My Story with My Mother 2

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【My Story with My Mother】(02)

Chapter Two: A Lonely Night.

Just as Aunt Li was about to leave, I also came out of the bushes.

"Auntie..." At this moment, I don't know where I got the courage, but I actually called out to Aunt Li,

but I regretted it as soon as I said it. Because at this moment I was planning to use this to make Aunt Li have the illusion that I

saw her having sex, so that I could even have some kind of

relationship with Aunt Li like in porn. However, I immediately felt that I was too impulsive and reckless, and even felt very

remorseful . But this is also understandable. After all, Aunt Li's mature body is

infinitely tempting to any man, let alone me, a young man full of vigor, and the desire I had just accumulated had not been

released, so this evil thought popped into my mind.

Aunt Li turned around when she heard me, "Xiao Feng, school is over today. What do you need me for?"

Aunt Li smiled warmly at me as she spoke. Aunt Li's demeanor was

completely different from the submissive bitch kneeling before a man's penis just moments before. However, I could also tell she seemed flustered; her smile was

forced, as if she was worried the boy had caught her in the act. But she

concealed well; if I hadn't actually witnessed what had just happened, I wouldn't have noticed.

Aunt Li's reaction surprised me. I had expected to catch her off guard,

but I had clearly forgotten that this woman had seen far more than I had walked; she was nearly 20

years older than me, far beyond my ability to manipulate. So, her question was difficult to answer. Did she expect me

to simply say I saw her having sex with someone else? I felt Aunt Li wouldn't admit it, especially since I

didn't have much evidence. It might even make her hostile towards me… For a moment,

I could only stand there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Li Shiting seemed to sense the boy's predicament. Based on her years of life experience, she was

fairly certain had witnessed her embarrassing ordeal. But Aunt Li remained calm. Even I,

a young man, knew I was in an awkward situation, let alone Aunt Li.

"Xiao Feng, is there something you want to tell Auntie?" Aunt Li continued with a gentle smile. It must be said, Aunt Li

was truly beautiful—an oval face, large eyes, a delicate nose, and full, sensual lips; she was simply stunning.

Not to mention her curvaceous figure. Looking at her smiling, fair face, I was instantly

captivated by her enchanting smile… My mouth went dry, and I forgot to answer.

"If Xiao Feng doesn't want to say anything, then Auntie will be going now. Auntie has something to do later, so I won't keep you company. Remember

to come visit Luo Hua when you have time." Aunt Li smiled again and turned away, the "tap-tap" of her heels fading into the distance.

At that moment, I snapped out of my daze and realized that Aunt Li had walked far away. I hurriedly chased after her, calling out, "Auntie,

wait!"

Aunt Li patiently turned around again. This time, she bent down slightly, and the already low

lace collar of her dress was now completely pulled down, revealing a patch of snow-white and deep purple underwear.

I stared, completely mesmerized. I immediately felt my penis visibly hardening, which was quite embarrassing

because I was standing upright, and my 23cm member instantly pitched a small tent.

"Xiaofeng, what's wrong with calling Auntie? Do you need Auntie's help?" As an

experienced certainly noticed the unusual movement in my lower body. Recalling my earlier behavior, she probably knew

that I had just witnessed her having sex. However, she didn't panic. Instead, she firmly maintained the initiative, asking me in

a coquettish voice , emphasizing the word "help." Her red tongue was still lingering on her lips, and her eyes

were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at my erection. She moved gracefully towards me.

"Auntie, what you just did was wrong. That person wasn't Uncle He!" I said to Auntie Li, my face flushed. I

mustered and felt as if I were standing on a moral high ground,

becoming somewhat righteous again.

"Oh? What are you talking about?" Aunt Li pretended not to know, swaying her hips as she walked towards me.

"Xiao Feng saw everything, right—doesn't he want to taste Auntie's flavor too?" When Aunt Li reached me

, she leaned her head on my shoulder and gently blew into my ear. I felt a strong perfume scent fill

my nostrils, and then I felt a soft, boneless novel touch my penis.

"Oh—our Xiao Feng has grown up, this thing is so big and hard—" Aunt Li continued to lewdly laugh.

Her hand movements changed from touching to stroking.

At this moment, my mind was in complete chaos, and I felt a voice in my heart telling me to succumb,

but a last shred of clarity held onto my conscience. Just as I was struggling with this internal conflict, Aunt Li had already unzipped

my pants… I immediately felt a chill on my penis; half of the glans was exposed to

the air . “Ah!” I snapped out of my daze, quickly took a few steps back, and hurriedly pulled my pants back up.

I said, “Auntie, how could you do this? You’re a married woman! Did you consider Luo Hua?

Did you consider Uncle He?”

Hearing this, Aunt Li’s seductive expression vanished completely, replaced by a cold,

unrecognizable . She said coldly, “Xiao Feng, you wouldn’t understand adult matters. Since you don’t want to, Auntie won’t

force you. But Auntie begs you not to tell anyone about today. Auntie has some difficulties that she can’t explain, please

keep it a secret.” With that, Aunt Li ignored me and turned to leave. It wasn’t a plea; it was

an order.

I wanted to say something, but Aunt Li’s cold expression flashed through my mind,

and I swallowed the words that were about to come out. I cursed myself inwardly for being such a useless piece of trash. Despite having martial arts skills and high intelligence, I couldn't handle a woman

. But I only thought about it; after all, Aunt Li was a woman who had been navigating the social world for over ten years, and her cunning and

shrewdness were far beyond what a little kid like me could imagine. I shook my head, trying to banish those bad

thoughts from my mind, and went home dejectedly.

When I entered, I saw my mother lying on the sofa, a face mask on her face, resting with her eyes closed.

She had changed out of her business attire and was wearing simple home pajamas. Hearing the door open, my mother

stood up and said calmly, "You're back. The food is ready and on the table. Help yourself to your dishes after you're done eating."

"Wash it off. Remember to wash your clothes after you shower. Tomorrow's the weekend, you can play a little longer tonight, but you must be in bed by

eleven ." After saying that, she ignored me and

went upstairs to her bedroom in her silver sandals.

I was already used to my mother's attitude. Ever since my father left, she had been indifferent to all

men , only willing to say a few words to me, her son. Even when

talking to CEOs of other companies, she wouldn't show a smile. Because of her successful career,

stunning , and aloofness, she was known as the "Ice Queen" in the city's high society. Actually, I understood my mother very well.

Five years had passed since my father left. At first, my mother held onto a sliver of hope, but after five years,

the last had dissipated. After all, she loved my father to death back then, but he abandoned

us, mother and son.

Moreover, several of his business rivals coveted my mother's beauty and tried to force her after he left. Thankfully, with Uncle He's help, my mother and I survived those

difficult years… It's fair to say my mother's heart was dead. If it weren't for me, her son

, she probably wouldn't have found any motivation to strive. Whenever I think of this, my heart aches.

I feel guilty, hating myself for not growing up faster to protect my mother. And I don't know when it started, but I've

become incredibly infatuated with her. My guilt and admiration have gradually turned into pity and possessiveness. I long for

my mother to be my possession, but these are just thoughts. If I were to do

something inappropriate to her, perhaps she would forgive me out of maternal love, but once I'm independent, she'll probably try

to kill herself.

Sigh, life is truly exhausting. To others, I come from a wealthy family, have a mother as beautiful as an angel, and

live a carefree life. I'm also a top student; several prestigious high schools in the province have offered me places,

and my future seems bright. But only I know that everything I have is fraught with uncertainty. I can't

guarantee one day my mother won't suddenly decide to leave me… Thinking about this, my eyes gradually

welled up with tears. I ate a few bites of food listlessly, took a shower, finished the housework, turned off the lights in the living room, and went

back to my room. It was only 8:30 pm, the busiest and most vibrant time of night in the city, but in

our suburban villa, all was quiet. Only my mother's and my room's lights were on, and

an indescribable sadness and sorrow filled the air.

I intended to go straight to sleep after returning to my room, but what had happened today made it impossible for me to fall asleep. The alluring body of Aunt Li kept flashing through my mind

, and my previously dormant penis slowly began to stir. Although Tai Chi is said to

harmonize Yin and Yang, my masculine energy was simply too strong. I had originally planned to masturbate, but I

gradually realized that my penis showed no signs of stopping; it was still painfully hard. Reluctantly, I picked up

my phone from the bedside table and opened my cloud storage—a 50TB file of movies I'd bought from a WeChat friend for 500 yuan back in junior high,

neatly categorized. My favorite genre was mature women, but

perhaps Aunt Li's videos were too impactful, because even as the progress bar nearly finished, I still hadn't ejaculated

. Frustrated, I lay down.

After lying down, I grumbled for a while, thinking about my mother. My penis seemed to sense my sadness and

gradually lowered its proud head. Although the physical need gradually subsided, the thought of my mother

still filled me with heartache and sorrow.

I took out my phone again, opened the "message in a bottle" feature on WeChat, and wrote

down .

Sending messages in bottles is a habit of mine. I often hear classmates at school talk about making

new friends through messages in bottles, and I also fantasize about finding a close friend. However, I've been sending messages in bottles for almost three months now,

and haven't received any replies; they've almost all disappeared without a trace.

"My mom came back today. She's very cold to me, even though I know she loves me, but I

wish she could smile at me more often." After thinking for a long time, I still didn't write about Aunt Li.

Although I didn't promise her, I felt that Aunt Li seemed to have some difficulties, so I felt it wasn't something to be ashamed of to talk about her

situation . After writing this, I threw the bottle away. Then I

casually tossed my phone onto the bedside table.

Just as I was feeling increasingly sleepy and about to drift off to sleep, the WeChat call notification sounded.

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