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Chapter 38 – Fallen Mother
Uncle Qi's next move truly shocked me. While Mom was still exhausted and not paying attention, Uncle Qi suddenly kissed her on the lips.
Mom's lips were not something just anyone could kiss. In fact, Uncle Qi had tried several times before to kiss her, but Mom always avoided it, showing how much she resisted. Yet, to my surprise, Uncle Qi seized the opportunity.
Not only was I surprised even Mom didn't expect it.
What disgusted me even more was that this wasn't a gentle kiss. Uncle Qi practically devoured her, prying open her soft lips with his tongue, taking advantage to slip his tongue deep into her mouth, their saliva mixing, his tongue wantonly stirring inside, making audible sucking noises.
"Mm… mm…" Mom's lips were sealed by his, and she could only make such sounds.
Uncle Qi showed no tenderness, kissing her fiercely and possessively.
Mom tried to push him away by bracing her hands against his shoulders, but Uncle Qi was pressing his body down on her so she couldn't budge him. He was determined, refusing to let go.
Gradually, Mom's initial resistance faded. Her beautiful, pale body slowly relaxed, her hands moving from pushing to embracing, her arms wrapping around Uncle Qi's neck, sometimes gently caressing him.
My heart ached even more. I never thought things would come to this. I used to think that Mom being with Uncle Qi was at least better than being with Zhong Niu.
But seeing a plain, forty-something Uncle Qi pressing my noble, beautiful mother beneath him was a nerve-wracking shock I couldn't accept.
In my heart, Mom was still sacred, untouchable.
I didn't want to accept this reality.
Yet, reality was right in front of me, forcing me to accept it.
I silently took a pack of cigarettes from my drawer. I'd never really smoked, just bought them to try once and found them unpleasant. But now, I wanted to numb myself.
But I was wrong. After two puffs, I didn't feel numb only more awake.
And that clarity made me notice that Uncle Qi's thick member was still inside Mom, not pulled out. At their tightly joined flesh, milky semen mixed with love juices was oozing out.
That wasn't all. What shocked me even more…
As Uncle Qi was wildly kissing and tasting Mom's sweet lips, his hips suddenly lifted, pulling his thick, hot shaft two-thirds out of her. I thought he was about to pull out, but then he plunged back in, driving his thick rod deep into Mom's drenched, messy pussy.
"Mm…"
Mom moaned, louder than before, her beautiful eyes showing surprise she clearly hadn't expected this.
Could it be…
Uncle Qi was hard again?
I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. He'd just climaxed he should be soft, or at least need some time before getting hard again.
I had to admit, Uncle Qi was truly gifted in this regard, only a bit inferior to Zhong Niu.
Mom was clearly out of breath, but at that moment, Uncle Qi finally released her lips, giving her a chance to gasp for air. Her full breasts heaved violently, her beautiful, icy face now covered in fragrant sweat, her hair damp and clinging, adding a mature, seductive charm.
"Ah… ah…" Mom couldn't help but moan twice.
Uncle Qi's thick, hot shaft had started thrusting in her again.
Mom frowned, her lips parted, complaining, "How… ah… how did you get hard again so fast…"
Uncle Qi just grinned, saying nothing, wrapping his arms around her neck and thrusting hard.
"Ah… don't… not so fast…"
"Old Qi… gentler… ah, ah…"
Uncle Qi showed no restraint, ravishing Mom with a second round, even more ferocious than the first. Though he looked thin and bony, he was unexpectedly vigorous, making Mom cry out again and again.
Soon, Uncle Qi grew dissatisfied with the position. Taking advantage of Mom's inattention, he lifted one of her long, beautiful legs over his shoulder, shifting her from lying on her back to lying on her side, her long, round legs pressed together. Uncle Qi knelt behind her, thrusting hard.
With the new position, Uncle Qi became even more energetic.
He thrust powerfully, his hips slamming into Mom's full, perky buttocks, each impact sending ripples through her flesh, her snowy skin flushing red.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap…"
Uncle Qi's fierce thrusts filled the room with the sound of flesh striking flesh. He was lost in pleasure, unable to stop, feeling like the happiest man in the world as he conquered the proud, icy beauty. A sense of conquest welled up inside him.
As he pounded her, he reached to grab one of Mom's full, round breasts, kneading it, making her soft flesh change shape, incredibly enticing.
Uncle Qi knelt behind Mom, thrusting like a pile driver, his hips slamming into her peachy buttocks, the sound echoing, Mom's whole body shaking, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
The bedroom was filled with the scent of sex, passion thick in the air, Mom's high moans like music. Uncle Qi soon reached another climax.
This time, he came inside Mom from behind.
From start to finish, Uncle Qi barely pulled out, the two of them tangled together, inseparable. By the end, Mom's body was trembling, limp as mud.
Uncle Qi panted heavily, finally exhausted, drenched in sweat, collapsing behind Mom, still in the spooning position.
On that big bed, after two rounds of battle, both were spent. Mom's beautiful face was still flushed, her hair a mess no one would imagine that this was the city's most dazzling ice queen, and that the man behind her was a plain, skinny, forty-something man a stark contrast.
I don't know how much time passed before Mom recovered, patting Uncle Qi's butt and saying weakly, "Take your thing out."
Uncle Qi, also exhausted, pulled out his thick shaft.
As soon as he did, a stream of milky fluid mixed with love juices flowed from Mom, soaking the sheets.
Uncle Qi was too tired to move, but Mom still got up, her voluptuous body swaying as she left the bedroom for the bathroom. At this point, I shut off my computer. There was nothing more to see this was Mom's choice, and I had to respect it.
I just didn't know if Uncle Qi would be good to Mom in the future.
…
The next day, I slept until around eleven. In the living room, I found a note from Mom, reminding me to eat lunch and finish my summer homework.
Only then did I realize there was just a month left before school started.
The hot summer made it hard to focus, but I forced myself to do my homework.
Around two or three in the afternoon, the living room door suddenly opened. I was surprised was Mom back? She shouldn't be home this early.
I was hesitant to go out, so I checked the surveillance. On the sofa, I saw someone lying down it was Uncle Qi.
It was him!
I relaxed, thinking it was a burglar at first.
But wait! Why was he back so early?
He was Mom's secretary if Mom wasn't home, why was he here?
He soon answered with his actions.
Uncle Qi kicked off his shoes, lay on the sofa, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV, acting totally at home unlike before.
He even lit a cigarette, puffing away.
I remembered him saying he didn't smoke, but now he looked like a chain-smoker.
Uncle Qi's image in my mind collapsed.
Honest? Loyal?
It was all an act.
I sneered inwardly.
But that wasn't the worst part. The most disgusting thing was when Uncle Qi picked his nose and wiped it on his sock truly revolting.
He seemed like a different person, and my goodwill vanished, replaced by disgust.
Uncle Qi, oblivious, lounged on the sofa, smoking and watching TV, acting like he owned the place, not caring if I was there.
I wanted to rush out and kick him out, but I was also a bit afraid.
Soon, Uncle Qi got up and headed toward the bedrooms. Panicked, I shut off the computer and lay down, pretending to sleep. The door opened with a click.
I lay there, tense and terrified.
I felt someone standing behind me, breathing down my neck, just watching me it was unbearable.
It had to be Uncle Qi!
He said nothing, just stood there.
At the peak of my fear, he bent down and patted my face. I kept pretending to sleep. Uncle Qi laughed and said, "Xiao Fan, are you asleep?"
I almost answered, but held back, still pretending.
Uncle Qi, seeing I didn't wake, laughed again, "Still a little fool."
He left, or so I thought. I heard the door close and only dared open my eyes after a long time.
But then I was startled.
Uncle Qi hadn't left he was still in the room, sitting on a chair across from my bed, smiling at me.
At that moment, Uncle Qi made me feel deeply uneasy.
Our eyes met. I clenched my teeth, trying to stay calm, but slowly sat up.
"Xiao Fan, you tricked me you weren't asleep," Uncle Qi said, smiling.
I feigned confusion, "Uncle Qi, when did you come in? I didn't notice. When did you get back? Where's my mom?"
I played dumb, my specialty.
Uncle Qi was surprised at my composure.
He couldn't guess my thoughts he didn't know about the surveillance. Unless he figured that out, he'd never see through me.
I hadn't told Mom, but that didn't mean I was stupid.
Uncle Qi smiled, "I wasn't feeling well, so your mom insisted I come back and rest. I couldn't refuse. Xiao Fan, what do you want for dinner? I'll cook."
I said anything was fine. He reminded me to do my homework, then left.
Only after he left did I relax.
Uncle Qi changed so fast, I couldn't figure him out.
"Mom, don't let him fool you…" I sighed inwardly.
…
Around six, Uncle Qi finished his chores and took me downstairs, where Mom's car was waiting. I sat in the back, Uncle Qi in the front passenger seat.
Mom's favorite music played as she started the car and drove us out of the complex.
It was summer, so it was still light out, though the streetlights were on. The car was cool, but I felt awkward with Uncle Qi there, so I played on my phone.
Still, I caught Uncle Qi's gaze out of the corner of my eye he was staring at Mom.
His gaze was greedy and full of desire, like a snake.
Mom wore her usual professional attire a black blazer over a white shirt, her full chest stretching the fabric tight, the outline proud and high. From Uncle Qi's angle, he could probably see the side of her breast, and he was clearly enjoying the view.
Below, she wore a black skirt, hugging her hips, the curve of her bottom outlined perfectly. Her legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, her calves shapely and soft.
Mom didn't wear heels while driving, just little leather shoes. She sat upright, eyes on the road, her beautiful face cold and meticulous, exuding mature charm.
No matter when, Mom was always noble and cool, with her own unique aura.
Uncle Qi stared without blinking, then let his gaze fall to her legs, the stockings making them look even longer and more beautiful. If I hadn't been there, he might have reached out.
But he didn't dare with me there.
Still, I wondered if I weren't around, would Uncle Qi try something?
Who could say?
Soon, Mom parked in front of a hotel. We got out. I was used to places like this Mom often brought me to such places as a city official. But Uncle Qi looked surprised.
Inside, the manager greeted us and led us to a private room upstairs.
The room was luxurious. Uncle Qi looked uneasy.
"Old Qi, you order," Mom said, handing him the menu.
He waved his hands, "No, no, anything I order won't be good. You order."
Mom didn't insist, casually browsing the menu and asking what Uncle Qi liked, which surprised him. I felt a bit left out Mom never asked my opinion.
The food arrived quickly. I ate in silence.
During dinner, Uncle Qi was eager to please, doing everything to serve Mom peeling shrimp, picking out food, making sure everything was just right. I saw Mom's cold face occasionally soften with satisfaction.
Clearly, Uncle Qi was taking good care of her.
Mom hinted she wanted a drink, and Uncle Qi immediately ordered red wine, and not the cheap kind. I sneered he wasn't paying, so of course he could ask.
I felt a strange dislike for Uncle Qi.
The two drank, but Uncle Qi gulped his wine, not at all refined. Mom said, "Drink slower, you'll choke."
Uncle Qi grinned, "I've never had red wine before, so I wanted to try more."
Mom asked, "You like it?"
He nodded shyly.
Mom said, "Then take a few bottles home later."
Both Uncle Qi and I were surprised.
Uncle Qi was shocked, "That's too much. Each bottle is over two thousand."
Mom replied, "If you like it, what's two thousand? It's settled."
Uncle Qi was touched, looking at Mom with genuine affection. "You're so good to me."
Mom smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes, but quickly composed herself when she noticed me.
"Eat," Mom said, sitting up straight, her expression serious, no longer chatting with Uncle Qi.
Uncle Qi's face was full of joy, barely able to contain himself.
In such a fancy place, Uncle Qi made a few mistakes dipping things he shouldn't, eating things plain that needed sauce but Mom didn't correct him, just smiled.
What annoyed me most was when Mom gently wiped oil from Uncle Qi's mouth with a napkin, her eyes soft and loving enough to make any man weak.
Uncle Qi was clearly surprised by her tenderness, then said emotionally, "Wife, you're so good to me."
"Don't call me that," Mom said, glancing at me. "Watch it, my child is here."
"Okay, okay…" Uncle Qi agreed.
I pretended not to notice, but my heart felt stabbed.
Dinner passed slowly for me, but finally ended. Uncle Qi had drunk a lot, and Mom had to help him out.
He was a mess, a little drunk, and a valet opened the car door. Mom helped him into the car; I sat up front with her.
As she drove, Mom finally relaxed. I watched her, but saw no impatience her beautiful face even showed a hint of a smile.
I didn't know what to say. My feelings were complicated, because what this meant was obvious.
As Mom drove, Uncle Qi snored in the back, making me restless.
Mom suddenly asked, "Fan Fan, are you upset?"
I said, "No, Mom, you're overthinking."
Mom said, "If something's bothering you, don't keep it in. I'm your mother, your closest person. If even you don't trust me, I wouldn't know who to trust."
I was silent.
Her tone was tired, with a hint of insecurity, making me feel for her.
I took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mom, don't worry. Even if the whole world doesn't trust you, I always will."
Mom smiled, so beautiful it made me dizzy.
Seeing her smile, I smiled too.
But Uncle Qi's snoring quickly brought me back to reality.
A shadow settled over my heart.
When we got home, Mom and I helped Uncle Qi to bed. He slept like a pig. I didn't know what to say, and Mom told me to rest.
I showered, then went to my room and checked the surveillance. I saw Mom undressing Uncle Qi, covering him with a blanket, taking care of him.
Don't be fooled by her cold exterior inside, she was warm and caring.
I turned off the monitor and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept. Groggy, I got up to pee, and as I was returning, I heard a moan.
That moan woke me up.
It wasn't Mom's.
It was Uncle Qi's.
Startled, I followed the sound to the living room.
I crept down the dark hallway, not afraid of being seen.
At the end of the hall, I peeked into the living room. On the sofa, Uncle Qi was leaning back, hands behind his head, face full of pleasure. I was puzzled he was alone, so why so happy?
Where was Mom?
As if to answer, I saw a head of long, black hair between Uncle Qi's legs. Then a face lifted up it was Mom.
I was stunned.
I never thought they'd be in the living room…
And what shocked me most was that Mom was using her mouth to pleasure Uncle Qi.
How did this happen?
Uncle Qi should have been sleeping like a log how was he awake, and in the living room?
I didn't know how long I'd slept, only that I felt a mix of anger, jealousy, and a strange, thrilling excitement.
Uncle Qi sat like a king, while Mom knelt between his legs, her soft lips working his huge shaft, taking it into her mouth and letting it out, making Uncle Qi moan with pleasure.
Mom wore a white blouse, her back's graceful curve visible, and a tight black skirt that hugged her peach-shaped bottom, forming a perfect, round curve that no man could resist.
I was stunned my noble, icy mother, kneeling between Uncle Qi's legs, sucking his cock. The image was both erotic and unbelievable.
A noble mayor, and just a forty-something secretary such a gap in age, status, and position.
But that gap made it even more exciting.
Mom's mouth made slurping sounds, clear in the quiet living room, making me imagine what she looked like.
Moonlight from the balcony bathed the room in silver.
Uncle Qi enjoyed Mom's service, face full of pleasure. He reached to touch her head, but Mom slapped his hand away.
He didn't mind, just enjoyed it more. "Mayor, your mouth is so tight… oh… you suck so well…"
"Don't talk," Mom's cold voice said.
Uncle Qi fell silent, still enjoying her exquisite service.
I watched from the hallway, eyes wide, seeing Mom grip Uncle Qi's hot shaft, licking it with her tongue. Every time her tongue flicked over him, Uncle Qi shivered with pleasure.
She licked not just the shaft but the head, making him shudder even more.
Mom used her soft lips to pleasure him, sending Uncle Qi to heaven, while my heart sank lower. I wanted to rush out and stop them.
Then Uncle Qi sat up, bent over, and grabbed Mom's full butt through her skirt, kneading it, making her moan softly.
Mom spat out his shaft and said, "What are you doing?"
Uncle Qi replied, "You help me, I help you. We're husband and wife, aren't we?"
Mom, facing me, so I couldn't see her expression, said with a hint of mock anger, "When did I say we're married? Did I agree?"
Uncle Qi grinned, "I take it as a yes."
Mom said, "Can you not be so shameless? Were you always like this? Was it all an act?"
Uncle Qi quickly said, "No, I'm sincere, not pretending."
He smiled, "Besides, it's just us here, so I'm only like this with you."
"You're getting bolder."
"And this thing is getting bigger."
"Is that so? I'll break it off," Mom threatened.
Uncle Qi wasn't scared. "If you do, there'll be nothing left to eat… Mayor, please, lick it more, I feel like I'm about to come."
Mom, still facing away from me, bent down again, taking his huge, hot shaft into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, making Uncle Qi gasp and tremble.
He was lost in pleasure, unable to stop.
At the same time, he lifted Mom's skirt, exposing her snowy, round hips to the air, making the living room even more charged with lust.
Mom's long legs were wrapped in black stockings, the tops reaching her white thighs, adding mature allure.
She wore mid-rise silk panties, her round hips perfectly outlined, peach-shaped and extremely enticing in the moonlight.
Uncle Qi grabbed her butt, his callused hands kneading her soft flesh.
At first, one hand, then both.
Their position was set Mom kneeling, pleasuring him with her mouth, Uncle Qi sitting, groping her round hips.
The living room was a scene of debauchery, the atmosphere burning.
Uncle Qi played with Mom's round butt, then bunched her panties into a thong, wedging it between her cheeks, making it disappear.
Mom moaned, spat out his shaft, and glared at him.
Uncle Qi wasn't embarrassed, and Mom didn't get angry, just said, "Don't go too far," then continued, stroking him with her hand and licking him.
From the dark hallway, I watched, feeling both angry and strangely excited.
Uncle Qi's hands were restless, his fingers slipping into the crack between Mom's cheeks, making her shiver and twist her body.
I don't know how long it lasted, but Mom's breathing grew faster, and Uncle Qi's moans louder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming…" Uncle Qi moaned, "Good wife… I'm going to come…"
Mom took her lips off his shaft, stroking him with her hand, his cock hard as iron.
"I'm coming… going to shoot… good wife… I'll come for you…" Uncle Qi neared climax, pleasure building.
"Come on… my good husband… do it…" Mom replied.
Her words seemed to have magical power "good husband" was like an aphrodisiac, instantly pushing Uncle Qi over the edge.
He couldn't hold back, losing control.
His beastly moans echoed in the living room.
I stayed silent, not daring to make a sound.
Uncle Qi came hard, and in the dim moonlight, I couldn't see Mom's face, only that she took tissues from the table to wipe him clean.
Uncle Qi panted, chest heaving, watching Mom tenderly wipe him down this noble, icy mayor. He was deeply satisfied.
"Good wife, you're so good to me," Uncle Qi said.
"If I'm good to you, you have to be good to me."
"Of course I will!" Uncle Qi swore, "If I'm not, may I be struck by lightning and die."
Seeing his serious face, Mom shook her head and said, "Alright, you've had your fun, time for bed."
She bent to pick up his pants, and as she did, her round, perky hips were exposed to Uncle Qi, the ultimate aphrodisiac. Uncle Qi leapt up, hugging her from behind, his softening shaft pressing between her cheeks.
Mom, rising, said sternly, "Enough. If you keep this up, I'll get angry."
Hearing this, Uncle Qi reluctantly stopped, though he still looked unsatisfied.
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