folded over her chest, her curves full and regal, a queen noble, cold, untouchable.
I switched the camera to the bathroom.
Uncle Qi was showering.
He was completely naked, his skin rough and dark, thin, ribs visible maybe not well-nourished.
Between his legs hung a huge, dark mass, thick pubic hair, a massive penis, already hard, at least fifteen centimeters, just a bit shorter than Zhong Niu's but even thicker, powerful, with egg-sized balls.
Seeing Uncle Qi's massive penis, I looked down at my own tented pants no comparison at all.
Uncle Qi stood under the shower, then, as if struck by an idea, turned off the water and lathered his thick penis with shower gel.
He rubbed it, making it foam, but wasn't masturbating just cleaning it thoroughly.
His hands worked carefully. His penis was thick and long, the head exposed, only the groove needing extra cleaning, which he did with care.
Even after all that, his penis was still dark just his natural skin.
Veins coiled around it, like a dragon breaking free powerful. I'd never have guessed this skinny, plain man was so well-endowed, not much worse than Zhong Niu.
I respected Mom's choice, but more than that, I was jealous.
My own penis wasn't big, nor was I lasting. Mom had given me two chances, but I'd wasted them both my own fault. Still, I couldn't help but be jealous.
Thinking of Uncle Qi soon pressing down on Mom's beautiful, full body, I felt both pain and a strange anticipation contradictory, hard to describe.
After cleaning his penis, Uncle Qi was fully hard, leaning back, his erection pointing up, as if to pierce something.
After a while, he finished washing, scrubbing his whole body, as if afraid Mom would find fault. I lost interest and switched the camera back to Mom in the living room.
She was still watching TV. Ten minutes later, Uncle Qi finally came out.
To my surprise, he was shirtless, wearing only shorts and slippers, looking very casual. Smiling, he stared at Mom.
Mom glanced at him, displeased. "Why are you dressed like that? What if Fan Fan sees?"
Uncle Qi said, "It's fine, he's already gone to his room."
He walked over and sat beside Mom, reaching to hug her waist, but she pushed him away.
"Don't touch me."
"But… Zihan, didn't you say after you showered…" Uncle Qi trailed off.
"You showered, but I haven't. I'm sweaty." Mom stood up.
Uncle Qi smiled again, realizing she wasn't rejecting him, just needed to shower. He relaxed.
Mom walked past him, then turned and asked, "Did you bring it?"
Uncle Qi looked confused. "What?"
"You know what." Mom's beautiful, frosty face was tinged with a blush.
"I really don't know, Zihan, give me a hint." Uncle Qi looked genuinely puzzled.
Mom glared at him, charming and exasperated, finally biting out, "A condom!"
Uncle Qi's face lit up in realization even he understood. A condom.
But then he said, "I… I didn't think to bring one."
Mom's eyes flashed. "You didn't? Then go buy one."
Uncle Qi was startled, then whispered, "Maybe we don't need it, Zihan. We're together now, does it matter?"
Mom's voice was icy. "Cut the crap. Go, or go home!"
Seeing her cold face, Uncle Qi didn't dare argue. He was completely cowed, hurriedly got dressed, and rushed out to buy condoms.
Watching all this through the monitor, I felt bitter. I'd hoped Mom would make Uncle Qi leave, but it wasn't to be. She'd agreed, even sent him to buy condoms. It was set tonight, they'd make love, no doubt.
While Uncle Qi went out, Mom went to the bedroom, found a purple nightgown, and went to shower.
In the bathroom, she slowly undressed an arousing sight.
Mom was voluptuous and alluring, her mature, icy aura radiating from her. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, seductive and charming.
Her clothes slipped off, revealing skin like white jade, flawless as a snow lotus, every inch a masterpiece, perfectly sculpted, matchless.
Her full, proud breasts stood high, round as plates, not sagging at all, the skin supple, each topped with a rosy pink nipple, like cherries, tempting and lovely.
Her waist was slim as a snake, her belly flat and smooth, no extra flesh, skin like water. Below, her secret garden, lush and shy, full lips the most sacred, alluring place.
But most of all, her beautiful hips round and perky, firm and flawless, naturally moist, as perky as a peach, even more striking than her shoulders.
Below, her long, round legs, full and tall, not fat but shapely, the lines straight and beautiful.
A body of unmatched beauty, heaven's proudest work, my deepest desire.
But none of it belonged to me anymore it was Uncle Qi's. That plain, farmer-like man, useless in others' eyes, no one would have guessed it, but Mom had chosen him, become his woman, would sleep with him tonight.
Hot water from the shower beat down on her jade skin, steam swirling, adding an extra layer of allure, like a fairy in mist, her icy body perfect, flawless.
Mom bathed, then bent over, her thick hips arching up, the curves on full display. She squeezed out shower gel and gently rubbed it over her body, graceful and delicate.
Her bath was fragrant, her posture enchanting, her beauty flowing, a mayor bathing like this could make anyone nosebleed or faint her mature, cold beauty on display, poetic and untouchable, a goddess to be admired, not defiled.
I watched, my belly burning, my short penis hardening, rubbing it through my pants.
Watching her on the monitor, I was lost, drunk on her beauty, unable to wake.
But dreams always end. As I was lost in it, Mom turned off the water, dried herself, and put on the purple lace nightgown, finally snapping me out of it.
She dried her hair, her locks flying, adding a lazy, mature charm.
At that moment, Uncle Qi returned, eager, not seeing Mom in the living room. He ran to the bathroom door, heard her inside, and waited outside, rubbing his hands, excited.
He didn't dare go in, just waited. When Mom finished and came out, he couldn't help but pounce, grabbing her in his arms.
Mom was startled, then saw it was Uncle Qi and gave him a flirtatious glare.
Uncle Qi hugged her, his hands roaming her voluptuous body, the seductive purple lace nightgown quickly rumpled, her breasts and hips half-exposed, a tantalizing sight.
The nightgown was mostly lace, with patterns simple for her, but to Uncle Qi, the most tempting thing in the world, a deadly poison he'd gladly take.
On her shoulders, the straps kept slipping, loosened by Uncle Qi's eager hands, the left strap soon falling to her arm.
Her left breast was half-exposed, the roundness almost fully revealed, more tempting than if it were completely bare.
Mom hadn't worn underwear after her bath, so beneath the thin nightgown, she was naked.
A blush rose on her neck, her breathing grew heavier, and under Uncle Qi's wild caresses, she rose on tiptoe, letting out a low moan.
Uncle Qi bent down and bit her left nipple, sucking hard, making Mom arch her head back, lips parted, breathing heavily.
"Stop… Old Qi, stop…" Mom's hand pushed at his shoulder, trying to push him away, but he clung to her.
"This is the hallway… Fan Fan… Fan Fan might see…"
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes watery, her expression drunk with desire.
"Mmm… it's fine… he won't come out…"
Uncle Qi mumbled, biting her round breast.
But maybe he was too rough Mom's brows furrowed in pain.
"Old Qi, let go! Old Qi!" Mom said sharply.
Though her desire was rising, she still had reason. As Uncle Qi attacked, she suddenly pinched his waist, making him cry out and let go.
She pushed him away.
Her full breasts heaved, waves of flesh rolling. Her eyes turned cold. "Don't come any closer!"
Her stern voice shocked Uncle Qi into stillness.
"Zihan, I…"
"Do you listen to me or not?!"
"Yes, yes…" Uncle Qi shrank back. "I'll listen."
"If you listen, why do you keep doing this?" Mom challenged coldly.
"I…"
Uncle Qi was speechless, looking like a scolded student, head down in shame.
Seeing him like this, Mom said nothing, fixed her fallen strap, straightened her nightgown, and walked to the bedroom. Only then did Uncle Qi dare look up, but he didn't dare follow.
Mom entered her room, leaving the door open. Uncle Qi stood there. After a while, Mom appeared at the door, arms crossed. "Why are you standing there? Turn off the lights and come in."
Uncle Qi snapped out of it, disbelief turning to joy. He quickly turned off the living room lights and rushed to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Mom's bedroom was dim, not brightly lit, the lotus chandelier above only half on, casting a mysterious, hazy glow, like mist rising in the night, full of infinite possibilities. In that haze, Mom sat on the bed, watching Uncle Qi enter and close the door.
Uncle Qi reached for the switch, but Mom said, "Don't turn it on!"
He quickly pulled his hand back.
The room fell silent. Uncle Qi stood at the door, rubbing his hands, eager but trying not to show it, looking around but not daring to look at Mom, nervous her aura, status, and earlier scolding made him cautious.
His gaze landed on the wedding photo above the bed, and he stared at it, expression unreadable.
Jealous? Envious? Proud?
I didn't know, but Mom noticed and said, "It's late. Go to sleep."
"Oh…"
Uncle Qi nodded, carefully walking to the bed, as if stepping on landmines.
He reached the bed, looked at Mom, about to speak, but she cut him off: "You sleep over there, I'll sleep here."
Uncle Qi's face twisted, full of grievance and pleading. "Zihan… I… I can't hold it anymore…"
"Can't hold what?" Maybe Mom was pretending not to know.
"My… my dick is so hard," Uncle Qi said, crudely, rubbing his crotch, which was tented high. He'd been hard at least three times today, never getting release, and now that he was so close, Mom said to sleep he was desperate.
Mom glanced at him. "What nonsense!"
"Zihan, I… I really can't stand it… please, give it to me." Uncle Qi begged.
Then, shockingly, he knelt in front of Mom.
"What are you doing?"
"Begging you for mercy."
"So, will you ever mess around again?"
Uncle Qi shook his head like a drum.
"No, no, never again. Whatever you say, I'll do. Please, if you don't give it to me, I won't sleep all night… it's worse than death!"
His face was full of anxiety, afraid Mom would refuse, all dignity gone.
On Mom's icy, beautiful face, a barely noticeable smile appeared. She laughed, "Look at you acting like you'll die if I don't give it to you."
Uncle Qi said, "That's right!"
"Alright, get up. Kneeling like that, and you want to be my man? Take off your pants and come here!" Mom shot him a look.
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