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Chapter 37 – Fallen Mother
My heart suddenly began to beat faster, a mix of nervousness and a strange thrill. I couldn't quite explain why.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind…
In my imagination, a vivid erotic scene appeared: on Mom's wide bed, two people entwined one, the honest and simple Uncle Qi; the other, my incomparably beautiful mother.
The two of them didn't belong to the same class, not even the same level of education or culture the gap between them was as wide as that between a toad and a swan.
But at this moment, it seemed that the toad could really taste the swan's beauty. Just thinking about it made me crazy with jealousy, but at the same time, it was strangely exciting.
The bedroom was dimly lit. After hearing Mom's words, Uncle Qi couldn't wait to take off his pants, and in a flash, his underwear too. With a snap, his thick, hot erection sprang out.
He was already hard, that thick, hot rod standing straight, the swollen, steaming tip pointed right at Mom, the slit at the tip twitching as if showing off to my cool, beautiful mother.
Mom sat calmly at the edge of the bed, naturally seeing Uncle Qi's member. But she didn't resist, just sat there in silent calm. Compared to Uncle Qi's burning impatience, Mom was far too composed showing the difference in their status, like two parallel lines that could never meet, yet at this moment, they had finally crossed.
"Zihan, I… I really can't hold back anymore…" Uncle Qi couldn't help but grab his huge member with his left hand, slowly stroking it to ease the tension, the dragon ready to strike.
"Look at you," Mom scolded, shooting him a sidelong glance.
Then she turned, sitting fully on the bed and scooting back to the headboard. "Alright, come here."
"Oh! Oh!" Uncle Qi was overjoyed, but still asked, "R-really? I can?"
Mom replied impatiently, "If you're not coming, I'm going to sleep."
With that, she started to pull up the covers as if to go to bed. Uncle Qi let out a low, animalistic growl and could no longer restrain himself he pounced onto the bed and on top of Mom.
His movements were rough he landed on the bed, pressing down on Mom, his hands immediately wandering all over her voluptuous, delicate body. Just as the flames of passion were about to ignite, Mom suddenly cried out in pain, making Uncle Qi stop.
"What's wrong?" he asked quickly.
"You hit my foot…"
Uncle Qi was startled. "Sorry, sorry, Zihan, I didn't mean to, I was just… too, too impatient…"
Mom's brows were furrowed, but she wasn't really angry. "I know you didn't mean it."
"That's good, that's good."
"But, can you not be so impatient? If you keep this up, I'll kick you out."
"I won't, I won't, I promise," Uncle Qi said with a sheepish grin.
Mom gave a faint "Mm," then reached behind her to prop a pillow up at the headboard, leaning her fragrant back against it.
This time, Uncle Qi tried to suppress his impatience.
Mom's long, slender legs were together, while Uncle Qi knelt on the bed, his legs on either side of hers. In the dim light, Mom's exquisite body looked mysterious, her snowy skin reflecting a soft glow. Her full, round breasts rose and fell in the neckline of her purple nightdress, the deep cleavage white as jade, incredibly alluring.
"Zihan, I… I'm coming…" Uncle Qi said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Mom replied in a barely audible voice, "Mm… come on, be gentle…"
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes fluttered closed. Though she still seemed calm, I could tell even through the surveillance that she felt a bit nervous, maybe even excited.
Watching from my computer, my own heart was in my throat, staring at the screen, unable to look away.
Excited? Yes, but not completely. Maybe… anticipation? That seemed right.
Seeing Uncle Qi, a man in his forties, about to make love to Mom on the same bed, picturing their bodies joined, I couldn't help but feel a strange anticipation.
Unintentionally, my gaze fell on the wedding photo above the bed my parents' perfect match. I thought a lot, even about Dad. If it were Dad in that bed with Mom, I'd only feel excitement. But since it was Uncle Qi, I felt more anticipation than anything else.
The icy, beautiful queen was about to be joined with the simple, rustic Uncle Qi it was like watching a movie, the curtain slowly rising.
Without realizing, my own body was reacting, my erection growing hot and hard.
In the bedroom, Uncle Qi's hand slowly reached up to Mom's full, snowy breast, grasping it through her nightdress. He couldn't hold it all her breast was so round and full, the soft flesh spilling through his fingers.
This time, Uncle Qi really was gentle, not rough like before. He'd learned his lesson, trying not to hurt Mom, his movements soft and careful.
He squeezed her breast, then leaned down, clearly wanting to kiss her. But just as his lips were about to touch Mom's, she suddenly pushed his shoulder, leaving him confused.
"Let's… not do that," Mom said.
Uncle Qi looked disappointed but quickly let it go, kneeling upright and putting both hands on Mom's slender waist, gently caressing her. Mom, leaning against the headboard, arched her chest, one strap of her nightdress slipping down her arm, adding a touch of seductive charm.
Uncle Qi didn't linger on her waist for long. After a while, his hands slid down to her proud, round hips.
The hem of her nightdress was all lace, draping casually over her round thighs. Uncle Qi's hand landed on one cheek, squeezing her full flesh.
"Uh…" Mom moaned softly, her voluptuous body shivering.
Uncle Qi grinned, "That's gentle enough, right?"
"You… if you keep this up, we'll be here all night. Don't move, just kneel there."
Uncle Qi, a bit puzzled, knelt obediently. Mom withdrew her legs from between his, then turned to sit facing him, one hand on the bed, the other reaching out to grasp Uncle Qi's thick, hot erection.
"Oh…" Uncle Qi couldn't help but tilt his head back and moan, "Zihan, your hand… so soft, so comfortable…"
Mom ignored him, gently stroking his thick shaft up and down. His heavy balls swayed in the dark hair below.
"Ohhh…" Uncle Qi groaned even louder.
Of course, his hands weren't idle. He reached into Mom's nightdress, grabbing a full breast, the fabric rising and falling as he kneaded her noble, icy chest.
Mom's cheeks grew flushed in the dim, ambiguous light, her skin glowing.
Her rosy lips parted, her breathing quickening, a sign of arousal.
"Ahhh… so good… really so good…" Uncle Qi moaned uncontrollably. "Vice Mayor Su, your hand is so smooth, you're making my cock so hard…"
"Say that again?"
"Uh… I won't, I won't," Uncle Qi quickly apologized.
But Mom didn't stop. In fact, I noticed her cheeks grew even redder, perhaps because of Uncle Qi's crude words.
He said he wouldn't again, but it sounded more like a perfunctory promise, and Mom didn't seem to mind.
At that moment, Uncle Qi's rough hand was kneading Mom's breast, while the other slid down her smooth belly, inching up her nightdress, exposing her full, white hip. Soon, his hand was between her legs, exploring her most secret place.
Mom's brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't push his hand away, letting him continue.
Uncle Qi, seeing she didn't stop him, grew bolder, sliding a finger into her moist slit.
Mom tilted her head back, her eyes half-lidded, waves of emotion in her gaze, her black hair falling over her slender shoulder, mature and seductive.
Uncle Qi's finger moved in and out, slowly at first, not rough he seemed to know that being too rough wouldn't help, and that things should start slow.
In this, Uncle Qi wasn't too stupid. If he really went too far, I knew I'd hate him.
So, Mom helped Uncle Qi stroke his thick, hot shaft, making it even harder, while he fingered her, the two of them working together in a strange harmony.
"Uh… mm… mmm…" Gradually, Mom's soft lips parted, and she couldn't help but moan, sometimes sweet and gentle, sometimes low and urgent, a melody of pleasure.
Hearing Mom's moans, sweat beaded on Uncle Qi's forehead, his face flushed he was clearly at his peak of excitement.
"Zihan, I… I can't take it anymore… I want to go in…" Uncle Qi begged.
"Mm…" Mom murmured, letting go of his thick, hot shaft, then propped herself up, lifting her nightdress above her slender waist, finally lying down on the bed.
After she lay down, her long legs spread to either side, bent at the knees. Uncle Qi knelt between them, hands on her waist, his thick, proud shaft pressing against her already wet entrance.
"I… I'm going in…" Uncle Qi said softly.
"Okay."
And so, Uncle Qi slowly pressed his thick shaft into Mom's wet pussy, the plump lips parting to let him in, his hot, thick dragon gradually sinking into her.
"Uh… mm…" Mom's brows furrowed, a hint of pain on her face.
Uncle Qi was careful, moving slowly his shaft was so thick and hard, it seemed to stretch her open, making her arch her back.
"Don't dawdle… just… come in…" Mom said, her voice broken.
With a thrust, Uncle Qi pushed in.
"Ah!"
They both cried out Mom's voice tinged with pain, Uncle Qi's with pleasure.
"Don't… don't move…" Mom panted. "You're… too big…"
Uncle Qi stopped, waiting for her to adjust.
After a while, Mom said, "Okay, move."
"Really?"
"Stop stalling, just do it!" Mom's voice was stern, almost commanding.
Uncle Qi didn't dare wait he started thrusting.
"Slap… slap… slap…"
With each thrust, wet sounds echoed from where they joined.
"Mm… mmm…" Mom moaned, lying on her back, trying to suppress her voice. Even as a stunning ice queen, she still had some traditional reserve.
Her hands gripped the bed at her sides, not instinctively reaching to embrace Uncle Qi. Though they were together now, it would take time for Mom to fully accept him.
But that distance was shrinking, and they'd already started the journey.
Uncle Qi pressed down on Mom's perfect body, his thick, hot shaft buried deep in her, thrusting hard, water splashing, the room thick with the scent of sex.
"So good… so tight…" Uncle Qi panted as he moved, not stopping.
"Mm… ah… ah…"
"Slap… slap…"
They were fully joined, Uncle Qi's thin, almost monkey-like body pressed to Mom's voluptuous form, his thick shaft pounding her.
Spring was in full bloom.
At my computer, watching through the monitor, my own cock was already hard. I couldn't help but take off my pants, wrap some tissues around my shaft, and slowly stroke myself.
In my headphones, the sounds of Mom and Uncle Qi's panting filled my ears.
"Slap slap slap slap…"
Uncle Qi's thrusts grew more intense. If the start was just a warm-up, now he was truly charging ahead. With such a perfect body beneath him, he couldn't hold back.
"Ahhh… Vice Mayor Su… I'm going to speed up…" Uncle Qi said, still calling Mom by her title.
"Don't… ahh… don't… call me… ahh… Mayor…" Mom tried to speak, but her moans grew louder.
"Slap slap slap… ahh… I'm just going to call you Mayor…"
Uncle Qi pounded away.
"You… ahh…"
Mom tried to speak, but Uncle Qi's sudden acceleration cut her off.
The bedroom was filled with dim, ambiguous light, thick with the heat of passion, like a burning flame.
Uncle Qi knelt between Mom's raised legs, his thick shaft long enough to reach deep inside, only the last third exposed.
"Huff… huff…" Uncle Qi thrust hard and fast, like a pile driver. I couldn't understand how his thin body had so much strength.
"Mm… ah… mmm…"
Mom still tried to hold back, but her face was flushed, her eyes full of passion.
But she couldn't hold back for long.
"Ahhhhhh…"
Suddenly, Mom couldn't suppress it anymore and cried out.
Uncle Qi, hearing her cry, was spurred on, thrusting even harder, his thick shaft slamming into her.
"Ahh… gentle… Old Qi… ahh…"
But Uncle Qi was lost in pleasure, not hearing her, just pounding away, his thick shaft bullying Mom.
Watching through the monitor, my face was red, my own cock rock hard, wrapped in tissues, my left hand stroking up and down.
"So good… so good… Mayor… your body is so comfortable, so beautiful…" Uncle Qi moaned as he thrust.
His face was full of joy, while Mom's was flushed, beautiful and alluring, her lips parted, panting hard.
Her purple nightdress was pushed up to her waist, hanging loosely, sometimes covering her snowy hips, sometimes not, a shifting landscape of desire.
The straps on her shoulders had fallen, both sides, pulled down by Uncle Qi. Normally, Mom wouldn't let him, but now her mind was hazy, not caring.
Her nightdress was open at the chest, exposing her full, proud breasts, one nipple bright red, the other half-covered by lace, half-hidden, half-revealed, incredibly tempting.
With each thrust, her breasts bounced, waves of white flesh rolling.
Suddenly, Uncle Qi sped up.
"Ahh… oh, slap slap slap…"
"Ah, no… gentle… too hard… ahhh…"
"Slap slap slap…"
Uncle Qi seemed to be making a final charge, thrusting rapidly, his thick shaft pounding Mom's wet pussy, her breasts bouncing wildly.
Finally, Uncle Qi cried out, his face full of pleasure. I wondered was he about to come? So soon?
But he stopped, panting hard, sweat beading on his face. He looked tired at last, his thin body spent. Still, he wasn't satisfied.
He looked at Mom, reached out to grab her breasts, kneading them hard, his thick shaft still buried in her.
Mom seemed dazed, her hands limp at her sides. After Uncle Qi had his fill of her breasts, she finally reacted.
But she didn't stop him, letting him enjoy her body. Gradually, she started to moan again, her round hips lifting off the bed, her pelvis twisting as she adjusted to his size.
Uncle Qi's face was full of lust and greed, his hands squeezing her huge breasts through the silk nightdress, showing just how big they were.
He seemed obsessed, kneading her for several minutes without moving below, until Mom grew impatient.
"Old Qi, it's late. How long are you going to drag this out?" Mom's tone was cold.
Uncle Qi smiled. "A beautiful night, a beauty in my arms I have to cherish it… Mayor, your breasts are so soft and big, I can't hold them with one hand."
A flash of coldness passed through Mom's eyes, but quickly faded. "If you don't hurry up, I'll turn off the lights and sleep. If my son hears, I won't forgive you."
"Um…" Uncle Qi said carefully, "But you were the loudest…"
"You!"
Mom glared at him. "Then… aren't you going to hurry up?"
"I want to, but it's always the same position…" he muttered. "You're not cooperating, it's not fun."
"So what do you want?"
"How about… we try a few different positions?"
"You!"
Mom glared again, about to get angry, but didn't. After a moment, she said, "…Fine, what do you want?"
Uncle Qi's face lit up. "Could you kneel up? I want to do it from behind."
Doggy style?
I was stunned at my computer.
That was bold asking Mom to kneel, arch her hips, and take him from behind. With her pride, how could she agree?
Even if she'd accepted being with him, I didn't think she'd agree.
Sure enough, she didn't.
"Old Qi, do you think I'm like those other women?" Mom's face was cold.
Uncle Qi quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I didn't mean that, I just…"
"Just what?"
"It's just that always doing it the same way is boring, so I thought…"
"Boring or not, I won't agree to your unreasonable request."
Seeing her firm attitude, Uncle Qi didn't dare push, only smiled sheepishly. "Okay, okay, I respect your wishes."
Seeing him back down, Mom's face softened. "Alright, just hurry up and finish. I have to work tomorrow."
"Okay, okay…" Uncle Qi replied meekly.
His thick shaft was still inside her, not withdrawn, and he began to move again, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until Mom's moans became impossible to suppress.
"Slap slap slap slap…"
"Ahh… mmm… ahh…" Mom's red lips parted, moaning again.
This time, for some reason, Uncle Qi's thrusts were even faster than before, and Mom's moans flowed without pause, rising and falling, forming a melody of passion.
As they reached another climax, my own cock hardened again, and I continued stroking.
My feelings were complicated happy that Mom still had some boundaries with Uncle Qi, but sad, because who could say about the future?
And Uncle Qi surely wouldn't be satisfied with just one position. With a beauty like Mom, what man would settle for just missionary?
Uncle Qi pounded away, panting, but refused to stop.
"Slap slap slap… slap slap slap…"
His hips slapped Mom's round, perky buttocks, the sound sharp and intense.
"Ahhh… Old… Old Qi…" Mom's breasts bounced wildly, unable to resist his thrusts.
Uncle Qi didn't care, just kept pounding, driving toward climax.
After about ten minutes, he finally tired and stopped for a moment but not for long. He grabbed Mom's legs, lifted them together toward the ceiling.
Now, the place where they were joined was fully exposed, Mom's hips lifted, her big butt even rounder, tinged with pink.
Her long, round legs were pressed together and up, her hips lifted, incredibly seductive. As soon as Uncle Qi did this, Mom realized, but it was too late he started thrusting again.
"Slap slap slap slap…"
Uncle Qi's hairy hips slammed into Mom's soft flesh, holding her legs so she couldn't escape or resist.
"Ah… Old Qi… what are you doing… let go…" Mom cried.
Uncle Qi said nothing, just thrust harder, his eyes flashing with a hardness I'd never seen before almost frightening.
He ignored her cries, just kept pounding, wet sounds and slaps echoing, Mom's pussy already a mess.
Suddenly, Mom let out a high-pitched scream, her body shuddering. Uncle Qi quickly pulled out, and a stream of liquid gushed from Mom, soaking the sheets.
"Ah… ah…" Mom's moans faded, growing weak.
Uncle Qi looked shocked. As Mom tried to speak, he suddenly thrust back in, even more fiercely.
"No… Old Qi… let me rest… ah…"
"Slap slap slap…"
Uncle Qi gave her no chance to rest, pounding away, this time lowering her legs to his sides and pressing his body to hers, their chests pressed together, tangled tightly.
Mom's beautiful, voluptuous body was snowy white, her purple lace nightdress bunched at her waist. Uncle Qi pressed down, hands under her back, hugging her tight, thrusting wildly.
"Ahh… stop… Old Qi… ahh…"
"No… Mayor… ahh… I want to fuck you… fuck you hard…" Uncle Qi shouted, pounding the cold, proud Mom, saying wild things.
"Slap slap slap…"
He thrust again and again, his thick shaft stirring her depths, his thin chest pressing her breasts flat, the flesh spilling out, incredibly seductive.
"Ahh… so good… coming… Mayor… I'm coming…" Uncle Qi cried.
"No… don't come inside… ahh…"
"Don't… ahh…"
"Ahhh…"
They both screamed, so loud I could hear even through my headphones and the walls.
Almost at once, Uncle Qi's hips jerked, Mom's body trembled, her hands wrapping around his sweaty back. They climaxed together, intense and hot.
At that moment, I came too, a jet of white semen spraying onto my desk, followed by a wave of emptiness.
I was silent. In the other room, Mom and Uncle Qi clung to each other, breathing heavily, savoring the aftermath.
Mom, covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face full of charm, stray hair sticking to her forehead, adding a lazy allure.
They held each other tightly, inseparable, while my heart ached, hard to describe.
Seeing that plain, forty-something Uncle Qi pressed on top of my stunning mother it was like a toad eating swan meat, and I couldn't stop it. My heart felt stabbed.
I took off my headphones, wiped myself clean, and was about to turn off the computer.
But just as I was about to shut it down, Uncle Qi did something I never expected.
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