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Chapter 45 – Fallen Mother
I followed Mom into his room.
"From now on, Old Jiao will live with us, understand?" Mom said, as if informing me, not asking. I never had much status at home; once Mom decided something, I could only accept it.
So, from then on, Old Jiao lived in our house.
As the days passed, my summer vacation drew to a close. My mind was filled only with homework. When the school term started, Mom took me to register. To my surprise, she signed me up for boarding, meaning I couldn't come home every day Monday to Thursday I'd live at school, only returning Friday afternoon.
I didn't know why Mom made this arrangement, but I had no choice but to accept it. Because of this, I hardly focused in class, and my grades visibly dropped.
The more I thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
A few weeks later, one day I skipped class and secretly went home. It was almost evening, but to my surprise, Mom wasn't there. The house was the same as when I left, but it felt different. Suddenly, I saw a wad of tissue under the sofa and walked over.
I picked it up, unfolded it, and sniffed. My brow furrowed immediately.
The next moment, I rushed into the bedroom, locked the door, turned on the computer, and opened the surveillance system. I'd never removed the cameras they'd been running for weeks, though I hadn't checked them until today.
I put on headphones and sat in darkness, the only light from the screen. I opened the footage from after I'd left home, focusing on the camera in Old Jiao's room he was the "main character" now.
Old Jiao no longer wore his shabby clothes; Mom had taken him shopping for new ones. The first night, after showering, he returned to his room in pajamas, visibly uncomfortable, and soon took off his top. He looked skinny, like a monkey, sitting on the bed excited, restless, hard to describe.
Nothing happened that first night.
The next morning, Old Jiao got up Mom had already left, leaving a note. But Old Jiao muttered (he seemed illiterate) and tossed the note in the trash. Breakfast was on the table.
Alone, he was casual rolling up his pants, feet on the sofa, lounging around like a rascal. His crude behavior, seen through the camera, disgusted me.
I didn't know what to think, but the tissue and my being sent to board made me suspect something was going on.
But the next few days were uneventful.
Until two days before school started.
That night, after dinner, Old Jiao was in his room. He furtively took out a pair of purple lace panties from his pocket and sniffed them deeply, lost in pleasure. Unable to resist, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick rod, and began to stroke himself.
He got a bit hard, but far less than usual.
Just then, Mom walked in and caught him. Old Jiao panicked, trying to hide, but it was too late.
"Girl, I… I…" he tried to explain.
Mom said nothing, didn't get angry, just closed the door behind her, walked over, and squatted in front of him. She reached out with her pale hand, grabbed his thick, fierce rod, and began to stroke it.
Old Jiao was stunned.
"Girl…"
"Don't talk," Mom said coldly.
Old Jiao fell silent.
Even with Mom's help, Old Jiao didn't finish that night.
"My… my thing… is it broken?" he almost cried.
"Don't worry, I'll help you get better," Mom said.
"But… but I can't… finish!"
"You will."
Nothing else happened that night, but I was shocked Mom's personality seemed to have changed.
The third night, the night before I left for school, Old Jiao sat nervously in his room. When Mom appeared on the video, I was stunned and so was Old Jiao. Mom was stunning.
She wore a sheer white blouse, almost all the buttons undone to her waist, her huge breasts nearly bursting out, contained only by a pink lace bra. Below, a tight black skirt, hem at her upper thighs, her legs round and white in black stockings.
Mom was breathtaking, mature, and seductive, like a ripe peach. Old Jiao was completely transfixed. So was I.
This was pure uniform temptation! What was going on with her?
I stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
Mom approached Old Jiao, her icy face showing a faint smile. "Old Jiao, stand up."
He numbly stood.
Mom bent down and pulled down his pants.
"Oh…" Old Jiao trembled all over.
Mom's hands grabbed his thick rod, which instantly sprang up, hard as iron. Her red lips, like flames, leaned to his ear and whispered something I couldn't hear, but I could see Old Jiao become wildly excited.
Mom began stroking his rod, at first gently, then faster. Old Jiao stood on tiptoe, hands on her shoulders, hips thrusting.
"Oh oh oh…" he moaned, moving as if thrusting.
"Mm… uh…" Mom moaned softly, as if encouraging him.
This time, it lasted a full thirty minutes. With a wild howl, Old Jiao finally came like a water gun, spraying everywhere, staining Mom's tight blouse and even her beautiful face, making her look even more stunning.
Mom took tissues and carefully wiped him clean, using many sheets.
"All right, go wash up," she said, then left the room.
Old Jiao sat on the bed, panting, sweating, but grinning with satisfaction.
I lay in my chair, thunderstruck.
I checked the video timestamp this had happened a while ago, but watching it now, it felt fresh.
I rested for a long time.
Then I fast-forwarded to the night I started boarding school.
…
That night, after dinner, Old Jiao, both excited and nervous, showered, scrubbing his "dragon" with soap, then waited in his room.
Time passed slowly. At last, the door opened, and a beautiful mature woman entered.
At that moment, Old Jiao felt a fire rise in his loins.
Mom entered, dressed differently than before.
She wore a tight blue chiffon top, her chest about to burst out full, round, and high, her whole upper body on display, a soft waist, wide hips, tight shorts, and long snow-white legs, flawless and smooth.
Mom's tall, curvy, voluptuous body was a shock to Old Jiao's heart.
He gaped, wanting to reach out but not daring his desire only grew.
Old Jiao's throat worked, eyes bulging with lust.
This time, he didn't hesitate he rushed up and hugged Mom.
"Be gentle!" Mom protested.
"Girl… I… I can't take it…"
"No!"
"Why not? I want you!"
Old Jiao was crazed, one hand gripping her waist, the other kneading her full breasts through the thin top, squeezing them into all sorts of shapes.
"Don't…" Mom gasped.
But Old Jiao was beyond reason, hands roaming her body, mouth kissing her neck.
His crotch, already a tent, pressed between Mom's thick thighs, thrusting eagerly.
Mom's clothes became disheveled, buttons undone, her chest exposed, the black lace bra holding her proud breasts, deep cleavage on display.
She tried to push him away, but he clung to her. Finally, she gave up resisting.
Then Old Jiao grabbed her legs and lifted her up; Mom gasped and instinctively hugged his neck.
He carried her to the bed.
Without delay, he stripped off her shorts. At first, Mom didn't notice, but by the time she did, it was too late.
"Beautiful! So beautiful!" Old Jiao was awestruck by her.
He grabbed his rod and tried to enter her, but couldn't find the way in, growing frantic.
Mom sat up, sighed, and guided him in with her hand.
"Oh… it's in… so warm… I'm really in…"
"Ah…"
With a long moan, Old Jiao's rod finally entered Mom's tender depths they became one.
Watching the surveillance, I was stunned Mom was so proactive. What had happened to her?
On screen, Old Jiao didn't stop, thrusting vigorously.
"Mm mm mm mm…"
He was strong and rough, pounding hard from the start, making Mom's breasts shake even through her bra.
"Ah ah… it feels so good…"
"Girl, does it feel good?"
"Old Jiao, you… you… don't talk…"
"Talking makes it more fun."
"Is it big? Is my rod big?"
"Yes… too big…"
"Girl, take off your bra, I want to kiss them."
"You… stop for a second."
Mom obeyed, unhooking her black lace bra. Instantly, her round, snowy breasts bounced free, high and firm.
Old Jiao stared, then couldn't help himself he dove down, sucking her nipples.
While he sucked her breasts, he kept thrusting rapidly, showing the stamina of an "old dragon."
Through the headphones, I heard Mom's moans and Old Jiao's crude words, making me sick.
I put down the headphones and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
Afterward, I noticed sexy thongs and lingerie in the laundry basket.
I stared for a long time before returning to my room.
On screen, Old Jiao was finishing, pounding like a bull. If Mom hadn't dodged at the last moment, he'd have finished inside her.
I took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and after a few puffs, kept watching.
The two lay on the bed, sweating and panting. Soon, Mom got up and left; Old Jiao stayed in bed.
Mom showered, water running over her skin. Midway through, a hunched, naked figure entered Old Jiao.
He saw Mom's round, plump butt, and his "dragon," just spent, rose again.
He rushed over and hugged Mom. She gasped, but relaxed when she heard his voice.
Then she frowned. "Didn't you just finish? How are you hard again?"
Old Jiao's rod was pressing against her butt.
"Girl, your butt is so big and round I get hard just looking at it."
"Want to go again?"
"Want it so bad!"
"Fine, go ahead."
Mom stayed in position, facing the wall, hands on a pipe, raising her round, full butt for him.
Old Jiao swallowed hard, grabbed her butt, and, with experience, found the right spot and thrust in.
"Ah!"
Both of them cried out.
Slap slap slap!
The sound of flesh echoed.
Half an hour later…
"Ah ah… girl… I'm going to finish…"
"Go ahead… outside…"
"Okay!"
…
I watched into the night.
Without realizing, I'd smoked three cigarettes. It was 7 p.m., but there were still more videos. After seeing so much, I didn't mind watching more. My tolerance had grown.
The next videos were all from when I was at school. The house became their paradise, except on weekends.
After the first time, there was a second and third. That night, they did it three times once after the shower. Old Jiao wanted more, but Mom stopped him.
The next morning, Old Jiao woke up to see Mom's beautiful, curvy body and high, round butt. Already hard, he couldn't resist and quietly slipped in. After several thrusts, Mom woke up.
"Old Jiao, you…"
"Waking up to your white butt, I couldn't help it."
Slap slap slap!
Again, the sound of flesh in the bedroom.
Mom lay on her side, legs bent, butt high, while Old Jiao pounded from behind, hands groping her breasts.
A whole morning slipped away.
Mom showered, changed, and went to work, leaving Old Jiao home alone, enjoying himself like a king.
At night, when Mom came home, Old Jiao greeted her like a dog, but she kept him in check. When she was stern, he didn't dare act up.
But sometimes, he forced things. One night, watching TV, he suddenly pulled down his pants, put Mom's hand on his rod, and the TV switched to porn a woman giving a man oral.
Seeing Old Jiao's eager eyes, Mom knelt and took his "dragon" in her mouth.
"Oh… feels so good… girl, you're so good…"
"Can't hold it…"
Old Jiao pulled Mom up, tore off her tight skirt, and sat her on him riding him like a goddess.
He gripped her waist and thrust upward, the living room filled with passion.
This was just one scene in the weeks I was away, there were many more. Even when I came home on weekends, they'd do it again. Old Jiao wanted more, but Mom, perhaps out of concern for me, stopped him.
But there was no denying, after I left, Mom fell deeper into depravity with Old Jiao.
I didn't know what to say watching video after video, I felt numb.
Once, Mom was cooking, and Old Jiao ran in naked, pulled down her pants, and thrust in, pounding her hard.
Another time, Mom was cleaning the living room in a thong; Old Jiao pushed the thong aside and entered her from behind, thrusting hard.
There were many such scenes…
I couldn't even watch them all.
Before I knew it, it was 8 p.m.
I put down the headphones and lit a cigarette almost finished the pack.
As I zoned out, the security door in the living room suddenly opened.
Mom was home!
But I hesitated.
Should I… go out?
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