Chapter 19
The day before New Year's Eve, my father finally returned home. But this time, his already somewhat weary face looked even more haggard, and he coughed incessantly. I knew it was from his excessive smoking. Fuming inwardly over his wife's betrayal, he had to flee the shame of this marital breakdown, leaving for a faraway land to toil and hustle, just so he could forget his pain through his busy work. This was a feeling I, with my still-developing mind, couldn't truly comprehend. So I could only watch as he sat alone on the chair on our home balcony, smoking one cigarette after another.
My father's temper had also become a bit flared. I hadn't done well on my final exams, with my overall ranking dropping to twenty-first in the class. When he found out on the day he returned, he abandoned his usual patient guidance and immediately unleashed a torrent of scolding. He almost stormed into my room to smash the laptop my mom had bought me to pieces.
It was only after I knelt before him with tears in my eyes, hugged his legs, begged pitifully, and promised to make it into the top ten next time that he dropped the idea. As for the local specialties I had brought from my grandmother's house, he threw them into the trash bin downstairs without a second thought. He also made me promise I would never treat my mother's relatives as my own family again. To spare his feelings, I could only agree for the time being.
The Spring Festival, which was supposed to be a lively reunion, felt like a year to me. My paternal grandparents had passed away when I was very young. So my father, an only son, would always take my mother and me to my maternal grandmother's in the countryside for the holidays. But now, he and I could only stay at home, enduring a monotonous and dull festival.
Fortunately, the seven-day holiday didn't drag on. On the afternoon of the sixth day of the first lunar month, he took the car sent by his unit and returned to his office post. The moment he closed the door and left, I felt a great sense of relief. I immediately picked up my phone and dialed my mother's cell phone. My mother answered quickly. In our conversation, I learned that she and Xia were in the provincial capital and wouldn't be back until the eighth. So I tentatively asked if I could come to the provincial capital as well.
She heard me, whispered with Xia on the phone for a moment, then turned back and agreed, telling me the name and room number of the hotel where they were staying. I jotted it down with pen and paper, told her I was leaving right then, and hung up. After packing a few things, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi at the entrance of my residential complex, and headed straight for the long-distance bus station.
The bus station, in the midst of the Spring Festival travel rush, was a sea of people, a scene of noisy, bustling activity. After I arrived, I waited in line at the ticket counter for half an hour just to buy a ticket. Then, I waited in the waiting hall for another full hour before boarding the long-distance coach to the provincial capital. It was already past eight in the evening when we arrived.
After getting off the bus, I exited the station, hailed another taxi, and told the driver to take me to a place called 'Hongding Clubhouse.' It wasn't that I didn't want to go to the hotel where my mother and Xia were staying; it was because half an hour ago, while still on the coach, I had received a text message from my mom. It said they were going to this 'Hongding Clubhouse' and specified the name of their private room. She told me to go there directly after I got off, without coming to the hotel first. The taxi driver wove through the streets for a dozen minutes or so before dropping me at my destination. After paying the fare, I got out of the car and walked toward the clubhouse entrance, observing it as I went. The clubhouse looked unassuming, and the fixtures at the entrance seemed rather ordinary. But a row of high-end luxury cars parked outside fully testified to the extraordinary world within.
Following the guidance of a professional and welcoming hostess, I walked through the clubhouse, carefully admiring its interior decor.
The interior of the clubhouse was indeed exquisitely novel, reflecting a modern, trendy style as well as a deep, understated heritage. These two completely different styles were harmoniously blended together. One couldn't help but admire the profound design skill of the clubhouse's designer. Just as I was thinking this, I realized I had reached the door of the private room. I pushed the door open and saw, besides my mother and Xia, another man and a woman were there. The four of them were chatting cheerfully. The man, who looked to be about forty, had a refined and scholarly air. He was dressed smartly and sat at one side of the table. The woman beside him was young and beautiful, fashionably dressed, and had a delicate, clinging manner.
"Xiaojun, you're here. Come, sit down." My mother saw me arrive and stood up, waving at me and speaking to me. The air conditioning in the private room was quite warm. Having taken off her beige, double-breasted Versace lady's long coat, she was wearing a brown high-turtleneck wool sweater. Her legs were wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose, and on her feet were a pair of exquisite black high heels. Her long, wavy hair still cascaded down her back. Her eye shadow was light, her cherry lips glossy, making her look incredibly sexy and alluring. Just as I was thinking this, I saw her turn her head and say to the man, "Chairman Li, this is my son. Please forgive my presumption for bringing him here."
"Hehe, Ms. Shen, there's no need for such formality. It's still the holiday season. I invited Xia and you over just for a casual chat, for us all to relax. It's no trouble at all, no trouble at all," he replied magnanimously. At the same time, I also sat down. Xia then spoke up, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" I nodded after hearing him.
"Well, what would you like to eat? You tell me, and Uncle will order it for you," he continued to ask. I thought for a moment and said to him, "I'll have the braised beef brisket with rice, then. Is that okay?"
"Of course, that's fine." After saying that, he stood up, went to the door, and summoned a waiter to order a braised beef brisket with rice, a fruit salad, and a cup of Earl Grey milk tea for me.
After doing that, he returned to his seat and continued chatting with my mother and the other couple. I also listened to their conversation while waiting for my dinner.
From their conversation, I learned that the man was Xia's direct superior, named Li Gang. He was a member of the board of directors of Xingye Group and also served as the group's executive vice chairman. The young woman was Bai Yaru, Chairman Li's secretary. In my opinion, she might also have been his mistress. Right now, the four of them were listening to Vice Chairman Li's commentary on the domestic economy.
After listening for a while, the food I had ordered was brought in by the waiter. Having been hungry for a while, I quickly started to eat. As I ate, I listened to Vice Chairman Li continue his eloquent, incessant speech. As a high-level corporate leader, he had his own personal views on the various financial problems emerging in the country. But I was young and inexperienced and had no interest in any of this. Everything I heard went in one ear and out the other, as I focused solely on devouring the food before me. By the time I finished, he finally changed the subject and said to my mother, "Ms. Shen, the SPA at the clubhouse's wellness center is quite effective. Since it's your first time here, I'll have Yaru take you to try it out. What do you think?"
"Oh? Is that so? Well, I'll go try it then. But I'm making you spend your money," my mother replied with a smile, her gaze drifting toward Xia, perhaps wanting to ask for his opinion. Seeing this, Xia spoke up, "Xiuqin, you go with Secretary Bai. I'll wait here with Chairman Li." With that, he glanced at me and said, "Xiaojun, you should go take a bath and relax too." So, the two of them and I left the private room and headed for the wellness center.
After walking down a long corridor, the three of us arrived at the entrance to the wellness center. My mother and Secretary Bai went into the women's section, while I was guided by a staff member into the men's section. After undressing in the locker room, I walked naked into the steam room. The spacious bath was empty, lined with long wooden benches. In the center was a charcoal brazier, with packets of herbs roasting on the hot stones, filling the entire room with a strong, herbal aroma.
I took a quick look around and felt very satisfied. I found a spot to sit down and let my body relax. After a moment, I felt the temperature was still not high enough and pressed the spray button. A fine mist rained down from above, which, when hit by the hot coals and stones, immediately created billowing thick fog. The temperature shot up drasticaally. After doing that, I lay down on the long bench, closed my eyes, and began to enjoy it. Ten minutes later, my body flushed red from the surrounding fog and rolling heat waves, I opened my eyes and got up to leave.
I went to the shower area and rinsed off thoroughly. After that, I dried myself with a towel, put on a bathrobe, and entered the lounge hall.
At that moment, there were only a handful of people in the lounge hall, both men and women. I declined a staff member's suggestion for a massage and casually found an empty lounge bed to lie on, watching TV while waiting for my mother and Secretary Bai. After waiting for a full hour and a half, I finally saw my mother and Secretary Bai, also in bathrobes, emerging slowly from the women's section exit.
Their eyes scanned the hall, and when they spotted me, they came over to my side. My mother, now standing before me, looked radiant and glowing. The skin exposed by her bathrobe was not only fair and rosy but also seemed to have a crystalline sheen. In my eyes, she was even more captivating to men than the young and beautiful Secretary Bai standing beside her.
"What are you staring at, son? We should be going back," my mother said just as I was lost in thought.
I quickly composed myself and replied, "Oh, I'll go get changed." With that, I climbed off the lounge bed and walked toward the locker room. As I walked, I couldn't help but glance back at my mother from time to time. She and Secretary Bai were also walking side by side toward the women's locker room, whispering to each other, sharing private talk between women. Men, of course, change faster than women, so after I was ready and left the wellness center, I had to wait another twenty minutes outside before they came out. Once the three of us were together, we walked back toward the private room.
When we returned, we saw Xia and Vice Chairman Li standing up, also preparing to leave.
So the five of us left the private room together, exchanging pleasantries as they walked out of the clubhouse. A moment later, Vice Chairman Li and Secretary Bai said their goodbyes to us, driving away in a black Mercedes-Benz. After the car had driven off, Xia went to get his car. My mother and I got in, and we headed toward the hotel where they were staying. The car hadn't been driving for more than a few minutes when my mother, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to ask me about how the holiday had been this year. To keep her from worrying, I concealed my father's current state, just saying that everything was fine. Hearing my answer, she didn't suspect anything and turned her head back.
The car arrived at the hotel quickly. After Xia parked, the three of us got out and entered the hotel. Back in the room, I took a quick look around. It was a business suite, just like the one we had at the 'Jiahua Grand Hotel' in Ningfeng City last time, only a bit smaller, and the bedroom had only two beds. Seeing this, I said to them, "Mom, Uncle, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight." Xia, hearing this, answered before my mother could speak, "No, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. You and your mom take the beds." Seeing that I looked like I was about to argue, he came over to me, patted my shoulder, and continued, "Don't say any more, Xiaojun. You're sleeping on the bed." Seeing his insistence, I didn't object further and went into the bedroom, took off my clothes, and got into bed. My mother and Xia talked for a while longer in the living room before she also came in to sleep. I chatted with her for a bit under the covers and then slowly drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sounds coming from the bed next to me. I blinked my eyes, clearing the fog from my brain, and immediately understood what was happening right beside me. So I quietly turned my head, and the licentious scene was imprinted on my eyes: The blanket that should have been covering my mother had fallen to the floor. At 165cm tall, she looked delicate and lovely under Xia. He was now violently thrusting into her with his large penis.
My mother's jade-like legs were also propped up on his shoulders, and her voice had become as shrill and drawn-out as a cat's, as if she were suppressing something. Within a few minutes, he reached his climax. Without a moment's delay, his pistoning hips lashed out like a violent storm, and suddenly he was sweating profusely, panting like an ox. Glistening beads of sweat, like diamonds embedded in his skin, trickled down his chest. After more than twenty frantic thrusts, he could no longer endure the oncoming orgasm and finally released his essence deep within her.
My mother was carried along with him, her head thrown back, pressing hard against the pillow, her hands clutching the bedsheets as she let out a long, breathy moan: "Ah!!!" The tail end of the sound was like a wind blowing through an empty void, long and drawn out, before disappearing. After that, there was only a deathly silence. From my mother's angle, Xia, who was mounted on top of her, collapsed down as if he had become a corpse.
The bedroom returned to silence. However, their slightly ragged breathing was still perfectly audible.
After a while, I heard Xia get out of bed and turn to look at me. Not wanting to be discovered, I quickly closed my eyes and feigned sleep. Just then, my mother's lazy, tender voice reached my ears: "You bad man! All you do is torment me! In the middle of the night and you still do this!"
"Hehe, who told you to be so beautiful, so sexy? I feel like I could die right on your belly!" I heard Xia reply in a light, teasing tone.
"You're so annoying!" Hearing Xia say this, my mother responded with a shy, coquettish pout.
"Hey, wife. Have you thought any more about learning to drive after the New Year? Will you go?" I heard him ask my mother. She paused for a moment before answering softly, "Mmm, okay. Anyway, I don't have much to do now. After the New Year, you'll be busy again, so learning to drive would be a way to pass the time."
"You go learn first. Once you get your driver's license, I'll buy you a car. I can't promise anything too expensive, but something around a hundred thousand is no problem." I heard him say this to her after she finished.
"Wow! Being so nice to me!" Hearing his promise, my mother seemed very pleased, and her tone was full of joy.
"Of course! Who told you you're my wife! Of course, I have to be good to you! Otherwise, if you leave me, who would I complain to!" Xia said to her in a playful tone.
"You bad man!" Hearing his teasing, my mother seemed a bit indignant and let out another coquettish scold.
'Hehe.' He chuckled and shifted his body. Immediately, I heard my mother let out an 'Aiyo,' and their lips seemed to meet again, making a 'smacking' sucking sound. So I opened my eyes again to watch their intimate scene.
Two pairs of lips, as if from a long-parched desert, were now pressed tightly together, tongues entwined. The saliva from their mouths continuously flowed into the other's. After kissing for a while, Xia's mouth left my mother's red lips. He lay on her stomach, lightly licking her nipples and the surrounding fair skin with his lips, then moved down to kiss her navel, before shifting to his next target.
My mother, who had been lying quietly, allowing his caresses and fondling, suddenly grabbed him, pulling him desperately upward. Her delicate, fragrant tongue, as skilled as a snake's, slid from her mouth to lick his chest and lips. Her entire fair body writhed up and down, her hands tightly holding his arms, responding passionately. Then, he shifted his gaze to my mother's lower body, her vulva. After watching it for a moment, he murmured in praise, "Baby, the scent of you there is truly lovely." With that, he lowered his head and began to caress it with his lips.
My mother also seemed to deliberately spread her legs, offering that part of herself to his mouth and tongue, and she began to sway her hips, adding fuel to the fire. A look of pleasure appeared on her face. It seemed she enjoyed being touched by Xia's long tongue. It didn't take long for his breathing to grow heavier, his desire reignited. He once again mounted my mother's body, kissing her red lips.
For a time, the smacking of their lips and their ragged breathing filled the room. Xia tried to draw out the kiss for as long as possible, not in any hurry to assault my mother, while her body was tense, her hands seeming quite greedy. She held his face, stroked his hair, kneaded his strong pectoral muscles, and even held his erect penis, treasuring it as she stroked it. He, in turn, quickly got off the bed, knelt on the floor and held her round buttocks with both hands. He buried his face, and let his tongue wander between her legs, as if holding a fresh coconut, desperately sucking her fluids to quench his thirst.
He would also slide his chin down, pausing on the inside of her thighs like a vampire, licking and biting. When he had had his fill, he would press on, conquering his way to the other side.
"Uh... oh... oh... give it to me... honey... faster" My mother, now teased beyond her limits, let out lewd moans from her lips. Her legs tried to break free, and her body twisted like a snake. Knowing her passion was uncontrollable and her lust was intertwined, Xia immediately took his penis, rubbed some of her fluids on its head against her lips, then aimed at her vulva, twisted his hips, and thrust forward, slowly pushing it in. There was a crisp 'puchi' sound as the thing went all the way to the depths of her womb. My mother's face lit up with pleasure as she accepted it, clicking her tongue in admiration. She raised her plump buttocks high, whimpering, her eyes tightly shut, indulging in the sensation as if she had entered a fairyland of bliss.
Without any regard for the person beside them. He now widened the range of his thrusts, making his penis fly up and down, the force of his impacts growing more and more intense. My mother moaned in a series of soft, charming sounds, her wavy long hair swaying on the bed, full of charm. Her private part, under Xia's powerful invasion, would sometimes shrink back as if in fear, and at other times, when greedy, would frequently meet his thrusts without fail. The two of them were thus lost in a frenzy of passion, forgetting everything, for who knows how long. After another bout of wild thrusting, my mother actually moved her body, rolled off the bed, bent her smooth, fair back, and leaned over the edge of the bed, propping up her full, plump buttocks.
Xia immediately spread her buttocks apart, took his already slick penis in hand, and with a prod and a push, made her body lurch forward, her head hitting the bed. As she moaned weakly under him, their bodies fused together once more. My mother's posture, leaning over the bed, looked seductive and dazzling. Her slender waist swayed like a willow in the wind, and moans continuously flowed from her mouth.
Seeing her like this, Xia thrust even more wildly, with long, deep strokes and shallow withdrawals, his penis plunging again and again, making my mother dizzy. She suddenly fell forward, but without stopping, she arched her back again to meet him, not forgetting to cry out in a small voice, "Don't stop... don't stop... faster... faster!" He, in turn, paid no heed to the sweat pouring down his face as if drenched in rain, beads of sweat flying everywhere, desperately teasing and moving. He would leave hot kisses and light sucks on her jade-like neck and earlobes, and even leave bite marks all over.
My mother also responded actively, growing more and more excited. Finally, with a long, drawn-out moan, she reached her peak. At the same time, Xia also arrived at the edge of his release, and with a muffled groan, he shot his hot stream deep into my mother's vagina.
After it was over, Xia lay tiredly on his back on the bed, his gaze fixed on my mother in the afterglow of their passion, the fire in the depths of his eyes gradually dying down. My mother, now naked, was nestled in his arms, her disheveled wavy hair covering half her face. After a while, Xia tenderly reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen over her eyes behind her ear, then kissed her red lips deeply. They savored the moment, reminiscing about the passionate love they had just shared. But what they didn't know was that I had seen it all.
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