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Chapter 43 – Fallen Mother
Old Jiao brought over a small table and a few stools, and Mom and I sat down together. On the table was only a plate of pickled vegetables and a large bowl of unappetizing porridge. Although I wasn't eager to eat, I'd been hungry for over a day if I didn't eat, I'd have no strength, so I forced myself to pick up my chopsticks.
Old Jiao sat nearby, smiling at us or rather, his gaze was fixed on Mom. Because of the rain last night, Mom had taken off her tailored suit jacket and wore only a white blouse, which perfectly outlined her full, shapely chest. Her breasts were round and full, pushing up the collar, revealing smooth, snow-white skin at the neckline and delicate collarbones far beyond any woman Old Jiao had ever seen. She wore a suit skirt below, outlining her round, plump, perky hips; her long legs were wrapped in black mosquito-proof stockings, adding to her allure.
Old Jiao stared at my mature, beautiful mother, mouth slightly open, almost drooling. Seeing this, I was annoyed, but I had to endure it this was his place, and he was feeding us. It wasn't the time to make trouble.
I glanced at Mom, but she didn't seem to notice Old Jiao's staring. I ate quickly, and to my surprise, the pickled vegetables tasted pretty good.
Outside, the rain continued with no sign of stopping. I took out my phone, which had little battery left, and checked the news. I felt dizzy reports said the heavy rain would continue for days, and the weather forecast, though sometimes wrong, predicted a high chance of ongoing storms.
I handed my phone to Mom. She looked at it and said, "Don't worry, let's wait and see." I had to admit, I was nowhere near as calm as she was.
"Mom, if you're missing, won't people be worried?" I asked. Reminded by me, Mom quickly used my phone to make a call, explained a few things, and then handed it back. With that, no one would worry, and seeing the rain outside, it was clear we weren't leaving soon. To save power, I turned off my phone.
Old Jiao cleared the dishes and went to wash them. Mom and I stayed in the house. No matter how hard it rained, this house didn't leak like the tile-roofed one next door. The power had long since gone out due to thunder and storms; during the day, there was some light, but at night, it would be pitch black.
After a while, Old Jiao returned and sat on the threshold. Mom took a chair and sat not far from him. I suddenly needed to pee, so I asked Old Jiao where the toilet was. He pointed outside, along the eaves to the end of the path. I went out, not bothering with politeness I found him annoying.
Outside, the rain poured down. The toilet was a simple open pit, with water dripping from the eaves. I held my nose and endured it. When I came out, I sat under the eaves, watching the rain. From Old Jiao's house, you could see the whole Lao Long Village nestled in the basin, the rain curtain stretching across heaven and earth.
I sat there for about half an hour, reluctant to go back inside, but eventually I did. To my surprise, the door to the house was closed. I pushed, but it wouldn't budge.
Locked?
"Ah! Don't " Suddenly, a cry came from inside it was Mom's voice. I froze, then grew furious. Was Old Jiao doing something to her?
Worried, I pounded on the door. "Mom!"
"Fan Fan, what are you shouting for? I'm here!" Mom replied, but her voice sounded a bit flustered.
"Oh, open the door, I want to come in," I said.
"Okay, just… wait a minute… I'll be right there!" Mom's voice was hesitant and broken.
I frowned. Then I heard a crash inside, like something falling. "Mom, what happened? Did you fall?"
"No, no!" Mom's voice was even more flustered. "I just bumped into a chair."
"Oh." But I wondered if that was really all.
I waited outside, but Mom didn't open the door for a long time. I grew impatient thinking of Old Jiao inside, my anger grew.
Two people alone in there, a man and a woman, and Mom was so beautiful. What man wouldn't want to pounce on her, especially someone as shameless as Old Jiao?
"Mom! Open the door, hurry!" I yelled, pounding on the door.
Finally, after a dozen knocks, the door opened but it was Old Jiao, not Mom, who answered. I was stunned, then shoved past him into the room. Maybe I pushed too hard, because he stumbled and fell to the ground. I hesitated no way I was that strong but didn't think much of it and looked for Mom.
Relieved, I saw Mom sitting on the bed, clothes neat, apparently unharmed. But as I relaxed, I noticed her hair was messy, her cheeks flushed, her skin radiant, and a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
I was puzzled. Suddenly, I saw something on the floor a snake! My heart stopped, and I backed up, bumping into someone.
Behind me, Old Jiao laughed, "Don't be scared, Xiao Fan. I killed it. I'll make soup for you and your mom tonight."
I must have been pale with fright. The snake was limp and dying. Hearing it was dead, I relaxed, then realized Old Jiao was holding me, calling me Xiao Fan, which made me uneasy.
I stood up, ignored him, and sat by Mom. Old Jiao smiled, not angry at all. He was looking at Mom's legs, especially her calves. I looked too she wore a black knee-length skirt, and her calves were wrapped in black stockings, round and straight. Nothing seemed odd.
Wait! My eyes widened. On Mom's right ankle, the stocking was torn, a hole about two thumbs wide, exposing her white skin. Her left leg was fine. The tear looked ripped, not worn.
Did Mom tear it? Or…?
I glanced at Old Jiao, remembering the locked door. What had happened inside? I wanted to ask, but seeing Mom's calm, beautiful face, I suppressed my curiosity.
Old Jiao picked up the snake and went to the kitchen, humming. That evening, with the rain and power out, he lit a kerosene lamp for light.
At dinner, he brought out a pot of snake soup he really had stewed the snake. I got goosebumps, thinking about it.
At night, I still slept with Mom. Old Jiao was going to sleep outside, but Mom told him to stay in the house it was wet outside but he had to sleep on the floor. He was overjoyed.
The night passed without incident.
For three days, the rain kept falling. I was fed up with life here no phone, no TV, nothing but longing for home. Worse, Old Jiao had gotten familiar with Mom, chatting with her every day. With nothing else to do, he talked to her constantly.
Sometimes, I saw my always proud, cold Mom smile at his words her lips curving like jam, beautiful and captivating. Whenever she smiled, Old Jiao would stare, grinning foolishly.
The rain fell for nearly a week. The mountain roads were impassable. One night, I heard a rumbling, the house shaking. I thought it was an earthquake, but Mom said it was a landslide. Even though the rain had lessened, going down the mountain was still dangerous.
Every few days, Mom would use my phone to text her assistant, letting them know we were safe.
Bad luck never comes alone. One day, as Mom and I sat under the eaves looking at the village, Old Jiao came over, sat on a stool, and sighed.
Mom smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Maybe because they talked often, Mom was no longer so cold and noble she was warmer and gentler with Old Jiao.
"Sigh, girl, I'm sorry," Old Jiao said apologetically.
"What's wrong?"
"No… no more rice."
"Huh?" Mom raised her brows, surprised.
I heard too. "No rice? What are we going to eat? Are we supposed to starve? Who knows how long this rain will last!"
And with the landslide, who knew when we could leave? But now, no rice how could we survive?
Old Jiao apologized to me too. "Xiao Fan, I'm sorry."
At that moment, I didn't find him so hateful.
But what good was that if there was nothing to eat?
"It's not your fault," Mom comforted him. "Is there anything else to eat?"
"There's some wild vegetables left."
"Then let's eat less each day and hang on," Mom said.
Another day passed.
The next morning, I woke up and didn't see Mom or Old Jiao. I searched the house and outside, but they were gone. I panicked had they gone down the mountain? With the landslide, that could be fatal.
I was anxious, about to shout, when I saw an umbrella on the mountain path and someone walking up. As they drew near, I saw it was Mom.
Even with an umbrella, her clothes were soaked, her white blouse clinging to her skin, her full breasts outlined, the black lace bra faintly visible. Her figure was stunning. I snapped out of it and asked what happened.
Mom said she hadn't seen Old Jiao that morning, so she went looking, but didn't go far it was too dangerous. She wasn't reckless; if something happened to her, it'd be trouble, so she came back.
"Strange. Why would he go out so early in this weather?" I said.
"I don't know. We'll just have to wait," Mom said.
We waited all day, but by nightfall, Old Jiao still hadn't returned. Mom and I were really worried.
"Mom, what do we do?"
Mom frowned, glanced outside, and said, "You stay here. I'll go look."
Even calm Mom couldn't help herself now.
I was alarmed how could she go out in the dark, in the rain, on the mountain? If something happened to her, what would I do?
I shook my head, but Mom was stubborn once she decided, nothing could change her mind.
Just then…
There was a sound at the door. Mom and I looked at each other, then hurried out.
Outside, we heard a thud. Mom, holding a candle, calmly walked over. In the flickering light, I saw someone lying on the ground it was Old Jiao. Beside him was a small wild boar, dead, with a wound.
I was shocked the boar must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Had Old Jiao spent the day hunting it?
He was unconscious, soaked and muddy, in a sorry state.
"Come, Fan Fan, help me get Old Jiao inside," Mom said.
"Okay."
We carried him inside. His clothes were filthy and wet, so we laid him on the floor.
Mom set the candle and told me, "Fan Fan, go outside. I'll call you when I'm done."
I was surprised why did I have to leave? Was there something I shouldn't see? But Mom's orders were never to be questioned, so I left. She closed the door behind me. My curiosity was piqued what was she doing?
I remembered a fist-sized hole in the wall between the main room and the house an old-style farmhouse feature. I was just tall enough to peek through.
What I saw shocked me. Mom was kneeling beside the unconscious Old Jiao, gently undressing him. He was soaked and needed his clothes off, but still Mom undressing an old man? It seemed improper, but I couldn't stop her.
On her knees, Mom was as beautiful as ever, her full hips wrapped in a black skirt, her back straight, her chest high and round under her white blouse. When she stood, her curvy figure was breathtaking in the candlelight.
Old Jiao wore only one layer. Mom took off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly muscular body, with abs and muscles a shock, given his appearance. But then, he had just dragged a wild boar back alone.
Mom was surprised too, but quickly composed herself and looked down at his lower body. With the shirt off, the pants had to come off too.
She hesitated, then took a deep breath, lifted his leg, and pulled at his waistband. It took several tries to get the pants off. Her face remained calm, but when she got the pants partway down, she froze.
Why had she stopped? Watching her expression, I soon realized she was staring at Old Jiao's groin. Her pale cheeks flushed red.
She was looking at his thing.
The candlelight was dim, and I couldn't see clearly, but I could tell her gaze was fixed there.
I remembered seeing Old Jiao's size before dark, huge, out of proportion to his skinny body, almost as big as Zhong Niu's. For Mom, it must have been a shock.
After a moment, she looked away and pulled his pants off, leaving him naked before her. She seemed to think for a while, then got a dry towel and wiped him down.
Her cheeks grew redder, like a ripe tomato. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing smooth, white arms, looking both capable and gentle. Her icy aura faded, replaced by warmth.
So, in that old mountain house, while the rain fell outside, a mature, stunning woman a deputy mayor, my mother gently wiped down a naked old man.
I didn't know what to think. But since Old Jiao was unconscious, nothing would happen, so I stopped watching.
I sat on a stool and waited. After a long time, Mom let me in. Old Jiao was dressed in clean clothes Mom must have changed him. We carried him to bed.
The night passed quietly.
The next morning, I woke up and didn't see Mom. I panicked had Old Jiao gone out again, and Mom gone to look for him?
I rushed outside and heard Mom's voice.
"Old Jiao, don't do that again, understand?" Her tone was stern, but with a hint of concern.
"Okay, girl, I won't run off again," he replied.
He sounded fine looks can be deceiving.
"By the way, girl, can I ask you something?"
"Mm."
"My clothes…"
"What about them?"
"Did you change me?"
"…Mm."
"Ah!" He clapped his hands, excitement in his voice. "You really helped me out."
"It's nothing. You risked your life hunting, so I should help you. But…" Mom paused, "Remember to bathe often. Don't always be dirty. No woman will like you like that."
There was a pause. Then Old Jiao said, "You're right. I'm ugly, poor, childless. It's fine I'll just die alone."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Mom scolded.
"Am I wrong?"
"There's no right or wrong. I can see you're a good person."
"Really?!"
"Mm."
"That's great!"
They chatted for a while. I hid behind the door, feeling uneasy.
Suddenly, Mom cried out. I almost rushed out, but then heard her scold, "Old Jiao, don't grab ah…" I stopped, but my heart raced.
I wanted to know what was happening, but didn't want to embarrass Mom, so I forced myself to wait.
Then more sounds came.
"Don't… Old Jiao, please don't!"
"Girl, I just want to touch, that's all. Your chest is so round. I've never seen a woman with breasts as big as yours."
Mom was silent for a while.
Old Jiao continued, "Girl, just let me touch, just once. I've never touched a woman before. Please, just this once?"
No!
I screamed inside.
But Mom's answer crushed me.
"Thirty seconds," she said coldly. "Let go after thirty seconds, or I won't be polite!"
"Okay, okay, just thirty seconds. I'll start now?"
"…Mm."
There was silence.
I panicked.
Suddenly, I remembered the window in the house. I ran over, carefully lifted the curtain, and peeked out with one eye. My eyes widened.
Under the eaves, Old Jiao was hugging Mom from behind, his hands reaching under her arms to her full chest, kneading her breasts through her white blouse.
Mom's body was full, tall, and slender, her long legs straight and round. She was much taller than Old Jiao, whose head barely reached her shoulder.
Because of this, Mom's round hips, wrapped in a black skirt, stuck out. With Old Jiao pressed against her back, it looked like he was holding her hips.
He stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer, his crotch forming a huge tent, pressing between Mom's legs, growing larger.
But the height difference was too much, so he focused on her chest.
Through the blouse, he kneaded her breasts roughly, not knowing how to be gentle. Each squeeze deformed the soft flesh, making it even more alluring.
"Time's up!" Mom suddenly said.
But Old Jiao didn't stop he kept kneading her breast with one hand and tried to unbutton her blouse with the other.
Mom's face darkened. She pushed him away unlike the slippery floor that night, this time she succeeded.
After pushing him away, she was about to get angry, but then her eyes widened in shock.
I was confused what did she see? I tried to look, but Old Jiao was against the wall, out of sight.
But luck was with me soon I saw what she saw.
Old Jiao came back into view, but now he wasn't wearing pants his huge member was exposed, standing before Mom.
I was stunned.
I couldn't believe it he just stood there, naked, in front of Mom. Was he crazy?
Mom's face also showed shock, her eyes wide, anger rising.
"Old Jiao, what are you doing!" she shouted.
"I… I can't help it, girl. Look how big it is I feel like I'm about to explode."
"Even so, you can't do this!"
"I can't stand it in my pants."
"No, put your pants on!"
But Old Jiao refused. "No, girl, I told you, it's too uncomfortable. Don't make it harder for me."
He sounded almost angry.
Mom frowned, seeming to think maybe she was being unfair.
"You're just going to leave it out? What if my son sees?"
She finally took a harder line: "No, put it away!"
Old Jiao looked like he might cry.
He thought for a moment. "How about this girl, use your hand, just for a moment. I'll finish quickly."
Mom shook her head.
He added, "If Fan Fan comes out and sees, that'll be bad."
Hiding behind the curtain, I wanted to rush out and beat him up he was threatening Mom!
I almost did, but in my anger, I accidentally knocked over a cup, making a noise.
Mom called, "Fan Fan, are you awake?"
"Oh, I'm awake," I said, pretending nothing was wrong. "Mom, are you outside?"
"Yes, stay inside. I'll be in soon," she replied.
"Okay."
After a while, I crept back to the window, peeking out again. This time, I was even more shocked, my eyes wide.
Under the eaves, Old Jiao stood there, and Mom stood before him, bending slightly, her white, slender hand reaching out, five delicate fingers wrapping around Old Jiao's thick, black, massive rod.
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