After the massage, I frantically penetrated my mother and sister.

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Chapter 1 My Family My name is Li Feng. I'm thin and frail, currently a senior in high school. My father passed away suddenly in an accident three years ago, leaving the burden of supporting the family entirely on my mother's shoulders. My mother's name is Xu Li, and she's 44 years old. She works as a factory accountant, earning a low salary. Because we don't have any connections at the factory, although she's changed positions several times since starting, her salary has never increased. My mother has beautiful, large eyes, a pert nose, and slightly smiling lips that reveal pearly white teeth. Especially striking is the small beauty mark under her right eye, which makes her look both sexy and alluring, almost bewitching. My mother also maintains a very good figure: fair skin, firm breasts, a slender waist, a full, high bottom, and long legs. Compared to my mother, the so-called pretty girls in my class seem as bland as roadside weeds. However, since my father's death, my mother has almost never smiled, and our family's financial situation has worsened. My life is very structured. During the day, my mother goes to work, and I go to school. In the evening, my mother cooks, and I do my homework. Although we live a meager life relying solely on my mother's salary, I am content. I hope we can continue like this forever because our family can no longer withstand any more hardship. As a child from a poor family, besides my academic performance, I don't have much to offer. Since the first year of junior high school, I have been diligently learning computer programming. Although we only have a small, old, and slow secondhand computer at home, I am satisfied. It is this broken computer that has allowed my computer skills to mature day by day. Now, I can not only create small software programs using assembly language, but I have also learned a lot of hacking techniques. A month later, the city's Labor Bureau is preparing to hold a self-inventory invention exhibition. It is said that the prize money is tens of thousands of yuan, and if a company takes a liking to the contestant's work, they will buy the intellectual property rights of the work, which is worth a lot of money. I created a financial management business software. Because my mother is an accountant, I have some financial knowledge from exposure to it. I am very confident in this project. I have consulted a lot of financial data and carefully created this software. No matter what, I am going to give it a try. However, I plan to participate secretly. If I win, I can surprise my mom, make her happy, and also help ease some of the burden on the family. My mom works so hard. Recently, something good happened at home. Three months ago, my mom was promoted to finance manager, and her salary and benefits increased significantly, improving our family's financial situation. However, since the promotion, my mom seemed preoccupied for the first month. When I asked her, she seemed embarrassed, her eyes darting around, and her words hesitant. Perhaps it was a problem at work? I didn't pay much attention. Starting from the second month, my mom seemed to be free of worries. She was especially happy at work every day, as if something was particularly exciting for her. She occasionally works overtime at night, but not often, usually once or twice a week. And she always calls me at the last minute to tell me she has to work overtime, asking me to heat up the leftovers and eat them myself. Mom usually works overtime until around 10 PM, and she always seems exhausted when she gets home. The strangest thing is that her face is always flushed when she comes home from work, making her look quite pretty and energetic. Maybe that's how it is after finishing work? Thinking about this, I felt relieved. I don't like Mom working overtime because then I have to eat leftovers. But Mom works overtime for the family, and I hope life will get better and better. I will study harder so I can earn a lot of money in the future and Mom won't have to work so hard. Days passed by like this. For the past month, Mom has hardly worked overtime, probably because her work isn't too busy. I also hope she doesn't overwork herself. Unfortunately, peaceful life always comes and goes quickly. Because Mom is busy with work, sometimes when I finish my homework at home, I do housework and clean the house. One day, while cleaning the house and wiping Mom's sheets, I suddenly found a small medicine bottle under her pillow. Was Mom sick? I was nervous. I picked up the pill bottle and saw the words "birth control pills" written on the sticker. Strange, why would Mom have these under her pillow? Then I noticed that there were less than half the pills left. Had Mom taken them some time ago? It was just Mom and me at home. Dad was gone; why would Mom take birth control pills for no reason? (Birth control pills…) I muttered to myself. Could it be?! My heart tightened. I quickly checked the sticker on the bottle and found the original pharmacy label was still there. The date was two months ago. Had Mom started taking them two months ago? That was a few days before she started working overtime. Although I didn't know much about relationships, I knew what birth control pills were for—to prevent pregnancy. Dad was gone; how could Mom be pregnant? Could it be that Mom…? I quickly banished the thought from my mind. Impossible. Mom was as pure and innocent as a goddess. She belonged only to Dad—no, she belonged to me too. Mom couldn't have done something like that. I secretly thought that maybe Mom was taking birth control pills to prevent some other gynecological problems. I'd heard that some birth control pills had other effects. I carefully looked at the sticker on the bottle but didn't find any indication of other effects. But I still told myself it must be to prevent other diseases. Yes, it must be. I put the bottle back far away and carefully tidied it up, as if no one had ever touched it. I didn't know why I did this. What was I worried about? Chapter Two: The Mysterious Phone Call In the days that followed, I unconsciously began to observe Mom's every move. Mom was still the same as before, going to work during the day, cooking dinner at night, chatting with me, watching TV, and me studying. There was nothing unusual about her behavior, and I didn't see her taking birth control pills. Looking at her face and movements, she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. Well, why would she take birth control pills for no reason? But then I remembered that the bottle only had less than half a pill left. Where did the rest of the pills go? Upon further observation, I noticed that my mother's skin was much more rosy than it had been two months ago, making her look radiant. What could be the reason? Perhaps it's because she uses cosmetics? I guessed. Sometimes, the phone would ring once or twice in the evenings, always shortly after eight o'clock. My mother would always pick up the phone first, saying it was a call from a colleague. I didn't pay much attention, but every time she answered the phone, she would lower her voice very low, as if she didn't want me to hear. The length of her conversations was inconsistent, but I noticed that after each call, her face would always be flushed, as if she had a blush. I didn't understand why, but it looked really cute. Usually, after making a phone call, Mom would say she was going to sleep and go to her bedroom. However, I noticed through the crack under the door that although she said she was going to rest, the light would stay on for over an hour each time before turning it off, and I could often hear the sound of her wardrobe being opened. I knew her wardrobe was full of her clothes. Sometimes I would sneak up to her bedroom door, but all I could hear was the rustling of clothes. I wondered why she was tidying up her clothes so late instead of resting. In the following days, I didn't notice anything unusual. Mom didn't work overtime, just occasionally answered a few phone calls. Gradually, I forgot about the birth control pills, and life returned to normal. Besides studying, I focused on improving the programming of the financial software. I had completed 80% of the software entry for the competition; all that was left was adjustments and testing, which would be finished soon. I secretly imagined the surprised look on Mom's face when I presented her with the prize money, and my heart soared. I glanced at my mother, who was watching TV, and suddenly noticed she seemed distracted. Although she was facing the television, her eyes were wandering elsewhere; she seemed lost in thought. I hadn't noticed before. What was she thinking about? Just as I was wondering, the phone near the hallway rang. There was a small storage cabinet in the hallway, and the phone was on it, next to a high chair. Who would call so late? I went over to answer it, but my mother suddenly said, "(This is a colleague from work calling. I'll answer it. You go watch TV.)" My mother came over, adjusted the high chair, sat down, and picked up the phone: ((Hello...) Why does the phone always ring at this time? Who is Mom's colleague? I know Mom doesn't want me to hear the phone and wants me to stay away, so why is she afraid I'll hear it? I couldn't help but become curious. I sat on the sofa in the living room, which is closer to the hallway, pretending to be focused on watching TV, but secretly pricked up my ears to listen carefully to the phone. The sofa I was sitting on was at a slightly angled position, so I didn't need to turn my head; I only needed to turn my eyes to see Mom on the phone. At this moment, I could faintly hear Mom's voice on the phone. (How's it going? Are you settling in well on your business trip over there?) Mom looked very happy, as if a colleague was away on a business trip. (It's alright, work isn't tiring... watching TV, um, the kids are home.) It seemed like she was asking Mom if work was tiring and what she was doing at home. (Um... um... are you coming back in three days?) It seemed like the other person was coming back soon. (I don't believe it! You're just saying nice things...) Why does Mom sound like she's being coquettish? (Who knows if you've really been holding it in for half a month?) Holding it in?! What do you mean? After saying that, Mom suddenly turned around and looked at me. I quickly pretended to be watching TV. (I received it, I just got it back today...) What is it? I wasn't at the door when Mom came home from get off work, so I don't know if she took anything. (I won't wear it, how can I wear those clothes...) It seems like they want Mom to wear something? Mom seems very embarrassed. What clothes are making Mom so embarrassed? Then the other person seems to say something else, and Mom keeps listening. (Why are you so annoying... I won't wear it, and I won't wear it even when you come back...) Mom seems very shy. What should Mom wear? (No, Xiaofeng has exams soon...) I have final exams coming up soon, and Mom still cares about me the most. She hasn't worked overtime for almost a month, coming home to cook for me and keep me company, afraid of affecting my studies. (Let's talk about it when you get back, but I have to come home tonight...) It seems like they keep asking Mom what she should do at night? Is it work? It doesn't seem like it. (Hmm...hmm...you agreed?...What...compensation?) The other person seemed to have stopped pressuring Mom to agree to anything, but it seemed they had made a new request? (Why are you bringing this up again? I already said no...) Mom's words seemed to have been interrupted.(I've been taking my medication, don't even think about it...) Mom was interrupted again. What did they want her to agree to? Medication? Was it birth control pills? Mom hadn't been taking them lately. What did their request have to do with birth control pills? (No, I can't let Xiaofeng suffer...) Me? What does this have to do with me? Why would I suffer? It seemed like they were talking about something. After a while, I don't know what they said, but Mom suddenly chuckled softly, her beautiful face flushing slightly as she said coquettishly, "(Agreeing is useless, and it's not my period right now...) Agree to what?" I didn't even hear the last part clearly; when they mentioned "period what," Mom suddenly lowered her voice. I didn't know what Mom meant by "period what"? After that, Mom just listened to what they were saying without saying a word. (How did you know next week is my... you know?) I don't know what the other person said, but Mom's voice suddenly became a little loud, as if she was very surprised. Perhaps she realized that her voice was a bit loud, so she quickly lowered it again, while glancing at me worriedly. I was still pretending to be watching TV, and Mom didn't notice that I was eavesdropping. What did she mean by saying "you know" twice in a row? At this time, Mom was listening to what was being said on the phone, and her expression seemed to be hesitating about something. I don't know what the other person said, but Mom's face suddenly turned red, and her legs involuntarily rubbed back and forth. Her left hand, which wasn't holding the phone, slowly moved between her legs. Because Mom was sitting sideways, her left hand was blocked by her outer thigh, so I couldn't see what her left hand was doing. I could only see the muscles in her left arm moving constantly, as if her fingers were moving. Her fair face became more and more flushed, and her eyes slowly narrowed, as if a layer of mist had formed in her eyes, watery. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel my heart race. After a while, Mom's expression suddenly turned serious. She pulled her left hand from between her legs, covered the phone, and whispered, "(I've said it so many times... I won't get pregnant for you...)" Her voice was too soft for me to hear clearly, and it was intermittent. The other person seemed to be asking for something, and Mom seemed hesitant, but she didn't agree. Mom remained silent, not saying anything more, and I wondered what the other person was saying. "(So long-winded, I'll wear it... just don't bring it up again...) What should I wear? What clothes should I wear specifically?" Mom seemed hesitant and shy. After a moment of silence, Mom suddenly chuckled softly, her face flushing even more, making my heart pound. "(Holding back a pound? Do you think you're a stud?...)" Mom seemed excited, yet also shy about something. What was she holding back a pound of? What did it have to do with being a stud? "(You're talking nonsense again... I don't want to hear it...) What nonsense are you talking about again?" Although Mom said she wouldn't listen, she still smiled and held the phone. I noticed her two shapely thighs rubbing back and forth incessantly. I wondered why she kept moving her legs. Then she started moving her left hand between her legs, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly. A fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her upturned nose, and her sexy lips were slightly parted, revealing white teeth. Her delicate tongue licked her dry lips. Was Mom hot? Watching this, I unconsciously got an erection, which was quite uncomfortable. I didn't understand what the other person was saying, but Mom seemed to be enjoying it. (Stop talking, I'm almost...) Mom hummed softly. Then I noticed the frequency of muscle contractions in her left hand suddenly increased, and her body began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, Mom covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, which was holding the phone, biting it tightly, as if suppressing something. Her smooth abdomen rose and fell rhythmically, her breathing seemed to become more rapid, sweat increased on her nose, and her body trembled more violently. After a while, Mom let out a muffled groan, her trembling stopped, and she leaned against the cabinet, breathing softly. What was Mom doing? She seemed very tired. Does talking on the phone get tiring? I couldn't figure it out. Then I saw Mom remove her right hand from her mouth, let out a long breath, and her breathing gradually became steady. Her eyes opened, and her hazy gaze left me speechless. (Where did you learn all this from…?) Mom said in a sweet, coquettish voice, which made me very curious. What exactly did the other person say on the phone? I couldn't help but become curious. The other person seemed to be showing off something, and Mom's expression suddenly turned shy and flustered as she said, "(You're talking nonsense, I didn't reach orgasm just now...)" But before she could finish, she seemed to be interrupted. After a while, Mom suddenly chuckled and said, "(Bragging, last time someone... less than ten minutes...)" Mom stopped abruptly, as if the other person was arguing about something. What? Less than ten minutes? What did Mom do last time? My mind started to race. I don't know what the other person said next, but suddenly Mom's face became unnatural again, and the blush that had just faded returned. "(Ugh, who wants to have your baby...)" At this point, Mom's expression suddenly turned awkward, and she gave me a guilty look. I quickly pretended to be focused on watching TV. What was Mom saying just now? Why was she looking at me like that? I suddenly hated myself. I'd been so focused on studying that I'd become a bookworm. I vaguely felt that Mom had said something about men and women, but I didn't understand most of what she said, and her voice was too soft; I couldn't hear the latter part of many words. But why was Mom blushing again? As I was pondering this, the quartz clock in the living room suddenly started chiming. I looked at the clock and realized that Mom's phone call had been going on for over three hours. Mom had heard the clock too. (It's past eleven o'clock, you should rest. You have work tomorrow...) Mom's voice was interrupted again. After listening to the phone for a while, her face started to turn red again. (No, Xiaofeng has an exam, I don't have time...) Mom's voice was so soft that I almost couldn't hear her. (No, not in three days, not later...) Mom lowered her voice again when she said this. Was three days later when the other person was coming back from their business trip? (You always say you're just chatting, but every time...) "Want to chat? Chatting is fine, Mom. Why are you hesitating?" ("As long as you promise not to... I'll stay a little longer...") The other person seemed to have made some kind of promise. Mom's voice was unclear, as if the other person had made a concession. Mom seemed worried about something. After a while, Mom said, "Okay, you have to keep your word, I'll stay a little longer..." It seemed Mom believed the other person's promise. ("That's it then, it's too late, I have to hang up now, we'll talk again when you get back!") After saying that, Mom hung up the phone. After hanging up, Mom sat there, seemingly both excited and a little tired, breathing softly. I secretly glanced over and saw that Mom's eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she was thinking about something. Her sexy lips occasionally curved upwards, as if there was something Mom was looking forward to. Then, after turning off the TV, I said to my mom, "Mom, it's late, you should go to sleep. I have school tomorrow, aren't you going to work?" Mom suddenly jumped, as if startled, turned around, and smiled at me somewhat embarrassedly. "Huh? Oh, Mom was thinking about something. What did you say?" "Mom, go brush your teeth and wash your face. It'll be easier for me after you're done. I have to get up early for school tomorrow." "Xiaofeng, you go wash first. I'm going to take a shower later." "Mom, why do you need to shower so late?" "Go wash up, don't worry about Mom. I have to get up early for school tomorrow!" After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went back to my bedroom. Mom went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature and preheat it, then went to the kitchen to collect the trash to take out before going to work tomorrow. Back in my bedroom, I closed the door and lay on the bed, thinking about the phone call earlier. I wasn't sleepy at all. What had happened to Mom? Recalling the radiant expression on Mom's face while she was on the phone—was that the expression she wore when talking to a normal colleague? And what did she mean by all those words? What did Mom blurt out just now? (Ugh, who wants to have your baby...)What kind of childbirth? Could it be having a baby?! Yes, that's the only explanation. Otherwise, what's with the birth control pills? Thinking about this, my heart suddenly ached as if it were being clenched, a suffocating pain! Although I was focused on my studies and didn't understand women's affairs, I knew about some social phenomena. Mom might be having an affair. The word "affair" hit my mind like a powerful shockwave, leaving my head blank. In my heart, Mom was so pure as snow; how could she do such a thing? She even said she wanted to have a baby—did Mom want to have a child with another man?! Although Mom refused just now, looking at her expression, that shy and hesitant look, was Mom tempted? Mom! Don't you want me anymore? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?! The thought of my mother's sacred cradle, the one that gave me life, being defiled by another man's filthy essence, swimming freely within it, brazenly violating her body, and nurturing that filthy life, made me feel as if I could see that mysterious, evil man laughing triumphantly. No, maybe Mom didn't cheat; maybe she was just joking with a colleague. Mom wouldn't do such a thing. I must believe her. But just now, her hesitant and shy expression… I painfully covered my head. I looked up at the photo of Dad on the computer. Holding the photo in my hand, looking at his smiling face, I secretly made up my mind. I must investigate to the end. Dad, don't worry, Mom belongs only to this family, only to you, only to me. I will protect Mom and this family! I swear! For Dad's smile, I must do it! Chapter Three: Mom's Bedroom For Dad's smile, I must do it! Thinking of this, I immediately got out of bed and slowly opened the door of my room a crack to peek into the living room. My mother had just finished tidying up the kitchen and closed the windows and doors. I saw her go straight back to her bedroom. She probably thought I was asleep, so she didn't close her bedroom door. Since my mother's bedroom was next to mine, I quickly pressed my face against the wall next to her bedroom and listened carefully. I heard the sound of a wardrobe opening next door. My mother was going to take a shower and probably needed to get a bath towel. Sure enough, a little while later, my mother took a bath towel and went into the bathroom in the inner room of the bathroom. After the shower stopped, I quietly slipped out of the bedroom, walked through the living room, and saw that my mother's bedroom door was open. I went in, looked around, but didn't find anything suspicious. I moved the pillow aside and found the medicine bottle was still there, and the pills hadn't decreased in number. It seemed my mother really hadn't taken her medication recently. Thinking about the phone call earlier, I couldn't help but worry. I quietly put the medicine bottle back on the pillow and thought about my mother's call. Suddenly, I remembered that colleague kept emphasizing what clothes my mother shouldn't forget to wear. What was it? It seemed like my mother had been getting new clothes every now and then these past two months. My mother never used to spend money on clothes. I asked her, and she said they were provided by her workplace and didn't cost her anything. Although I don't know much about women's clothing, these clothes seemed expensive and well-made. Maybe the company is doing well, even the clothes they give to executives are so nice. I didn't think much of it at the time. But then I started to ponder. What was that person asking my mother to wear tomorrow? And my mother seemed quite embarrassed. Strange, what clothes was making my mother embarrassed to wear? Thinking about this, I opened my mother's wardrobe and found it full of her usual clothes and underwear. Nothing new. The clothes her workplace had issued were all carefully hung up in the wardrobe—very proper outerwear, nothing unusual. I'd seen her bras and panties before, since I often helped hang them up when I did laundry, and they were all the same as before. After observing for a while, I suddenly noticed something square and neatly shaped deep inside the wardrobe behind the folded clothes. I gently moved the clothes aside and found a plastic bag. Inside the bag were three cardboard boxes wrapped in postal packaging, which looked like clothing boxes. I took out the three boxes and found they were all mail items. Two of the boxes were already opened, and one was unopened. I took out the two opened boxes and saw that each one had a picture of a beautiful woman wearing sexy lingerie on the cover. They were probably models, but they didn't have my mother's figure, and their looks were average. The lingerie they were wearing was very revealing, making me blush. It seemed these three pieces were the sexy lingerie they'd seen on TV. I checked the dates on the labels of the two opened mail boxes. One was two months old, and the other was one month old. Could the rustling of clothes coming from Mom's bedroom at night have been from these two pieces of lingerie? I couldn't believe it. I picked up the unopened box. Through the transparent film on the packaging, I could see a purple piece of lingerie inside, but I didn't know what style it was. I noticed the label on it was three days old, and it was from the United States. It was all in English, which I could understand, since my English is pretty good. I checked the price, place of manufacture, production date, and company name, and finally confirmed that it was indeed shipped from overseas. My mind raced. Who would buy this kind of lingerie for Mom from abroad? Could it be the mysterious person who called? This lingerie is expensive; that person must be very rich. I really wanted to take out the two opened lingerie boxes to look at them, but I didn't know how to fold them back to their original state. What if Mom found out? As I hesitated, I suddenly noticed that the shower noise in the bathroom had stopped. Oh no, Mom was about to finish her shower. I quickly put the three boxes back into the plastic bag, closed the wardrobe door, and hurried out of Mom's bedroom. I could see Mom's graceful figure reflected in the frosted glass of the bathroom door. It seemed that Mom was drying herself. I quickly returned to my bedroom, slightly opened the door, and secretly observed the situation in the living room. After a while, the bathroom light went out, and Mom came out of the shower wrapped in a bath towel. Her wet black hair fell over her fair shoulders, her delicate face was flushed, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat covered the tip of her upturned nose. Her large, expressive eyes, coupled with the alluring mole under her right eye, made her beautiful and elegant mother more and more stunning the more you looked at her. Although her milky smooth body was tightly wrapped in the bath towel, her snow-white cleavage still showed off the proudness of her breasts. Her two nipples stood out pointedly on the bath towel in front of her chest. Seeing this, I immediately felt hot all over and my mouth went dry. Strange, why did I feel this way? But I couldn't control this feeling. At this moment, Mom turned off the living room light and went back to her bedroom. She closed the door slightly, but not very close, so it didn't close completely. Mom probably thought I was asleep and didn't notice this small detail. I quietly came out and went to Mom's bedroom door. Because the living room lights were off, it was very dark, which made it easier for me to move around. I slowly opened the door a crack and looked into the room. Because the bedroom was brightly lit while the living room was dark, my mother, standing in the light, couldn't possibly see me peeking through the crack in the door. She was wrapped in a towel and standing by the bed, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, as if remembering something, her beautiful face flushed, she shook her head, and then walked to the bed, taking out the nearly empty bottle of birth control pills from under her pillow. She stared silently at the bottle, lost in thought. I noticed her blush deepen. She slowly put the bottle back under the pillow, then sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly lost in thought again. Her expression shifted between shyness and hesitation, as if she were thinking about something. Her legs began to rub together involuntarily, her flushed face glowing. I had never seen my mother like this before; it looked somewhat similar to her expression during the phone call. What had the other person said that excited her so much? Seeing this, I couldn't help but worry. Why was my mother picking up and putting down the birth control pills? Is Mom hesitant about taking the birth control pill? Just now on the phone, when that person made the request, Mom seemed to mention that it wasn't her period yet? I don't know what that meant, but it seems that because her period wasn't on the right time, Mom couldn't get pregnant. Thinking about this, even though I don't know what "period" means, I guessed that as long as her period wasn't on the right time, she wouldn't get pregnant. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then Mom seemed to say that next week was... I started to get nervous again. Then I remembered that Mom put the birth control pill back. Why did she put it back?! That person will be back in three days. I don't believe Mom would cheat, but if it were true... I mean, if it were true, would something bad happen if Mom didn't take the pill? What should I do if Mom really didn't take the pill? My hands unconsciously clenched. After a while, Mom took the pill bottle out again, seemingly hesitating about something, with a very worried expression. I felt that Mom didn't want to take the birth control pill, as if she was expecting something? My mother tried to put the medicine bottle back several times, but she stopped halfway through, raising and lowering it repeatedly.My heart pounded with every movement of my mother's hands, I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. Mom, you can't do this! Don't you still have Xiaofeng? Don't you love me the most? Just as I was struggling internally, my mother turned to look at my photo on the bedside table. Her eyes were gentle, and she seemed to have made up her mind. She took a pill from the bottle, put it in her mouth, picked up the water glass from the bedside table, and slowly swallowed it. Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed my mother still cared about me. Then, my heart felt like it was being stabbed. My mother taking the birth control pill undoubtedly proved the truth I didn't want to admit deep down. If nothing had happened, why would she take the pill? Thinking of my mother's hesitant expression, this conflicted feeling was unbearable. It seemed my mother was already somewhat infatuated with that person; otherwise, why would she hesitate so much? No, I must get to the bottom of this. I must rescue Mom from this hellhole. Mom's body is sacred and inviolable; she absolutely cannot be defiled by another man. I must protect this family, protect Dad, and most importantly, protect Mom. Mom belongs to Dad and me! Forever! After taking the birth control pill, Mom touched her burning face and stopped rubbing her legs. Suddenly, she opened the bedside table drawer, took out a box of tissues, and pulled out four or five sheets. Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder what Mom was doing with the tissues. I saw Mom fold the tissues together; they looked thick. Holding the tissues in her right hand, she suddenly rolled up the bottom of her bath towel with her left, revealing two shapely legs. What was Mom going to do? My heart suddenly started pounding. Although I didn't know what Mom was going to do, I was both nervous and expectant of her actions. Was I going to see something I shouldn't see? Because Mom was sitting on the bed, her angle was sideways to the doorway, so I could only see her right leg on the outside. The view from the inside was completely blocked. Mom's bath towel was gradually rolled up higher and higher, revealing two smooth, milky thighs. It was almost up to her hips now. My heart rose to my throat with each roll of the towel. Could I see Mom's...?! The towel stopped when it reached her thighs. Mom moved closer to the center of the bed, supporting herself with her left hand. Her two smooth, white thighs were spread wide, her two even calves gently resting on the bed. Her right hand held a tissue and slipped it between her thighs, seemingly wiping something. With each wipe, Mom's body trembled slightly, her cherry-like mouth opened slightly, her small, red tongue gently pressing against her teeth. Her pearly white teeth gleamed under the light, as if she wanted to make a sound, but it was suppressed. What was Mom wiping? From my angle, my mother's outer thigh blocked my view, and I could only vaguely see the back of her right hand wiping up and down at the base of her thigh. It looked like she was wiping between her legs—could that be a woman's private parts?! I had never seen what a woman's private parts looked like before. All I knew was that my mind was blank, my heart pounding rapidly with the slow rise and fall of my mother's hand. I was incredibly anxious, but I couldn't see anything. My mother suddenly stopped, put down the towel, sat up straight, and took her right hand out from between her legs. At that moment, I saw that the tissue in her right hand, under the light, seemed to have absorbed some transparent, shiny liquid. What was this liquid? Urine? No, it couldn't be urine; there wouldn't be this much, and urine should have color. The liquid on the tissue didn't look like much; it was very transparent and looked somewhat viscous. There were two black, curly hairs stuck to the liquid. What were those? Where were those hairs from? And what was that liquid all about? Could it be related to what my mother was thinking about while holding the birth control pill? Why were Mom's legs rubbing back and forth like that? What was she thinking? And where did that liquid come from? Mom threw the tissues into the trash can by the wall, stood up, went to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a white lace bra and a pair of white cotton panties, casually tossing them onto the bed. At that moment, Mom's gaze seemed to be drawn to something. I knew she was looking in the direction where the three pieces of lingerie were placed. Mom gently took out the plastic bag and pulled out the unopened box of lingerie. Looking at the purple lingerie inside, Mom couldn't help but stare blankly, a blush rising to her face. Her delicate hand gently slid across the box, as if hesitating whether to open it. Was Mom going to wear it? No, Mom would never wear such revealing lingerie! Absolutely not. But what about the other two opened lingerie pieces? Suddenly, I remembered the sound of the closet coming from my mother's bedroom after she finished making phone calls. Could it be those two opened lingerie pieces? If Mom wore them... I quickly shook my head, forcibly suppressing the guilt-inducing thought. After looking at them for a long time, Mom sighed softly, put the packaging back in the plastic bag, and then placed it deep inside the closet. Mom hadn't touched the other two lingerie pieces. Was my guess wrong? Yes, it must be wrong. How could Mom wear such clothes! I breathed a sigh of relief, but what about three days later? I dared not think any further. Mom closed the closet door, then turned and went to the bedside, reaching for a white lace bra. Was Mom going to start wearing underwear? But she should be naked under the bath towel! Was Mom going to take off the bath towel in front of me now?! I had never seen Mom's naked body before. She was my mother! I felt a mix of fear and tension. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't budge. I didn't know why. I wanted to leave! I didn't want to see! That's my mother! I couldn't look! My legs, at least move a little!!! Although I tried my best to move my legs, my body betrayed me. My eyes were wide open, watching my mother's every move. With her left hand, she hooked her white lace bra with her little finger while using the other three fingers to grab a bath towel and pull it down very quickly. My heart jumped into my throat. I only had time to see my mother's two pink cherry-like nipples flash before my eyes. Suddenly, the bedroom light went out. The contrast between light and darkness after the light went out made my eyes feel strongly uncomfortable. The room looked a little blurry. It turned out that when my mother took off the bath towel with her left hand, her right hand reached to the wall to turn off the light. The light went out the instant she pulled down the bath towel. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I was able to vaguely see some things. Through the curtains, a thin layer of moonlight shone on my mother's flawless white body. In the dim moonlight, her body looked as white and tender as frost, crystal clear, like a fairy descending to earth. Her proud breasts shimmered with a creamy luster. Because the moonlight was partially blocked by the buildings outside, it could only shine on my mother's upper body. I couldn't see her lower body clearly because there was no light. Mom gently put on her white lace bra, adjusting its position slightly to make her deep cleavage particularly noticeable under the moonlight. Then she walked to the bedside and sat on the bed. By this time, the moonlight could no longer reach her body, and I could only vaguely see the outline of her slender figure in the darkness. Mom adjusted her posture and slowly slipped her two jade-like feet through her white cotton panties. Because she had to bend her thighs while putting on the panties, a small, tight, dark tuft of hair was faintly visible between her slightly parted thighs. It flashed past my eyes, and I felt a rush of blood to my head, making me dizzy. When I came to my senses, Mom had already put on her panties. She turned over, lay down, covered herself with the blanket, tidied her still-damp hair, and peacefully closed her eyes, looking as beautiful and serene as Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale. After a while, I could hear my mother's soft, even breathing coming from the bed. I knew she was asleep. I slowly closed the door, quietly went back to my bedroom, and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The birth control pills, the mysterious phone call, the purple lingerie, the tissue stained with a clear, glistening liquid, and that small, tightly clenched, dark, furry ball flashed before my eyes like a slideshow, leaving me exhausted but not sleepy at all. Three days, only three days left. That person will be back in three days. What should I do? What can I do? Why am I so useless?! Why am I so weak?! Dad!! Tell me! What should I do?! Dad!! Speak to me, Dad!! Dad… In my hazy state, I murmured "Dad," filled with deep questions, and finally, I fell asleep, exhausted. Chapter FourThe second phone call always seemed to pass by unnoticed. These past two days, Mom had gone to work as usual, coming home to cook. After school, besides focusing on my final exams, I secretly observed Mom's daily behavior. That phone call hadn't come again, and Mom's actions remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. Only the sound of the pill bottle being opened every night from Mom's bedroom proved she had started taking birth control pills again. With final exams approaching, the burden of studying made me temporarily forget what I couldn't forget. On the third night, Mom was still watching TV in the living room. After finishing my homework, I was debugging the accounting software on my computer in my bedroom. I was almost done, and I was incredibly happy. I thought that even if the software didn't win an award, being a software engineer would be great. I heard the job paid well, enough to support Mom and me. With me around, Mom wouldn't have to work anymore; she could stay home and cook delicious meals for me every day! Chat with me every day! And… Hmm? Strange? What am I thinking about? Why are all my thoughts about Mom and me? Oh, right, it must be because Mom is too tired. I'm her son, of course I care about her! So the first thing I thought of was being with Mom! Yes, that's right! I want to be with Mom forever! But thinking about my dream just now, how happy I would be if it all came true... Hmm! I must make Mom happy! Definitely!!! I was filled with anticipation for my future with Mom, I was so excited that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. (Ring ring ring ring...) The sudden ringing of the phone jolted me awake from my reverie, like a huge rock suddenly hitting a calm lake, making my heart skip a beat. Because of the upcoming final exams, the busy study tasks and the nearly finished software debugging were draining all my energy, making me almost forget what happened two days ago. Could it be that mysterious phone call again?! My heart tightened. Mom stood up from the sofa and walked towards the hallway. When she reached my bedroom door, she glanced in my direction, and seeing that the door was still closed, she seemed reassured. I quietly went to the door and secretly opened it a crack. Because my bedroom faces the hallway, I could see into it just by opening the door a little. Mom was already sitting on the high chair and had picked up the phone. (Hello…you're back?) Who's back? Is it that person?! Mom didn't lower her voice intentionally; probably because she saw my bedroom door was closed when she passed by and thought I couldn't hear her. Mom didn't know I was hiding behind the door. (Um…I've eaten.) It sounded like she was asking if Mom had eaten. (No, it's so late, go eat by yourself.) Did she want Mom to eat with him? But I know Mom doesn't like going out at night. (You're up to no good, I don't believe you.) Mom said coquettishly, which made me very uncomfortable. (No, I won't go out, you go by yourself.) I knew Mom wouldn't go out. (Tomorrow? We can only talk for a little while. You promised me last time, you can't go back on your word. I also have some accounts to sort out.) Is Mom really going to be late tomorrow? (I don't want to wear it, it looks so bad... I know no one can see, but...) Wear what? Is it about what we talked about last time? Is it that purple lingerie?! The other person on the phone seemed to be emphasizing something, and Mom looked troubled about something. (I know I promised you last time, but...) Mom was interrupted before she could finish speaking. (Why are you bringing this up again? I already said I wouldn't... Fine, you should be satisfied with me wearing it, right? Don't mention that again, you hear me?) The other person seemed to say something to Mom? Mom immediately agreed to wear it again. What could be more worrying to Mom than wearing lingerie? (I haven't opened it yet, I don't know what it looks like?) It seems like they're asking Mom what the lingerie is like? What does Mom look like wearing that purple lingerie? I thought she'd be even prettier than the model on the box, right? Hmm?! No!! I suddenly realized, oh my god?! How could I have such a thought? I slapped myself hard. My mother is my dearest person, how could I have such a thought about her?! But that sinful thought was like a seed after a spring rain, sprouting and growing silently, slowly, slowly in the depths of my heart… (Hehe, just teasing you, making you unable to sleep.) My mother said coquettishly, like flirting with a lover, making my heart ache. (Next week… um? What do you want to do? What bad thing are you up to again…) Before my mother could finish speaking, the other person seemed to be explaining something. (So I misunderstood you, okay? I'm sorry…) I don't know what the other person explained? My mother seemed very embarrassed. (Compensation? What do you want to do again? Last time you said you wanted me to…) My mother's voice suddenly became softer, as if she was very nervous, was she afraid I would hear? Before Mom could finish speaking, the other person seemed to be explaining something. Suddenly, Mom's expression brightened, as if she'd breathed a sigh of relief. (Oh? You startled me! It's just cooking! What do you want to eat?) The other person seemed to want Mom's cooking? And Mom's cooking really is delicious. Mom listened intently to what the other person was saying, nodding repeatedly. I noticed Mom's eyes were unusually gentle, a gentleness different from the gentleness she showed me. That gentle look in Mom's eyes was just like the way she used to look at Dad, so similar. (Okay…okay…as long as you like it…) Mom said gently, and that expression made me feel very uncomfortable, very sad. Why did I feel so sad? (Come to your place to cook? No, last time you…) The other person seemed to want Mom to cook for him. A blush suddenly rose on Mom's face, and she looked somewhat shy. Was Mom unwilling? Or was there some other reason? If it was just cooking, there shouldn't be a problem, right? (No, you can't come over, Xiaofeng will be here…) Hmm? Does that person want to come to my house for Mom's cooking? Does he really want Mom's cooking that much? I tensed up. Mom, please don't agree! (No, that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't want Xiaofeng…) Mom's voice trailed off. What doesn't she want me to do? I couldn't help but wonder. Mom listened to the other person in silence for a while. I don't know what they said, but Mom seemed a little guilty. (Don't be angry, it's not that I'm heartless, it's just that…) Mom was interrupted before she could finish. The other person seemed a little unhappy. The other person seemed to say a lot, but Mom didn't say anything. After a while, Mom suddenly chuckled softly. (You're such a grown-up, why are you arguing with a child…) Hmm? Strange? What does he want to argue with me about? The food? Mom kept smiling as she listened to the other person. (Fine, I'll cook for you, okay? You really…) Did Mom really agree? What should I do then? Has Mom forgotten about me? (Wait for me to rest? That'll have to wait until next week... but only at noon...) It seems they want Mom to go when she's resting. Noon? I'll be eating at school then. Mom's face suddenly turned red. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't get a chance, as if the other person had been talking the whole time. (No! I have to go home this afternoon, Xiaofeng still needs to...) The other person interrupted Mom again. After a while, Mom's face turned even redder. What did the other person say that made Mom react like this? (Don't say things like that, I don't like hearing them...) Hmm? What did Mom not like to hear? But Mom seemed very excited. (I can believe anyone but you, because you always...) Can't believe what? Although Mom said she didn't believe it, why was she smiling as she said it? There seemed to be a hint of shyness in her expression? Mom didn't speak for a while, as if the other person was assuring her something. Although she said she didn't believe it, Mom seemed hesitant and shy? (Okay, I'll believe you this once, but you can't...) It seemed the other person's promise had swayed Mom. Mom, are you really going to that man? Mom didn't say much more; it was the other person talking. Mom occasionally let out a few silvery laughs, I don't know what made her so happy. (You're so good with words, I...) I don't know what the other person said next, but Mom suddenly covered her mouth with her left hand and chuckled softly. (Hmm? I'm perfectly healthy. Why are you asking this...) The other person seemed to suddenly change the subject, as if asking about Mom's health. (Hmm...hmm...I'm almost out of my medicine...hmm...hmm? Why are you asking this?) Mom said casually, but seemed to sense something was wrong, and asked the other person back. Medicine? What medicine? Is it the bottle of birth control pills under Mom's pillow?"Is eating too much bad for your health? No, I don't feel anything wrong with my body..." What is it that is bad for your health if you eat too much? Is it the birth control pill? What exactly did the other person say was that eating too much is bad for Mom's health? (It's okay, I've always... um... um? Really?) The other person seemed to say something? Mom's expression seemed somewhat disbelieving yet worried. (Really, I can't keep taking it? I've never heard of it causing health problems if I take too much...) Does that mean I can't keep taking birth control pills? I don't really understand this, and Mom doesn't seem to believe it either. Mom's health has always been very good. What else did the other person say? Mom's expression seemed worried and uncertain. After a while, Mom's expression suddenly became uneasy. (Stop? No, no, wait, you're not planning something again, are you... No... what if...) What, stop? I was extremely anxious, but I couldn't hear what the other person was saying. Mom's face flushed again, her rosy cheeks looking delicate and alluring. She seemed to have something she couldn't bring herself to say. What was Mom worried about? (Those two times? Those two times were just accidents, we can only… um… um… You make it sound so nice, but what if you…) At this point, Mom seemed particularly shy, unable to say something, and hesitant about something. What did "those two times" mean? Those two times!! I had a bad feeling. And what did "what if" mean? Mom seemed worried about something too. (It was because I was afraid you wouldn't be honest that I… yeah, I ate it because I was scared… um, I started eating it before that time… um… It's not that I was worried, it's just that…) Mom's words suddenly became hurried, as if the other person was blaming her. (No, I didn't mean to distrust you… Oh, no, you know that's not what I meant…) It seemed like the other person was questioning Mom about something. Mom was urgently explaining something, but I couldn't understand. (I know you didn't do it the last few times... but you always... no, I'm mainly worried that you might... no, listen to me...) Mom seemed eager to say something, and the other person also seemed to be saying something urgently. Perhaps the other person was emphasizing something, so Mom stopped talking and listened silently. She didn't know what the other person said next, but Mom's expression slowly relaxed. (Okay, I believe you, but you can't mention that thing again, understand...) What thing? Is it about the pregnancy? (Um... um... I can only allow you to do this, you can't...) I can only allow you to do this? What? Mom's face turned even redder, and her thighs involuntarily rubbed back and forth. It's strange, why do Mom's legs rub back and forth whenever her face turns particularly red? (I'll finish the rest first... um... actually, I feel my skin is much better after eating it, um... I can eat it for another two weeks...) What leftovers? You can eat it for another two weeks? I couldn't help but think of the medicine bottle under my mother's pillow again. Was that what that person was talking about? ("I believe you, okay? Take it until you're done... Is it really harmful? It shouldn't be...") Both of them slowed their voices, seemingly no longer arguing. ("Hmm... We'll see... Hmm? Why do you keep trying to make me stop taking the medicine? Are you...?") My mother suddenly asked seriously. The other person seemed very nervous and said something very hurriedly. After a while, my mother's expression slowly relaxed, as if the other person's explanation had convinced her. ("Oh, thank you for your concern. I'm perfectly healthy.") My mother looked very happy, as if the other person had said something that made her happy. ("Okay, stop talking... Hmm... I know, let's talk about it after I rest... Hmm... I know, you're so long-winded!") My mother suddenly answered in a soft, coquettish voice, exceptionally charming, melodious, and lingering, making my heart tremble and my legs feel a tingling sensation. Oh my god! Mom, how could you talk to that person in that voice?! I don't know what the other person said, but Mom's face suddenly turned red, then she chuckled: (Can't stand it? I'm going to say it in that voice...hehehe...I don't believe it!) Mom suddenly became excited, looking like she was a few years younger, like the smug expression of a girl in my class when she's successfully pranked a boy. (Is she really soft-hearted? Humph, I don't believe it...) Why does Mom's tone sound like she's being coquettish? Did I hear wrong? (Alright, alright, stop talking, go eat, it's so late, don't go hungry...um...um...) Mom seemed to want to end the conversation, but the other person seemed reluctant. (Um...um? Tomorrow? You'd better wait for me...no, you're not an employee of our company, what if someone sees you coming here...no, I mean we should stick to the way we used to...) Huh? Not a colleague?! Then who is he?! Used to?! Didn't Mom used to work overtime at the company? "No, everyone knows I'm raising the child alone. We used to only meet after I got off work. What if someone sees you...?" Mom looked troubled. Hearing her words, could that person really not be a colleague?! Mom was silent for a moment, worried. After hearing what the other person said, Mom's expression slowly relaxed. "Well... you decide, um... I know, I won't forget. I'll wear it, okay? But you can only look, you can't... Humph, nobody believes you!" "Wear what?" In an instant, the image of that unopened purple lingerie flashed through my mind. Mom, are you really going to...? "By the way, don't eat too much tonight, it's bad for your stomach, you'll feel uncomfortable sleeping. It's windy at night, so go out...""Wear more clothes, don't catch a cold, and..." Mom was interrupted before she could finish speaking. But why did her gentle voice sound the same as when she used to tell Dad to go out? What did the other person say? Mom's face turned bright red, her delicate cheeks unusually pink, like a ripe red apple, making one want to take a bite. (Pah, who's calling you "old"... You still call me that, call me Sister Li!) What did she call her that made Mom so shy? And Sister Li, huh? Sister Li?!! Is the other person younger than Mom? Mom seemed particularly excited, her face flushed, as if something was making her especially excited. (Hmph... Being a year older is still being called "older"... No, I have to call her that... Hmm, that's more like it...) Mom seemed to be scolding the other person, but why was she so happy? (Hmm? What do you mean, "Older Sister Li"... Oh dear, you can't say the last two words! You, you still said that...) My mother's high, smooth nose suddenly wrinkled playfully, and she even lightly stomped her little feet, seemingly both anxious and excited. Her shy expression was like a woman in a romantic drama flirting with her lover—was it affection or shyness? I rubbed my eyes. Did my mother ever make that expression? Her flushed, delicate face and alluring eyes captivated me. But recalling what my mother had said on the phone, the other person seemed to be a year younger than her, so he must be thirty-three. I remembered those expensive women's suits and those three priceless lingerie pieces—were they gifts from that person? Thirty-three and already so rich? What does he do?! Who is he?! My hands unconsciously gripped my thighs tightly, yet I felt no pain. (Hehehe…you're so sweet-talking. By the way, don't wander around outside after dinner. Go home and sleep early. Don't forget to take a shower before bed, and…) Why do Mom's words sound like the instructions she gave me when I went on a long field trip? I know it's because Mom cares about me, but now the person she cares about is… (Hmm…hmm…hmm? What's wrong? You think I'm being long-winded? Then I…) Mom seemed a little unhappy, muttering softly, but before she could finish, the other person seemed to rush to explain something. The other person said a lot, but I don't know what they said. Mom's expression slowly relaxed, and after a while, she started to smile slightly again. (Good to know, okay, I'm hanging up now, you go quickly…) Mom seemed to want to end the conversation, but the other person seemed to interrupt her and said something else. (Hmm…hmm? No, no, I won't!) Mom's face became unusually shy, her already red face became even more radiant, looking like a peach blossom. What request did the other person make that made Mom so embarrassed? The other person kept talking, and Mom just listened, her expression both shy and excited. "Hmm...hmm...oh dear, I can't stand you! Just once! I won't care if you can't hear me." Hmm? What did Mom agree to? And she seemed really excited. I saw Mom cover the microphone and mouth with both her left and right hands, as if afraid someone would hear something. Through the crack in the door, I could only see Mom's profile. Her mouth and microphone were blocked by both hands. Mom didn't speak; I could only see her cheeks suddenly hollow, as if she were pursing her lips. Then, a muffled sound seemed to brush past my ear. Before I could hear it clearly, her cheeks returned to normal, her face flushed, as if she had done something very embarrassing. (Satisfied now...hmm...hmm...okay, go on, goodbye!) Mom finally hung up the phone, turned around, and stared blankly for a moment. Her eyes were glazed over, and her soft, smooth lips curved slightly upward, as if she were recalling the conversation. Then she smiled and shook her head slightly, gently patting her flushed, hot face with both hands, as if it were very hot. I glanced at my watch; the call had lasted about two hours. At this moment, Mom stood up from her high chair, looking cheerful and seemingly in a good mood. She was softly humming her favorite song. Mom slowly walked to the coffee table in the living room, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV. At this moment, she didn't notice that her son's bedroom door had been ajar.

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