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Chapter 39 – Fallen Mother
Time flew by. Nearly half a month had passed, and there was only a bit of summer vacation left before the new school term started. For every student, the start of school is a nightmare I was no exception. I finally finished my homework, but most of it was done carelessly. With my abilities, I was destined not to get into a good high school or university. But that was just my own judgment. I had a good mother she was the deputy mayor of Rongcheng. As long as we stayed in this city, she could get me into any top school or university. If she couldn't even do that, then her position as deputy mayor would be meaningless.
Still, I knew how strict she was. She'd never say this to me directly. She always taught me to rely on my own efforts. I understood this, but laziness seemed innate. Once it becomes a habit, it's hard to break, and I knew I was just like that.
When I was bored, I played games. Sometimes, even games didn't feel right. Seeing the voluptuous women in the games, my mind would wander, and I'd end up masturbating. Sometimes, I'd do it two or three times in a row. Each time, at the peak of pleasure, I didn't think of anything else, but afterward, I was filled with loneliness and emptiness. Every time, my mind would conjure up images of my mother her cold, beautiful face making me feel guilty.
But alongside that guilt, whenever I thought of her with Uncle Qi, I felt an inexplicable anger. I remembered that time when Mom wasn't home and Uncle Qi showed his true colors in my house. The memory left a deep impression, and several times, I even felt murderous intent. As Mom and Uncle Qi's relationship became official, that feeling only grew stronger because Uncle Qi was getting more and more overbearing.
For example, Uncle Qi had completely moved into our home. Every night, he and Mom slept in the same bed. For outsiders, this would be unimaginable, but it happened in my house. One was a high-ranking deputy mayor; the other, just her secretary and driver, a man in his forties, who seemed to have become the master of our home, occupying my mother. Where could I complain about this?
One day, as I was playing games, I heard the door open in the living room. Soon, someone came in. Mom came over, tapped the back of my head, and frowned: "Playing games again? Have you reviewed next semester's books?"
"I've reviewed a bit," I said.
She seemed satisfied. "After you're done, come help with dinner."
"Where's Uncle Qi?" I asked.
"He went out to eat with friends," Mom replied.
"Friends?" I gave a barely noticeable sneer but said nothing.
Mom left. After finishing my game, I put the computer to sleep and went to the kitchen. As I reached the doorway, I froze, unable to move, staring at Mom in the kitchen. She was squatting in front of the stove, searching for something, her back to me. My eyes were glued to her hips. She still wore her OL suit a women's blazer on top, a black skirt below. The thin skirt outlined her tight, round hips perfectly, her thighs and calves pressed together, exuding a sensuality.
She stood up after a while, still facing away, bending over to keep searching. Her round, full hips were right in my line of sight, the curves rich and full. Her long, beautiful legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, gleaming and pale.
I swallowed, a strange impulse rising. My lower abdomen felt a sudden heat, and my penis hardened more than ever before, pressing against my pants, both uncomfortable and pleasurable.
This was my mother, but also the woman I loved most. I had a secret crush, a forbidden love buried deep inside me that I couldn't tell anyone.
I was so entranced that I crept up behind her, like a thief. While she wasn't paying attention, I hugged her slender waist from behind, my crotch pressing against her thigh. I wanted to press against her hips, but I wasn't tall enough even with her bent over, I couldn't reach, which made me hate my height.
"Ah!" Mom cried out in surprise, snapping out of her trance and spinning around. She looked a bit flustered, but quickly calmed down when she saw it was me. She frowned: "Fan Fan, why do you walk so quietly? What were you doing just now?"
Faced with her sharp gaze, I suddenly thought of Uncle Qi and felt a surge of anger. I replied, "Nothing, just wanted to hug you."
She could always tell when I lied, so she saw through me at once. She wanted to say something but held back. "Be good, Fan Fan. Don't mess around. I'm looking for something."
Curious, I asked, "What are you looking for?"
She hesitated. "Don't worry about it. Go out. I'll call you when I find it."
"Two people can find it faster. You've been looking for ages and still haven't found it," I said.
She quickly caught my slip. "You've been watching for a long time?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. I wanted to act tough, but her sharp gaze made me uneasy, so I lowered my head and admitted it.
But she didn't get angry, just squatted down and kept looking. I breathed a sigh of relief and squatted next to her to help.
I didn't know what we were looking for, but I helped anyway. By chance, I found a ring in the corner of a cabinet under the stove. I picked it up and asked, "Mom, is this what you're looking for?"
She froze, then took the ring from my fingers. "Alright, go wash the vegetables. I'll cook."
She didn't explain, and I didn't dare ask. But I couldn't help thinking about the ring it looked very expensive, probably real gold. With Mom's personality and status, she wouldn't wear fakes.
But… who gave her the ring? I was sure she'd never worn rings before, or necklaces or bracelets she was a mayor, always in front of cameras. If she wore jewelry and was spotted by sharp-eyed netizens, it could cause trouble for her career. So she never courted trouble that way.
Now, though, she wore a gold ring who gave it to her? The only possibility was Uncle Qi. But he wasn't rich. Even his best suit cost only a few hundred yuan. How could he afford such a ring? I kept thinking about it but found no answer and didn't dare ask.
Mom put on an apron and started cooking. Her skills were as good as any housewife's maybe even better. Don't be fooled by her status; she balanced work and home perfectly. She was a strong woman, not just a pretty face.
While we were busy, the front door opened and someone called out, "Smells great, honey! What are you making let me…" Uncle Qi's voice cut off when he saw me helping Mom. He looked a bit awkward, clearly uncomfortable with me as a third wheel.
"Uncle Qi," I greeted politely.
"Oh, Xiao Fan, good kid, helping your mom cook. Other kids can't compare to you," he said blandly, then went to Mom's side.
He stood close to her, slipping his hand around her waist. He glanced at me, but I kept my head down, only watching from the corner of my eye, so he thought I didn't notice and grew bolder. His hand slid down to Mom's round, perky butt, squeezing it twice through her skirt.
Mom froze for a second, then nudged him away with her shoulder. But Uncle Qi said, "We're husband and wife now, what's the big deal?" He spoke softly, but I heard every word.
He didn't know how dark my expression was.
Mom finished five or six dishes and set them on the table. As usual, she and Uncle Qi sat together, and I sat across from them.
Uncle Qi looked at the food and praised, "Zihan, your cooking is amazing. Not only are you a great mayor, you cook better than a five-star chef!"
Mom glared at him and put a piece of meat in his bowl. "Shut your mouth."
Uncle Qi didn't eat right away.
"What's wrong?" Mom asked.
"I want to have a drink with you."
"…Fine. Fan Fan, get a bottle of red wine from the cabinet."
I fetched a bottle. Mom opened it and poured for Uncle Qi. He acted like a lord, letting Mom do everything.
Mom picked up her glass, but Uncle Qi quickly looped his arm through hers, raising his glass in a gesture like a wedding toast. I found it disgusting.
Mom glared at him again, but her eyes held a hint of playful annoyance, which made Uncle Qi melt.
I ate a little, then left the table. Uncle Qi asked if I'd had enough; I said yes and returned to my room.
Back in my room, I felt drained. Absentmindedly, I saw a fruit knife on the table.
That night, I heard waves of moans from Mom's bedroom. Numbly, I turned on the surveillance. The moment I did, my head filled with blood.
In the bedroom, Mom stood in front of her desk, the swivel chair pushed aside. Her naked body was exposed, hands on the desk, her tall, curvy figure flawless, long legs slightly bent, her hips high and round, the curves perfect in the dim light.
Behind her stood a naked man in his forties, grinning lewdly, his hard erection pointed at her perky butt, ready to attack.
Mom's black hair was pinned up, only her bangs left, making her look both elegant and domestic.
She seemed impatient, glancing back at Uncle Qi. "Are you coming or not? If not, I'm going to bed."
"I'm coming, honey, I'm going in," Uncle Qi said, grabbing his thick shaft and stepping forward.
The tip pressed against her soft, wet lips, and Mom moaned. Her hips lifted even higher, making the curve even more alluring.
Uncle Qi couldn't hold back. He thrust straight in, burying himself to the hilt.
Without pausing, he started thrusting hard.
"Slap slap slap slap…"
"Ah ah ah ah…"
The sounds of flesh and Mom's moans mingled. Her face flushed, her hair swayed, and her full breasts swung, waves of white flesh rippling.
Uncle Qi's hands gripped her hips, thrusting hard, wanting to shove his balls in too.
Watching, I felt both cold and excited, automatically stripping and masturbating.
That night, they went at it two or three times. Uncle Qi was tireless after one climax, he was ready again in ten minutes, flipping Mom over and pounding her until she came several times.
Doggy style was just one of many positions.
Once, Uncle Qi sat on the bed and made Mom sit on his lap. At first, she refused, but gave in to his pleading, sitting down and swallowing his shaft in her wet pussy. Facing each other, she wrapped her arms around his neck while he gripped her hips, groaning with pleasure as he continued to thrust.
He pounded hard, his shaft stirring her wetness, the sounds of flesh and fluids mixing.
He even stood behind her, thrusting into her while gripping her waist, his hips slamming her perky butt, the skin turning pink.
"Ah ah ah…" Mom moaned, lost in pleasure, her beautiful face dazed with ecstasy.
Uncle Qi's thrusts were fierce, his thick shaft stirring her like a magic staff.
"Ah… I'm coming… honey, I'm going to come…"
He sped up, toes pointed, thrusting faster and faster, finally slamming into her with a loud slap.
At that moment, his shaft was buried as deep as possible, his body shuddering as he came.
Mom's body trembled too, her head thrown back, lips parted, breathing hard, beautiful and seductive.
After a while, Uncle Qi pulled out with a pop. His shaft was covered by a thin condom, wet and messy.
Seeing this, I relaxed Mom wouldn't let him come inside her, not without protection.
Uncle Qi took off the condom, which was a third full of thick semen, and tossed it in the trash, then sat on the bed.
Mom stood up, glanced at his drooping shaft, frowned, and grabbed some tissues.
She wrapped his shaft in tissues. Uncle Qi said, "Good wife, you're the best, thank you."
Mom let go. "Wipe yourself."
She threw on a robe and left for the bathroom.
Uncle Qi's smile faded, turning cold.
"So cold and proud, but you still scream under me. Just wait, I'll train you. No matter how noble, you'll end up begging me for it!"
He muttered to himself.
Mom couldn't hear but I could.
I felt a chill.
That hidden thought in me revived.
Time passed. Soon, it was almost September, time for school to start. On registration day, Mom took me to school, waiting at the gate while I registered.
On the way home, I wanted to mention Uncle Qi but held back I didn't want her to know about the surveillance.
What I couldn't stand was that Uncle Qi grew more arrogant wearing expensive clothes, using a high-end iPhone, driving Mom's car to show off, getting more intimate with her at home, and ignoring me completely.
I had no status at home. Mom, in love, gradually neglected me.
At home, I shut myself in my room, thoughts churning.
On the first day of school, I told Mom I wanted to live at school. She was surprised but agreed, almost relieved.
Maybe with me gone, she and Uncle Qi could do as they pleased.
I threw myself into my studies. My grades improved, and the shadows faded. I even forgot about Mom and Uncle Qi for a while.
But whenever I saw Zhao Nan'er, I thought of Zhong Niu. If not for him, Mom wouldn't be with Uncle Qi, and life would be peaceful.
Now, I realized Zhong Niu wasn't as bad as Uncle Qi at least he was sincere, not as sinister.
One day, in the dorm, I saw a headline about the mayor of Rongcheng falling ill, the position soon to be vacant. Mom, I knew, would compete for it. I hoped she'd win.
Sure enough, people online discussed her mostly her beauty, but also her achievements and popularity.
When the holidays came, I rushed out of school and saw Mom's car at the gate. She looked as charming as ever, but more tired than before. I didn't ask.
On the way home, she forced a smile. "Fan Fan, what do you want to eat? I'll cook, or take you out."
"Anything's fine, Mom… you look tired."
"Maybe just busy at work," she said.
At home, I looked around no sign of Uncle Qi.
Mom saw my confusion. "He's gone back to his hometown."
I was puzzled.
She added coldly, "From now on, he's not your Uncle Qi. Pretend he never existed."
I was stunned.
I heard disappointment in her voice not toward me, but toward Uncle Qi.
What happened while I was gone?
After dinner, I locked myself in my room, opened the surveillance, and fast-forwarded to the start of term. The first few days, nothing happened, but with me gone, Uncle Qi got bolder. The house became their love nest, sweet and sticky, making me sick.
They had sex everywhere bedroom, living room, even the kitchen. With me away, Mom had no reason to refuse, and their relationship heated up.
But all things reach a peak and then decline.
A few days ago, Mom and Uncle Qi came home. Mom was dressed sexy and mature, her aura alluring. Uncle Qi pressed against her from behind, hands on her breasts, hard shaft grinding her hips, stoking her desire.
But Mom's face was cold. Suddenly, she pushed him away. Uncle Qi stumbled and fell.
He looked shocked and confused.
Before he could speak, Mom said coldly, "Pack your things and get out."
He was dumbfounded. "W-why?"
"You know why. Not just your friends, but your behavior disgusts me! I was sincere about being with you, but you know what you've done."
He panicked, trying to approach, but her icy gaze stopped him.
"And…" She folded her arms, regaining her authority. "Hand in your resignation tomorrow."
He was devastated.
Her words were final no room for argument.
His face turned dark and resentful, but Mom didn't care. "Let's part peacefully. Don't cause trouble, and I won't do anything to you. If you make a scene, don't blame me."
He had no options. Against a deputy mayor, he was powerless.
He stood, glared at her. "I've fucked you long enough, and you don't care at all?"
Mom blushed, then said coldly, "Pack your things and get out!"
He sneered, "Without me, who'll satisfy you? Will you do it yourself? A mayor, and I got to fuck you guess I got my money's worth."
He packed his things, face twisted with resentment, his true self revealed ugly and petty.
Watching the video, I felt sick.
He was all smiles on the surface, but a snake underneath.
But in the end, all he did was talk big he didn't dare do more.
He left, and Mom stayed cold. Afterward, she sat on the sofa, looking lost and sad, on the verge of tears.
But in my memory, Mom never cried not even after divorcing Dad. No matter how hurt, she never shed tears. She once told me, "Men don't cry easily; for me, I never cry. Only if my heart is truly shattered."
After Uncle Qi left, he and Mom were truly finished.
No Mom dumped him.
After that, he never appeared again, and I finally felt happy.
I'd grown dissatisfied with him. Seeing Mom break up with him, how could I not be glad? Though she was a bit down, I knew she'd recover she was strong.
And she did. In the days that followed, she never mentioned Uncle Qi, and neither did I. It was as if we'd erased him from our lives.
Time flew by a week passed.
I stopped living at school. With Uncle Qi gone, I felt relaxed at home no need to squeeze into a dorm.
As I expected, Mom gradually recovered, regaining her brilliance, once again the city's untouchable ice queen.
Online, talk of the new mayor grew, and Mom became a frontrunner. But to win, she'd need both ability and achievements.
She had the ability but would her record be enough to beat the bigwigs parachuted in from above?
I supported her, and seeing her lead in online polls only strengthened my belief she'd become mayor. Then I'd be the mayor's son free to do as I pleased.
A month passed. The National Day holiday arrived.
One night, Mom told me she'd be away for a few days, visiting a poor village near Rongcheng for an inspection. I nodded, promising to take care of myself.
She patted my head. "Fan Fan, you've really grown up."
"Of course. When I'm grown, I'll take care of you forever."
She smiled. "Good. When you're grown and earning, take care of me forever."
I nodded eagerly.
The next morning, she was gone, leaving a note saying she'd gone to a place called Lao Long Village.
Boom!
Thunder crashed outside, startling me. Soon, heavy rain began to fall, drumming on the windows.
I looked out, worried for Mom such heavy rain, gloomy weather. I hoped she'd be safe.
Alone at home, now in my third year of junior high, I could take care of myself. Bored, I wandered the house. The power went out, so I cursed the sky and wandered more.
Unconsciously, I found myself in Mom's bedroom, opening her closet. Some clothes were gone she must be planning a long trip. Some underwear was missing, too. Suddenly, I found a pair of her black lace panties and couldn't help picking them up.
That night, the rain still hadn't stopped. I called Mom to see if she'd arrived safely.
After a while, she answered.
"Mom!" I called.
"Ah!" she cried out in surprise.
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