Drunken Mother and Foolish Son on Mid-Autumn Night

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On Mid-Autumn Festival night, my parents attended a business dinner, leaving me home alone to eat mooncakes and pomelos. I leisurely watched cartoons, not feeling bored at all.

Around 10 pm, the doorbell rang urgently. It turned out my dad had brought my drunk mom home and wanted me to come downstairs to help her. "Xiao Bao, your mom's drunk. Help her upstairs. I have to play a few rounds of mahjong with my friends. I'll probably be back around noon tomorrow. Take good care of your mom!" My dad hurriedly gave a few instructions and drove off quickly.

Helping my mom, who was completely drunk, was no easy task. My mom is 172 centimeters tall and weighs nearly 60 kilograms; plus, she often does those weird rhythmic exercises, so she's very muscular. I had to carry, pull, and drag her to finally get her to lie down on the bed. Thankfully, the building has an elevator, otherwise I would have been exhausted.

It's embarrassing to admit, but I'm already in the third year of junior high, and I'm only 165 centimeters tall. My mom often says I'm unlucky, having inherited my dad's bad genes. She says, "Little Bao, I'm already very satisfied that you're this tall. Sigh! Your dad isn't even 160 centimeters tall!" Back then, my dad was a boss, and my mom was an accountant. Being in such a good position, and spending a lot of money, my dad finally married my mom. The year they got married, my dad was thirty-three, and my mom was only twenty-one. They had me less than six months after their marriage, so it's clear my parents weren't exactly honest when they were young.

My mom is tall and beautiful, naturally gorgeous, and a master at social situations; my dad is short, stout, and not particularly handsome, but he has a good business sense, and his business has grown bigger and bigger, making him more and more money. Although their appearances were mismatched, in real life, they each got what they needed, didn't interfere with each other, and cooperated quite well.

After settling Mom in, I continued watching my cartoon. Huh! That's strange, the scene wasn't showing this particular plot, so why was there this constant groaning sound? It turned out Mom was drunk and upset, groaning in the room. Mom's face was flushed, and she looked like she was about to vomit. I hurriedly grabbed a basin and waited. Without warning, Mom "whooshed," vomiting almost half a basin. Ugh! The smell was absolutely suffocating!

I cleaned her up, gave her some water to wash her face and rinse her mouth. Mom seemed much better, struggled to get up, and, still half-asleep, took off her clothes and skirt right in front of me. She was definitely drunk; when Mom tried to take off her pantyhose, she stumbled and collapsed onto the bed, falling fast asleep in less than a second.

Half-off pantyhose wasn't a solution, especially since Mom had suddenly fallen and her sleeping posture wasn't very elegant. I had to adjust her position to match her usual dignified and graceful appearance. First,

I peeled off the pantyhose that were stuck at the top of her thighs, then gently closed her spread legs a little. However, Mom wasn't very cooperative in her drowsy state, kicking her legs erratically. After trying for a while and seeing no effect, I gave up. Mom's breathing was a little rapid, her full breasts heaving. Afraid her bra would interfere with her breathing, I took it off as well. Even though Mom was lying down, her 36C breasts were still quite impressive; two white, tender mounds of flesh, each with a cherry-red nipple. Although I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to steal a couple of touches.

In the past two years, I've developed an interest in girls, and sometimes I look at photo albums with my classmates. But I'm very principled and shameless, so I wouldn't dare to make a move on my mom. After settling my mom in, I obediently went back to the living room to watch my cartoons.

A little while later, my dad called. Knowing that my mom was vomiting badly, he instructed, "Uncle Zhang has to leave first. I need him to go see your mom. He's a private doctor, and he's very effective at treating hangovers." After finishing the cartoons, Uncle Zhang arrived. His clinic was at the alley entrance, and I'd had him treat me since I was little, so we were quite familiar. Uncle Zhang pressed on my mom's forehead, but before he let go, she suddenly vomited again. Although Uncle Zhang, in his sixties, was still quite agile, he was covered in vomit. After a flurry of activity cleaning her up, Uncle Zhang asked me to get a basin of hot water and a towel, saying he wanted to massage my mom.

I asked him if Mom was alright. Uncle Zhang smiled and told me not to worry. I watched him rubbing Mom's temples, and getting bored, I went back to the living room to watch episode 2 of *The Penguins*. Of course, I watched it on mute, otherwise it would disturb Mom.

After a while, I was still worried, so I went to check on Mom again. Uncle Zhang had his back to the door, unaware of my presence, and was still intently massaging Mom. This time, however, he wasn't massaging her temples, but her feet.

I don't know much about medicine, so I didn't know where to massage when someone is drunk. But this time he was massaging with extra effort; even I, a layman, could tell. He held Mom's left foot tightly in both hands, kneading it vigorously, and sucking on her toes with his mouth. Ah! Doctors are truly amazing! Mom often wears sandals, so she pays great attention to foot care. She goes to the beauty salon every now and then to get her nails manicured and calluses removed. So my mother's feet were fair, clean, soft, and very beautiful.

Uncle Zhang fiddled with them for a while, then lifted the towel covering my mother. Afraid that he would notice me behind him and disturb his treatment, I quietly retreated to the doorway. My mother's two long, shapely legs were now completely exposed. Uncle Zhang seemed stunned, kneeling motionless by the bed. I followed his gaze and found that he was staring blankly at my mother's panties. Uncle Zhang was making a

big fuss. My mother always loved fashion, so her underwear was always the latest style. The pair she was wearing now was a new product imitating a thong with a see-through design. Because it emphasized a raw, sensual feel, the crotch area only had a thin ribbon, about the thickness of a watch strap, covering her vulva. Of course, to wear this kind of underwear, you had to trim your pubic hair, otherwise it wouldn't look good. My mom does a great job in this regard; her pubic hair is neatly trimmed. No wonder Uncle Zhang was stunned and almost drooled.

You might be wondering how I know so much? Actually, it's nothing special. I've secretly studied all the lingerie ads they send my mom. Sometimes, when my mom showers, I forget all propriety and shamelessly peek. Therefore, my mom's full breasts, long legs, fair buttocks, and that delicate, beautiful vulva aren't unfamiliar to me.

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a while before finally coming to his senses. He brought his nose close to my mom's vulva, took a deep breath, and a strange expression appeared on his face. I didn't understand what kind of special treatment he was going to perform, but he seemed quite hesitant. Afraid of being discovered and embarrassed, I quietly slipped back to the living room.

A while later, Uncle Zhang came out and said to me, "Xiao Bao, your mother is very drunk. I need to give her special treatment, so I have to stay a while. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first. You don't need to stay with me." Uncle Zhang has been treating me since I was little, and he's always been very kind to me. When other children called me an idiot, Uncle Zhang would tell them that I wasn't an idiot, just mildly mentally challenged. Being mentally challenged is much better than being an idiot, so I was very grateful to him. Uncle Zhang told me to go to sleep. Although I wasn't sleepy yet, to show that I was obedient, I went to

my room and lay down. After a while, I couldn't fall asleep, so I tiptoed to my mother's door again, wanting to see how Uncle Zhang would treat her. My mother's door was closed, but that didn't stop me. There's a hidden door between my mother's room and my room. When I was little, I didn't close the door, but now that I'm older, my mother has turned it into a wardrobe. So all I had to do was go back to my room and crawl into the closet to get directly into my mom's closet.

I pushed the closet door open a crack, and what I saw shocked me. Uncle Zhang was completely naked, massaging my mom and even licking her bottom with his tongue. Even though I'm not mentally challenged, I know that the bottom is where we poop and pee, and it smells bad. But Uncle Zhang didn't seem to mind the smell and was licking so diligently! Doctors are truly amazing! I suddenly remembered that the medical term for that area is the anus, something I learned in health education.

My mom was still fast asleep, but her underwear was gone; Uncle Zhang had probably taken it off for easier treatment. A while later, Uncle Zhang started licking my mom's vulva. This was also taught in health education; I remembered it all, so I'm not an idiot.

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