Mother and her lover

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Perhaps due to the economic transition, the factory where my parents worked went from being a major taxpayer in the city to a near-bankrupt enterprise. Employees were laid off one after another, even technical backbone like my father couldn't escape the fate of being laid off… My mother worked in the finance department. Although the layoffs hadn't yet affected her department staff, from my parents' usual worried conversations, I knew that the day my mother would be laid off wasn't far off.

But that day hadn't arrived yet, and my mother still had to go to work every day, while my father, who had already been laid off, started staying home every day.

In less than two months, my once cheerful father seemed to have fallen ill. Every day after school, I would see him sitting downstairs like a statue, silent and still—in fact, many laid-off uncles and aunts in this workers' building were in a similar situation, often seen sitting silently in one place.

My father brought this state home with him, silently facing my mother. A thick, dark cloud had begun to hang over our once happy and harmonious home.

Finally, Dad's apathetic state infuriated Mom. At first, they avoided arguing with me, but later they treated me like I didn't exist. They'd argue whenever either of them was in a bad mood, but thankfully, they remained rational and never physically fought.

However, as Dad came to terms with and accepted reality, this gradually changed. Dad no longer stayed home all day; he went out every day to find work. Mom and I were very happy about this, and our home returned to its former peace and happiness.

One evening not long after, Dad announced to Mom and me that, thanks to his excellent welding skills, he had found a well-paying job at a foreign shipbuilding company. Unfortunately, the company wasn't in our city, but in Dalian. This meant that either Dad would have to work in another city alone, or our whole family would have to move to Dalian.

After discussing it as a family, we decided that Dad would go to Dalian first, and we would see how he fared there after I graduated from junior high school and Mom was laid off. If conditions allowed then, Mom and I would then move there.

After making the decision, Mom and I packed Dad's luggage, and the next day we saw him off on the train to Dalian.

At first, my mother and I were not used to life without my father. My mother, in particular, lost a lot of weight; her once full face became thinner, her complexion lost its rosy glow, and she seemed listless all the time. For a while, I even doubted if she was still my beautiful and cheerful mother. She only seemed more energetic when she received a phone call from my father.

A month later, my mother and I received a remittance from my father—his first month's salary. My mother said it was a lot of money; she hadn't expected to earn so much working at the shipyard. This news made me very happy. You see, many uncles and aunts in our building haven't found work yet. Seeing their tired and worried faces as they struggle to make ends meet every day makes me feel sorry for them.

Days passed by, and my mother and I got used to life without my father. Occasionally, I would see my mother sitting in a daze, and I knew she was thinking of him.

Before we knew it, half a year had passed since my father went to Dalian. Now, my mother seems to have completely adapted to this life; her complexion is much better than when my father first left.

But perhaps because of the heavy workload at work, Mom often works overtime these days. Every time I come home from school and see the food she's prepared and covered with bowls on the table, I know she's been working overtime again. Mom works so hard; she always works very late, sometimes even after I've finished my homework and gone to sleep.

A few days before Mid-Autumn Festival, Mom told me that Dad's planned holiday was canceled because of a very tight shipbuilding schedule. Although I miss Dad a lot, I was actually quite happy to hear this news because some of my good friends told me they planned to go to the botanical garden on Mid-Autumn Festival and stay overnight to attend a bonfire party at a summer resort there.

To be honest, this was very tempting, but I thought Dad would be coming home, so I declined.

Well, that's great! Although I was a little disappointed that Dad wasn't coming home for the holiday, it gave me a chance to go out with my friends. The main problem now was whether Mom would agree to me and my classmates staying out all night. But to my delight, when I mustered up the courage to tell Mom, she didn't object. She was just a little worried about our safety, but when I mentioned that one of my classmates' fathers worked at the Summer Palace, she relaxed and readily agreed to my request.

The day finally arrived. I got up early, took the food Mom had prepared, and rode my bicycle to the meeting place with my classmates. After everyone arrived, we set off. After

riding for more than four hours, we finally arrived at the botanical garden. Although we were tired from the journey, we were still in high spirits. We immediately started laughing and joking as we crossed the various uniquely shaped and whimsical bridges. I clumsily fell into the water several times, causing the tourists watching on both banks to burst into laughter. Although I was a little embarrassed, I was still very happy.

We played like this until evening. At the appointed time, a few of us arrived at the summer resort to find our classmate's father, but he told us that the planned bonfire party had been canceled due to insufficient guests. We were all disappointed, but what could we do? They couldn't possibly hold a party just for us students, could they? Our classmate's father said that since we were there, we should stay and have fun for the night; the karaoke room and arcade were free, and we could sleep there after we were done and head back to the city the next day.

But for some reason, I just couldn't muster the energy. Singing and playing video games felt pointless. Around nine o'clock that night, Xiaolin suddenly said he wanted to go home and asked if anyone wanted to go with him. I was already feeling bored, and thinking about my mother spending the Mid-Autumn Festival alone at home, I suddenly felt very guilty, so I decided to go back with Xiaolin.

Ignoring the other two classmates' attempts to persuade me to stay, Xiaolin and I set off on our bikes. Although it was very dark, strangely enough, we rode all the way back to the city without any problems!

When I arrived at my apartment building, it was just past one in the morning.

I looked up at my window; the light was off. Then I went to the back of the building to check my parents' bedroom window, but I didn't see any light coming out. Mom must be asleep.

So I tiptoed upstairs, quietly opened the door, and slipped inside. I didn't want to wake Mom; she might scold me for being careless coming home so late. I'd better quickly sneak back to my room and sleep. Tomorrow I'll just say my classmate's dad drove us home.

But as soon as I tiptoed inside, I saw light coming from the transom above my parents' bedroom door. Strange, why didn't I see the light on downstairs? Had Mom woken up? Or had she drawn the curtains?

Just as I was making these wild guesses, a strange sound suddenly came from the bedroom, like Mom groaning. I was startled. Was Mom feeling unwell? Just as I was wondering what to do, I heard a man's voice… Ah, Dad's home?

I quickly slipped over, intending to surprise Dad by suddenly pushing open the door, but when I reached the bedroom door, I heard Mom urgently whispering from inside, "Don't touch...don't touch anymore...I can't take it..."

What were they doing? I stopped at the doorway, knowing it wasn't the time to go in, but I was incredibly curious about what was happening inside. My parents' bedroom door was next to the window, so I quietly climbed onto the windowsill and peered through the door and window. There was a curtain hanging in the window, but thankfully there was a small gap that allowed me to see inside.

When I peered through the gap into the door frame, I was stunned.

Mom and a man were lying naked on the bed. The man wasn't Dad, but an uncle I'd never seen before.

At that moment, the man was lying on his side next to Mom, who was lying on her back, and was forcefully grabbing and kneading her very full breasts with his right hand.

Mom—was having an affair!!!

My body went limp, my mind a jumbled mess. One moment I wanted to rush in and yell at them for my father, the next I wanted to run away. But in the end, I didn't move. I just lay there, staring intently at the two naked bodies on the bed.

The man was very dark-skinned, and my mother's snow-white body looked jarring next to him. My eyesight is excellent, and I could clearly see that my mother's nipples, which were originally somewhat inverted, gradually swelled up under the man's kneading, eventually becoming as big as chalk points and standing erect on her breasts. The man stopped touching her and instead reached between my mother's legs

and began to knead them. Soon, my mother started to writhe, reaching down to grab her breasts. The man probably felt uncomfortable and shifted his body, and I saw his long, dark penis lying across my mother's snow-white thighs.

The man whispered something while parting my mother's pubic hair with two fingers, then inserted two more fingers and started twisting them. My mother kept writhing her waist and hips. After a while, I heard my mother shout at him, "Come on up..."

The man chuckled, but didn't climb on top. Instead, he rolled over and leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs, so his penis stood erect.

He held it and slowly stroked it a few times, but his eyes were on my mother as he said something to her. My mother smiled, sat up, and gently patted his penis. Then she rolled over and knelt between the man's legs, taking half of it into her mouth. She then lowered her head and remained still. The man, however, seemed unable to resist, closing his eyes, frowning, and twisting his hips.

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