Mother who has arrived (02)

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(II)
Under the setting sun of August, feeling the sweltering heat, I walked out of the K City train station platform. At the bustling exit, I waited listlessly for my mother, whom I had never met before. Clearly, something had delayed her; I had been sitting on my suitcase for almost 20 minutes, and the sky was slowly turning from yellow to red.
A few days ago, I had informed her of my arrival time and train number in K City via phone and text message, but I didn't know her address or workplace, resulting in this awkward situation of waiting idly. If this were three days from now, I could easily walk to the university and stay in the dormitory. Unfortunately, the earliest reporting deadline hadn't arrived yet.
Honestly, the longer I waited, the more at ease I felt. Because I really didn't know how to face this woman. If I had to consider her as my mother's generation, my traditional impression of my mother was still that of a housewife who considered singing "Fairy Tale" fashionable and watched 8 PM dramas in her spare time. But this woman, based on the image she's presented to me online these past few days, is so different not only from my parents' generation, but even from me. If it weren't for our mother-son blood relationship, I would probably consciously stay away from such a radiant woman on the subway or bus to avoid being looked down upon.
Just then, my phone rang, and the screen displayed the name "Eileen" (I didn't know how to address her, so I honestly wrote her name, though this might seem a bit cold).
"Hello?" I picked up the phone, deliberately drawing out my voice.
"Hello? Hanhan? Where are you now? I'm so sorry I was held up by something..." Her voice sounded a little anxious.
I forgot to mention, ever since that phone call, she's been calling me "Hanhan" without my consent. She herself has started referring to herself as "Mom" without me even realizing it.
"I'm at the exit, sitting on a suitcase wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, holding a phone. Have you ever seen what I look like?... "
Ignoring my slightly malicious words, her loud "Oh!" made me flinch.
"I see you! I see you! Over here!" she shouted excitedly into the phone.
I looked up, about to say, "How would I know which way you're talking about!" when I saw a woman waving from a car to my right—a white BMW. Seeing me looking at her, she opened the door, got out, and jogged towards me, her long, white legs particularly striking as she stepped out.
A beautiful young woman, wearing sunglasses, a green sheer skirt, and with long, wavy black hair, ran towards me in white high-heeled sandals, "tap, tap, tap." Because of her revealing clothing, her exposed areas were incredibly voluptuous as she ran. At the same time, she greeted me loudly, attracting the attention of passersby, which made me feel slightly embarrassed.
"Come on, come on, tired? Waited a long time? Come on, give me your bag... Ouch... This bag is really heavy..." She ran over and tried to grab my bag, but almost fell over due to her weight.
I casually took the bag and pointed towards her car, "Your car door isn't closed yet..."
She turned around and was startled. "Ah, it really is... It's alright, it's alright, let's go." After saying that, I carried my suitcase and walked with her side by side.
Judging from her behavior just now, I might have thought she was a bit careless or even a bit loud. However, I later discovered that it was just her excitement and joy at seeing her newborn child. In real life, her personality was more like that of a stern and unsmiling ice queen. No matter who she was with, given enough time, that queen-like demeanor would slowly emerge.
After getting in the car, I sat in the passenger seat and kept glancing at her legs. Her current posture, the thin green gauze skirt rolled up almost to her thighs, exposed her snow-white thighs, which were particularly dazzling in the sunlight, the bluish veins faintly visible, making my head feel a little dizzy. I've liked looking at women's thighs since puberty, so this was truly a wonderful moment. Although she was my mother by blood, I didn't give her the respect due to an elder in my heart, and I wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her.
On the back seat of the car was a delicate and large black women's handbag, the kind I had seen before, big enough to hold clothes.
"Should we go home first or eat first? Or should we go home first and put our things down..."
"Let's eat first! I'm hungry." My seemingly nitpicky answer surprised her, and she immediately said, "Oh, okay, okay, let's eat first." But I was really hungry, and if I had to wait until we got back to her house and everything was settled, I probably wouldn't be able to hold on.
"Hello? Zhou Xiaowei? Come help me get these things, yeah, right~ Hey, hurry up, where? As for the location..." She turned to me and asked what I wanted to eat. I said anything was fine, as long as there was rice.
"Oh, then let's go to Hengjiang South. Hurry up, we'll be there in about 15 minutes, okay, that's all." She hung up the phone and casually tossed her white iPhone 4 onto the glove compartment. Then she started the car and headed towards her destination.
"Who was that?" I asked. "Oh, just a kid from my company, I usually ask him to run errands or something." She said casually. I wasn't too surprised that she used the word "company," considering the car's features and decorations weren't cheap.
"What do you do?... I mean, the company." I asked. "Oh... kind of like real estate, I guess." "She answered simply, without saying much. But I later learned that she also owned five shops in the downtown area, as well as several small beauty salons and clothing stores, but she had others manage them and mainly focused on the company's affairs.
"Are you living alone now?" I asked tentatively. "Yes." Thank goodness, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have wanted to stay at her house for the next few days. I was a little nervous to realize this now.
There was nothing else to say on the way, and we soon arrived at the restaurant, a Chinese restaurant that looked quite upscale, more like a coffee shop.
A young man in a gray-yellow suit was already waiting at the door. Seeing us get out of the car, he hurried over and bowed and smiled obsequiously at his boss, "Hey, Sister Lin, we're here, hehe."
"This is my son, Lu Yanming," my mother pointed to me, then to the young man and said to me, "This is Zhou Xiaowei from our company. You can ask him for help if you need anything in the future."
"Hello, Brother Xiaowei..." I lowered my head.
"Ah! Hello, hello! Oh, Sister Lin, you have a son? He's so big already! And such a handsome little boy! Sister Lin, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were only a few years older than me, haha." Zhou Xiaowei laughed heartily.
"Stop with the sweet talk. Drive the car to my house, here are the keys. Move your things to the living room first, then drive it back. Hurry up." My mom dismissed Zhou Xiaowei with a few words, looking quite experienced. It seemed like we'd have many more opportunities to see him in the future.
Then we went into "Heng Jiangnan," a Sichuan-style restaurant. It was clear my mom was a regular customer; as soon as we entered, the waiters and manager kept saying, "Hello, Sister Lin," "Sister Lin is here again," and led us to a private room inside.
Here's a detail: her phone beeped during the journey, presumably from a text message. After reading it, she muttered, "So many spam texts from mobile carriers," and turned off the screen. But as she unlocked it to check the message, I inadvertently glimpsed her four-digit unlock code from behind.
I didn't intentionally peek; it's just that I've always had a strong ability to quickly analyze and process image information. Those pranks that flash in front of me and then snatch it away never work on me; most of the time, I can see the whole thing. Her code was "2920," and I couldn't figure out the specific
meaning of that number.
We sat down in a nicer private room by the window. After she ordered, she started asking me all sorts of questions. It's worth noting that the accents in K City and our small town are significantly different, even though we speak the same language system from the same province. Locals can easily distinguish the differences. After living here for over a decade, she had completely adopted the K City accent, which made me feel somewhat alienated.
Most of our conversation revolved around my life, including my upbringing, family situation, when I started school, and any troubles I had in life or studies. I mostly gave brief, perfunctory answers. I understood her desire to know everything in a short time, but I still didn't like summarizing my life in just a few words.
After she took off her sunglasses, she looked much better in person than in her photos. Even with light makeup, she had a real star quality. If I were stared at by those bright, sparkling eyes, I might blush.
"You look just like your dad," she said meaningfully, looking at me. Indeed, my dad and I are practically identical, so I've never doubted that I don't look like my mother. But I honestly couldn't see exactly what I resembled her in.
Later, she suddenly looked at me with a slightly pitiful expression and said, "Hanhan, can you call me Mom?"...
I paused, looked at her silently for a moment, and then softly said, "Mom."
"Oh! So good, so good! That's wonderful, wonderful!" Hearing this, she was overjoyed, her eyes even seeming a little moist. Seeing her like this, I was somewhat touched, after all, we're related by blood. After the dishes were served, I decided to eat with her peacefully.
But after only a bite or two, her phone suddenly rang again. She opened it, glanced at it, and chuckled. Then she got up and said to me, "You eat first, I'm going to the restroom," and walked out with a smile on her face, phone in hand. Her expression was a bit like someone who'd caught another child doing something naughty, even a little flirtatious.
But I didn't think much of it at the time, focusing on my rice, and even remarking that this restaurant was indeed excellent. Not long after, she returned, beaming, a smile still on her face.
But after sitting down, her phone kept ringing with messages. She ignored it, replying to one when she couldn't resist, and then didn't touch it again, focusing only on talking to me and eating. Occasionally, she'd glance down, a slight smile playing on her lips.
After a satisfying meal, I found the car already parked outside, untouched. It seemed Xiaowei had been quite efficient this week. She then drove me back to her place.
Near the entrance to the complex, she stopped and pointed to a cluster of brightly lit buildings on the opposite hill, saying, "That's Fenglin Middle School. Pretty close, huh?" It looked like the seniors at Fenglin Middle School had already started classes. Actually, it didn't seem that close, but I knew what she meant and didn't say anything. Whether I lived at school or at her house for the next three years was up to my family.
Entering the complex, judging from the security checkpoint, parking spaces, vegetation, and apartment layouts, it seemed to be a relatively upscale community. Unlike the uniformly decorated, pseudo-Western European-style luxury buildings, this place was clearly designed for comfort and tranquility.
Her building had a large balcony every three floors, and the entire building was tiered, equipped with elevators and sturdy combination locks. Her apartment was on the third floor, a luxurious unit with a huge balcony (or rather, a small courtyard).
Upon arriving at the door, I was immediately struck by her enormous shoe cabinet. Two-thirds of the long entrance hallway was lined with shoe cabinets, displaying at least fifty or sixty pairs of shoes of all kinds. I don't know much about shoes, but they all looked high-end. Next to the entrance was a small room. She opened the door and brought me a new pair of slippers to change into. Looking inside, I discovered there were three more small shoe cabinets! It seemed this room was specifically for storing shoes she didn't wear often and other miscellaneous items.
The air conditioning was very strong right at the entrance, indicating she wasn't planning on saving electricity. Stepping inside, I found it surprisingly large. Rather than large, the interior design, with its minimalist, solid-color style, created a spacious feel and a sophisticated atmosphere. There was no double-level staircase, only a master bedroom, two secondary bedrooms, an extremely spacious living room and dining room, and of course, a large balcony facing the inner side of the complex. Between the master bedroom and one of the secondary bedrooms was a fully equipped bathroom. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but stepping into the room gave me the feeling of entering a woman's boudoir. Everything around me seemed to be filled with a strong female hormone, subtly stimulating my senses.
"Come, come, let me show you your room." She smiled and beckoned me, leading me into a bedroom near the living room. Although it was a secondary bedroom, it was quite spacious, equipped with a black lacquered wooden desk and a desktop computer with an LCD screen. There was also a large bookshelf next to it, filled with all sorts of books. To the left, against the wall, was a large Simmons bed, already covered with a seasonal summer mat and a stack of velvet blankets. And to the right of the room, there was even room for a large wardrobe. It was more like a study prepared for me than a bedroom.
"How about it, not bad, right? You can write, read, and surf the internet here~" She smiled slightly at me, and I nodded blankly, then asked a question: "Isn't it a nightmare to clean such a big house all by yourself?..."
"Not at all," she said with a smile. "Every Friday, an older lady named Aunt Chen comes over to help with the cleaning."
Okay, it seems I asked an unnecessary question. What wealthy woman doesn't hire a nanny or a cleaning lady?
"Put your things down first, I'll go change my shoes," she said with a smile. Only then did I notice she was still wearing those white high-heeled sandals, her bright red nail polish dazzling.
After she left, I sat down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. This woman really seemed to want me to stay. I reached out and touched the thin velvet blanket beside the bed, feeling its smooth texture. Instinctively, I sniffed it; it even had a similar fragrance to hers. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and for a moment, the thought of using it to masturbate flashed through my mind.
"Hanhan, come out here~" she called from outside. I went out and found her pushing out a very nice black and green mountain bike from somewhere.
"Using it to school will only take about 20 minutes, isn't that convenient?"
Hmm...
that struck a chord with me. Since childhood, I've had a rather romantic longing for the idea of riding my bicycle to and from school in the early morning light and at dusk—it's practically the standard equipment for high school students! Unfortunately, my home is only a two-minute walk from the classroom, so even walking feels unnecessary, and I can't say I'm without regret.
"Why don't you stay at Mom's? Three years of schooling is tough, this way things will be easier..." Sure enough, she finally spoke up, her bright black eyes fixed on me, silently waiting for my reply.
On the way here, I had never even considered living with a woman like her for three years. However, based on her gentle persuasion and the generally positive impression I'd had of her since we met, my heart had softened. A strange sense of kinship welled up within me. After
a moment's thought, seeing her staring straight at me, I finally nodded, unsure whether it was out of emotion or reason.
"That's great!" she exclaimed happily, giving me a tight hug and pressing her face against my chest.
It was the first time I'd had such intimate contact with this woman; her incredibly soft body held me so tightly, giving me the illusion of being coiled by a water snake. Her captivating perfume, mixed with the fragrance of her hair, wafted over me at its most intense. Although it only lasted two or three seconds, I felt as if I were ascending to heaven.
"From now on, Hanhan will officially be my dear son, haha~" she said playfully, still holding my arm tightly. I was a little embarrassed and didn't say anything, but I felt a warm glow inside.
After unpacking my luggage, I came to the living room. She turned on the huge 40-inch TV and told me to sit down and watch some TV while she went to take a shower. As she spoke, I saw her casually toss her phone onto the marble coffee table, then pick up the large black handbag from the sofa—the same large bag I'd seen in the back seat of the car earlier—and take out one or two crumpled pieces of clothing. They looked like cotton sports vests and shorts, the kind women often wear to gyms and yoga studios. Next, she took out a sports bra and some stretchy underwear, both still damp with sweat.
Had she gone to the gym today?
Finally, she threw everything, including a pair of dark green lace underwear, into a large bamboo basket. Then she picked up the basket, went to the automatic washing machine on the balcony, threw all the clothes in, pressed the switch, and came back. She smiled gently at me and went into the bathroom; soon after, I heard the sound of running water.
Don't ask me why I'm scrutinizing everything so closely, like I'm spying on someone; it's just one of my finest traits…
I lay on the incredibly soft sofa in the living room, looking at the ceiling, which was twice as high as mine, thinking about when I could tell my family about the current situation.
Just then, her phone rang twice more, and the screen lit up. Out of curiosity, and since she was taking a shower, I picked it up without thinking. I
'm ashamed to admit that I've never really taken respecting other people's privacy seriously, as long as they weren't looking. I even picked up a glass from the table and started looking at the screen while drinking water.
She had her screen locked, so she didn't know what she received. But since I had unintentionally memorized her password during dinner, unlocking it was a piece of cake. Sometimes things just happen that way, but what happened next was something I never expected.
After entering "2029" to unlock, the first thing I saw was a chat interface. The two newest messages at the bottom read, "Little baby, are you home yet? You'll miss your big brother's big cock tonight too~ (sexy)" and "Hurry up and show your big boobs to your brother (sexy), otherwise your brother won't be able to sleep tonight~"
Wow! My eyes widened instantly, and I almost spat out my water. How could such brutal content appear right off the bat?! I don't know who my mom is dating right now, but it seems this woman's private life is quite wild... Could it be that those knowing smiles she makes while eating are because of this?
The contact's name she wrote was "Big Bad Cow." But as I scrolled up, I discovered things were far more complicated than I thought...
I kept scrolling until I reached the top, which was the time record after noon today. It seems she has a habit of deleting the day's records every day.
The first message was from "Big Bad Cow," asking when she would be coming over this afternoon. My mom replied, "I'll arrive around 2 PM."
Then, there was a four-hour blank period.
As I scrolled down, I realized I'd missed two pictures because I'd scrolled too fast! The content of those pictures shocked me.
After a four-hour gap, "Big Bad Bull" sent the first picture: a muscular man, faceless, his grey tank top rolled up to reveal exaggerated abs and V-shaped lines. He was pulling down his pants, revealing a huge, semi-erect penis pointing at the camera. A couple of dumbbells were scattered on the floor nearby. The
next message was, "Baby, I'm still at the gym~ Missed it? Is it as impressive as before?~ (lewd)". And it was sent around the time we were having dinner that evening. I remembered my mom unconsciously laughing out loud—was it because of this???
I quickly continued reading. After replying, "Ugh, so mean (embarrassed)," my mom also sent a picture, and its content was absolutely shocking!
The picture shows a woman's skirt, her face obscured. One leg is exaggeratedly straddling a platform, and judging from the bathroom layout behind her, she's likely resting one foot on the toilet seat. She lifts her green, sheer skirt, revealing, shockingly, nothing underneath!
A pink, erect clitoris is prominently displayed. The pubic hair on her lower abdomen and perineum is clearly meticulously trimmed, and her labia are completely hairless, so pink it looks like it's been photoshopped—back then, photo editing apps didn't exist. Near her groin, there's a small, colorful butterfly tattoo.
Looking upwards, a beautiful belly button with a clear piercing is visible. From this angle, you can even vaguely see her dark green lace bra. I remembered the dark green lace panties I saw her take out of her bag in the living room earlier; they looked like a matching pair with the bra.
Could it be that this woman has been without underwear the entire time she met me?!
She immediately followed up with a message that read, "No matter how strong you are, you still have to kneel down and lick me obediently~ (smug)"
"Ahhhhh, I'm about to have a nosebleed! I want to fuck you right now, baby! (lustful)" Big Bad Bull replied quickly.
My mom said, "We did it twice this afternoon and you still weren't satisfied! (angry)"
Big Bad Bull said, "Hehe, that's because I just paid my wife's dues last night, and I wasn't in the best condition the first time~ You weren't satisfied either, so I wanted to make up for it in the changing room later (hehe)"
My mom said, "You still have the nerve to talk back! (angry) Every time we do it, you don't use a condom or take off your underwear, and afterwards it's all messy down there. Today you made both of my underwear unwearable (angry) (humph)"
Big Bad Bull said, "That's because you're so wet~ (hehe)"
My mom said, "Hmph! I just wanted to go to the gym and work out properly today, and then pick up my son." "I didn't expect you to insist on going for it. I won't stop you. Are you trying to pounce on me in public? (pouts) (humphs)"
Big Bad Bull: "Isn't it because you're dressed so provocatively and have such a hot body? (lewd) The first day I saw you doing weight training, my dick got hard as iron. I thought I'd never seen such a sexy woman before! (hehe)"
My mom: "Later in the changing room, after I had changed my clothes, you pulled down my pants and pressed me against the closet for so long! It made me late picking up my son! (angry)"
Big Bad Bull: "Oh~ isn't it better for it to last longer, little baby? So you'll remember my peak performance and never forget me! (hehe) So, baby, were you on hiatus all afternoon?? That was exciting! (lewd)"
Big Bad Bull: "Baby, why aren't you replying to me? Is that right, baby~"
Big Bad Bull: "Sigh, baby, please talk to me! (pity) Look at your big bull! (pity)"
Then Big Bad Bull sent a few more messages, and my mom simply replied, "I'm ignoring you, you bad guy! (sticking out tongue)"
There were a few more messages, also from him continuing to flatter and tease, but she still didn't reply. I remembered how my mom would occasionally chuckle while looking at her phone at the dinner table.
Finally, Da Tie Niu sent a message: "Hey, my wife's nagging me, I'm off, baby, let's chat later (fussy)," and then there was no more news.
Two hours later, he sent the two messages I'd just seen.
After reading them all, I was completely lost in thought, unable to find the words to describe my feelings. I just felt like a fire was burning inside me, unable to escape.
So, this woman… was she doing this earlier that day because she was so late? I remembered how she rushed towards me after getting out of the car, showing absolutely nothing unusual.
At the same time, I thought about how her skirt had been pulled down to her thighs while she was driving, her thighs almost completely exposed, and the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear. My head was buzzing.
And what she did in the bathroom while we were eating was even more unacceptable. Just before that, hadn't she made me call her "Mom"?
Wasn't she moved to tears by the reunion of mother and son?
Was she having this conversation with that man at the dinner table, smiling and talking about my upbringing and family?
So, under the table, she was laughing and talking to me with her bare genitals and erect clitoris exposed?
I felt a deep sense of humiliation, my self-esteem and emotions trampled upon, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.
This woman…
the sounds of running water and cheerful singing continued from the bathroom. I glanced at the bathroom and quickly opened her phone's photo album, hoping to find something there.
However, scrolling through it, besides some photos of the company and construction sites, recent group photos with company personnel, and some landscape photos, there was absolutely no trace of her private life. This made me feel obviously wary.
Just as I exited the album and was about to turn off the phone, I unexpectedly saw a condensed image with a similar human figure in a small corner of an unprocessed photo album. There was only one; it must have been overlooked or forgotten to be deleted.
In the picture, my mother has a perm that's a bit more wavy than it is now, wearing large silver earrings and a bright, light-colored lip gloss. She's slightly parted her mouth, looking at the camera playfully. Sitting astride her is a very thin, middle-aged man in a suit. She has her left arm around his neck, her right hand holding a phone for a selfie, while the man smiles at the camera. She's clearly wearing denim shorts, and her long, white thighs, flattened by her weight, are clearly visible, her left leg almost touching the man's crotch.
Judging from the atmosphere, it's impossible for them to be just ordinary friends. And this man doesn't seem to have any connection to "Big Bad Bull" either.
The photo doesn't show a date and isn't saved in the camera album, so I guess it was transferred from my phone earlier. I forgot to process it, or perhaps I didn't want to.
Suddenly, the sound of the flushing water stopped, and I immediately exited the photo album, ended the background tasks, and returned to the chat window. Then I wiped away the fingerprints I'd smudged on the screen, put it back where it was, and pretended to watch TV, leaning back on the sofa.
A little while later, she came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her. She didn't look much different without makeup, except for a few fine lines that suggested age; in fact, she seemed more ethereal. But I had absolutely no desire to praise her.
"What are you looking at? Go take a shower first, go to bed early tonight, and I'll take you to K City tomorrow, have some fun! How about it, Hanhan?" She came over, bent down to pick up her phone, and looked at me.
"Okay, sure," I said calmly, not caring how impressive her chest and legs looked.
"I'm going to sleep now~ Call me if you need anything, baby~ Goodnight~" She waved playfully, took her phone, and went back to her room.
I sat on the sofa, staring at the large, empty living room, still without any desire to move.
A brief laugh drifted from the room after a while, followed shortly by the faint click of a phone camera.
I let out a deep breath, feeling utterly exhausted.
I silently stared at her bedroom; all the impressions that woman had left on me over the past half-day had been completely erased. But for some reason, she gradually began to overlap with the lewd and bizarre image from my chaotic dream a few nights ago.
What awaits me in the three years we will live together in the future…?
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