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My first reaction was that Chen Le must have photoshopped them. But on second thought, that didn't make sense. If they were fake, the truth would come out as soon as Dad came home, or if Mom just gave him a call. They could even get it professionally authenticated if needed. But I just couldn't bring myself to believe these photos were real.
So I rewound the video to the picture of Dad holding the little baby and paused it. I examined it carefully over and over but couldn't find any signs of it being photoshopped. Besides, the little baby wasn't as dark as the African woman. The key thing was that his facial features actually looked a bit like Dad's. Especially since the baby's mouth and nose were particularly similar to my father's.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me, and probably for Mom too. I never would have thought that Dad would cheat, even fathering a little black baby. In my memory, Mom and Dad had always been a harmonious couple. And this woman, no matter how you looked at her figure or appearance, was worlds apart from Mom. How could Dad have given up Mom to cheat with her?
I continued playing the video. After the photos finished, Mom appeared on the screen again. But unlike what I had imagined, Mom wasn't crying loudly. You couldn't even tell she was about to cry. Instead, she seemed abnormally calm, just sitting there in a daze, clutching her phone tightly.
Chen Le wanted to go forward and comfort her, but his hand stopped halfway. He just silently sat down beside Mom. After a short while, the phone slipped from Mom's hand. In that instant, as if a wall had been broken, Mom began to cry hysterically, covering her face with her hands. Chen Le then silently wrapped an arm around her. His movements were gentle, so much so that Mom might not have even noticed.
After about ten minutes, Mom's loud sobs turned into soft, whimpering sniffles. Mom just couldn't understand why Dad would betray her, betray this family. They were so clearly in love. Mom had been a famous campus beauty back in the day. In college, no matter how outstanding the senior or junior students, or even the young teachers who pursued her, she had never agreed to any of them.
Who would have thought that in return, she would be met with betrayal. All these years, to let him have peace of mind while he was away, she had managed the home so meticulously, taken care of me, and remained chaste for him, rejecting countless temptations. But... but she never imagined he had already had a child with someone else. Thinking of this, Mom felt it was all so unfair for her, and she started crying again.
And at this moment, Chen Le, who was holding her, had initially just rested his hand on her shoulder. Now, he knew the time was right. He gently pulled Mom closer, letting her lean on his shoulder. Mom didn't resist. Seeing this, Chen Le hugged her tighter and conveniently grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe away her tears.
At this point, Mom helplessly grabbed Chen Le's shirt with both hands, buried her face in his chest, and began to sob. Seeing this, I understood. Dad, do you realize? You have personally pushed your own voluptuous, alluring wife into the arms of another man.
"Teacher, don't be sad. Seeing you so upset makes me sad too."
Hmph, hearing Chen Le's words, I almost wanted to laugh. He was probably ecstatic inside. If before, the biggest difference between Mom and Teacher Qin was that Mom still had a husband, which made her a more difficult target, now that problem with Dad was solved. For Chen Le, what came next would be much simpler.
"Teacher, stop crying. For a man like that, a great beauty like you shouldn't be crying. He's not worth your tears."
Mom continued to whimper in Chen Le's arms, while Chen Le comforted her non-stop, his hand sometimes stroking her back from top to bottom, other times patting it lightly.
Under Chen Le's constant soothing, Mom gradually calmed down. Chen Le seized the opportunity to lift her up and place her on his lap, then pulled her tightly into his embrace. At this moment, Mom was like a wounded little bird being held in the palm of his hand.
When Mom realized it, I could see her small face flush red. She wiped her tears and said,
"What are you doing? Put me down."
Her voice was small and weak, like the buzz of a mosquito. Of course, Chen Le wouldn't obey. He said, "Teacher, I just couldn't help myself when I saw you so upset. Don't worry, I don't have any other intentions. I just wanted to hug you and comfort you."
As he spoke, he hugged her even tighter. Mom didn't say anything more. Instead, she twisted her body, adjusting her position to lie more comfortably, and even rubbed her face against Chen Le's chest, using his clothes to wipe the tear stains from her face. Then, she just let him hold her, burying her face in his chest, her arms naturally wrapping around his shoulders.
Chen Le didn't say anything either. He knew that right now, he just needed to wait quietly, to let the beautiful mature woman in his arms feel his body heat. Any other words or actions would be superfluous. In this situation, this was the best comfort he could give her, and the best opportunity to get into the heart of this beautiful, married woman.
And so, Mom was quietly being held in the arms of her student. Watching this scene through the screen, looking at Chen Le's handsome face, and at Mom's voluptuous, mature body and beautiful, mature face, I felt for some reason that this teacher-student pair had a strange, inexplicable compatibility. I even imagined a scene of their two near-perfect bodies passionately entwined on a bed, and my lower body slowly began to harden.
Just then, in this still image, Chen Le's arm, which was around Mom's shoulder, began to move slightly. This, of course, caught Mom's attention. She raised her head, her almond eyes, glistening with unshed tears, looking at Chen Le as she said, "Put me down, isn't your arm sore?"
"It's fine, Teacher, it's not sore. I could hold a great beauty like you forever and it wouldn't get sore."
Even as he said it wasn't sore, Chen Le adjusted his arm again, and his butt on the sofa wiggled a bit. It seemed that holding Mom for so long had indeed made his whole body a bit sore and tired. After all, with her big butt and huge breasts, Mom weighed over 110 pounds.
Chen Le would have been fine if he hadn't moved, but the moment his butt shifted, Mom instantly felt that a foreign object had already invaded the cleft of her plump buttocks. Mom propped herself up on Chen Le, wanting to get up, but for some reason, her whole body felt weak and limp. She could only say, "Chen Le, put me down."
"It's really nothing, Teacher."
Seeing this, Mom could only say again,
"Teacher is really tired. Let me down. Teacher needs to go rest."
Since she had put it that way, Chen Le didn't say more, but he still didn't put her down. Instead, he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom. The moment he stood up, the foreign object lodged in Mom's butt cleft also slipped out. A strange sensation instantly washed over Mom, and she whispered, "Chen Le, what are you doing? Put me down."
Mom's choice of words had changed, from the questioning "what are you doing" to a more coquettish tone. I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness.
"Didn't you say you wanted to rest, Teacher? Of course, I'm taking you to the bed."
After being put down, Mom, for some reason, didn't speak. She just buried her face back into Chen Le's chest, her hands gripping his clothes even tighter.
When they reached the bedside, Chen Le placed Mom on the bed. Mom closed her eyes, not daring to look at Chen Le. She went straight to the bathroom. After a while without hearing any sound, Mom also opened her eyes and looked for Chen Le. Seeing he wasn't in the room, she called out softly, "Chen Le?"
At that moment, Chen Le poked his head out of the bathroom. "What is it, Teacher?"
"Oh... oh... it's... it's nothing. I thought you had left."
After speaking, Mom didn't look at Chen Le again. Instead, she pulled the quilt up to her neck, all the way to the tip of her nose, her hands tightly gripping the edges of the quilt. It was clear that Mom seemed nervous about something.
Just then, Chen Le came out of the bathroom and walked over to Mom. However, he now had a few wet towels in his hand. He then asked Mom, "Teacher, you're not wearing makeup, are you?"
Mom was confused by the question but still replied,
"No, why would I wear makeup at home?"
"That's right, why wear makeup at home. Still, I hope that if possible, Teacher could put on makeup for me once."
Without waiting for Mom's reply, he pulled the quilt covering half her face down a bit and began to wipe the tear stains from her face with the wet towel in his hand. He then gently wiped her entire face and after finishing, he didn't forget to praise her.
"Teacher is already forty, but there isn't a single trace of age on your face. You look like a girl in her early twenties. You'll have to tell me your skincare secrets sometime, so I can have my mom learn from you."
As he spoke, his hands didn't stop. He walked to the foot of the bed, also wiped Mom's jade-like feet, then threw the used towel into the trash can. He then went to Mom's wardrobe, rummaged through the section with her pajamas, picked out a pure cotton slip dress, and walked back to Mom's side. Mom looked at Chen Le and said softly, "What are you doing?"
Chen Le pulled the quilt off Mom and pointed at the black slip dress she was wearing. "Teacher, you're not planning to sleep in this, are you?"
Mom looked at the slip dress she was wearing, and her small face turned red. I think at that moment, Mom was probably wondering if Chen Le was going to change her clothes.
Chen Le supported Mom's shoulders, helping her sit up on the bed. Mom, at a loss for what to do, remained motionless, letting Chen Le maneuver her. Even when Chen Le grabbed the hem of her dress from her thighs and started to pull it up, Mom subconsciously propped her hands on the bed and lifted her hips to make it easier for him to take off her clothes.
And so, Chen Le smoothly removed Mom's slip dress. Holding the dress he had just taken off, Chen Le just stood there, staring blankly at Mom. At this point, Mom was only wearing a black bra and panty set. Her snow-white, creamy skin contrasted with the black lingerie.
The large expanse of snowy-white flesh on her chest looked so delicious, it made one want to just take a bite. Below her slender willow waist, her hips, wider than her shoulders, paired with her straight, and tightly pressed-together legs, formed a perfect triangle, making one's mouth water. The perfect body of this mature beauty left Chen Le stunned.
Seeing the dazed Chen Le, Mom shyly stretched out her arms, her hands folded together to cover her private area. But her outstretched arms squeezed the ample flesh of her large breasts, making them spill out even more temptingly. Mom lowered her head, her face flushed, and said shyly, "Don't look."
"Oh... oh... okay."
Hearing Mom's reminder, Chen Le snapped out of his daze. He then reached out to take off Mom's bra. Mom panicked and said, "What are you doing?"
Although her voice was much louder than before, there wasn't a hint of reproach in it.
"Are you planning to sleep in your bra, Teacher? Your breasts are so big, it must be uncomfortable to sleep with it on. I'll help you take it off so you can change into your pajamas and sleep."
"What? Bra? You make it sound so crude. It's called lingerie, okay?"
Mom retorted, but to my ears, it didn't sound like a retort at all. It sounded more like...
"Okay, okay, lingerie it is. So, is Teacher planning to sleep in her lingerie?"
"N-no... I mean... yes..."
Mom's words became stuttery, just like a shy young girl.
As soon as Mom finished speaking, Chen Le moved to unclasp her bra, but Mom stopped him, saying,
"I'll change myself."
She then pushed Chen Le's hand away, took the pajamas Chen Le had picked out for her from his other hand, and looked at Chen Le, saying, "You... you... turn around."
Chen Le smiled slightly and said nothing as he turned around. Mom, seeing that he had really turned his back, was clearly stunned. Before, he had even used threats to watch her change, so why now...
Mom didn't dwell on it. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The moment the last hook came undone, a pair of large, white rabbits, as if released from a seal, bounced out, jiggling a few times. They looked particularly playful and cute.
Mom quickly changed into the pajamas and said,
"I... I'm... I'm done changing."
Hearing this, Chen Le turned back around. Seeing Mom still sitting on the bed, he reached out to help her lie down flat on the bed, then said,
"Teacher, I saw in your wardrobe that you have a lot of other messy pajamas. Don't wear them anymore. Just wear the pure cotton ones. They're more comfortable. The other one's probably affect your sleep."
With that, he pulled the quilt back over her. Mom grabbed the quilt again, pulling it up to cover half her face once more, then replied, "Mmm."
Looking at Mom who was now settled in bed, Chen Le sat on the edge, reached out to stroke her forehead, then let his fingers rest on the top of her head. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, then said, "Sleep now."
Mom watched as Chen Le got up to leave, but a strange, indescribable feeling came over her. She reached out and pointed at his crotch.
"You... you um..."
Mom stammered for a long time but couldn't get the words out. Chen Le, of course, knew what she wanted to say. Mom had actually noticed the large tent in his crotch a long time ago. She could have just pretended not to see it, but for some reason, as Chen Le was about to leave, she asked this question as if possessed.
"Teacher, it's fine. I told you, I really like you. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Hmph, Chen Le's words were so nice. He wouldn't force her? Not even a fool would believe that. He was just laying the groundwork for his conquest of Mom. As for it being "fine," of course it was fine. After all, the bitch for relieving his desires was waiting for him in the next room.
Watching Chen Le's retreating figure until it disappeared, Mom sank back into her thoughts. Her son's imprisonment, her husband's betrayal. Thinking of these, Mom's heart sank to the bottom of a lake, and two lines of tears silently trickled down her cheeks again.
In the two hours since finding out about her husband's betrayal, her heart had been genuinely warmed by this boy, who was like a child to her. It was a warmth even her own husband had never given her. Thinking this, Mom couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth upwards.
And this boy, who was the same age as her son, kept saying he liked her. But he hadn't made a single move that could be considered unfaithful. In truth, she hadn't planned on resisting tonight. But this boy had voluntarily given up her body. This was so much better than those men who were only after her body.
But the fact that her own nearly perfect, naked body hadn't been able to tempt him. Or rather, that he had been able to remain so composed, actually made her feel a tiny bit of loss.
And so, Mom slowly drifted off to sleep amidst her chaotic thoughts.
But next door, it was the eve of a coming storm, a prelude to an earth-shattering event...
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