Chapter 5 Part 2 Phone Moans And Aunt's Fury
Arriving home, they found his aunt already there, waiting at the gate. She asked after Qi's condition and shooed them inside to rest, promising to handle dinner.
Qi remembered his aunt had long cared for him when he was small, when his mother studied away for a year. She had been both frightening and motherly to him. "Aunt" almost meant "second mother."
So when she took charge, his mother gratefully went to rest.
But Qi lay restless, memory replaying the feeling of her body pressing onto him.
Eventually, he rose, heading toward his parents' room to speak to her. From the kitchen, he saw his aunt bustling in her apron. He tiptoed on to the door of the bedroom.
Just then, he stopped. A voice his mother's carried out from inside, on the phone.
"My son's unwell, and my sister-in-law is here. I really can't get out... hehe... You can't wait a few days?"
"Don't act like you don't know what you want. You just want me to ease your fire..."
"Stop... stop saying that... it's making me feel... hot... ah... Don't make those sounds..."
Qi pressed his ear to the door. Her breathing grew ragged. The glint of muffled moans reached him.
"Mmm... lying on the bed now... I never sleep naked you know that... just panties... Ah! I'm wet..."
He heard faint rustling, nails grazing silk.
"Ah... ahh... my nipples are hard... feels so good..."
"Yes... I'm rubbing... so big, round, soft... my ass too... so full..."
"All because of you men, making it swell like this... When I walk outside, everyone stares at my chest, my ass... I feel so humiliated..."
"Give it to me... darling... give it to me..."
"Ahh... inside... deeper... listen to it... mmm, ah..."
The creak of springs echoed, rhythm of hard movement against a mattress.
"Oh... ohhh... I'm coming... c-coming..."
Qi listened knowingly even inexperienced, he understood what was happening. His mother, moaning into phone sex, was reaching climax.
But then a whisper brushed his ear:
"You little brat, since when did you learn to eavesdrop?"
Another might have shrieked in shock. But Qi, practiced in composure, turned calmly.
Right there, his aunt's lips hovered inches from his ear, her bright eyes locked on his own, mere centimeters apart.
"Shh... Auntie, listen too." He placed a finger to his lips, inviting her to join.
She froze. His calm impudence stunned her. And curiosity pushed her hesitant, but she pressed her ear too.
From within came their sister-in-law's cries: "Ahh... ahh... I spilled it all... all of it!"
At once, the aunt's face burned red like a ripe apple.
Being a woman herself, she immediately recognized what was happening her sister-in-law fucking herself while whispering into the phone.
Though she had never married, she was grown, with boyfriends before. She knew such acts.
But now, she found herself outside the door, eavesdropping with her nephew humiliation blazing through her.
Still, she collected herself, deciding on the spot: her sister-in-law's act was fine, but her nephew's behavior unforgivable. He must be taught.
Without a word, she pinched Qi's ear and dragged him away.
Qi endured, silent despite the pain, until she had pulled him into her room and shut the door.
Then he said softly: "Mother was on the phone... with a man."
The words froze her.
She understood instantly. She was no naïve girl. Even without marrying, she knew the games men and women played.
His words knocked her speechless.
That night at dinner, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Even his father's praise for her cooking drew only a stiff smile.
The mother, misinterpreting, thought she was only fatigued from preparing the whole meal alone, and apologized repeatedly.
His aunt demurred politely, saying it was nothing.
Qi ignored them both, focused on the delicious food. His aunt's cooking stirred happy childhood memories, satisfying him fully.
But his aunt watched his greedy gaze with irritation, blurting: "Eat, eat! Sooner or later it'll kill you, greedy brat."
His parents were shocked. A nephew praising her food should have pleased her yet she rebuked him harshly.
Realizing her own rashness, she quickly added: "Brother, sister, listen why not let Qi stay with me for a few days? You two both work hard. Sister-in-law can't keep taking leave either. He needs rest, I can watch him easy; my bureau job is nothing."
Father hesitated, glancing at Mother. It wasn't unreasonable. But it was her choice too.
Mother looked at Qi, thinking. Finally she nodded.
Aunt beamed. "Settled. Tonight he comes with me. No take-backs."
Father laughed: "Qi, you're lucky. Your aunt spoils you far too well."
The three adults shared warm laughter, dissolving the earlier tension.
Qi smiled as well but he caught the flick of resentment in Aunt's eyes, the flicker of relief in Mother's.
After dinner, Mother packed clothes and toiletries into a bag. Aunt took it, led him firmly downstairs.
As they walked, Qi felt her hand trembling in sweat.
In the car park, in the driver's seat, she bent forward across the wheel, convulsing. She slammed her fist onto the horn.
Then spat through clenched teeth:
"Damn whore! To screw her lover conveniently, she even abandons her own son!"
Then she turned, glaring straight into Qi's eyes, face taut with fury yet speaking lightly as if teasing:
"Brat, your mother... doesn't want you anymore."
Qi met her gaze calmly, then chuckled slyly:
"And what if I was lying when I told you earlier?"
Her face betrayed nothing. She turned back, started the car, stomping hard. The jolt nearly flung him off the backseat.